Luo Ye’s heart was pounding. Only after seeing her and the horse disappear into the night did he feel relieved. He then turned and quickly headed toward his own mansion. Walking a short distance, he saw a patrol of soldiers approaching and hurriedly hid in a small alley.
In this state, he certainly didn’t want the patrol soldiers to see him. Fortunately, it wasn’t wartime, and there were no fugitives to capture, so the patrol soldiers were not very alert and passed by the alley without noticing.
After they had gone, Luo Ye emerged from the alley and continued walking. Soon, he saw another group of mounted soldiers hurrying in his direction.
Just as he was about to find a place to hide, he recognized the soldiers were wearing the uniform leather armor from his mansion, and the leading horse carried two people – a guard in front and Pan Xian, who couldn’t ride, behind.
Luo Ye’s heart completely relaxed. He straightened his back, assuming the dignity of a prince, and strode toward them.
Meng Qing suddenly realized why Luo Ye had been walking as if he was holding back urine all day. He let out a light laugh, then suppressed his smile and asked in a low voice, “Did he… did he harm you?”
Yu Yi turned back and smiled at him, shaking her head, “I heard what those old women said to Luo Ye. Before he could do anything, I had already taken him hostage.”
“That bastard, I’ll make sure he suffers,” Meng Qing gritted his teeth.
“I’ve already dealt with him,” Yu Yi told Meng Qing about forcing Luo Ye to bite her boot and walking out of the prince’s residence in front of everyone.
For someone like him, public humiliation is worse than being stabbed twice,” Meng Qing said, hugging her from behind and sighing, “I’ve always said you shouldn’t take on this mission.
Yu Yi disagreed, “If we were always afraid and hesitant, when would you ever save enough money to buy the orphanage?”
Meng Qing said, “I don’t want to buy an orphanage anymore. I just want you to be safe.”
