Han Ye was absolutely dumbfounded by the scene before him.
First, the mysterious appearance of the men in black, then the sudden arrival of a carriage, followed by how one of the men unhesitatingly tossed Xiao Liulang into the carriage, anyone would think that another one of Xiao Liulang’s accomplices was inside the carriage, right?
But why... would it be His Majesty the Emperor?
Could it be that His Majesty had already learned of Xiao Liulang’s true identity?
No, that can’t be right, the Crown Prince said that the Emperor didn’t know!
Besides, if His Majesty really came for Xiao Liulang, he certainly wouldn’t have done so in secret!
The Emperor just happened to be passing by!
There were three people in His Majesty’s party: the Emperor himself, Zhang Dequan, and a master from within the palace doubling as the coachman.
The coachman’s martial arts skills were excellent, but sadly still no match for Han Ye, the number one master. He managed to block an attack but was still sent flying by the sword energy.
That led to the aftermath of the carriage being split open.
As for Xiao Liulang, who was thrown into the carriage by the men in black—
Well, that was the coachman’s dereliction of duty.
Being the first time seeing a man who seemed like a heavenly being, he got distracted for a moment.
Xiao Hen was currently lying on the floor of the carriage; the man in black had been rough yet cleverly softened the throw, so the fall wasn’t painful, just inevitably embarrassing.
He had been plucked straight from his bed, with no time to dress up in women’s clothing, wearing only his thin, plain white night clothes, with raven-black hair like ink cascading over his shoulders and body, covering most of his face.
He was very confused.
He had no idea whose carriage he had fallen into.
What caught his eye were two pairs of elaborately made shoes, one pair particularly luxurious, and he instinctively looked up at the owners of the shoes.
...He only recognized Zhang Dequan.
He did not recognize the Bald Emperor.
—The importance of a hairstyle.
Whether he recognized them or not was no longer important because the Emperor saw him.
The moment he lifted his head, his long hair slid from his face, revealing his features fully before the Emperor.
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