Dong Huiying’s mind was filled with doubts. What exactly was that notice pasted on the city wall all about? Was the person being sought truly her? And was Zhi Chen really with them? Could it possibly be a coincidence, and she had simply misunderstood? If it wasn’t a coincidence, what benefit would such an act bring to the Master Zhan of Weiyuan Hall? After much deliberation, she finally decided, "I still have to make the trip!" However, out of caution, she didn’t plan to rashly proceed. Instead, she grabbed Lao Si and discussed with him for a while. The dull man initially wanted her to stay while he alone would probe Master Zhan. He didn’t trust her being out there, afraid that she might encounter danger. Similarly, she was just as worried about him. After all, with her considerable strength, even if the other party did have ill intentions, her formidable power would ensure she could make a full retreat. Eventually, the tongue-tied Lao Si couldn’t win the argument with her, and they decided to take action together. As night fell, the Golden Triangle was in disarray with music and dancing. The couple donned their Night Walk Clothes and stealthily made their way into Weiyuan Hall. Weiyuan Hall was vast, with people guarding it at night. But having seen the scale of the Fierce Tiger Sect, the couple felt something was amiss. For the night watch of Weiyuan Hall seemed far too scant. Apart from the two women guarding the main entrance, there wasn’t even a patrolling guard to be seen inside. This lax security seemed almost deliberate, as if it was intended to invite intruders? "Be careful!" Dong Huiying grabbed Lao Si, whispering a reminder. Lao Si’s face was covered with a triangular cloth, and he nodded stiffly. Afterward, the couple moved cautiously through a long corridor and suddenly heard footsteps ahead, promptly hiding in the dark. It was a woman carrying a tray, and on it were several pastries. The woman was oblivious to the unknown around her, but as she turned the corner of the corridor, a small figure suddenly jumped in front of her. The woman’s expression turned fierce, ready to call out an alarm, but suddenly, her throat was clutched by the small figure clad entirely in black. "Make a sound and I’ll strangle you!" Fiercely adorable! Something seemed to flit across the woman’s eyes before she remained silent. Lao Si took the tray from the woman’s hands, noticing several exquisitely made pastries on it, and from seemingly nowhere, pulled out a bag, absurdly dumping those pastries into it? After the couple had abducted the woman, Dong Huiying held a small knife to the woman’s throat, "Where is Zhan Hanyun?" "Master Zhan is to the west..." After the woman helped point out the direction, a chop to her neck from Huiying knocked her out, and just as Huiying was about to turn around, the cloth covering her own face was suddenly pulled off. She was momentarily stunned, but then she saw Lao Si holding a piece of lotus seed pastry, "Ah—?" She opened her little mouth, and Lao Si stuffed the lotus seed pastry into her mouth. She glanced at the bag tied around Lao Si’s waist, which was full of the pastries they had taken from the woman earlier. Her expression became deep and composed. It seemed that compared to Eldest husband, her fourth husband was more suited to play the role of a bandit? She chewed the lotus seed pastry, tasting sweet. Eating made her resemble a little squirrel, her cheeks puffing out with each move she made. Suddenly, Lao Si pulled out another piece of mung bean cake from the bag, "Ah—?" And so, he fed her another piece. Chewing the mung bean cake, she suddenly awoke, huh? A tender feeding moment? Cough, she had almost forgotten what they came here for! "Let’s go, let’s go!" She quickly grabbed Lao Si’s arm and headed west. Lao Si glanced at her soft, pale little paws and her tender lips, then twisted his fingertips as if savoring the soft touch left by her lips on his fingers from the earlier feeding...