The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1165

Chapter 1165: 565 Late Night Warmth (second update)

The Prince of An County came out for a stroll and immediately regretted it.

The weather was so cold, and the road so dark; he should have brought some money and warm clothes before running away from home.

Now, he was penniless, without a carriage, and even his loyal shadow guard Wuyang had been detained by his grandfather.

Wuyang was the one who had accompanied him on his trip to the Chen Country, seven years his senior, both his shadow guard and his playmate.

He had always believed that after all the difficulties they had been through, Wuyang was utterly loyal to him, but reality had dealt him a cruel blow.

Unknowingly, he had been wandering around the capital for several hours, taken quite a few falls, and the passersby on the street were as numerous as ever, yet for the first time in his life, he felt completely disconnected from the hustle and bustle around him.

He walked through the relentless flow of the avenue and arrived at a small courtyard where he had once lived.

But as soon as he tried to enter, he was blocked by a servant from inside.

The servant said with difficulty, "Prince, I’ve just received orders from the Zhuang Clan, forbidding you to enter the house."

How splendid.

Truly splendid.

He couldn’t even stay in the courtyard anymore.

There were other places if this one was not possible.

The Prince of An County went to three other properties owned by the Zhuang Clan, and without exception, was turned away from each one.

The Prince couldn’t even enter the restaurants or inns where he was once welcomed as an honored guest, not because he didn’t have silver—that wasn’t the point; he could swagger through the capital without a dime to his name, as there were always people eager to pay for him.

The important thing was the second point: Grand Tutor Zhuang had sent word to these places he had frequented.

How did Grand Tutor Zhuang know his past as if it was the back of his hand?

Thanks to Wuyang.

After being rejected time and time again, the Prince of An County looked up at the tranquil sky, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

His grandfather was right—without the identity of a legitimate son of the Zhuang Clan, he was nothing.

It seemed Grand Tutor Zhuang was trying to force the Prince of An County back by these means. The prince had always been a sensible and obedient child; he had suffered hardships and endured grievances, but he had never faced it all alone.

He had Wuyang by his side, along with many other skilled fighters; he had the Empress Dowager and the Grand Tutor, the entire Zhuang Clan backing him.

But now, he had nothing.

He couldn’t even find a place to take shelter.

Pitiful and laughable.