Fortunately, Not Too Late

Upon receiving these reports from the Dali Temple, Emperor Hong Wen's face darkened.

"I don't want to hear about these useless efforts. I want to know who the culprit is! What happened with the fire in the prison?!"

His anger flared, and the officials of the Dali Temple dared not even breathe loudly.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. We have not yet discovered the identity of the murderer. However, upon investigation of the prison fire, we found remnants of oil in the ruins. Whether it was an accident or someone intentionally set the fire, it is still unclear."

These words only worsened Emperor Hong Wen's expression. "Where is Prince Cheng'en?"

"I… I do not know," the official stammered.

As an official of the Dali Temple, he had no knowledge of Prince Cheng'en's whereabouts.

However, it was rumored that Prince Cheng'en had obtained the Western Mountains' oil.

Looking at the court, there were few who would dare to set fire to the prison, except for Prince Cheng'en.