Zhao Cuo suppressed the corners of his mouth from rising.

"It's natural."

Secret guard Su Ping took out two thick envelopes and handed them to him.

"The two adults must become familiar with their identities as soon as possible. By then, Yan State and Pingjing will be under martial law, and no mistakes can be made."

"We will get along well on the way to Yan Kingdom."

Zhao Cuo said without changing his face. He suddenly became very interested in this operation and was already looking forward to setting off as soon as possible.

"Let me introduce you to the imperial envoy."

Secret Guard Su turned sideways to focus their attention on the man in black robe behind him.

"This person who is enshrined by our Eastern Palace secret guard in the southwest region and is a strong man at the seventh level of martial arts should be able to help along the way."

"The imperial envoy calls me Pang Er."

A deep voice came from under the black robe.

“I relied on Mr. Pang along the way.”

Zhao Cuo quickly raised his hand and said politely, in fact, more often than not, fire-raisers are not suitable to take action, and the seventh level who does not belong to the taboo combat power can be used at any time.

It seems that the only step forward to the seventh realm is the existence of the holy realm that overrides all. However, this last step has killed countless people. In the past four hundred years, the Zhao family has only produced two people who have entered the supreme realm of martial arts.

It's a pity that even such great and aloof creatures cannot stop time.

"And one more thing."

Secret guard Su Ping took out a brocade box that looked quite old.

"This is an object sent by the Queen Mother from the capital. The oral message passed down was compiled from the late emperor's study. It contains some information about Princess Ning."

"Um?"

Zhao Cuo was suddenly startled. Why did Princess Ning get involved with the late emperor again? Could it be some exciting family ethics drama?

'I heard Zhang Yintang say before that the late emperor arranged Prince Ning's marriage...'

The first time he heard about Princess Ning was when he and his colleagues from the Execution Department went to listen to music on a boat a few days ago. It was those two guys who told him that Prince Ning's legitimate wife was the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Going to the Kingdom of Yan is an urgent act of imperial envoy Zhao. Please write a secret note in your hand, and I will send someone back to the capital to report back to the empress."

Secret Guard Su interrupted his train of thought.

"Already prepared."

Zhao Cuo took out a locked small box and handed it to Su Ping.

After he left Beijing, he would send back a greeting note every two days. The contents of the note would look like a boring love letter to outsiders, but this time the note was about important matters.

"I've gone on some errands at my humble job, and my trip to Yan Kingdom has been scheduled for tomorrow. At that time, other secret guards from the East Palace will come to handle the matter."

"Thanks for your hard work."

After Zhao Cuo sent away the secret guard Su Ping, he called Ji Ming to take Pang Er, who was at the seventh level of martial arts, to settle down. He turned to look at the Grand Master Chu who had been silent.

"Master Imperial Master, please familiarize yourself with the information about Lin Guo and Lin Miaofeng first."

Zhao Cuo handed the envelope in his hand to the silent Xiaobiezhi with a serious face.

"I want to take a look at this thing that the queen sent me."

After he finished speaking, a white and slender hand stretched out from the white mist and took it silently.

Young Master Zhao did not get carried away. He opened the box in his hand as usual and placed a piece of letter paper inside.

Zhao Cuo carefully picked up the paper, and when he spread it out, the yellowed rice paper revealed delicate handwriting, which made him narrow his eyes.

"This is written by Princess Ning..."

There is only one sentence on this letter.

[I listened to Alang and married Prince Ning]

The signature on the letter is the word "salt".

“So much information!”

Mr. Zhao's pupils were shocked.

The person who wrote this sentence was obviously Princess Ning! But she called the late emperor Alang. Isn’t this the meaning of lover?

Princess Ning obeyed the late emperor's wishes and married Prince Ning, but she was actually the late emperor's woman. The aristocratic circle was really chaotic...

Could it be possible that the late emperor was hiding some ulterior and strange hobbies?

"Princess Ning is a chess piece placed by the late emperor next to Prince Ning?"

Of course, what Zhao mistakenly thought was a more reliable guess.

"Flies camp and dogs stay."

The little national master beside him suddenly said calmly.

"Does the Imperial Master think this Princess Ning might be of use to us?"

Zhao Cuo asked with a smile.

"My brother is no longer here, can Princess Ning still listen to Queen Mother Zhao? She seems to have just known about this, right?"

"makes sense."

The young master also felt that it was unlikely that Princess Ning would go to the court now.

"I'll go ask Prince Ning."

After saying this, he turned around and left the tent, found the crown prince in the camp, and asked him about his mother and concubine cordially.

As a result, we successfully obtained useful information. For example, Chu Zhi was not the legitimate son of Princess Ning, and the princess had no biological son.

The most important thing is that King Ning listened to the words of his wife, and he still chose to follow King Yan. This shows that the princess most likely wants to go against the court.

"Master Imperial Master, how familiar are you with the identity we are going to use this time?"

After Zhao Cuo returned to the tent, the young imperial master who had walked out of the white mist was sitting in front of the desk. In front of him were many pages of information about the Lin family's father and daughter that had been taken out of envelopes.

"Already memorized everything."

Chu Beizhi raised his little head and looked at the approaching young man with indifferent eyes.

"Thanks."

Zhao Cuo thanked her softly, then sat down next to her with a smile, and picked up the two portraits on the table.

The first picture shows a burly middle-aged man. His body shape is very different from his. Fortunately, he can use magic to disguise himself.

Another painting shows a young woman with a tall and straight figure. She is indeed the daughter of a martial arts family. Her plump and plump body like a gourd looks like a great national master.

"Master Imperial Master, just change back to your grown-up appearance."

Zhao Cuo said in surprise.

"I know."

Chu Beizhi's voice seemed a bit forced.

"Um……"

Although Mr. Zhao also felt that this was a bit wronging her, at this point, he had no choice but to do this.

"Let's settle the matter of disguise today. It will take several days to get enough power to go to Yan State. We can still get used to it on the road."

So they spent a day deciding on their image after changing their appearance.

Early the next morning, Mr. Zhao Xiaogong and the Grand Master of Chu got on the carriage heading for Yan State.
Chapter completed!