The Upside-Down Hidden Guards Were Stunned: Young Master, How Could You Resign Yourself to Carrying Night-Soil Buckets?

The sky was bright.

Pu Yunshan was holding the bowl of medicine, preparing to swallow the mouthful of dark soup.

Tuoba Mang stood at the door, Hongxiu armband tied around his forearm, making the sleeve bulge.

" Pu Hua! Get up and get to work!"

Pu Yunshan's hand trembled, and half a bowl of medicine spilled onto his leg.

This is how he spent the last few days: during the day, he carried buckets of excrement from twelve public toilets; at night, his Sister-in-law Sun, Sun, held him down and forced him to drink garlic vinegar. During this time, his abdominal ailment flared up twice, and Tuoba Mang carried him to the clinic. The doctor prescribed two doses of medicine, which were even more bitter than garlic vinegar.

He put down the bowl, wiped his mouth clean, and took two breaths to catch his breath.

"Brother Tuo, the doctor said I need to rest for two more days."

"Rest my ass." Tuoba Mang slammed a carrying pole on the ground. "The doctor said you can walk and eat, I just asked him."

The prince has called your name. Go and clear the buckets in the dungeon.

Pu Yunshan's fingers, which were holding the bowl, slowly tightened.

The dungeon.

He had been waiting for news.

After the eight guards entered the city, they were supposed to deliver a message at midnight as agreed, using the old method taught at the Qingcheng Hall: tying a piece of hemp thread to the window frame of the inn.

Nothing at midnight, nothing at dawn, nothing all day the following day.

Last night, despite his illness, he went to the agreed-upon alley, but he didn't find a single thread, nor even a mark on the ground.

Eight people were either killed or neatly captured.

If he had been killed, the streets of Yi Prefecture wouldn't have been so quiet these past few days; the authorities would have reported the body.

If they were caught, it would definitely be in a heavily guarded place frequented by skilled individuals.

For example, the dungeon of a royal palace.

Pu Yunshan clenched his fists, making a silent resolution.

Fortunately, they found out where the secret guards were, managed to rescue them, and worked together from the inside to find out just how deep the waters were in the Prince's mansion.

Pu Yunshan placed the medicine bowl beside the couch and stood up.

"I'll go."

Tuoba Mang took the Hongxiu armband out of his pocket and put it on his arm.

"Wear it securely, as His Highness said."

Pu Yunshan looked at the piece of red cloth wrapped around his arm, the words of cursing swirling between his teeth, but ultimately he didn't say them.

He followed Tuoba Mang towards the old palace, his back ramrod straight the whole way.

The streets were as lively as ever. Seven or eight children were lined up in front of Mixue Ice City, and a woman with Hongxiu armband was sweeping snow by the wall. She greeted him when she saw him.

"Is Pu Shusheng feeling better?"

Pu Yunshan cupped his hands in greeting to her, smiling very politely.

Thank you for your concern, Auntie.

Auntie Zhao chased after him for a couple of steps, broom in hand.

"Don't slack off today. The buckets at the Prince's mansion are heavy, and you're not feeling well. Rest a couple more times and no one will punish you."

Pu Yunshan maintained an extremely humble demeanor throughout the journey, until he entered the side gate of the old prince's mansion and was led down the stone steps to the dungeon. Only then, when the dampness under his feet hit him, did he clench his teeth.

Two oil lamps were lit in the dungeon, their light only enough to illuminate half of the room at that moment.

Water seeped from the stone wall, and the blue bricks beneath my feet creaked with every step.

As I turned the second archway, a familiar smell wafted onto my face, even stronger than the smell from the No. 12 public toilet in the south of the city.

Eight people were hanging from the rafters in the middle of the prison cell.

Feet up, head down, rope tied around ankles, hands locked behind back, the color of the clothes on the body indistinguishable, but it can be seen that they were originally black.

The wooden bucket in Pu Yunshan's hand fell to the ground.

With a loud clang.

The noise startled all eight people.

The leader of the assassins had been conserving his strength with his eyes closed. When he opened them, he saw, through his reversed line of sight, a person in a blue robe with a red cloth wrapped around his arm, carrying a bucket and standing at the prison gate.

