Shocking! The Sickly Prince Was Going to Wipe Out the Bandits, and the Female Bandit Chief Dropped to Her Knees to Beg

A thin figure was perched on the brick wall, which was two zhang high.

He was dressed in shorts and an apron tied around his neck.

The snowman head imprint wearing a crown in the very center was extremely eye-catching in the moonlight.

The figure was tightly protecting a rough porcelain bowl in its arms.

The bowl contains fruit tea.

Yun Shuyue.

She tilted her head, meeting the gaze of three pairs of eyes below her.

Under the moonlight, she could see clearly.

The handsome, sickly man who had been chased and forced to drink bitter medicine by women on the mountain path was now being flanked by two women from both sides.

Her mouth opened into a circle.

My foot slipped, "Thump!"

He and the bowl fell from the two-zhang-high wall.

Gu Moran instinctively stood up, but it was too late.

When she was three feet off the ground, Yun Shuyue twisted her waist in mid-air and planted her feet firmly on the stone slab.

I swung the bowl around in my hand, and not a drop of fruit tea spilled.

Yun Shuyue felt a chill run down her spine.

But she didn't panic.

She glanced down at the snowman apron on her chest. Wearing this, she was the number one courier of Mixue Ice City, not the leader of Black Wind Stronghold.

Nobody recognized him.

She gave herself a pep talk and straightened her back.

Gu Moran put down the charcoal pencil, coughed twice on purpose, and his face turned red from coughing.

He waved to Yun Shuyue.

Yun Shuyue shrank her neck and shuffled over.

She held the bowl to her chest, and the snowman head on her apron swayed with it.

"Um... this is takeout that the Shopkeeper Ba asked me to deliver."

Gu Moran did not take the bowl.

He looked at the rough porcelain bowl she was protecting tightly in her arms, and then at the small patch of soot on her face that she hadn't wiped off.

Are you hungry?

Yun Shuyue was stunned.

Gu Moran pushed a plate of freshly steamed yam and jujube paste cake from the small table over.

A white porcelain plate, four pieces of cake.

The sweet aroma of jujube paste mingled with the delicate flavor of yam, wafting in on the night breeze.

Yun Shuyue's throat bobbed.

She put down the bowl, grabbed a piece of cake, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Su Yao frowned slightly. Shen Ling'er's gaze slid across Yun Shuyue's face and landed on her wrist.

Gu Moran picked up the teapot and poured her a cup of warm tea.

As he handed it over, his index and middle fingers seemingly unintentionally brushed against the pulse point where she held the cup.

Yun Shuyue shivered when his cool fingertips touched her wrist, and looked up at him.

Under the moonlight, the man's face was deathly pale, with a faint bluish tinge around his eyes.

Pitiful.

She swallowed her mouthful of date paste, a wave of sympathy washing over her.

This family looks wealthy, but the young master is forced to take bitter medicine by two women every day.

She had seen it on the mountain path before, and now she saw it again.

This has happened twice.

Yun Shuyue subconsciously tugged at the hem of her apron, straightening the snowman's head a bit.

Thank goodness I was wearing this outfit.

If they get recognized, where will the leader's face be?

She stuffed another piece of cake into her mouth, her cheeks bulging, and asked indistinctly, "You... drink that dark medicine every day?"

Gu Moran nodded.

Yun Shuyue frowned, chewing on the jujube cake, her eyes filled with pity.

That's terrible.

She squatted down beside the stone table, holding the third piece of jujube paste cake and stuffing it into her mouth.

They ate very quickly, like children on the mountain fighting over food.

Gu Moran leaned back in the rattan chair, his hands folded over his stomach, watching her eat.

Su Yao closed the ledger and stepped aside.

Shen Ling'er didn't say anything more.

Both of them were sizing up the express mail that had climbed over the wall.

"Is the shop busy?" Gu Moran asked casually.

Yun Shuyue, with a pastry in her mouth, gave a mumbled reply.

