551 Brothers Meet (2)
Nangong Li said, “Don’t let anyone disturb him, and don’t let him disturb others.”
The guard hesitated. The first request was fine, but the second was a little difficult. However, his master had ordered him, so he had no choice but to obey. He could only agree. “Yes, Your Highness.”
Nangong Li stood rooted to the ground for a while before leaving the manor with a few sacrificial soldiers.
The carriage headed towards the State Preceptor Hall.
Unlike the low-key Prince Consort, Nangong Li had never rejected the convenience brought to him by his status. Since he was the eldest grandson of Nanzhao and would be the ruler of these mountains and rivers in the future, then what was the difference between accepting it earlier and accepting the admiration and worship of the commoners later?
He did not let the coachman take the small path. He openly sat in the Queen’s carriage and passed through the most prosperous and lively street in the Capital.
The night view of the Imperial Capital was charming.
In the past, when his carriage drove on the streets, it would always be easily recognized by the commoners. He would respond politely. This was the etiquette of the royal family and also his decorum as the eldest grandson. However, the situation tonight seemed to be a little different.
The streets were cold and cheerless. No one knew where the pedestrians had gone. Suddenly, there was a gasp from the other end of the alley on the right, followed by a commotion.
Nangong Li lifted the curtain. “Go and see what’s going on.”
“Yes!” The coachman stopped the carriage by the side of the road and walked through the alley to where the crowd was gathered.
After a while, the coachman returned and reported strangely, “There were too many people. I didn’t see clearly. I only heard that someone wanted to jump into the river.”
Who jumped into the river and attracted the entire street of people?
Nangong Li knew that he might not even have such an attraction. He could not help but be curious. He alighted from the carriage and walked through the alley towards the crowded crowd under the escort of the sacrificial soldiers.
Behind the alley was a street facing the river. Usually, the traffic was on the main street, but there was not much traffic on this river path. Today, it was almost congested.
“Don’t hurt anyone,” Nangong Li said.
Upon receiving the order, the sacrificial soldier lightened his strength and slowly squeezed through the crowd. He protected Nangong Li and came to the front row. In the end, he saw a man in a white robe standing with his side facing the crowd on a wooden bridge that spanned the river, like a lonely white moonlight.
Nangong Li seemed to understand why all the commoners were attracted to him. They were not here to see him jump into the river, but purely to see him. It was far from enough to say that he was “a peerless gentleman”. This person should only exist in the heavens.
There were whispers in the crowd.
“Who is that?”
“Is it the Commandery Prince?”
Other than the rumored commandery prince of the Queen Manor who had pushed Dong Xian’er off the top of the rankings, who else could it be?
However, Nangong Li knew that it was not him.
Nangong Li’s gaze landed on the other party’s face without blinking. Although there was only a side profile, it was still enough for him to recognize something.
This was a side profile that was almost identical to the Prince Consort. He really did not expect his mother to mention him just now and he would meet him in the blink of an eye. Could this be considered fate?
Was this the person who caused his father to suffer?
“Commandery Prince.” A sacrificial soldier felt the killing intent in his master’s eyes.
It was better to kill a thousand by mistake than let one go. Whether he was the Young Master of Yan City or not, in short, he could not let his father see him again. Then there was no more effective way than to let him die in the river.
Didn’t he want to commit suicide? He would help him. Nangong Li gave the sacrificial soldier beside him a look.
The sacrificial soldier understood and silently retreated from the crowd. After a while, a scream sounded from the back of the crowd. “Murder! Murder—the murderer ran away—”
Everyone was shocked. The congested crowd dispersed! A masked sacrificial soldier raised his saber and chased the crowd away. Another two sacrificial soldiers walked coldly towards Yan Jiuchao.
Yan Jiuchao’s interest in admiring the fish was interrupted, and he frowned unhappily.
The sacrificial soldiers could feel his aura, but he was just an ordinary person without any internal energy. As top-notch golden-masked sacrificial soldiers, it was easy for them to push such a person away.
The two of them walked towards Yan Jiuchao.
“Sigh, how annoying.” Yan Jiuchao weighed the Qianji Box in his hand.
When the Qianji Box appears, people will die. Yan Jiuchao did not like to kill people, at least not by himself. The smell of blood would make him feel nauseous. But there was no choice. If he didn’t kill them, would he wait to be killed by them?
Just as Yan Jiuchao was about to trigger the mechanism, a muscular figure descended from the sky. He landed beside Yan Jiuchao and gently pressed Yan Jiuchao’s wrist. He said in an almost gentle tone, “Leave the killing to me.”
Yan Jiuchao looked at Shadow Thirteen, who had appeared out of thin air. “You’re back.”
“Yes, I’m back.” Shadow Thirteen pulled out his sword and blocked Yan Jiuchao behind him. He looked coldly at the sacrificial soldiers in front of him and said softly, “Young Master, find a place to sit. It’ll be done in a while.”
“Oh.” Yan Jiuchao calmly walked to the steps and sat down against the pillar.
The two sides fought fiercely. Half a year ago, Shadow Thirteen almost couldn’t defeat a few silver-masked sacrificial soldiers. However, after not seeing him for a few months, Shadow Thirteen’s strength had soared to an astonishing level.
The sacrificial soldiers were very surprised. The other party was only a half-sacrificial soldier. This was just a defective good in the sacrificial soldier camp. However, this defective good beat them up until they were powerless. Ten minutes later, the sacrificial soldiers who should have pushed Yan Jiuchao into the water were kicked down the river by Shadow Thirteen.
Not far away, Nangong Li, who had witnessed this scene, narrowed his eyes slightly.
Shadow Thirteen wiped the blood off his sword and walked to Yan Jiuchao’s side. Yan Jiuchao was tired and fell asleep leaning against the pillar. Shadow Thirteen did not wake him up. He bent down and gently picked him up.