Wang Beiwang turned his head and questioned a man with temples turning white, dressed in cloth. Upon closer inspection, the man's appearance had been slightly altered - his eyebrows were thickened with charcoal, his face was covered with a layer of light grey, and the scar on his left cheek seemed to be fake, unlike a truly wanted criminal.

The experienced Wang Beiwang suspected the man's identity was questionable - either a wanted criminal or a spy from the Northern Dynasty.

In times of war between two nations, it was standard practice for the Northern Dynasty to send spies to the capital to gather intelligence and secretly cause trouble.

When Xu Changlao was young, he served in the military. Wang Beiwang learned swordsmanship from him and would occasionally hear Xu Changlao talk about his past military experiences.

"Yuanshi Tianzun?" The man asked again.

According to Wang Beiwang's personality, he would have investigated the other party's identity, but now, although he was not a wanted criminal, he was more sensitive than one.

It's better to avoid trouble, so Wang Beiwang turned to leave, but remembering the Dimwitted Emperor's instructions, he turned back and said, "That's right, I am Yuanshi Tianzun."

Then, they stared at each other, and nothing more was said.

Wang Beiwang waited for the other party to ask: Where is Yuanshi Tianzun? But the other party just didn't speak.

In the silent stillness, the man with greying temples muttered, "With your foolish appearance, how could you possibly be Yuanshi Tianzun? Who taught you to say these words?"

Wang Beiwang chuckled, "Your Excellency, with your shifty eyes and rat-like appearance, you don't seem like someone who could be associated with Yuanshi Tianzun either?"

After finishing his appraisal, he examined the other party, pondered for a few seconds, and said, "Follow me."

He understood now that the Dimwitted Emperor's speech was a secret code, and only the Dimwitted Emperor's contact person could understand it.

The man with greying temples followed. Wang Beiwang led him back the way he came. A quarter of an hour later, they returned to the entrance of the Red Sleeve House, where the pimp stopped them, looking at Wang Beiwang with disdain, "Go, go, go, go beg somewhere else."

Wang Beiwang kept a low profile, "You go in. Turn left at the entrance, all the way to the back."

He didn't go in himself, but stood at the door looking inside, signaling the middle-aged man to enter the hall, ignoring the madam's greetings, and heading straight for the Dimwitted Emperor's table, vaguely hearing the little girl Jingwei happily shout "Brother Red Chicken."

In the hall, Zhang Yuanqing looked at Hongjige, who was devouring his food, and asked, "Why are you the only one? Where are the others?"

He ordered a table full of dishes but had not waited for Xiaoyuan and Xiaoyi.

"I don't know!" Hongjige said, "I didn't see them."

"Didn't see them?" Zhang Yuanqing frowned immediately, "According to the agreement, you should have met last night?"

"I didn't go at all." Hongjige said while eating, "The pair of old shoes you gave me almost killed me. After escaping from the palace that day, they kept pestering me to dance, making me dance with them. I don't know how to dance at all. I danced all night and couldn't do it right, so I got kicked all night. Seven or eight of my bones were broken. I couldn't take it anymore, so I ran away, and they chased me. I had no way to escape. Hmm, do you have rice porridge? Get me a bowl from the chef."

"No, you continue." Jiang Jingwei listened with great interest.

"The chicken is from the day before yesterday, it's not fresh, and it's not poached chicken either." Hongjige reluctantly swallowed the chicken piece and continued, "There's a curfew at night, and there are city defense troops everywhere. It's even more impossible to attract attention during the day. I really had no choice, so I had to pay the price and escape into a house, knocked out the owner, and then got trained by those old shoes in the yard. They trained me for two whole days. I used three or four tubes of life source fluid. Yesterday, I finally finished a tap dance and passed out. When I woke up, I rushed here."

"I thought of the beginning, but I never expected this ending." Zhang Yuanqing sighed, "Your dancing talent is really terrible."

Hongjige said angrily, "Is that the point?!"

Jiang Jingwei asked, "Did the family also faint for two days?"

Hongjige was furious, "You don't get the point either. The point is that I was trained by a pair of old shoes for two days and almost died."

He drank the white porridge in one gulp and said, "I injected them with a little life source fluid, they won't die."

"Give me back the red dancing shoes. This item is a divine artifact. You can't handle it." Zhang Yuanqing couldn't wait to take back the item.

Hongjige hurriedly opened his item bar and discarded the red dancing shoes as if they were a hot potato.

Zhang Yuanqing held up the red dancing shoes and solemnly put them into the item bar, "If they were by my side, I wouldn't have suffered so much these past few days. Eat quickly, and come with me to do something when you're done."

On the way to the Red Sleeve House, Wang Beiwang had already found out that the three hundred young girls were being held in the Ministry of Justice's dungeon.

Only the Ministry of Justice's dungeon could accommodate so many people. This wasn't a secret. Anyone could find out by asking the city defense troops or the guards, or even the people in the city knew, after all, who didn't have someone working in the court?

Hongjige ate heartily and asked vaguely, "Are we not waiting for the Palace Master and Xiaoyuan? Damn it, Sun Miaomiao and Guan Ya haven't been found, and the Queen is also missing. There are fewer and fewer people."

Zhang Yuanqing pondered for a moment and said, "We can let Wang Beiwang go outside for a few more rounds. Maybe Xiaoyuan and the Palace Master are also looking for us."

Hongjige then asked, "Who is that idiot?"

"NPC," Jiang Jingwei said.

"He's a chivalrous man," Zhang Yuanqing corrected.

Hongjige said "Oh", his eyes scanning the corridor on the second floor, and said with a grin, "What a great place. If you're not in a hurry, I'd like to listen to some music here."

Zhang Yuanqing said regretfully, "Brothels aren't open during the day."

Hongjige also showed a look of regret. Wang Beiwang, at the door, squatted on the ground, fiddling with a broken bowl, observing from time to time, waiting for the Dimwitted Emperor's orders.

Tsk, how did I become the Dimwitted Emperor's subordinate? I should kill him, yes, it's all for Xiuer, I'll just endure him for a few days. Wang Beiwang touched his hard, short beard, thinking that was the reason.

At this time, he saw three middle-aged men wearing short clothes, with bright eyes, walking from afar, heading straight for the Red Sleeve House.

One had a thin face and bright, sharp eyes, one was stocky and looked honest, and one had a face full of beard, with eyes like copper bells, and an irritable expression between his eyebrows.

They carried weapons wrapped in cloth strips on their backs, and their steps were steady.

As a well-known swordsman in the Jianghu, Wang Beiwang's eyes narrowed, and he instinctively felt wary and hostile.

He could tell that the three middle-aged men were all martial artists, and their skills were not low.

The thin-faced man among the three middle-aged men seemed to sense something, glanced at Wang Beiwang squatting at the door, then withdrew his gaze and stopped paying attention.

Watching the three enter the Red Sleeve House, Wang Beiwang stood up.

"Are you three gentlemen visiting the Red Sleeve House for the first time, or do you have an acquaintance?" The pimp greeted them eagerly, asking the standardized question.