Chapter 169: Prince Jing in a difficult situation Chapter 169: Prince Jing in a difficult situation She saw them, inside a private room of the teahouse.

Sikong Mo, Si Bei, and a guard named Si Rong were all there.

Ye Jiu looked at the man in the prison cart on the street below.

The majestic Prince, now disheveled and unclean, even from this distance, one could see his hair tangled and his hands and feet shackled, confined within the prison cart.

Yet even so, he remained dashing and handsome.

Unlike old man Ye’s age-worn appearance, he seemed to be only in his twenties, and even with a beard growing on his chin, his face still appeared like that of a young man’s.

Ye Jiu found it hard to believe that this young man was actually her father, her biological father!

A surge of blood was stuck in her throat, unable to move up or down, finding the reality too difficult to accept.

Even for a moment, she began to doubt if her memory was mistaken, wondering if she truly was the child of old man Ye and Mrs. He, and if the scene at her birth was nothing but a dream.

However, the memories of the ten years when she was poisoned, leading to her physical handicap, were etched in her mind, assuring her that this was indeed the truth.

Lost in thought, Ye Jiu failed to notice the air around her growing colder.

With a swoosh, Si Bei drew his long sword, “My lord, the Nanchang people are too oppressive. I will go now and kill them all and rescue the Prince.”

Si Rong held back the impulsive Si Bei, “Even if you kill them all and rescue the Prince, what then? Don’t forget, this is Nanchang territory. Wei Hu, that old fox, is escorting the Prince with a full five thousand elite soldiers. With two hundred thousand soldiers stationed at the border, even if we manage to rescue him, can we leave Nanchang unscathed?”

“I…” Si Bei also realized he had been rash, and resentfully sheathed his sword, standing aside with his handsome face twisted in frustration.

“Let’s go, back to our place, and don’t forget the plan for tonight,” Sikong Mo said with a somber face as he stood up and took the lead to leave. Si Bei immediately followed him.

But Si Rong did not overlook that as Sikong Mo stood up, the teacup he had just put down on the table began to develop cracks, little by little, until it shattered, letting the unfinished tea spill across the table.

Si Rong sighed, at this time, it must be the Prince who felt the worst!

The border between Dongyue and Nanchang was originally guarded by the War King. Had the Prince not been trapped and injured, and had the Emperor not wished to reclaim military power, Dongyue would not have been humiliated today.

It’s a pity that the Prince wholeheartedly protected Dongyue, yet it was his own people who were the drag.

An actual mother like the old Princess Consort was enough; now even the country that the Prince wanted to protect with all his heart did not trust him anymore.

Alas!

With a heavy heart, Si Rong turned to leave. He had reached the doorway when he realized that Ye Jiu was still standing by the window, her face calm but tinged with a trace of sorrow.

“Hey, little girl, let’s go. What are you pretending to be so deep for?” Si Rong called back to her.

Ye Jiu turned around and followed them out.

After lunch, Ye Jiu sat in her room witnessing Si Bei’s incredulous expression as he spoke, “What? What did you say? I feel like something’s wrong with my ears, could you please repeat that for me?”

Si Bei shook his head in resignation and sat down on the bench opposite Ye Jiu, “You heard me right. The Prince wants you to enter the Guard Office tonight with the girls from the Dance Workshop and somehow get close to General Wei Hu. You need to take a key from his waist.”