The night deepened, and Marquis Mansion regained its previous tranquility.
Yet within Chongshan Pass, calm had not been restored.
Yang Zhenshan had gone back to his bedroom to tend to his land, but Luo Jingsong and others did not rest. Gu Yunjian did not come alone; there were surely more Star Moon Sect members in the city.
This month, the Camp at the front of Chongshan Pass City was in charge of the city defense. Upon learning of the assassin’s intrusion in the Marquis Mansion, Luo Feiyu, the Guerrilla General of the Camp, and commandant Yang Chengxu immediately led their soldiers to carry out a hunt.
Luo Jingsong and Li Chengguo also joined in the hunt. After all, the people who invaded the Marquis Mansion were from the Star Moon Sect, and no one knew more about the Sect than they did.
They mainly searched the North District because, after nightfall, all gates between the South District and North District were closed, not to be opened by anyone except for the hands directly from the General Mansion’s orders. Even the officials of the Governor’s Office and the leading garrison eunuch do not recognize the Camp’s soldiers.
As for how Gu Yunjian and Kou Rong entered the North City, it was not a difficult task.
At night, it was almost impossible for ordinary people to enter North City, but for Martial Arts Masters, entering North City was quite easy as they could scale the city walls.
Though there were soldiers guarding and patrolling on the walls, their cultivation was relatively low; it was not difficult for them to infiltrate North City quietly.
Besides the barracks, North City contained various government offices and official residences, without general citizens, making the search relatively easy.
Soon, there was some disturbance in North City, and several Martial Artists in black attire were captured by the soldiers.
However, they were only these few Martial Artists. The soldiers were busy all night, almost turning North City upside down, even searching the residences of Pang Tang and Li Mingzhong, but found nothing more.
Yang Zhenshan got up early; in fact, he hadn’t slept all night, and was busy all the time taking care of the medicinal herbs and tea trees in the Spiritual Spring Space.
Even though he hadn’t slept all night, he was still brimming with energy.
After reaching the Innate Realm in his cultivation, he found that his spirit was always in an extremely active state. Previously, he could also stay awake for three to five days, but fatigue was inevitable; now, he hadn’t slept for five days, and neither his body nor his spirit felt the slightest fatigue.
This isn’t to say he doesn’t need sleep, but it shows his body and spirit are full of energy, such that lack of sleep doesn’t greatly affect him.
Of course, sleeping is still the best way to rest, so even Innate Martial Artists need to sleep.
When Yang Zhenshan walked out of the bedroom, Nanny Song was already waiting in the outer room with a few young maids.
"Marquis!" Nanny Song and the young maids promptly bowed upon seeing Yang Zhenshan come out.
Yang Zhenshan nodded, washed his face, and asked, "Is Ming Zhao still asleep?"
"Yes, the young master is sleeping sweetly!" Nanny Song replied with a loving smile.
Yang Zhenshan wiped his face, "Get him up for breakfast later, don’t delay him from going to school."
"Don’t worry, Marquis, this old servant won’t let the young master oversleep!" Nanny Song laughed.
If you ask who in the household indulges Ming Zhao the most, it is not Yang Zhenshan, nor Yu Qingyi, but Nanny Song.
Yang Zhenshan indulges his child with limits; fun is okay, but it should not interfere with school and cultivation.
Yu Qingyi, although loving, is actually stricter with Ming Zhao than Yang Zhenshan.
Compared to them, Nanny Song absolutely spoils Ming Zhao, treating him like a little ancestor.
Fortunately, Nanny Song also understands Yang Zhenshan’s temper and knows school cannot be missed, so she won’t allow Ming Zhao to oversleep.
After freshening up, Yang Zhenshan picked up his Mystical Iron Spear and began practicing his spear techniques in the courtyard.
The heavy Mystical Iron Spear moved, emitting bursts of tearing through the air, a sound common anywhere within the mansion.
Morning practice had become a tradition for the Yang family, whether family members or servants, everyone would rise early for two hours of cultivation.
Thus, every morning, the sound of tearing through the air could be heard throughout the mansion.
Having completed his practice with the spear, Yang Zhenshan practiced his swordsmanship, saber skills, and Thousand Mechanism Hand for about two hours before stopping.
At his level, there was no need to spend a lot of time practicing with the spear – he had already perfected several spear techniques to an exceptional degree.
Daily he simply needed to familiarize himself, just to prevent his skills from becoming rusty.
What he practiced with the spear, sword, and saber was actually the control of Innate True Qi, rather than those ordinary cultivation techniques.
After finishing his practice, Yang Zhenshan returned to the room and had breakfast with Ming Zhao.
"Dad, when is mom coming back?"
Ming Zhao was eagerly awaiting Yu Qingyi, asking two or three times each day, which Yang Zhenshan found somewhat annoying.
"Soon, in the next few days!" Yang Zhenshan said casually.
"How many days are ’the next few days’?" Ming Zhao pouted, dissatisfied.
Yang Zhenshan looked at him helplessly, "Dad doesn’t know!"
He guessed that Yu Qingyi had probably already started her journey from the Capital City, but exactly where she was, he had no idea.
Ming Zhao pouted and glanced down, fiddling with his meal in his bowl.
Yang Zhenshan didn’t bother to chat further; children are just like that, he had gotten used to it, and probably Ming Zhao too had gotten used to his somewhat unreliable dad.
After breakfast, Yang Zhenshan tidied up briefly, preparing to head to the government office.
On paper, he was Jing’an Marquis of Da Rong, an assistant at the Central Army Commander’s Mansion, and the general of Chongshan Town, but in reality, he was just a working man of the court.