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Lin Xiaofan suddenly raised his head, "Could there be other hidden messages in this letter left by my father?" Zhuge Liang immediately fetched various jars and bottles from the general's study. Lin Xiaofan attempted to mix a red powder using the method he remembered from Lin Yuan. Sure enough, when sprinkled on the letter, a map gradually appeared.
This... it was a map extending from the western border all the way into the territory of Great Xia. The endpoint of the earlier markings turned out to be... the Crown Prince's private dock!
In addition, a new line of small text emerged beside the original writing: "Moro has infiltrated the capital; the Crown Prince's identity is suspicious."
Huo Qubing's eyes flashed with cold light, "I've heard that the Crown Prince's temperament has changed drastically; could it be...?"
"No, it's not that simple." Lin Xiaofan shook his head, "If the Crown Prince is different, then where is the real Crown Prince? And why did my father investigate the western merchant convoy?"
Zhuge Liang gently waved his feather fan, "It seems we need to pay a visit to the Fifth Prince."
The next morning, Lin Xiaofan was studying his father's letter in the courtyard when he suddenly heard a commotion outside the estate.
"What’s going on?" He opened the door and was instantly caught between laughter and tears.
There stood Huo Qubing leading thirty Fu Bing, all of whom—without exception—were dressed in pink modified skirts!
"This... is this what you trained for?" Lin Xiaofan twitched at the corners of his mouth.
Huo Qubing wore a serious expression, "My Lord, they have mastered the essence of the Scolding Formation; just listen—"
With a wave of his hand, thirty Fu Bing shouted in unison: "You bunch of turtle-heads over there! Useless in battle but first in reincarnation! Did your mother raise you with your placenta?!"
The onlookers in the street were taken aback for a moment before bursting into laughter. Someone shouted, "Oh look, isn't that Lin's Flower Skirt Army?"
Zhuge Liang rubbed his forehead, "They sure know how to insult, but those skirts are bound to trip them up..."
Before he could finish his sentence, one Fu Bing stepped on his skirt hem and fell flat on his face with a loud thud.
Lin Xiaofan sighed deeply.
Huo Qubing glared at him angrily, "Useless! Do you think the enemy will wait for you to lift your skirt on the battlefield?!"
The Fu Bing looked miserable as he replied, "General, this skirt is tripping me up..."
"Shut up!" Huo Qubing said sternly. "From today on, no one is allowed to take off their skirts even while sleeping! I refuse to believe we can't fix this problem!"
The Fu Bing collectively wailed in despair.
Just as Lin Xiaofan was about to speak, a notification suddenly popped up from the system:
"Forget it, let them be..." Lin Xiaofan sighed, "At least this way, no one dares to underestimate them..."
In the dead of night, Lin Xiaofan changed into his stealth attire and quietly infiltrated the Fifth Prince's residence. According to Zhuge Liang's investigation, although the Fifth Prince appeared to be idle, he actually controlled the largest intelligence network in the capital. The "Western Region merchant convoy" mentioned in his father's letter happened to have close ties with several businesses under the Fifth Prince's name.
Lin Xiaofan nimbly scaled the wall and, using the cover of the trees, made his way to the study. Through a crack in the window, he saw the Fifth Prince bent over his desk, writing furiously. Spread out on the table was a map of the Western Regions!
"There's definitely something wrong..."
Once the Fifth Prince left, Lin Xiaofan pried open the window and slipped inside. He quickly rifled through the documents on the desk but found that most were poetry and literary works with nothing unusual.
"Strange..."
Just as he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of a portrait hanging on the wall—a figure dressed in exotic clothing, with short hair and a handsome face...
Lin Xiaofan felt his blood run cold in an instant.
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