The An Emperor was drawing up a plan to sweep the Myriad Nations Society's people up in one net.

Meanwhile, in a second-floor room of the Brocade Cloth Shop in the capital's inner city, a white-clad man of about thirty stood at the window, peering down at the street through a crack... He was tall and straight-backed, with a handsome face.

Across the street, two middle-aged men were eating at a wonton stall, but their eyes kept sneaking back to the Brocade Cloth Shop.

Up in the room, the white-clad man wore a look of haughty contempt. "So these are the Great Xuan Inspectorate's agents," he muttered. "Nothing special."

Just then someone knocked at the door.

He looked away, pulled the window shut, came back and sat down at the table. Only then did he say, "Come in!"

A man in close-fitting clothes slipped in and shut the door behind him. He came up to the white-clad man and bowed respectfully. "Young Master Bai, it's confirmed. He's being held in the Ministry of Justice cells."

The white-clad man's eyes narrowed. "The people of the Great Xuan really are sly. In the open they keep him in the Inspectorate's cells, and in secret they've moved him to the Ministry of Justice's.

If we hadn't checked it out properly, I'm afraid we'd never have freed him. We'd have walked right into their hands instead."

The man in close-fitting clothes said, "Young Master Bai, should we send someone to get in touch with the Minister of Justice, Li Zhixing?"

The white-clad man waved the fan in his hand. "Idiot. Dragging Li Zhixing in at a time like this would only tip them off. We go ahead as planned.

I staked my life on a pledge before His Highness the crown prince that I'd bring the Eldest Prince back, and I've spent a long time setting this up. As long as we follow my plan, it can't fail."

The man in close-fitting clothes bowed. "Yes. This subordinate understands!"

The white-clad man snapped his folding fan open and fanned himself gently. Suddenly he sighed. "Too…