The Celestial Master Mansion's Stance

Having said that, Li Yunqing vaulted over the railing and jumped down from the "airplane."

Sensing this, Xu Yuan was slightly taken aback.

He had thought the fellow would shamelessly cling to his palace and catch a free ride, but he had not expected him to leave so cleanly and decisively.

Though, thinking about it, it was understandable.

This was Li Yunqing's first time returning to the capital as the young master of the Prime Minister's Mansion. If anyone saw the Third Prince aboard his palace—

Then it really would be like yellow mud in his pants: impossible to explain.

That little bastard was as cautious as ever.

Watching the other man's figure gradually disappear, Xu Yuan found a strange sadness welling up in his heart.

That surprised Xu Yuan.

His relationship with that little bastard Li Yunqing had never been particularly close.

The few times they had helped each other had all been for mutual benefit. The moment they encountered even a little danger, they started dumping blame and setting each other up.

They were not quite friends—at most, drinking buddies who brought each other trouble.

Yet after pondering for a moment, Xu Yuan still smiled and sighed.

Some things could not be analyzed rationally—for instance, the instant sense of kinship born from how alike they were.

They liked slacking off, liked dumping blame, wanted to enjoy themselves but did not want to take responsibility.

Li Yunqing really was very much like him.

Even—

As though they were the same person raised in two entirely different environments.

Only, one had been born into the affectionate Prime Minister's Mansion, while the other had been born into the heartless imperial family.

At this thought, Xu Yuan seemed to realize something. He let out a soft hiss and muttered:

"Could that bastard's