"Your Highness, stop riding that bike of yours!!"
Sisi hurriedly lunged at Qian Renxing.
That rickety bike went so fast with this imbecile of a Holy Son riding it that they couldn't catch up, no matter how hard they chased.
She really didn't want Qian Renxing tearing around on that wreck of his anymore!!
"Hehe, you're still a little too green to catch me~"
Qian Renxing nimbly dodged Sisi's lunge, hopped onto his tricycle, and immediately pedaled away at top speed. "Woohoo, taking off! Watch me ride my beloved tricycle straight toward Zhuge Liang's four-wheeled carriage!!"
On his tricycle, Qian Renxing was practically Jackie Chan in a furniture store, leaving everyone in the dust.
He shot out of the palace in a flash, leaving Hu Liena and Xie Yue, who were standing guard outside, dumbfounded. Why had the Holy Son run out again?
"Oh no, the Holy Son's run off again!!"
Once Hu Liena and Xie Yue snapped out of it, they panicked.
Sisi rushed out from behind them and scolded, "Why didn't you stop His Highness the Holy Son? You've let him get away again!!"
Why didn't you stop him? Wasn't the Holy Son just looking at some big secret with you?
Hu Liena and Xie Yue grumbled inwardly.
Still, they didn't dare talk back to this longtime attendant at His Highness the Holy Son's side. After all, His Highness really did trust this maid.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and chase him!!"
Sisi shouted and hurried after Qian Renxing. His retreating figure was almost out of sight.
"Oh, right! We're on it!"
Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Sisi began chasing Qian Renxing once more. They had only just rested for a moment, and now another life-or-death chase had begun.
They really were chasing for their lives. Otherwise, their lives truly might be forfeit.
Heaven knew why that imbecile of a Holy Son had such boundless stamina. It was as though he never got tired at all.
But they didn't dare stop chasing him.
If anything happened to His Highness the Holy Son, Her Holiness the Pope would never let them leave Spirit Hall's prison alive!!
Yan, just how far could those eyes of yours see?
Fortune and misfortune lean on each other. Perhaps you're actually enjoying the good life in Spirit Hall's prison right now!!
"Achoo-!!"
Yan sneezed inside Spirit Hall's prison and hurriedly hugged his arms, rubbing them. This damp, gloomy, bitterly cold prison really was miserable.
He couldn't help envying Hu Liena and Xie Yue. "I heard they've become His Highness the Holy Son's maid and guard? Sigh, why am I so unlucky? I was the one who got sent flying, yet those two reaped the benefits!!"
"Xie Yue, you must be feeling pretty pleased with yourself right now!"
Yan muttered to himself in Spirit Hall's prison. This place without a glimpse of daylight really was miserable. He didn't even have anyone to talk to.
He couldn't help shouting again, "I was wrong! Your Holiness, Your Highness, I was wrong!! Please let me out!"
"Once I get out, I'll turn over a new leaf! Even if His Highness the Holy Son runs me over with his tricycle ten thousand times, I'll gladly accept it!!"
But no sooner had his shouts carried out than a jailer's impatient voice cut him off. "What's all that racket?! You might not find it annoying, but I do! Keep yelling and I'll stuff your mouth with socks!!"
Yan immediately fell silent as a cicada in winter, not daring to say another word.
But he still clung to a little hope. His two friends had become His Highness the Holy Son's maid and guard, so they ought to plead for him... right?
Yan's hopes were destined to fall through, simply because Hu Liena and Xie Yue had no spare time to think about him now.
"Your Highness, don't charge that way! That's Douluo Hall!!"
Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Sisi's expressions changed drastically as they watched in terror while Qian Renxing barreled toward Douluo Hall.
That was one of the most important places in Spirit City, a forbidden ground among forbidden grounds. Douluo Hall's history even predated Spirit Hall's.
"My mom is the Pope, my grandpa is the Great Enshrined, and I'm the Holy Son! There's nowhere in Spirit Hall I can't go!"
Qian Renxing stuck his tongue out and made faces at Hu Liena and the others behind him. "Hehe, come catch me! Do you dare come inside? I'm going in to find Grandpa!"
"Woohoo, watch me ride my tricycle straight toward my grandpa's vintage car!!"
Cheering like this, Qian Renxing rode his tricycle straight into Douluo Hall. The guards at the entrance didn't dare hinder him in the slightest.
"Oh no, he really went in. Do we keep chasing?"
Watching Qian Renxing charge into Douluo Hall, Hu Liena was frantic. Were they really going to chase His Highness the Holy Son into the legendary Douluo Hall?
That was a forbidden ground among Spirit Hall's forbidden grounds!!
"Chase him!!"
Sisi gritted her teeth and hurried after Qian Renxing, about to rush into Douluo Hall. After all, if anything happened to him, they couldn't bear the responsibility!
But the three were immediately stopped by the guards at the entrance. "This is a restricted area of Spirit Hall. Unauthorized persons may not enter!"
"We can't enter?!"
Sisi was nearly infuriated to death by these guards. "Then why didn't you stop His Highness the Holy Son just now?!"
"You said it yourself. That was His Highness the Holy Son, not unauthorized persons like you."
The guards protecting Douluo Hall looked at Sisi as though she were an imbecile.
Who in Spirit Hall dared provoke this Holy Son whose father was the previous Pope, whose mother was the current Pope, and whose grandfather was the Great Enshrined?!
Dare stop His Highness the Holy Son from entering? They would probably be getting settled into Spirit Hall's prison the very next moment.
"I'm His Highness the Holy Son's maid! I need to follow him inside! If something happens to His Highness, can you take responsibility?!"
Sisi shouted angrily.
But in the end, she couldn't prevail against Douluo Hall's gate guards and was stopped outside.
The gate guards didn't really want to antagonize the Holy Son's maid either, but their duties left them no choice. They tried to reassure her. "Don't worry. The Great Enshrined is inside. Nothing will happen to His Highness the Holy Son."
Meanwhile, Qian Renxing, who remained constantly on Sisi and the others' minds, had long since ridden his tricycle into Douluo Hall and begun shouting, "Grandpa, where are you? Your grandson's come to see you!"
"I'm here."
A majestic yet calm voice echoed through Douluo Hall.
It came from a figure standing before the sacred angel statue at the center of Douluo Hall, dressed in gray robes, very plain and very solemn.
He looked only thirty or forty, tall and handsome. Astonishingly, his features actually bore some resemblance to Qian Renxing's!
"Are you my grandpa?"
Qian Renxing shot up to the figure on his tricycle, suspicion on his face. "My family's very well-off. My grandpa is Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined. Are you Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined?"
"I am."
Qian Daoliu nodded calmly.
He turned his gaze to the boy riding a tricycle, whose eyes were as innocent as a newborn baby's.
This was his imbecile grandson, the legitimate son born to that wretched son of his and Bibi Dong. Now... he seemed to have become a little smarter?
"Like hell you are!!"
Qian Renxing grew agitated.
Finding his grandpa determined whether he could find the things on the note. It concerned his grand plan to become a god.
How could he let this man, who didn't look like his grandpa at all, mess it up?