That sensation resembling skin hunger syndrome seemed to have returned.
Shen Yangge's hands and feet were ice-cold, though not from fright. He was terribly nervous, and the time he could keep his Dragon Horns and eye color concealed was almost up.
He kept as close to the wall as possible, feeling his way away from Chu Xuanzhen.
Just as when he had hidden in the ventilation shaft earlier, his mind briefly went blank from nerves.
Then the assassin was caught, and the Imperial Guards brought their prisoner back.
The physicians of the Imperial Medical Bureau finally realized what had happened. This was no herb thief-this was an assassin.
Where was that little brat who had shouted so loudly? They were going to give him a joint thrashing. He was utterly out of line!
Yong Guanghui, commander of the Imperial Guards, had caught the culprit. On his way back, he searched everywhere for that little figure, only to spot His Highness the Crown Prince at the entrance.
He froze for a long moment before stepping forward and saluting with clasped hands. "Greetings, Your Highness."
The Imperial Guards behind him also bowed in greeting.
Chu Xuanzhen's gaze never landed on Yong Guanghui. He seemed to be searching for something.
Yong Guanghui asked, "Your Highness, are you looking for that young gentleman?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Xuanzhen's impassive gaze finally settled on him. He swallowed and said uncertainly:
"I believe I saw him just now. About this tall, thin and small."
As he spoke, Yong Guanghui raised a hand to demonstrate, gesturing as though afraid even someone deaf and mute might fail to understand.
Chu Xuanzhen's voice was low. "Where is he?"
Those three words alone seemed to place Yong Guanghui under tremendous pressure. He thought for a moment, then