He wielded a grappling hook, which he would use to climb trees at the last minute, and then constantly move through the forest.

However, not everyone has his skills; almost all of his subordinates are already dead.

In this way, after about an incense stick's time, almost everyone had been killed, leaving only three people around that person.

"Stop running, there's nowhere else to go."

"Jin Jiande, come here obediently and await the lord's judgment. The lord is merciful and will not torture you."

At this moment, a large number of troops had arrived, and the three were now trapped.

The man in the silver helmet leaned against a tree, panting, but his eyes were surprisingly calm.

Looking at the deep marks on his hands, he closed his eyes, then opened them and exchanged a glance with his companions who were hiding behind two other trees.

He nodded, and then the three of them rushed out at the same time.

But just then, a cold voice rang out.

"Got you!"

With a "bang," Tao Bao darted out from the shadows, grabbed the silver-armored man by the neck, and slammed him to the ground.

——

"Your Highness."

"Your Highness, Your Highness," the maid whispered.

"Hmm? Oh." At the desk, Prince Qing put down the letter in his hand and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"Your Highness, it's late. The wind is strong and it's raining tonight. It's getting cold. You should go back to your room and sleep."

Prince Qing nodded, picked up his teacup, and casually said, "Hmm, I dozed off while reading, and it's so late already. I'm getting old."

He had just brought the teacup to his lips when he frowned, put it down, and said:

It's cold.

The maid immediately said, "Your Highness, it's not advisable to drink strong tea at night. I'll have them brew you a pot of calming Polygonum multiflorum vine tea."

Prince Qing stood up, stretched, and yawned, saying:

"Need not."

"I'm going back to my room."

As he spoke, the maid carried a lantern, and Prince Qing walked out of the study. When he reached the corridor, a thought struck him, and he bypassed his second son's room.

After glancing around casually, he turned around and headed towards his daughter's house.

He stopped halfway down the road and looked at the wet footprints on the ground by the light of the lantern.

The footprints led straight to the daughter's bedroom door, where candlelight was still burning.

Prince Qing stared for a long time before turning around and muttering to himself:

"It'll be soon. Once I marry into the barbarian tribe, everything will be settled."