Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 67: Surrounding Zhenbei Prison

Jiang Feng lived his life just as before.

He hesitated whether to stay at Zhenbei Prison for a while.

Ultimately, he dismissed the idea.

The issue with the ledger might remain unknown, but Cao Zhengyang’s death would surely be quickly discovered by those who frequented the court. If he stayed at Zhenbei Prison too long, Han Dong might suspect him again.

After his shift, he left Zhenbei Prison and returned to Chaoyang Alley.

That day.

Everything was calm, as if nothing had happened.

The next day.

Jiang Feng continued to head to Zhenbei Prison.

Soon after, Han Dong summoned him.

Jiang Feng hurried over.

Han Dong straightforwardly asked, "Cao Zhengyang is dead?"

"Really?"

Jiang Feng asked excitedly.

He said nothing more, nor uttered any interjection, but instead showed a look of disbelief as if being lied to.

Originally intending to probe, Han Dong found Jiang Feng’s expression somewhat amusing.

She reminded, "Lower your voice, he’s the Grand Commander of the Divine Arrow Army."

"How did he die? Did the Second Prince...?"

Jiang Feng lowered his voice, miming a throat-cutting gesture.

"Enough, don’t speculate wildly, how he died has nothing to do with you, get back to work!"

Han Dong didn’t explain further.

She informed Jiang Feng of this matter so that he need not worry about Cao Zhengyang’s retaliation, and also to observe Jiang Feng’s reaction.

"Yes!"

Jiang Feng sensibly refrained from asking more questions.

As he turned to leave, Han Dong saw him with cheeks puffed, rubbing his hands together, clearly delighted at the news, which also put Han Dong at ease.

After Jiang Feng left, he went to find Uncle Huo, arranging to drink at a tavern that evening. Uncle Huo was particularly happy and asked Jiang Feng if he could bring a few friends along, but Jiang Feng refused.

Dusk fell, and after the shift change, Jiang Feng and Uncle Huo left together, heading towards the tavern.

"Are you sure Commander Han wasn’t at the prison two nights ago?"

"Yes, Commander Han returned the next morning."

"Here’s some money to buy yourself a drink!"

Just as they stepped out of Zhenbei Prison.

Jiang Feng heard some hushed whispers.

It was the prison guards at the entrance discussing Han Dong’s whereabouts from the previous night.

As an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist.

Jiang Feng’s hearing and sight were excellent; he heard everything clearly.

Initially, he didn’t think much of it.

Han Dong rarely left Zhenbei Prison, being busy with cultivation and delegating many tasks to subordinates; sometimes she would be out one night without returning, which was unusual for everyone.

It fueled people’s imaginations, wondering who Han Dong, a girl, would seek out.

Jiang Feng sometimes had wild thoughts too.

But this time, Jiang Feng sensed something unusual.

He noticed that the prison guard who disclosed Han Dong’s whereabouts had received quite a bit of money. The person who handed him the money turned quickly and left. Although the action was discreet and hard to discern in the dim night, Jiang Feng still saw it.

Someone was probing Han Dong’s whereabouts.

Was it related to Cao Zhengyang’s matter?

Considering the ledger’s significance, Jiang Feng knew the other party would investigate all suspicious individuals.

Han Dong was once Cao Zhengyang’s superior, and Cao Zhen’s death was connected to Han Dong, so it wasn’t unreasonable for them to suspect her.

Inside the tavern.

Jiang Feng drank another pot of wine.

When he returned to Chaoyang Alley, he sat on his bed, feeling a bit worried for Han Dong.

"I hope it won’t bring her any trouble."

He prayed silently.

On the third day, Jiang Feng, as usual, went back to Zhenbei Prison.

Having preconceived notions.

Jiang Feng paid special attention to the situation outside Zhenbei Prison.

This time around, he observed closely and noticed a few more people.

Those people scanned every individual entering or leaving Zhenbei Prison, as if waiting for someone.

Was it a prison break?

Lately, no Red Lotus Sect rebels were brought here.

