Ning Chen asked quickly, "Spit it out. What news?"

Feng Qizheng said, "You remember that ruined temple where the former Empress hid a bunch of men sworn to die, dressed up as monks?"

Ning Chen nodded. Of course he remembered. He'd been wounded catching those men.

"Geng the Purple Coat just sent word. He says they've found traces of Ye Xingjue at that ruined temple, and he's already headed over there with his men."

Ning Chen frowned slightly. How did Ye Xingjue know about that ruined temple? Was it a coincidence?

"Old Feng, take fifty men of the Ning'an Army and go help. If you find Ye Xingjue, I don't need him alive. Kill him the moment you see him."

Feng Qizheng nodded. "Right, I'm on my way!" He turned and hurried out.

Ning Chen let out an irritated sigh. Ever since Ye Xingjue had popped up out of nowhere, he hadn't had a moment's peace.

He got out of bed and, leaning on his sword, went into the outer room.

For the past half month and more, Zisu and the others had taken such good care of him that the wound itself had almost healed... The broken bone hadn't knit yet and needed more time. Still, as long as he didn't move too much, it didn't bother him.

Just then, Xiao Yanxi came in.

She frowned slightly when she saw Ning Chen sitting at the table. "Why aren't you lying down?"

Ning Chen smiled wryly. "I've been lying around so long my arms and legs are about to waste away."

Xiao Yanxi scolded him. "You really can't sit still for a minute, can you... Oh, right. There's news from Nanyue."

Ning Chen asked, curious, "What news?"

Xiao Yanxi said, "Kang Luo's army has taken Gaoli's Wangyue City."

That caught Ning Chen off guard!

But after a moment's thought it made sense, and he smiled. "That's Kang Luo for you. We stripped Nanyue's three cities, Qimu, Biluo and the imperial city, down to the dirt and looted them bare. If Kang Luo wants to win the people over, sweet talk…