His eyes darted around, and he recognized the face.

"Few--"

Pu Yunshan felt like his soul was about to fly away.

He kicked the wooden bucket on the ground, then slammed it down again, the bottom of the bucket hitting the blue bricks with an even louder thud, interrupting his subordinate's words.

"Why is this bucket so heavy!" Pu Yunshan shouted at the empty space, his voice cracking. "Brother Tuo, are all the buckets at the bottom full?"

Tuoba Mang responded from the stone steps.

"It's full, take your time picking through it, you'll have to pay for it if you break it."

Pu Yunshan lowered his head and bent down to help the bucket. As he did so, his eyes rolled upwards, and he desperately winked at the leading assassin. His eyebrows trembled as if he were having a spasm, and his lips opened and closed, but he dared not utter a single sound.

The leader of the assassins stared at him upside down for a long time, his eyes slowly widening.

The other seven people were also recognized one after another.

The youngest assassin, his face purple from blood gushing from his head, saw his master standing in the cell with a bucket of excrement. He was both angry and amused, managing to squeeze out a half-sound before finally letting out a series of coughs.

Pu Yunshan picked up the bucket, turned around with his back to them, walked to the door of the first cell, squatted down, and took out the wooden bucket from inside.

He had cultivated his internal strength for sixteen years, killed people, and broken formations; his rank of Fourth Rank was not low in Chuan-Shu.

This hand is shaking right now.

It's not fear.

The eyes of those eight men were right above the back of his head, looking at him upside down.

According to the rules of Mount Qingcheng, all disciples must kneel and pay their respects to the young master. Mount Qingcheng has never lost face to outsiders.

Now he was walking out with his back to his eight men, carrying a bucket full of filth.

If word gets out, how will I ever have the face to show my face in the underworld again!

At that very moment.

Footsteps echoed down the stone steps.

Pu Yunshan looked up.

The white fox fur coat came through under the archway, gleaming under the oil lamp, completely spotless.

Gu Moran walked into the prison area, stood in an upwind position, pulled his collar up to his nose, and scanned the eight people hanging upside down with his eyes.

The bucket finally ended up in Pu Yunshan's hands.

"The buckets here haven't been emptied for two days," Gu Moran, his voice carrying evenly through the stone walls.

"Yesterday, one of Xue Huan's men said he couldn't get his feet up."

Pu Yunshan put down the bucket, gritted his teeth, and bowed.

"This humble citizen has already cleared it out."

"Clean carefully." Gu Moran gestured with her chin towards the eight people, the movement casual.

"These are latrine thieves who sneak over the wall at night. They're very stubborn and won't say anything when asked. They just keep saying 'Kill me if you want.'"

"It doesn't matter if they're tough, but it's unacceptable if they get my bricks dirty. Wipe up whatever drips from them too."

There was a moment of silence in the cell.

The leader of the assassins made a grinding sound with his back teeth.

He was the first person in the Mount Qingcheng monastery to master the short hook collarbone technique. He did dirty work for the Pu family for eleven years, and the four old scars on his body were all for protecting the young master.

Now it's been hung on the beam like dried meat, and people have even given it the label of a manure thief.

He wanted to swear.

Pu Yunshan quickly agreed.

"Yes."

One word.

"I will clean it up," Pu Yunshan added, his head bowed, his eyes fixed on the puddle of water on the ground.

"You bunch of scoundrels, how dare you defile the bricks of the Prince's mansion!"

Gu Moran stood there and watched for a while.

"You're quite obedient," he said, "More sensible than these others."

Pu Yunshan's jaw was clenched, but his eyes were drooping.

"I am but a commoner from out of town, merely serving Your Highness."

Gu Moran chuckled and turned to walk towards the stone steps.

After taking two steps, a light screen suddenly appeared in front of me.

[ Pu Yunshan, young master of Mount Qingcheng.]

[Current Status: Humiliated in front of the guards, their identities are not acknowledged, Dao heart shattered, luck drops another 15%.]