For days, the capital city has been immersed in a silent suffocation and depression.

The streets and streets are still bustling with traffic and tourists, and there is nothing strange about them. However, anyone who is in a high position and has good ears and ears can detect that something is wrong with this imperial capital.

The wind does not blow and the dust does not rise.

The sky has been clear for days, but there is no moving wind. Even the weeping willows on the street have their branches hanging down and remain motionless.The entire capital city seemed to be covered tightly by a big invisible hand. It was eerily quiet and dull.

The elite members of Ange's Jiangnan, Xishu, and Northern Xinjiang divisions have all quietly arrived in Beijing.

They did not break into the city, make trouble, or form cliques. They dispersed into thousands of households in the capital and turned into traders, travelers, craftsmen, and refugees. They silently penetrated every street, alley, and every pass, and densely surrounded the entire imperial city.

The Regent's Palace was lit all night long.

Xiao Yuci stood in front of the sand table, tapping the topographic map of the capital with his fingertips, his eyes filled with coldness.The desk is piled with secret reports from various places, densely recording the gathering location, footholds and circulation trajectories of the secret cabinet forces.

The hundred-year-old secret pavilion came out in full force. This was an unprecedented battle.

"The secret guards of Northern Xinjiang guard Beiguan to prevent foreign enemies from invading under the pretext of chaos; the Forbidden Army in the south of the city blocks the river crossing and no one is allowed to enter or leave at will; the patrol battalion in the city is on duty day and night, and anyone who behaves suspiciously will be detained and thoroughly investigated."

His voice was cold and cold, every word fell to the ground loudly, and military orders were arranged in an orderly manner, weaving the entire capital's defense into an airtight iron network.

The personal guard bowed and accepted the order: "I will give you the order immediately!"

Since the incident of abolishing Chu was over, Emperor Jing had already handed over all the military power in the capital to Xiao Yuci.No one in the government or the public was dissatisfied, and no one doubted that the safety of the imperial capital was now solely in his hands.

What he always wanted to keep was not just the stability of the imperial city and the peace of the court.

It was also to protect a corner of the Prime Minister's Mansion and to protect the girl who was trapped in a century-old chess game.

At the same time, the Tinglan Courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Before Shen Qingyuan sat alone on the case, he repeatedly read through the old books of Xuanzong of the Qing Dynasty recovered from his stronghold in the western suburbs.

On the yellowed page, all the missing parts of the past were finally completed.

Qingxuanzong, the mother clan, has guarded the spiritual lineage of the world for generations and protected the peace of the people.The bloodline of the saints in the clan is pure, and they are born with the ability to suppress evil spirits, stabilize secret veins, and bring peace to troubled times. They are the most benevolent and pure body-protecting power in the world.

After the Ange usurped the throne, he distorted the ancestral teachings and became greedy. He mistakenly believed that the blood of the saint could unlock secret treasures and control the power of the world. He has been obsessed with this for hundreds of years and will use any means at all costs.

Her biological mother rebelled against the clan and joined the world, not to avoid responsibilities, but because she did not want her bloodline to fall into the hands of ambitious people and become a weapon to bring trouble to the world.

Liu's greed, Xiao Jingyu's ruthlessness, the chaos in the court, and the poison in the back house are all just the most insignificant moves in the centuries-old chess game in the dark pavilion.

The real clue was hers, the only remaining saint's bloodline.

"Miss, the atmosphere outside is getting weirder and weirder." Chuntao came in with hot tea and whispered uneasily, "The servants in the house said that they always feel a chill on their backs these past few days and nights, as if someone is secretly staring at the yard through the wall, but when I look around, it is empty and there is nothing."

Shen Qingyuan raised his eyes, his eyes calm and calm: "It's the dark pavilion's technique of detecting potential."