"Long Yi! Long Yi!"
Little Jingkong was being carried by Long Yi, flying over rooftops and walls. The feeling of whizzing through the night wind made him feel extremely cool.
Instead of being afraid, he was so excited that he kept shouting!
Long Yi wore a mask, hiding his facial expressions, but Gu Jiao could sense the relaxation in his heart.
He was also very happy.
In the days of being an assassin, there was never-ending killing. Even though he had forgotten his past, such a life was a simple happiness in itself.
Gu Jiao watched the big and small figures jumping in the night and sighed, "Truly carefree."
Gu Chengfeng, after listening for so long that his ears were almost turning into donkey ears, finally couldn’t help but say, "The two of them are quite carefree now, but have you considered this? Liao Chen’s father is dead, and Liao Chen is very likely the third master of the Dark Shadow. He became a monk and didn’t get married or leave any descendants, so Jingkong is probably the fourth master. If Long Yi’s mission was to kill the Dark Shadow master, then once Long Yi regains his memory, he might come after the two of them."
He paused, looked at Xiao Hen with a few traces of sympathy in his eyes, "Don’t hold onto any delusions. Your blood also flows with the Xuanyuan family’s lineage. He might kill you too. In my opinion, you guys shouldn’t help Long Yi regain his memory. He’s fine the way he is."
Xiao Hen and Gu Jiao simultaneously looked at Long Yi, who was darting through the night with Little Jingkong on his back.
Perhaps it was their illusion, but he seemed to exude a great sense of loneliness.
A person who didn’t know who he was, where he came from, or where he was going, and didn’t know what task or purpose he had, was like being excluded from the whole world.
When he thought he was just a Dragon Shadow Guard, he didn’t have such confusion.
But now he knew he was not a Dragon Shadow Guard.
Xiao Hen looked at Long Yi’s tall and lonely back and said, "He has the right to know who he is."
Gu Chengfeng shook his head in disbelief, "You’re crazy, really crazy. Don’t you know who he is? The six nations’ number one killer who could defeat Dark Soul! He became notorious at thirteen, a killer who made people tremble! If he regains his memory, you’ll all be dead!"
He looked at Gu Jiao, "Talk some sense into him! You’ve seen Long Yi in action; once that guy goes berserk, no one can survive!"
Gu Jiao held Xiao Hen’s warm hand in one hand and touched her delicate chin with the other, "How about starting by teaching Long Yi how to speak first?"
Gu Chengfeng: "..."
The Crown Prince was brought back to the Duke Residence.
Gu Chengfeng was not very courteous, directly splashing a bucket of cold water on him to wake him up. The Crown Prince jerked awake and was about to shout angrily, only to see Gu Jiao’s foot already lifted.
He silently swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue.
The room held only Gu Jiao and Gu Chengfeng. Although the Crown Prince had never seen Gu Chengfeng’s face, he had seen Gu Jiao before.
His expression turned cold, and he shouted sternly, "Xiao Liulang, how dare you! You actually kidnapped the Crown Prince of Dayan!"
Gu Jiao ignored him and just gave Gu Chengfeng a little eye signal.
Quickly take him away, he’s annoying.
Gu Chengfeng "took" the Crown Prince to the next room.
By now, it was late at night, and everyone in the courtyard had gone to bed. Little Jingkong had also fallen asleep on Long Yi’s back on the way back.
But the National Master was still awake.
After shoving the Crown Prince into the room, Gu Chengfeng immediately turned to leave, "You two father and son have a good talk, I’m out!"
He turned and went back to his room, pressing his ear to the wall alongside Gu Jiao.
The dim lamp in the room emitted a faint scent of medicinal wine and wound ointment.
The National Master sat at the window in the Grand Master Chair, wearing a hat. His face was shrouded in light and shadow, but his sharp eyes emitted a keen brilliance.
The Crown Prince, not seeing clearly at first, straightened his back arrogantly and asked, "Who are you? Why have you captured me?"
The National Master slapped the table, exuding an imperial aura, "Audacious rebel!"
The Crown Prince, frightened by the familiar stern shout, weakened at the knees and fell to the ground, "Father?!"
With the change in angle, he finally saw the face under the hat.
Indeed, it was his father.
The Crown Prince asked cautiously, "Father, did you have Xiao Liulang capture me? Where is this? Why did you capture me, Father?"
Seeing the confusion in his eyes, the National Master sensed that he had no idea about the real and fake National Master.
This realization made him feel somewhat reassured.
The National Master said flatly, "You don’t need to know where this is. Just remember what I’m about to tell you."
The Crown Prince respectfully replied, "Please speak, Father."
The National Master said solemnly, "Your mother Han conspired to rebel. I was harmed by her and have not been in the Imperial Palace since last night."
Each of the three short sentences struck the Crown Prince like a thunderbolt, leaving him dumbfounded.
The Crown Prince raised his head in disbelief and looked at the National Master, "Father... what are you saying? I don’t understand. Are you talking about the curse technique? Father, please see clearly, Mother is innocent! She was framed! She never had any disloyal thoughts towards you..."
The National Master glanced at him and asked gravely, "Then how do you think I got out of the palace?"
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