"Yes! We've practically worn out our drums and gongs! Some people clearly can't sleep, but they just insist on going to bed, and we can't reason with them no matter what we say!"

"We were in such a hurry that we didn't say much to those stubborn mules. They're probably still lying at home right now!"

The servants each said something, and it was clear that they hadn't gone to the same street, but they had all obviously encountered the same type of people.

Just as she expected, there must be some people who don't want to believe it.

Gu Jiangli was deep in thought when she looked up and saw the palace gates open, and a group of people rushed in from inside the palace.

Her worries vanished in an instant when she saw the emperor and prince at the head of the group.

"It's alright, leave it to them."

As the horses galloped towards them, everyone spontaneously made way for them.

The prince approached Gu Jiangli, steadily stopped his horse beside her, dismounted, and looked at Gu Jiangli with concern.

"Is everything alright?"

Gu Jiangli smiled and said, "It's alright. Hehua and the other maids are keeping the mistress company in the garden of the Prince's Mansion. The children are all here. We're all fine."

The emperor also dismounted and said to the two, "Sister-in-law and sworn brother, don't worry. Leave the rest to the Imperial Guards. Those who don't obey orders will surely behave themselves."

After he finished speaking, a large group of Imperial Guards ran into the street, raising clouds of dust.

The emperor's personal presence exempted a large number of common people from the formalities.

He waited with everyone else for the disaster to happen, and for it to pass.

About half an hour later, the Imperial Guards arrived with another group of men.

People are gathering in increasing numbers, but their patience is dwindling.

"What on earth is going to happen? They said the young master predicted a disaster that would strike and people would die, but so much time has passed and nothing has happened!"

Doubts gradually emerged from the crowd.

"Yes, could it be a miscalculation? Such a huge disaster, how could the young prince, at such a young age, really have foreseen it?"

"Are you kidding us?"

......

These sounds inevitably reached Gu Jiangli and the others' ears.

Heng'er obviously heard it too, but his expression didn't change at all. Ever since he arrived here, he had been calculating nervously without stopping for a moment.

At this moment, a middle-aged man couldn't hold back any longer. He stood at the very front of the crowd, pointed at Heng'er's nose, and asked:

"My lord, please say something! We've all been stuck here for so long because of your divination! My son is only a month old and my wife has been holding him the whole time. It's exhausting! When can we go home?"

He has a loud voice, which resonated with some people.

"yes!"

"When can I go home?!"

"It'll be dawn soon! We still have business to do!"

Gu Jiangli looked at Heng'er with some concern. He saw that Heng'er had his eyes closed and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing, and his eyes snapped open, startling the man who had spoken.

Heng'er didn't look at him; her voice was low but powerful:

"They're here."