Imperial Treasure-Chapter 880 - 537: How Can You Be So Devious!

The High Priest turned to look at her.

"Change into this outfit before leaving."

Jiang Chenyu handed over the bag beside her.

"What you’re wearing now isn’t appropriate."

She eyed the ragged long robe the High Priest was still wearing, with bare arms and bare feet—only that somewhat dull-witted blond person just now would fail to see anything strange with it.

But it might also be because the tastes and aesthetics of people in this era are different from hers.

However... that doesn’t mean she could accept it.

"Although you never care about others’ opinions, at least you’re a top figure from our place, and being so exposed is not quite right."

Exposed? 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The High Priest looked down at their bare feet.

Does this count?

Jiang Chenyu: Your hands, your hands!

Alright, bare arms weren’t really a big deal in their time and space, but wearing it on the High Priest, that was somewhat unusual.

Jiang Chenyu found it quite an eyesore.

Yet this person, although indifferent to others’ opinions, and not much concerned about appearances, was always neatly dressed and never disheveled in front of others. Recently, even when they could easily obtain clothing in this foreign land, they didn’t due to some principles.

Restrained, rigorous yet contradictory, that’s the High Priest.

So she, this "rival," could only help her buy clothes.

Oh, and shoes too.

When she was buying clothes on the way to the café, she was feeling tipsy and lightheaded.

The High Priest looked at Jiang Chenyu, those eyes seemed to smile but were quite cold and serious, reaching out to take the slender garment bag, "Thank you."

With that, they walked into the café.

The boss was oblivious, and after a while, the High Priest came out.

The doorbell jingled softly.

Jiang Chenyu silently watched this person, the latter gave her a slight nod, then strolled away.

Their pace was graceful and elegant... the hem of the clothes fluttered slightly.

Jiang Chenyu thought to herself, in the end, the High Priest is still the High Priest. After all these years, even if her heart was unwilling, she couldn’t help but bow down before them.

She could have left first.

But according to the rules and the difference in status, seeing them off was the most proper.

Jiang Chenyu closed her eyes.

So timid, her palms were sweating.

The London Government Office, a towering and majestic building, not only had police coming and going but also soldiers, and high-ranking officials who rarely appeared, and of course personnel under various aristocrats...

And journalists.

But the defense and alertness far exceeded usual levels.

Overall, it was quite a contradictory state.

And the interior was the same, the smooth pure black floor that could almost reflect faces, high heels could make sounds crisp like piano keys, many people sat on the sofas.

Some appeared solemn, yet there was a faint restlessness.

Huge floor-to-ceiling windows made everything outside almost transparent, sunlight shone inside, seeming to expose those within completely to the outside, while actually, the people outside couldn’t see inside at all, and even a nuclear bomb couldn’t penetrate this window.

Some sat in the hall, some were not there.

But overall, everyone was in this mansion, including Chark and other children.

This somewhat contradicted certain principles but also showed the authorities’ emphasis and rigor.

Cao Qijun held Chark while sitting on the sofa, watching one person after another being called away and one after another being released, but they still couldn’t leave.

Because the authorities had not yet determined whether what they wanted to obtain, or wanted to know, was already in hand, and whether this person was still dangerous...

No choice, this was a death command, even foreign figures like Lv Si, eminent and respectable, couldn’t escape such control.

They were all very quiet.

Originally, they should protest, and they had the rights and capital to protest, but having gone through those perilous moments one by one, now the London authorities’ attitude instead made them feel "gentle."

So their level of cooperation baffled the bigwigs of the authorities.

Is there a trap?

Yet an interesting scene unfolded.

Ye Zixu and others sat in a group, next to people from the Duke’s Mansion, while others like Landis, Mo Luo, and others dispersed in waves, then those aristocrats somewhat clustered together, and the wealthy also huddled together.

Originally speaking, these London police or soldiers were not able to hold these people.

But of course!

Little Ross, standing at a height of 1.6 meters, sat on the back of the sofa, legs propped up, rhythmically tapping the priceless sofa leather with the heels of his shoes, staring at Ye Zixu and others like a vulture.

Apparently, he had a significant interest in these Chinese people.

Meanwhile, Franck smoked a cigar, sitting with others from Section Seven on the periphery of this group, forming an encirclement.

His gaze was not on others but on a woman standing under a hanging flower basket in the corner of the hall, with a large black dog beside her.

And on the other side, a woman sitting alone among hundreds of sofa seats.

Two women.

Natasha and Hell’s Wan Ge.

They had actually obediently come here as well.

Definitely a trap!

Section Seven prepared defensively for them, so they all came.

— The ones being surrounded and detained are these two dangerous women.

Natasha crossed her legs, lost in thought, as Philip and others were ordered away by her, she came here... could it be to cooperate with the interrogation?

Landis and others: Definitely a trap!

And Hellhound, this globally wanted figure... absolutely a trap!

People from Section Seven didn’t dare relax a bit...

Until two young men were escorted out by security.

It was Losar and Justin.

Having been interrogated and tested in a perverse manner by people from Section Five, their emotions were... so-so.

Ha, even a Duke from Junshi Titan would fear people from your Section Five? (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)