Traces Left

After deciding that he would accompany the Third Prince to court the next day, Xu Yi hurriedly left the Third Prince's Mansion.

Tomorrow was bound to be one hell of a fight. He would definitely tear the sky wide open, so he had to make the necessary arrangements as early as possible.

He headed straight for Zimo Xuan.

Yuan Qinghua still had no idea that Xu Yi had already arranged a way out for him, nor did he know Zimo Xuan had been transferred to Marquis Anqing. He was still lounging about as Head Shopkeeper.

From outside, Xu Yi caught sight of Yuan Qinghua growing even rounder as he lay sprawled on a chaise, holding a little teapot and rocking his head from side to side. He felt a pang of guilt and was about to go in, but stopped at the doorway and turned away.

He suddenly realized that blurting out the truth would be needlessly cruel. Besides, he had no way to keep Yuan Qinghua completely safe.

He was going to risk everything tomorrow, and would likely have only a one-in-ten chance of survival. How could he protect Yuan Qinghua? Besides, all under heaven belonged to the emperor. Yuan Qinghua was just an ordinary man—where could he possibly run?

After turning it over in his mind, Xu Yi went back to the Third Prince's Mansion.

He was even grateful that he had shown mercy to Yuan Qinghua back in Monster Hunting Valley. Keeping that one man alive had spared him who knew how much trouble.

After drilling the Third Prince with instructions once more, Xu Yi, worn out to his core, returned to Futuo Mountain.

In just two short days, an endless barrage of troubles had left him mentally and physically spent.

Never before had he longed so