The Prince Yu had truly emerged.
Leaving from the north city gate and continuing forward would lead back to the north, his main base.
By the time Chu Lingyang and Chu Wang received the news and were about to pursue, Prince Yu’s convoy had already moved far from the imperial city.
After exiting the city, they split into five routes, and for a moment, no one knew which group Prince Yu was in.
Chu Lingyang and Chu Wang were in a state of utter distress.
But one person had been waiting on the road long before, easily intercepting Prince Yu’s convoy.
"Your, Your Highness, it's Prince Xuan," a guard reported softly.
A wave of panic instantly washed over Prince Yu.
Of all the teams he had sent out, none had managed to lure Prince Xuan to a different group. Was it a coincidence, or was the other party truly so prescient?
"Attack him!"
Prince Yu waved his hand, and the guards immediately charged towards Feng Yexuan.
However, Prince Yu himself did not dare to face him head-on. After the guards had blocked Feng Yexuan, he quickly dismounted from the carriage, mounted his horse, and galloped in another direction.
Unfortunately, before he could get far, a chilling gust of wind struck him from behind.
"Prince Yu, do you wish for me to drag you back, or will you return to your manor obediently?"
"Feng Yexuan, you are pushing me too far!"
Prince Yu drew his long sword and pointed it furiously at Feng Yexuan.
Feng Yexuan's expression was blank, his voice icy, "It seems Prince Yu wishes for me to drag you back."
...
The long night was finally over.
Prince Yu was thrown back into his manor.
He was so enraged that he almost killed the guards around him!
But in the end, he managed to suppress his volatile temper.
Recalling the ancient precedent of Zhang Fei, who, in his fury, beat and berated his subordinates only to be killed by them at night, Prince Yu, no matter how angry, knew he was still under someone else's roof.
As long as he had not returned to his northern stronghold, he dared not lose his temper.
These so-called confidantes by his side could defect to the Emperor and turn against him at any moment.
It was not impossible that they might take his head to the Emperor to claim a reward.
Prince Yu felt wronged and could only lock himself in his room.
As dawn broke, the servants outside gradually began to stir.
Behind the room, a gust of cold wind blew, causing the curtain to sway a few times.
Prince Yu leaped to his feet and strode forward, "Sir..."
But the person behind the curtain's face darkened, and he said displeasedly, "Retreat!"
No one dared to be so presumptuous in front of Prince Yu, and even if there were, they were few.
Yet, Prince Yu was clearly very respectful towards the person behind the curtain.
"Sir, Prince Xuan, I don't know if it was a coincidence or what, but he calculated my escape route perfectly. Looking at him, it wasn't like he rushed here; it was as if he had been waiting for a long time!"
Prince Yu was truly angry, both furious and aggrieved.
But he was utterly helpless.
"Sir, what should I do now? Should I still leave the city today?"
"Leave, why not leave?" The man behind the curtain was Lan Fan.
But he did not wish to see anyone at the moment, so he forbade Prince Yu from entering and refused to come out himself.
Judging by his voice, he seemed to be unwell?
"Sir, are you injured?" Although Prince Yu did not truly care about Lan Fan, Lan Fan was now in the same boat as him.
If Lan Fan met with misfortune, he would also be in a difficult position.
Therefore, he was very concerned about Lan Fan's condition.
Lan Fan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly said, "This seat is fine. It is you who is in trouble now. If you don't leave soon, once that girl Chu Qianli recovers her breath, she will definitely find a way to deal with you!"