Chapter 82 His eyes turned red.

Chapter 82 His eyes turned red.

The sky over the capital has been overcast for three whole days.

Since the granary caught fire that night and the Minister of War's entire family was wiped out, the entire capital has been plunged into an unprecedented atmosphere of tension and panic.

The nine gates were tightly closed, and martial law was imposed throughout the city.

Throughout the streets and alleys, heavily armored guards in black armor could be seen everywhere, carrying gleaming swords, searching house to house.

The sounds of chickens running and dogs barking, the cries of ordinary people, and the wailing of children, mixed with the clanging of armor scraping against each other, echoed day and night over the city.

However, the results were minimal.

Those Northern Rong spies were like a group of slippery loaches, or even more like rats that could get into any hole.

They tore off their black clothes, put on coarse linen clothes, and transformed themselves into beggars on the street, peddlers carrying loads and hawking their wares, and even night watchmen who rang the gong to announce the time every night.

They blended seamlessly into the lives of hundreds of thousands of ordinary people in the city.

Although the Black Armor Guards were brave, in this "needle in a haystack" situation, they had no way to use their strength and could only bump around like headless flies.

For Pei Yunjing, this chaos was undoubtedly a form of torture.

...

Late at night, at the hour of Chou (1-3 AM).

The master bedroom of the Regent's Palace was completely dark, with no lights on.

"Bang!"

The door was pushed open roughly and then slammed shut.

Pei Yunjing stumbled in.

He didn't even have the strength to walk to the bedside; his body slumped and he leaned against the cold wall.

He hadn't slept for three days and three nights.

During those three days, he personally oversaw operations at the Nine Gates Commander's Mansion, interrogating hundreds of suspicious individuals, but to no avail.

And that endless noise—

The cries of the people seeking justice, the reports from his subordinates, and even the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves outside his window were all frantically attacking his nerves.

"Hmm..."

Pei Yunjing tilted his head back and slammed the back of his head against the wall, letting out a muffled groan.

pain.

My head felt like it was filled with molten iron, every blood vessel was throbbing, as if it was about to burst at any moment.

"Your Highness?"

A soft, worried voice rang out in the darkness.

A candle is lit.

Tang Li, wearing an overcoat and carrying a cup of calming tea, walked over quickly.

She hasn't slept well these past few days, staying here waiting for him to come back.

By the dim candlelight, Tang Li could see Pei Yunjing's appearance clearly. Her heart clenched as if someone had grabbed it hard.

That's terrible.

The man, who was usually aloof but always impeccably dressed and had a severe case of mysophobia, was now wearing a wrinkled black robe, stained with blood or dust, whether from interrogation or not.

The most terrifying thing is his eyes.

Those once deep and cold phoenix eyes were now so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

It was filled with dense red blood vessels, its pupils were unfocused and frantic, exuding a bestiality on the verge of collapse.

"Your Highness... how are you?"

Tang Li put down the candlestick, her voice trembling with heartache.

She walked quickly over to him, wanting to help him up, and reached out to his temple:

"Is your head hurting again? Let me massage it for you..."

However.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch his skin.

"Get out of my way!"

Pei Yunjing suddenly raised his hand and roughly slapped her hand away.

The force was so great that Tang Li staggered a few steps and almost fell to the ground.

"Don't come any closer!"

Pei Yunjing pressed himself tightly against the wall, his chest heaving violently.

He clutched his head with both hands, his fingers digging deep into his hair, his voice hoarse and harsh, like two pieces of iron rubbing together:

"Stay away from me..."

"Tang Li, get out... don't come near me..."

He lowered his head, his body trembling violently, and squeezed out broken words through clenched teeth:

"I...can't control myself...want to kill..."

It's noisy.

The world is too noisy.

He felt like a bow that had been drawn taut for three days and three nights, about to snap.

If he didn't push her away, he feared he would draw his sword and slash at the only living thing in front of him in the next second.

Even if she is his medicine.

But under extreme overload conditions, he could no longer distinguish between medicine and poison.

Tang Li steadied herself and looked at Pei Yunjing, who was huddled in the corner like a wounded beast licking its wounds.

At that moment, she felt neither afraid nor wronged.

She just felt uncomfortable.

My heart feels like it's stuffed with wet cotton, so sour it makes me want to cry.

He was the God of War of the Great Sheng Dynasty, and the Regent who struck fear into the hearts of all.

But now, in order to protect this city and to find those rats, he has tortured himself into this inhuman and ghostly state.

Meanwhile, those damned spies lurked in the shadows, mocking his powerlessness.

"Pei Yunjing..."

Tang Li stood there, watching the man struggling in pain, and slowly clenched her fists hanging at her sides.

This can't go on any longer.

No matter how sharp the eyes of the Black Armor Guards are, they cannot see through people's hearts or see through their disguises.

No matter how fast Pei Yunjing's sword is, it can't cut the rat hiding in the ditch.

Since human eyes cannot see...

Then let the real animals do it!

Cats have their ways, and mice have theirs.

In this huge city, there are not only hundreds of thousands of people, but also millions of stray cats, dogs, rats and sparrows!

They are everywhere, they are in every corner.

For them, this city holds no secrets.

"You should get some rest."

Tang Li looked at Pei Yunjing, who was already in a semi-conscious state, and said softly:

"Leave the rest to me."

She turned and blew out the candle, then strode out of the room.

Outside the door, the night was deep, but Tang Li's eyes shone with an astonishing light.

"Uncle Zhao!"

She whispered her instructions to the butler standing guard outside the courtyard, her tone carrying an undeniable chilling authority:

"Go to the main kitchen and have them steam buns overnight."

"I want it with minced meat, the more fragrant the better."

"Tomorrow morning, I'm going to the dilapidated temple in the south of the city... to pay my respects!"