Thinking about the boot’s sole that had stepped on the public bathroom floor made Luo Ye want to vomit. He dry-heaved several times, desperately holding back. Vomiting would only make things more embarrassing.
Yu Yi stood behind Luo Ye, kicked open the door, and then pushed him out slowly.
Due to Luo Ye’s loud “command” earlier, everyone had retreated far outside the courtyard gate, maintaining a distance of over thirty steps during their exit.
This distance was enough to see the Second Prince with a boot in his mouth, his right foot missing a boot. Normally, this would be a comical scene, but with a knife at his neck and the potential for catastrophic consequences, no one dared to laugh.
But in a large crowd, there are always a few fools. Just as Luo Ye stepped forward, someone in the outer circle of guards burst out laughing.
Instantly, everyone around this person took three steps back, creating an empty circle. Standing near this fool could be misunderstood as mocking the Second Prince, which would be disastrous.
Luo Ye memorized the person’s face, his eyes cold as ice. Pan Xian was too preoccupied to notice, attempting to negotiate with Yu Yi, who ignored him and calmly pushed Luo Ye towards the West Corner Gate.
Wearing the bulletproof system, Yu Yi wasn’t afraid of archers but didn’t want to reveal too much about her differences from this era.
Yu Yi pulled Luo Ye to the horse, pushed him to mount, then swiftly mounted behind him, holding the reins as if embracing him. But Luo Ye was in no mood to appreciate such intimacy.
He still bit his own boot, his heart trembling, not knowing where Yi Yao would take him. Earlier in the mansion, he had to rely on her to safely leave, and she would not kill him. But now outside the mansion, he had become a fish on her chopping board, able to be slaughtered at will. However, he also knew that even if he asked her, it would be futile and might even anger her, so he remained silent, only calculating in his mind how to escape.
Yu Yi also felt the posture was ambiguous.
