The Divine Doctor And A Common Farmer-Chapter 1408 - 1492: Lantern Festival Gala

Chapter 1408: 1492: Lantern Festival Gala
The Death Soldier’s heart was pounding, yet she dared not deceive at all.
"Replying to Your Highness, the investigation has yet to uncover anything, but initial estimates indicate there are two perpetrators. Their styles are different; one plays with the victims like a cat plays with a mouse, skillfully, while the other strikes decisively. However, both employ harsh methods. Those loyal to Your Highness have had over ten households eliminated within the past half month alone, with nearly daily casualties. The times of the crimes vary — sometimes during the day, sometimes at night — making them hard to anticipate..."
"Fools!"
The Eighth Princess was extremely angry: "I commanded you to investigate for half a month now, since the first family extermination case. You were to find the true culprits, yet how have you performed? Is this your capability? Fools, useless, all of you are useless!" In her rage, the Eighth Princess swept the petitions off the imperial desk.
The Death Soldier was silent as if she were a cicada in winter. It wasn’t her incompetence; the opponent’s tactics were indeed formidable. She had brought her people to guard intensely, yet the opponent still found a breach.
After a long while, the Eighth Princess calmed down slightly. She knew that venting anger at this moment was meaningless, yet she had a fire burning inside, impossible not to release.
Heaving a heavy sigh, the Eighth Princess sat back down on the Phoenix Chair. She pondered, who exactly is targeting her? Seeing her subordinates’ decline, who benefits most?
Various thoughts swirled in her mind round and round, leading her to suspect Prince Meng. But, Prince Meng? No, something seemed not quite right.
She had long known Prince Meng’s carefree and frivolous demeanor was merely a facade to deceive her; however, based on her understanding of Prince Meng, she knew quite well that he was, in fact, a rather cautious person. Unless he had absolute certainty to crush her in one blow, he wouldn’t act rashly.
So then, who is behind these deeds?
According to the Death Soldier, the perpetrators were two people, just two, and among those exterminated were not a few skilled in martial arts. Yet these two came and went with ease, disregarding the guards inside and out of the estates, indicating that their skills were extraordinary. Such individuals could not be obscure.
The Eighth Princess said: "Continue investigating, and if necessary, go to the black market, let the black market people assist."
"Yes!" The Death Soldier received the order and immediately went to the black market as instructed by the Eighth Princess.
In the afternoon, Liang Haoming returned from going out, typically wearing a cold expression. But upon seeing his wife, the frost on his handsome face melted completely in an instant.
"Wife, wife..." Gently wrapping his arms around his wife’s shoulders, he was deeply attached to her.
He planted a kiss on her cheek, then pulled her into his embrace, gently kissing the top of her head. Dong Huiying extended her arms around his waist, quietly enjoying the warmth of the man’s embrace.
It wasn’t until much later that she looked up, "You’ve worked hard."
"Not hard."
She suddenly laughed, and he pressed his lips, seemingly curling them into a smile.
The Lantern Festival, held once a year, was magnificent. At night, the streets and alleys of the city were adorned with colorful glass lamps, with some men carrying lanterns walking over arch bridges, while some women chose their pleasing companions in the same location.
This was a night of romance, which had sparked many love stories throughout history. Amidst the sea of people, a woman in red, a man in black, both guarded a woman, their gestures tender and considerate, their gazes so gentle it seemed they could drown a person.