"Busy. Running around every day, my legs have gotten so thin."

Are three meals a day enough?

"Enough." Yun Shuyue swallowed a large mouthful. "The buns are big, and they're filled with meat."

Gu Moran nodded.

Suddenly, a flurry of footsteps came from the front yard.

Uncle Fu led the two men through the corridor, the flickering light of the lanterns sweeping into the backyard.

Leading the way was Fang Bi, the old steward of the prefectural government, leaning on a cane with his back ramrod straight. Behind him followed Lin Xin, the head craftsman of the military camp, with broad shoulders and a long stride.

Each of them carried an official document and stepped into the main hall from either side.

Gu Moran stood up and dusted off the crumbs from his clothes.

"Your Highness," Fang Bi greeted first.

"Your Highness," Lin Xin followed suit, clasping her hands in greeting.

Yun Shuyue, who was squatting behind the stone table, choked on half of the jujube paste cake in her mouth.

Your Highness?

Your Highness?

Her chewing motion froze completely.

Fang Bi took out an official document from his sleeve and presented it with both hands.

" The Prefect Si has sent me to report that the Prince's residence's methods for preventing dampness have already benefited the prefectures and military camps."

He paused for a moment.

"After discussion, the governor and the commandant agreed that the Black Wind Pass post road north of the city had been in disrepair for many years and that there were also bandits harassing merchants in the surrounding area."

The provincial inspector was slow to address the bandit suppression, so the prefect decided to use the pretext of road construction to take charge of it as well.

"His Highness Prince Yi is hereby specially requested to take the lead in coordinating the repair and clearing operations."

Lin Xin also handed over a document with both hands.

" Commandant Zhen said that the military camp can provide artisans and soldiers, but the rations and iron ore will be allocated by the Prince's Palace."

Gu Moran took the two official documents, glanced at them, and chuckled softly.

"You two have worked hard. Please convey my regards to Prefect Si and Commandant Zhen."

Fang Bi and Lin Xin each took a large step back.

"It's getting late, Your Highness, please rest early." Fang Bi bowed and withdrew.

"Your Highness, please take care of yourself." Lin Xin followed.

The two turned and walked into the night.

The carriage rumbled away outside the courtyard gate.

The backyard fell silent once more.

Yun Shuyue, who was squatting behind the stone table, froze like a stone.

Prince Yi.

This pretty sickly-looking fellow.

He was the prince who, according to rumors, was banished to Yi Prefecture by the emperor.

Her mind raced.

etc--

What did Fang Bi say again?

Suppressing ruthless bandits?

Black Wind Pass?

Isn't Black Wind Pass her territory?

She imagined a scene: the army charging up the mountain with long spears, Tiedan crying loudly in fear, Auntie Zhao running all over the mountain with her child in her arms, and the lame Old Master Sun being stabbed to the ground by a spear...

His hair stood on end.

Gu Moran placed the official document on the stone table, picked up his teacup, and blew away the foam.

He drew out his words and sighed.

"Well!"

Su Yao looked at him.

Shen Ling'er also looked at him.

Gu Moran put down the teacup.

"The Prince's mansion hasn't even saved enough money to buy horse feed. These bandits... we can't wipe them out."

He shook his head and sighed again.

The words had barely left his mouth.

"Bang!"

A loud crash came from behind the screen, and Yun Shuyue scrambled out.

A piece of date paste still clung to the corner of his mouth.

She clasped her hands together above her head and knelt down with a thud.

"Your Highness, please do not resort to force!"

Gu Moran's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

Su Yao and Shen Ling'er turned their heads at the same time.

Yun Shuyue's forehead was almost touching the ground, and she was shouting at the top of her lungs.

"That Black Wind Stronghold Stronghold's leader is a peerless martial artist who acts on behalf of Heaven!"

They are very cunning. They usually send out the old, weak, sick and disabled to carry out activities, but in fact they have three thousand elite soldiers under their command!

If they fight head-on, the Prince's Mansion will suffer a great loss!