“On the fifteenth day of every month, Master Liao Ran always lights an incense and prays for blessings. He will hand-draw a peace token and seal it in a brocade pouch to send to me at a station, wishing for such things as national prosperity and good health for Royal Brother. The peace token after being sealed cannot be opened at will, as Royal Brother also knows. But recently, several peace tokens I received have traces of being dismantled then put back together again, I don't know who couldn't bear to look at your brother's little wish..."

Fang Qin was choked up by his words.

Chang Geng took an envelope out of his bosom, it was not the same one Gu Yun had seen the night before, but an old stack of paper. There was no telling how long they were kept for, they were wide in width, after arranging and gluing, they came together once again. Each paper had a string of meaningless ink marks. However, when put side by side with each other, a complete sentence could be seen under the complicated pattern. Together, they said, "The epidemic in Jiangbei is grave. Dead people are everywhere. The stations were blocked off. I hope the court will soon have a resolution."

Chang Geng: "Each sentence is divided into four pieces of paper, sent out in disorder, covered up with Sanskrit and totem texture."

Emperor Long An recognized the handwriting of Liao Ran.

Fang Qin was about to open his mouth, but Chang Geng cut off what he was going to say.

Chang Geng: "But honestly as Lord Fang said, after all, this thing was obtained through improper channels, and there are doubts as to whether it is true or not. This is why your brother did not report it immediately. I intended to talk about this today and would like to ask Royal Brother to allow me to travel to Jiangbei to check the situation of the refugees, to help them settle down, and also to verify whether this is true or not. It's just that Master Jiang was a bit eager and spoke of it too soon."

Jiang Chong knew how to read the situation, he quickly bowed: "Your Majesty, pardon me."

As soon as this remark was made, Yan Wang’s meaning filled everyone present with goose bumps, Fang Qin's head tensed up — Yan Wang was going south!

"Law does not blame the masses" was meaningless when it came to Yan Wang. Last time, the feat of killing all the way from south to north was still vivid. He seemed to not be afraid of not having anyone left to work in the court, nor did he care about making enemies with thousands of people. Resolute in killing, not forming any party, and no respect for anyone. No matter what, he was the Emperor's blood brother. As long as he didn't rebel, no one would be able to touch him.