[Volume Two: Jianghu, Chapter Thirty-Nine: Mo Ran Runs Away from Home.]
I hurriedly rode my horse to the Yang residence, gathering information from the citizens. I jumped off my horse and kicked the gate with one foot—my kung fu was no joke! The gate collapsed, revealing poor engineering. Ignoring the guards’ cold stares and the maids’ panicked looks, I shouted, “Yang Ziru! Get out here right now!”
My shout echoed across the sky several times.
All creatures within hundreds of miles scattered, and the guards and maids standing before me vanished without a trace. Hmph, they knew better than to block my path!
A minute later, instead of Yang Ziru coming out, an elderly gentleman appeared. I looked closely: “Oh! Old General!” My anger turned to joy. This old man had been so shocked by my legendary banana-related heroic deed that he had even wanted to retire to his hometown and toasted me at the victory banquet!
Seeing it was me, the old man shed his military dignity and burst into tears. “Oh! Ling Bodyguard! You’re leaving the imperial palace without telling this old man! I can’t go home, can’t retire! Waaah…”
A large droplet of cold sweat rolled down the back of my head. “Old General, even if we haven’t seen each other in ages, isn’t this a bit excessive?” After confirming his vision and hearing were intact, he released his grip on me: “Ling Bodyguard, are you a woman?”
I nodded: “Of course! This news has spread throughout the world. Don’t you know?” The old man shook his head: “This old man didn’t know.” I heartily slapped his shoulder: “No worries! This meaningless gossip is just international news; ignore it! Now you know, right?”
The old man coughed violently and asked, “Ling Bodyguard, may I ask why you’ve kicked down my gate and are demanding my daughter come out?”
I snapped back, “How did you raise your daughter?! She kidnapped my employee and didn’t say a word! I’m here to demand her back!”
The old man looked shocked, striking a pose. “If I’m not mistaken, Ziru merely brought back Prince Mo Ran, to whom she is betrothed…”
“Your ancestors’ eighteen generations! He’s my employee!” I shouted.
