"Have you found anything? Is there anything useful on them?"
Clearly, Ying Yi was not to blame for this matter, so the young Emperor didn't delve into this topic.
Hearing this, Ying Yi reached into his chest and pulled out a scroll, presenting it to the young Emperor:
"Your Majesty, on their left wrists, they all had such a mark.
I've sent someone to look into it, but there is no news yet, and I don't know to which force this mark belongs."
Upon receiving the scroll and taking a look, the young Emperor's brow slightly furrowed.
The scroll depicted a unique red pattern.
This pattern was very special, neither text nor an animal.
It was utterly perplexing at a glance.
At that moment, just as the two were contemplating the scroll, Lin Yi suddenly came around.
A coughing sound abruptly broke their contemplation.
Upon hearing the cough, both turned to look towards the bed.
