Chapter 337: Sikong Mo’s accident report #337 Chapter 337: Sikong Mo’s accident report #337 “But…” the guard hesitated, “the person said they came to deliver something to the Prince, and had a box in hand, claiming it must be personally delivered to the Prince or Sir Si Nan.”
“To me?” Si Nan’s interest was piqued.
The guard affirmed, although the man only mentioned that it could be delivered to a personal attendant by the Prince’s side, but the only personal attendant the Prince brought back this time was Sir Si Nan.
“In that case, I must have a good look. Bring the person to me, and I’ll interrogate them myself,” Si Nan ordered.
After Ye Wenzheng left, Ye Jiu realized a very serious problem.
The security at the War Prince Residence was extremely strict, and Ye Wenzheng, being a commoner, would probably find it very difficult to meet the renowned War King.
Ye Jiu was confused; in his haste, he had only asked him to deliver the items, completely overlooking this fundamental issue.
He waited another morning and still saw no sign of his return, which truly alarmed Ye Jiu.
When he went outside, he ran into Dongzi, that blind fool causing trouble and picking a fight, and Ye Jiu immediately knocked him down.
After kicking the man’s head a couple of times to vent his anger, Ye Jiu left in a rush.
Just as Ye Jiu left, someone found Dongzi unconscious and helped him back to his room to call for a doctor. But somehow, Dongzi’s face had swollen up and his mouth was cut, with several teeth loosened.
No sooner had Ye Jiu stepped out of the inn than he saw Ye Wenzheng returning, looking rather dispirited, although otherwise he seemed unharmed.
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Was the delivery successful?” Ye Jiu launched a series of questions.
“I’m fine, the delivery was successful, and it was received by that guard who is always with the Prince,” Ye Wenzheng didn’t dare say he had spent the morning in terror, having been taken around the dungeons of the War Prince Residence. Although he hadn’t been tortured, he had been thoroughly threatened.
Especially seeing the blood-stained torture instruments, each gleaming with a chilling cold light, he still remembered that icy feeling, and his legs were still trembling.
“As long as it was delivered, that’s good. You look quite pale, did you catch a chill last night?” Ye Jiu asked again.
“No, it’s just that I was overwhelmed by the majesty of the War Prince Residence. I’ll be fine with some rest, you needn’t worry, Miss,” Ye Wenzheng didn’t divulge the treatment he had received in the War Prince Residence, feeling it would only add to her concerns and make her worry about him.
“Alright then, you go and rest,” Ye Jiu said, looking at his pale face, then added, “If you’re feeling unwell, let’s talk about it. We can go see a doctor. Don’t force yourself to endure it. We still have a long way to go, and you shouldn’t joke about your health.”
“I understand, I’ll be careful,” Ye Wenzheng replied.
Back at the inn, the escort head just came out, “Young Master, Dongzi might have bumped into something, his face is badly injured, so could we possibly delay for a day and set out tomorrow?”
Ye Jiu wasn’t the least bit ashamed, “That’s fine, the weather isn’t great today anyway, not an ideal time to travel. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a sunny day!”
Truth be told, he didn’t want to stay any longer.
When he first arrived, he found Fengyang City immensely prosperous, and earning so much silver delighted him no end.
But Ye Jiu discovered that nothing good ever happened whenever he encountered Sikong Mo.
The first time he met him, Sikong Mo’s threat almost scared him and Ye Wenqing to death.