The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 938

Chapter 938: 428 Young Master Hou (two updates)

Princess Xinyang was fortunate not to suffer from depression, or else she might have been driven to illness by Long Yi sooner or later.

Princess Xinyang could, of course, have ordered Long Yi to set down, discard, or throw away the cage, but it seemed that Long Yi, perhaps guessing that his young master liked to give orders, simply scooped up the cage and whoosh—dashed away!

All that Princess Xinyang saw was the back of his slick-shaven head, almost as if it read–––I’m running away, I can’t hear you!

Yujin’s face was indescribable. She turned to Princess Xinyang, opened her mouth, and said, "Princess ..."

Princess Xinyang kept a cold face and casually let the curtain fall.

The Imperial City was under martial law, with strict checks not only on those leaving but also on those entering.

The City Guards at the gates were on high alert when suddenly a gust of wind blew past, and a flicker seemed to sweep before their eyes.

The guards exchanged puzzled looks.

"What just happened?"

"I—I don’t know, did you see that?"

"It seemed like something passed by, but then again, it seemed like nothing."

As they looked toward the city, where not a soul was to be seen on the vacant streets, they wondered if they were seeing things—seeing things en masse...

Soon enough, Princess Xinyang’s carriage arrived at the city gate. The City Guard inspected the Token and respectfully saluted, allowing the carriage with Princess Xinyang to pass.

Meanwhile, the Imperial Guards who had gone to capture the assassin were slowly realizing that the assassin might not have gone ahead. They turned back and, halfway through, discovered the "stolen" prison cart and the four "ya-yi" who were already cold and lifeless.

Another group of Imperial Guards found the real ya-yi, who had been knocked out, in a patch of grass three miles away.

After the ya-yi regained consciousness, they recounted their experience of being robbed.

"The prisoner has escaped, could it be his friends who hijacked the prison cart?" asked an Imperial Guard.

A ya-yi replied, "Impossible, that prisoner is an old hand; he doesn’t have any powerful friends."