Jiang Yingcheng suddenly unleashed a long string of piercing shrieks in her mind.
[Aaaaaah, why did he have to come here now?! Aaaaaah!!]
[How was Chengcheng supposed to get her little brother out now?!]
Had all her hard work been for nothing?!
-Jiang Yingcheng's inner voice was shrill enough to all but lift the roof, yet Lin Jinshu was the only person present who could hear it.
It took nearly every ounce of strength he had to stop himself from clapping his hands over his ears.
That voice was sharp, thin, and booming as a great bell, making stars swim before his eyes.
Prince Jing, Jiang Yi'an, strolled in through the doorway. Without so much as glancing at the two little ones huddled behind the door, he headed straight for the Grand Tutor's Chair at the far end of the hall.
Sun Qiang and Zhang Ren, who had still been locked in combat moments earlier, both dropped to their knees, their faces deathly pale and their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
They looked as though they had lost all ability to move.
This was exactly what Jiang Yingcheng had spent so long plotting to achieve, yet they could not seize the chance to escape.
-The men Jiang Yi'an had brought had already surrounded the Small Courtyard. Every one of them wore silver armor and radiated the forbidding aura of an expert. Even the Martial Arts Grandmaster from earlier was among them.
Lin Jinshu shook his head and peered outside.
After a single glance, he silently pulled back. Then he took Jiang Yingcheng's hand, led her back into the room, and stood before Jiang Yi'an.
As though he were the older brother.
"What do you want?" Lin Jinshu looked his imperial uncle straight in the eyes and got right to the point.
Jiang