Were they looking for someone?

Or were they targeting Han Dong?

Jiang Feng felt somewhat uneasy.

He went to the third floor to work.

In the afternoon.

The Chief Constable of the Dragon Capital Government Office, Huo Shangxiang, along with several officials, came to Zhenbei Prison to see Han Dong for inquiry.

Han Dong asked Jiang Feng to prepare tea for the guests.

Jiang Feng felt a sinking feeling.

Since Yuan Tiangang’s death, Huang Ting was demoted from Chief Constable to an ordinary constable, patrolling the streets daily. Huo Shangxiang, a new appointee as Chief Constable at the Dragon Capital Government Office, had solved several major cases in recent months despite being a woman.

She had earned a reputation as a female hero in the Dragon Capital.

Jiang Feng sensed trouble because he had seen Huo Shangxiang’s name in the ledger, and her becoming Chief Constable was tied to the Second Prince’s manipulation.

In Han Dong’s courtyard.

Huo Shangxiang candidly said, "Grand Commander Han, I’m here for the case of Cao Zhengyang being shot outside the city. He was your former subordinate, having left Zhenbei Prison less than two months ago. There are some matters I need to verify with you."

"Well, feel free to ask whatever you need to know."

Han Dong nodded; she couldn’t refuse since it was procedural.

"I want to know where Grand Commander Han was the night before last?"

Huo Shangxiang asked.

The hand Han Dong was about to lower paused.

She hadn’t anticipated Huo Shangxiang would ask about her whereabouts instead of questions related to Cao Zhengyang, suspecting her as a possible suspect.

She replied, "I didn’t leave the Dragon Capital that night."

"Then where were you in the Dragon Capital?"

Huo Shangxiang pressed further.

"Forgive me, I cannot disclose, Cao Zhengyang’s death has nothing to do with me."

Han Dong refused.

Both Jiang Feng and Huo Shangxiang were visibly surprised.

Unexpectedly, Han Dong replied this way.

Huo Shangxiang was unwilling to let it go, pressing further: "Please, Grand Commander Han, be truthful!"

"Pfft!"

Han Dong raised her teacup and splashed tea on Huo Shangxiang’s face.

Angrily saying, "The rank of this Commander is only second to the Lord Director of the Prison. I have already said that I was in the Dragon Capital that night, never left the city. If you need to interrogate me, bring the Government Director, now leave!"

Huo Shangxiang’s delicate fists clenched tightly.

In the end, saying nothing, she turned and left Han Dong’s courtyard.

Jiang Feng felt uneasy.

Was Han Dong’s outburst aimed at Huo Shangxiang, or was she unwilling to let anyone know what she was doing the night before last?

If this continues, the Second Prince will become even more suspicious of Han Dong.

Han Dong only thought that it was as simple as Cao Zhengyang’s death that night.

Not knowing that Cao Zhengyang lost the Second Prince’s ledger when he died, otherwise Han Dong wouldn’t have responded like this.

Jiang Feng also left Han Dong’s courtyard.

When he returned after his shift, the suspicious individuals outside Zhenbei Prison had increased, as if surrounding the place.

Several days passed like this.

The suspicious individuals outside Zhenbei Prison always lingered, yet Han Dong did not leave Zhenbei Prison for several days, leaving those outside helpless.

In the blink of an eye.

Today marks the tenth day since Cao Zhengyang’s ledger was lost.

Jiang Feng continued to enter and exit Zhenbei Prison as usual. Over these days, it seemed as if nothing had happened in the Dragon Capital, yet as if many things had occurred. In any case, Jiang Feng felt that the atmosphere outside Zhenbei Prison was extremely off.

He didn’t know if Han Dong had sensed it.

As it neared shift change, just as Jiang Feng was about to leave, he saw Han Dong change into plain clothes and leave Zhenbei Prison ahead of him.

Han Dong, being meticulous and having profound cultivation, noticed someone watching her as soon as she exited Zhenbei Prison. But she seemed to have urgent matters and didn’t linger, quickly leaving.