Gao Ziping went forward and kicked the gate open.

He nearly wrenched his back doing it, because the gate was not latched.

Ning Chen led his men inside.

The residence was pitch dark and as quiet as death.

The place had been emptied long ago.

"Split up and search. Nowhere suspicious is to be passed over."

Ning Chen gave the order.

"Sir!"

They all split up and searched.

But after four hours of turning the place over they had not come up with so much as a hair.

The house had been swept clean with great care.

Ning Chen was not disappointed. It had all been expected.

"Old Gao, go look into the background of the man who owns this house... No, on second thought let Old Chen do it. You share a surname with the owner. He might be a relative of yours."

Ning Chen was teasing him.

Gao Ziping rolled his eyes. "A man who can live in a house like this is either rich or noble. If I had a relative that rich, how is it I don't know about him?"

Ning Chen teased him a while longer, then sent him off to find out about the owner.

"We're done here. It's late. Everybody get some rest."

Every forehead there was full of black lines. They had been shut in a room for a whole day and had thought there was some great task waiting... and it turned out to be a stroll around an empty house.

When they came out, Ning Chen went straight home.

It was past the middle of the night. He had been at it all day and he was tired.

For questioning Han Ji, Geng Jing was enough.

As for the middle-aged couple who had come in with Pan Yucheng and Feng Qizheng today, they could be questioned when he had rested.

Ning Chen went home, put his arms around Yudie's soft body and Zisu's, and slept very well.

The Fifth Prince and the Right Chancellor, though, did not sleep at all that night.

In the sealed room, the two of them…