"Nonsense, who says I can’t handle him?" The Old Poison Monster was not pleased. "With so many people in the palace, even if I am powerful, can I possibly handle thousands of Imperial Army soldiers?"
"Alright, alright, you’re amazing, now hurry up." Yangyang urged, waving his hand.
The Old Poison Monster was indeed formidable, and the few people in front of him were no match at all. In no ti, they were knocked down.
"How do we leave?" After finishing off a few people, the old man and the young one started heading towards the city gate.
"We must leave the city quickly," said the Old Poison Monster. "We can’t stay in the city for long, or once the palace knows you’ve slipped out, they’ll likely lock down the gates imdiately."
"Then let’s hurry."
They soon reached the city gate; the routine inspection for entering and exiting the city found nothing unusual.
The Old Poison Monster was dressed in won’s clothing, appearing as an old lady, holding Yangyang’s hand as they went through the inspection.
The inspection crew was relatively fast, and the old and young pair with empty hands, carrying nothing, passed through directly.
It was their good fortune, just as their inspection finished and they left the city, it went into lockdown. The two exchanged a glance, full of smugness.
Without lingering, the two hurried away, taking small paths instead of the main roads, even traversing mountains and hills to evade their pursuers.
"Still haven’t found them?" Prince Le of the Great Qi Palace looked at the crowd, dissatisfied.
"No!" A guard replied quickly, "My lord, the day after tomorrow is the grand enthronent ceremony. If they can’t be found, perhaps it’s best to let the eldest prince take the throne; after all, he is your own child." The guard had followed Prince Le for many years but still couldn’t fathom his master’s intentions.
With a ready-made son, he stubbornly seeks soone else’s child.
"I have my own plans," Prince Le responded, eyeing the guard. "Consider yourself lucky you’ve been with for years, or else..." For today’s two sentences alone, he would’ve been put to death.
The guard was shocked, "Yes, I realize my mistake!"
"Leave now."
The guard exited, and Prince Le snorted coldly, "Underestimating those two little rascals, their minds are quite quick."
Qinghua Hall, the heir of Prince Le was dancing with joy, only appearing like a child at this mont.
"My lord, congratulations on achieving your wish."
"I must thank you, Yuan Lu, for suggesting it."
"I don’t dare take credit. It’s because of your wisdom, knowing to have inquire about Ye Haoyang’s matters, or we wouldn’t know he still thought of returning ho."
The heir of Prince Le suddenly laughed, "For this, I must thank my father. He said to know oneself and the adversary leads to victory in every battle."
"So it seems, the master still cares for you, otherwise, he wouldn’t teach you these things."
"..." The young heir said nothing. He didn’t agree with Yuan Lu’s words. When in Great Zhou, his father wanted him dead; he always rembered that.
~~~~~
Liao City
The first day of the eleventh month is Liao City’s Ancestor Worship Festival, also known as the Clothes Burning Festival. Families with ancestral shrines prepare incense, food, paper money, and the like to worship their ancestors. Since the harsh winter is approaching, they fear their ancestors might be cold below, so they also prepare clothes to burn for them, known as Sending Cold Clothes.
The Ye Family’s ancestors were naturally not in Liao City, but having arrived in this place, they had to adapt to local customs. Without an ancestral shrine, Ye Zi’an took his wife and children to a mountain temple outside the city.
Upon returning, they saw soone pacing outside the courtyard where they were currently staying.
(ps: The traditional Chinese Ancestor Worship Festival is on the first day of the tenth month, but the ti has been altered in the text)
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