Upon hearing this, Du Yuemian's small face immediately turned bright red. She weakly confirmed,
"Really?"
Seeing this, Ye Ming raised his right hand and then gently brought it down.
*Slap!*
A crisp sound suddenly echoed in the air.
"Ah!"
At this moment, Du Yuemian's face wasn't just red; it was so flushed it could practically squeeze out water.
She never imagined that to confirm her answer, the man beside her would tell her in such a way.
It was truly... simple and direct.
"Mmm! Good feel!"
Ye Ming looked at Du Yuemian, who was covering her buttocks with one hand, and commented sincerely.
Even after ten seconds, Du Yuemian could still feel a burning sensation. To the point where a hazy mist of tears gradually formed in her eyes.
Could this be... crying from being hit?
"What the heck! No way!"
Seeing Du Yuemian bite her silver teeth, her face filled with a wronged and resentful expression, he immediately felt a pang of guilt.
"Yuemian! I didn't... Mmph!"
Before he could finish speaking, his lips were suddenly sealed by a softness. But before he could savor the sweetness, he let out a cry of pain.
"Ah!"
When Du Yuemian released her red lips, her delicate mouth seemed to have become even more rosy, as if some bright red liquid had appeared.
This was... blood!
No wonder Ye Ming had cried out in pain earlier.
It turned out he had received his comeuppance.
"Hmph! Serves you right!"
Du Yuemian shot him a glare and walked into the mansion, leaving him behind.
Ye Ming touched the teeth marks on his lips and could only give a helpless wry smile, "Sigh! I'll have to be more careful next time."
It seemed Miss Yuemian had quite a fiery temper.
Walking into the mansion, the space inside wasn't large.
It made sense. As an official of Hua Guo, some things still needed to be kept in mind.
"Found it!"
Ye Ming found the master bedroom with just a little reconnaissance. In Ye Ming's field of vision, a middle-aged man was currently handling official business.
"Hmm! Strange?"
After his investigation, Ye Ming's brow furrowed subconsciously.
"What's wrong?"
Du Yuemian came to Ye Ming's side and asked.
"I haven't found Zhang Zuoliu's presence within this mansion!" Ye Ming mused.
Not found?
Could the middle-aged man in the master bedroom not be Zhang Zuoliu?
"Let's go!"
Ye Ming pulled Du Yuemian's hand, and in the next second, their figures disappeared from their original spot.
When they reappeared, they were already outside the master bedroom door.
"What is this?"
Du Yuemian asked.
"If I'm not mistaken, inside should be the spokesperson Grandfather Du mentioned – Zhou Wentao!"
The reason Ye Ming said this was because he didn't sense any trace of energy from the middle-aged man.
Simply put, the other party was just an ordinary person.
However, according to the previous intelligence, both Ying Qianshi and Du Guidao had said Zhang Zuoliu was an ancient martial artist.
If that were the case, then the person in the room now clearly couldn't be Zhang Zuoliu himself.
"Let's go! I hope he knows some useful information!"
Ye Ming gently pushed, and the door in front of them opened. The moment it opened, an invisible aura enveloped the place.
Everything that happened inside was impossible for outsiders to know.
And Ye Ming and Du Yuemian's figures returned to a state visible to normal people.
"Hmm?"
The middle-aged man, who was working, naturally noticed the sudden commotion immediately.
He looked up sharply, saw the sudden appearance of the strange man and woman, and a bad premonition instantly struck him. He said sternly, "Who are you? How dare you trespass..."
"Alright! Mr. Zhou, there's no need to shout. No one can hear you!"
Ye Ming interrupted Zhou Wentao directly and walked towards him step by step.
"You... What do you want?"
Zhou Wentao subconsciously began to retreat, but after a few steps, he bumped into the wall behind him.
He had nowhere to retreat.
A sense of dread instantly spread through his heart.
To put it plainly, he was just an ordinary scholar. Faced with Ye Ming's intangible pressure, he naturally felt intimidated.
"Don't worry! I won't harm you!"
Ye Ming walked up to him and said softly, "Of course! Provided... you answer my questions!"
Ye Ming wouldn't easily use Minggui Art on ordinary people unless absolutely necessary.
"Q-questions! What questions?"
Although Zhou Wentao was terrified, he retained a sliver of composure.
He knew very well that he had no other option now.
"Very good! Don't worry, I'm not asking you to answer any confidential matters. And I only have one question..." Ye Ming raised a finger and said, "Tell me where Zhang Zuoliu is?"
Zhang Zuoliu!
Upon hearing this name, Zhou Wentao realized that the person in front of him was here for his superior.
"I don't..."
"Mr. Zhou! Please think carefully before you answer!"
Ye Ming stared into his eyes, his tone becoming a few degrees colder.
"I..."
Faced with such a gaze, Zhou Wentao felt as if he had been completely seen through. And the oppressive feeling from a higher plane made him not even dare to think of lying.
"J-Jingdu!"
After enduring immense torment, Zhou Wentao finally uttered two words.
After saying the name, he was completely drained and collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily.
Jingdu!
"He went to Jingdu?"
Upon hearing this answer, Ye Ming's mind immediately thought of a possibility, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes as he asked, "Was he summoned by the military?"
The military!
"You... How did you know..."
Upon hearing the young man in front of him utter the word "military," Zhou Wentao blurted out instinctively.
Although he immediately stopped himself mid-sentence, it was enough to indicate that Ye Ming's guess was correct.
Zhang Zuoliu!
Had indeed been transferred by the military!
After this speculation was confirmed, a more bizarre mist seemed to appear before Ye Ming's eyes.
That's right!
From the military's series of actions, Ye Ming sensed a hint of... strangeness.
Of course, there was also a sense of alertness.
From all indications so far, a storm that had been brewing for a long time was about to rage.
As for how many people it would ultimately affect, perhaps no one knew.
"Let's go!"
Ye Ming turned back, his eyes filled with solemnity.
Although they gained no intelligence from this visit, the implications of Zhang Zuoliu being transferred to Jingdu by the military were enough to make one shudder.
After Ye Ming left with Du Yuemian, Zhou Wentao breathed a sigh of relief.
But the next second, a stream of white energy descended from the air and entered his forehead.
Not long after.
When he woke up again, the memory of the young man and woman was gone from his mind.