Yang Rong Gui and Zheng Kun looked at each other and smiled. Yang Rong Gui said, "This time, a peasant's nonsense gossip has been spread to the capital, it is reasonable Yan Wang must investigate a bit. Go tell the servants to prepare well, we walk straight and stand upright, we do not fear any investigation."

Zheng Kun smiled with understanding and said, "Yes, Master, rest assured."

Sending away the joyful Zheng Kun, only now did Yang Rong Gui retract the very faint hint of joy on his face. All that was left was calculating coldness.

He knew that Yan Wang would not be easy to send away, but he did not expect it to be this difficult. If it was not for Officer Lu's warning in advance, he would perhaps truly be tricked by him. That Yan Wang who had overturned clouds and rains in the court, what kind of incredible tactics did he possess? How could he be an ignorant young man?

The grand plan they calculated had been tight-knit in secrecy all this time, even Zheng Kun had no knowledge of it. If the storm was raging and swords were drawn as soon as Yan Wang arrived, they could react according to the situation, it would have been easy. But he was being this careful…the grand scheme of things would not be good.

That matter must be done as soon as possible.

When Yang Rong Gui and his colleagues took the ‘Inspector and Deputy Imperial Envoy’ to visit their ‘refugee house’ with very few residents in the suburbs, Chang Geng and Xu Ling were exploring the situation of the refugees everywhere in disguise. What puzzled Xu Ling the most was that His Royal Highness Yan Wang with his noble status would mingle in the city like a fish in water, chatting with small merchants and people from all walks of life in the pugilist world. With the false Yan Wang at the front covering those people's eyes and ears, no one would pay attention to them. It had not been a few days, but Xu Ling had made several friends close enough to come to their houses for free meals.

Finally, the things they wanted to inquire about were beginning to catch on.

"You mean, there used to be many refugee houses outside the city, but now no one knows where they disappeared to? Your High -... Shopkeep, be careful!" Xu Ling was talking to the inn manager while staring at Yan Wang beside him with trepidation.

They were inside a small pub in the outskirts of Yangzhou. The owner was a retired bodyguard*, surnamed Sun, with an intimidating face and fierce temperament. Any guests that annoyed him even slightly would be kicked out. Luckily, this man was excellent at brewing wine, and combined with many visitors from the pugilist world, he was able to continue his business that was on the verge of closing down.