The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1671 - 811 Long Yi’s Truth (Second Update)

At this hour, the Prince’s residence had quieted down as people retired for the night. The Prince, Shangguan Qi, too excited to sleep, went to the study room.

He never dreamed that good luck would come so quickly, turning his fate around just like that!

He had assumed that Shangguan Yun would interfere, thinking it would take him several years to make a comeback—

"Indeed, even the heavens are aiding me!"

The Prince couldn’t conceal his smile, speaking kindly to the guards at the door, "It’s late already, you all should rest too."

The guards clasped their fists, "We are not tired, Your Highness."

"There are so many Imperial Forest Army guards outside, no one will break in."

"What Your Highness says is true, but it’s always best to be cautious."

The Prince, taken by joy, almost became complacent. Hearing the guard’s words, he calmed down a bit.

Indeed, the more critical the moment, the more cautious one ought to be.

"Your Highness, you should rest. Isn’t there a morning court meeting tomorrow?"

At the mention of this, the Prince’s smile reappeared.

That’s right, he could attend the morning court meeting again.

Those who wanted to see him and the Han Family embarrassed would finally have their jaws dropped!

But he couldn’t fall asleep at the moment. He took out a few books, deciding to study the ways of governing.

Suddenly, a large bird landed on his window sill.

The Prince was about to call the guards but noticed the bird was unusually tame, showing no signs of aggression.

Moreover, the bird extended a claw, its arrogant expression seeming to say, "Audience, please."

How could I think a bird has expressions? Am I going mad?

The Prince’s gaze fell on the bird’s claw and he unexpectedly saw a note tied to it.

"A note from the Han Family?"

The Prince muttered, glancing at Xiaojiu. Had the Han Family switched from messenger pigeons to eagles?

Full of suspicion, the Prince untied the note. The black characters on the white paper read: "Come to the Cold Palace immediately, in disguise, without being discovered."

No signature.

But the Prince recognized the handwriting; it was unmistakably his mother’s.

Why would his mother ask him to come to the Cold Palace disguised, so late at night?

Had something happened?

No, this morning his mother had sent word through someone to him, telling him not to go to the Cold Palace unless it was necessary, or to hastily rally the court ministers to plead for her.

The Prince looked at the note: "Something’s fishy."

In the alley.

Gu Chengfeng’s neck was almost twisted: "Can’t you two stop putting all your weight on me by yourselves?"

Gu Jiao: "No."

Long Yi: Humph.

Gu Chengfeng: "..."

Gu Chengfeng’s face darkened, his long neck bearing a weight it shouldn’t have at his age.

"Hmm, why hasn’t he come out yet?" Gu Jiao asked.

"Could it be he noticed something was wrong?" Gu Chengfeng said, "We don’t know if the Han Family has communicated with him, if the Han Family said no contact, he wouldn’t easily fall for it—"

Just as Gu Chengfeng was speaking halfway, Long Yi suddenly straightened up, his eyes warily fixed on a certain direction in the night.

Gu Jiao also straightened up.

The two heavyweights on his head were gone, Gu Chengfeng’s neck felt light, and he breathed easier.

"Long Yi, what’s wrong?" Gu Jiao asked.

Long Yi swiftly picked up Gu Jiao and flew into the night.

Gu Chengfeng used his lightness skill to follow.

The three arrived at the rear gate of the Prince’s residence. Just then, an inconspicuous servant’s carriage slowly emerged.

The coachman was dressed as a eunuch, a highly skilled martial artist.

Gu Jiao smirked.

It seemed the Prince had taken the bait.

The Prince usually wasn’t this careless, but the joy of regaining his position had clouded his judgment, making him fall for the trap.

To avoid being noticed, he naturally couldn’t travel with a large entourage; he had ten elite guards secretly protecting him.

This setup might be enough against typical experts, but it was overconfident when dealing with Long Yi.

Or perhaps the Han Family and Dark Soul didn’t have time to inform the Prince about Long Yi.

The carriage traveled on a quiet street. To avoid attention, the Prince specifically chose a secluded route.

This made things easier for them.

The ten elite guards moved along the eaves on either side of the street.

Swoosh!

One disappeared.

Swoosh!

Another disappeared.

The leading guard on the left looked back, one, two, three, four.

Then looked back again, one, two, three.

Looking back once more, one, two.

He felt a chill, on the fourth look—

Long Yi: Humph.

The guard’s hair stood on end, drawing his sword and shouting: "Protect—"

Protect your damn self!

Gu Jiao sprang from behind Long Yi, holding a small stick, and clubbed him unconscious!

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