Are you crazy? Who asked you to hunt for treasures in the emperor's harem?

"Ahem, I'm ashamed to say this!"

The white-haired old man cleared his throat twice. "Since the Raging Sea, I have never heard the sound of the seven-colored conch again. Perhaps it is the end of fate. Not long ago, my granddaughter was killed by a blood-sucking monster. Envoy Ning captured and killed the blood-sucking monster. I am giving the seven-colored conch to Envoy Ning as a token of my appreciation. And maybe Envoy Ning is the destined person. This destined person, speaking of which... "

"Hey, Mr. Qiao, what are you talking about?"

Before the white-haired old man could finish his words, he was interrupted by the Fourth Prince Mingshi, "I'm almost tired of hearing the story about you and your broken conch!"

Mingshi immediately changed the subject, "Ye Fan, your father asked you to assist Ning Zimo in investigating the theft of the royal treasury a hundred years ago. We have just discussed it. Tell us what you think!"

"What? What theft?"

Ye Fan looked at Ning Zimo with a questioning look.

"More than a hundred years ago, the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa sneaked into the imperial palace and stole a very important treasure from the royal treasury!"

Ning Zimo felt a headache for a while. She just found out what the so-called theft of the royal treasury was. It was a shocking mystery that had been investigated for hundreds of years but had never been solved or closed...

"Thousand-Handed Rakshasa?!"

Hearing this, Ye Fan couldn't help but feel surprised.

"Have you heard of the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa?!"

At this time, the second prince Ming Bowu spoke, and there was a hint of danger in his eyes when he looked at Ye Fan, because he just noticed that after Ye Fan heard about the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa, a look of surprise and unexpectedness flashed in his eyes.

"Ok!"

Ye Fan nodded, "I heard from someone in the East Market not long ago that there is a female worker in the textile factory there who can weave yarn very quickly. She can do the work of ten people. She is also very big and strong with a scary face. She is nicknamed the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa!"

"I………"

Hearing Ye Fan's words, Ming Bowu's face suddenly darkened.

"Ye Fan, Qianshou Luosha was a legendary thief more than a hundred years ago. It is said that he came and went without a trace, and there was nothing he could not steal. He could even steal thousands of gold from people in dreams... Later, he sneaked into the royal treasury and was discovered by the royal priest while stealing..."

At this time, the eldest prince Ming Bowen spoke up, "The royal priest was extremely powerful, but the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa came prepared... In the end, he still escaped..."

"The Thousand-Handed Rakshasa has disappeared since then... There are rumors that the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa can quietly enter the royal treasury and escape from the capital, and that he has connections with certain families in the capital... It's a pity that no concrete evidence has been found..."

When Ming Bowen said this, the hearts of all the civil and military officials in the banquet hall were in their throats.

"The treasures stolen from the treasury by the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa concern the lives of the people and the country. For more than a hundred years, we have never stopped investigating, but rumors should not be trusted... That's why we have Captain Ning, the new special envoy for the investigation..."

After hearing Ming Bowen's next words, all the civil and military officials in the banquet hall breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Ming Bowen's mouth curled up slightly, and he was very satisfied with his intimidation just now. After all, in the past, only his father could do such a thing...

Although Ming Hirotake showed no expression on his face when Ming Hirowen took the opportunity to attack him, he was very jealous of the feeling of having the power of life and death in his hands...

"Ning Zimo has just expressed her opinion on the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa stealing the royal treasures. As an investigator, you can also tell us what you think!"

Ming Bowen was feeling very proud and was about to continue speaking, but was interrupted by Ming Bowu. This made Ming Bowen very unhappy, but he couldn't show it.

"My opinion... The Thousand-armed Rakshasa you mentioned doesn't seem to be the same person as the Thousand-armed Rakshasa I've heard of... This is the first time I've heard of it..."

Ye Fan was just speaking when he was suddenly interrupted by a loud shout, "How dare you, Ye Fan, disrespect the Second Prince. You should address him as Your Highness!"

"It's okay, it's okay. Everyone knows that I, Ming Bowu, am a respectful person!"

Ming Bo Wu took up the conversation at the right moment.

"Ye Fan, why don't you thank me quickly!"

At this time, the bearded man who interrupted Ye Fan shouted again.

"Holden, it's not your turn to be bossing around in this hall!"

Before Ye Fan could answer, Ming Bowen replied calmly.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, Your Highness, I'm sorry for being so rude!"

Hearing this, the bearded burly man Horton hurriedly stood up, bowed, and apologized.

Immediately, everyone present turned their eyes to Ye Fan.

“Well… I don’t know how to say this…”

Ye Fan frowned and turned to look at the colorful conch beside him. "This conch seems to be able to answer people's questions...why don't I ask this magical conch!"

As he said this, without waiting for anyone to respond, Ye Fan picked up the colorful conch and said loudly, "Conch, conch, do you know which family is related to the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa stealing the royal treasury?"

The seven-colored conch was quite large, and Ye Fan's voice was loud. In addition, the entire hall was very quiet, so Ye Fan's voice, after being affected by the seven-colored conch, actually echoed in the hall...

Almost in an instant, the expressions of the princes, nobles, civil and military officials attending the banquet all changed.

Under the gaze of all the guests, Ye Fan slowly placed the colorful conch to his ear. Everyone almost held their breath, fearing that they would miss the sound of the colorful conch...

Ye Fan was also skeptical at first, but in the end his expression changed drastically, and he quickly put the seven-colored conch back, with a look of fear and shock on his face...

"Ye Fan, then...what did the seven-colored conch really tell you?"

There was silence in the hall for a while, and then the eldest prince Ming Bowen slowly spoke.

"Just now, there seemed to be a few faint sounds..."

At this time, the twelfth prince Mingming, who had been silent, spoke.

"Twelfth brother, are you sure?"

Ming Bowu immediately turned his head, and everyone else, including the two princes and two princesses, looked at Ming Ming in shock, because the twelfth prince Ming Ming was an inner disciple of the Sound Valley and had an extremely keen sense of sound...

Mingming didn't say anything, but nodded slightly.

"Ye Fan, what did the seven-colored conch tell you?"

Seeing this, Ming Bowen immediately spoke to Ye Fan.

When Ming Bowen finished speaking, Ye Fan frowned immediately, then turned to look at the civil and military officials at the banquet hall, which frightened those people...

"Look...what am I doing? I wasn't even born when the royal treasury was stolen!"

A chubby middle-aged man met Ye Fan's gaze and screamed in fear. Many young people also swallowed nervously after being swept by Ye Fan's gaze...

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