Group pet Xiaopangbao: I have four big daddies

Chapter 1331 The tree desires stillness, but the wind will not cease (5)
“I saw some strange symbols around Sang Zhi. His guards all have tiger head tattoos on their left arms. I had Du Yi investigate before, but he couldn’t find anything. Now that the four kingdoms in the capital have gathered, I’ve had people spread the tiger head tattoos and symbols. If the Emperor of Beili really has connections with those people, he should take some action,” Ye Qianning said.

Zhan Chi connected the two events and found it increasingly plausible: "If that's the case, you can send someone to keep an eye on the gold that Fu Cheng gave us. The first day of next month is the day those people will enter the palace to collect the gold."

Ye Qianning nodded.

"We need to find some people who are agile and whose martial arts skills are preferably superior to mine." Zhan Chi had tracked down those people and knew their abilities.

"Yes, there happens to be someone suitable."

Zhan Chi asked curiously, "Who?"

“Sang Zhi”.

"..."

Zhan Chi realized what was happening and asked with a serious expression, "You're not kidding?"

"Of course not!" Ye Qianning laughed.

"You...you're being ridiculous. If you send the Eighth Prince to monitor those people, you'll expose yourself." Zhan Chi didn't trust Sang Zhi at all.

“The palace is heavily guarded, and there’s no one more suitable than him who can freely enter and leave the palace and access all that gold.” Ye Qianning had previously tested the waters in the palace.

The hidden guards around Emperor Beili were extremely vigilant; when they were stationed there during the summer, even flying insects could not get close to the emperor.

"I just don't understand why you trust him so much." Zhan Chi frowned, looking somewhat frustrated and exasperated.

Ye Qianning smiled but did not give an answer.

Some things are hard to explain. Ten years later, when she saw Sang Zhi again, she had a feeling that the secret in his eyes was closely related to her space.

Seeing that she remained silent, Zhan Chi sighed heavily.

It's not good to trust a man like that. I always feel that one day his daughter will be kidnapped by someone else.
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The front courtyard was bustling with activity. With fine wine and delicious food, everyone gradually relaxed, and guests at the same table chatted and drank heartily. Prince Yu, who had only come to freeload, was thoroughly enjoying himself with every bite of food and sip of wine.

Wan Weijing, standing beside him, sipped his wine, glancing around at his surroundings. He could identify several major sects from their clothing and the badges on some of the people, all of whom were of high status.

The Xiang family is truly capable of gathering these people together without guards or weapons.

"Master, master."

A rapid series of sounds, mixed with the sounds of weapons clashing, came from behind.

Most of those present were martial arts practitioners, and at the same time, they all felt a powerful surge of internal energy coming towards them.

Everyone stood up and looked towards the door.

Sang Qi was already on edge, and upon hearing the sound of weapons, he raised his hand and his guards immediately stepped forward.

The vermilion gate was suddenly pushed open, and a mysterious man dressed in black and wearing a bamboo hat slowly walked in. With each step he took, he seemed to be carrying a kind of pressure.

The royal guards sensed the powerful internal force and dared not move rashly for a moment. Holding their long swords, they retreated to Sang Qi's side.

The old man in black had his hands tucked into his sleeves, and with each step he took, his inner strength increased.

All eyes were on the old man, filled with doubt; he must be a master with formidable inner strength.

Xiang Minghou stood up, and his inner force instantly spread out. The two forces clashed, and the air pressure dropped lower and lower. Everyone present displayed their inner force to resist.

At the same time, a row of guards stood side by side in front of Old Master Chen and the group of scholars to resist the pressure of the internal force.

The scholar, who had just been struggling to breathe, suddenly regained his composure.

The old man in black stopped in his tracks, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes. He moved his body and sent his inner force straight towards Xiang Minghou at the head of the table.