Stooping secretly, he felt his way to the base of the wall and saw its height. Internally, he couldnāt help but complain, "Damn, itās so high. To get up there, it would take internal energy. But if I use too much, these people will definitely notice."
Oh, if only I hadnāt practiced that old manās martial arts, the internal energy I trained was too conspicuous. Earlier, in the room, with the illusion powder on my hairpin, I could still cover it up. But what am I going to do outside?
So, he had no choice but to sneak to the other side. The guards were just as strict, but there was a legendary dog hole.
He began to hesitateāclimb or not?
For him, the young master of the Marquis Mansion, to crawl through a dog hole? If word got out, wouldnāt it be utterly humiliating?
But if he didnāt climb, it would be difficult to escape next time.
Scratching his head, he thought, forget it, whatever happens, happens. Climb it is.
Luckily, he was small, so getting through the dog hole was a piece of cake.
"Hehe, see you again, little uncle."
He waved at the courtyard behind him, then bolted away.
Just halfway through, he suddenly slapped his forehead. "Damn it, I actually forgot to get the old man out."
Yangyang pouted, debating whether to go back or not.
Forget it, better not to go back. Heās only a few years old, how could he beat so many people? Besides, that old man is pretty skilled, he should be able to escape on his own.
Or he could go home and let his parents come to rescue him. By the way, do his parents even know about this? Did they know Prince Le isnāt dead?
He has to find a way to send a message to his parents.
Hmm, just find any Muās Clinic or Jujialou. Surely they can help deliver the message, maybe even send him back to the Capital City.
With this thought, he started slipping through the woods.
Once he was gone, a few others stood in the distance.
"Master, weāre just letting the kid run?"
"Whatās there to fear? Heāll be back," Prince Le laughed. "Weāve delayed for months. If we donāt send out some news, theyāll really think Iām dead. That wouldnāt be fun."
"Are you sure this kid can send the message back?" The subordinate was skeptical. A kid like him, looking so cute, would likely catch the attention of kidnappers as soon as he enters town.
"Would you have thought to twist the wire together using the tension of wringing damp clothes?" Prince Le gave his subordinate a disdainful look. "This isnāt some dumb kid. Plus, he knows martial arts. Heāll definitely get into town safely."
Watching the already disappearing silhouette, Prince Le sighed again, feeling a bit jealous of Ye Ziāan. Four children, two little ones of unknown fate, but the two older ones, each outsmarting the other, each more daring.
Such great children, and yet he had none.
This world really is unfair!
"Master, the old man is awake. He wants to see you!"
At the sound of this, Prince Le instantly became cold.
"Why does he want to see me?"
"The old man didnāt say."
Prince Le didnāt respond, and led his men back.
They entered the courtyard, then went to another dungeon where a bald monk was chained. This was none other than the supposedly dead Master Sikong, the Grand Emperor!
"I heard you wanted to see me?" Prince Le approached with a grin, "What do you want to say?"
"What exactly are you trying to do?" Sikong shouted, "If you want to kill, then just kill. If itās the throne youāre after, with Thirdās skills, he canāt touch you. If itās revenge youāre seeking, the Generalās family who humiliated your concubine mother is dead. That sister of yours, she wasnāt your real sister. She was a princess of Great Qi, killed by the people of Great Qi. What more do you want?"