Dota turned the entire palace upside down, searching everywhere for the man in black.
But those men in black who took Yuan Zhizhi with them seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, leaving no trace.
He sent people to look for Xiaobai and Cangyuan, hoping they could find some clues.
But I didn't expect that these two also disappeared without a trace.
The search was fruitless, and as the day passed, time seemed to be stretching out and torturing his patience.
When it was almost dark, he said in a deep voice, "Call Jingyang into the palace."
Not long after, Jing Yang walked into the hall quickly, with a hint of urgency on his face.
"Your Majesty, I heard there was a fire in the palace. What do you think?"
She already knew about the fire in the palace, but she didn't know that Yuan Zhizhi had been kidnapped.
Dota sat quietly at the desk, with fatigue and coldness intertwined between his brows. He picked up a pen and wrote a short letter, folded the envelope and handed it to Jingyang.
Jing Yang took the letter, a little surprised, and asked in a low voice: "What is this?"
Duota lowered his eyelids and spoke in a very soft voice, but with a hint of coldness.
"Send it to Ah...Showa."
Jing Yang was startled when she heard this. Her guess was indeed confirmed. She tightened her fingers slightly and even lowered her voice.
"Showa..."
She looked at Dota, a hint of uneasiness and doubt in her eyes.
The king usually looked indifferent and calm, but this time, his tone seemed even colder, and even his eyes lacked their former sharpness, as if shrouded in a heavy shadow.
Jingyang couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, it's Zhizhi..."
Dota waved her hand, stopping her from speaking: "No need to ask any more questions, just send it as soon as possible."
Jing Yang hesitated for a moment before bowing.
"yes."
She turned and left, her steps a little heavy, and the letter paper in her arms also became heavy.
After Jingyang left, Dota sat there in the same posture as before.
Yuan Zhizhi's soft little face, which always had a sweet smile, unconsciously appeared before his eyes.
Then, the scene changed and showed Yuan Zhao's face, which was indifferent but with a hint of unwillingness.
The two faces flashed alternately in his mind, like light and shadow interweaving, and finally turned into a painful blank.
The wind outside the hall blew in suddenly, rolling up a few pages of paper on the table and bringing a hint of chill.
The candlelight swayed slightly, and the light and shadow danced on his face, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.
His fingers clenched slightly, and his knuckles turned white.
Deep down in his heart, an uncontrollable panic surged up like a tide, enveloping his entire body.
If something happens to Zhizhi...
This thought pierced his chest like a sharp knife, almost suffocating him.
He has always been calm and composed, and has never panicked even on the most dangerous battlefields when faced with life and death decisions.
But at this moment, this thought dragged him into the deepest fear.
His eyes were still cold, but there was a faint flicker of fire deep in them, an emotion that he never showed easily.
At this moment, there was a "whoosh" sound of wind breaking outside the window, and a short arrow shot into the pillar in the hall.
Dota stood up and looked in the direction where the arrow came from.
There was a piece of paper on the short arrow. After taking it off, there was only a short sentence written on it:
If you want her to live, come to a place one hundred miles east of Xiaoyue City at midnight tomorrow night.
Dota held the note in his hand and called out in a deep voice, "Someone come!"
A dark figure fell behind him, "What are your orders, Your Majesty?"
"Go west and focus on searching the Helan tribe's territory!"
The Eagle Guard was a little surprised. Previous intelligence showed that the Second Prince was in collusion with the Murong clan.
How to search for Helan ethnic group?
But the Eagle Guard didn't ask any more questions, just nodded and replied "yes".
"Be careful and don't get discovered!"
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The little mouse helped Yuan Zhizhi to untie the rope with great difficulty, and then the little mouse squeaked and led her to its mouse hole.
Yuan Zhizhi lay on the ground, staring at the rat hole that was not even as big as her face, with a look of doubt on her face.
[Mouse, do you mean to let Wo get out through this hole? ]
The mouse nodded: Squeak!
Yuan Zhizhi shook her head. [No, no! The nest is too big! I can't get out!]
The mouse rolled its eyes at her: Squeak!
Yuan Zhizhi looked down at his round body and scratched his head a little embarrassedly.
【Hey, I'm growing! 】
She looked at Mouse again, [Mouse, is there any other place we can go out?]
At the same time, she looked around and found that this woodshed had no other doors or windows except the main door.
How to escape?
It seems that there is only this rat hole in front of me.
Yuan Zhizhi was sitting on the ground, her hands had been untied, but the doors of the woodshed around her were locked and there were people guarding outside.
She tilted her head and thought for a long time, but couldn't think of any good way to escape.
The little mouse ran around in the house, sniffing here and drilling there, but neither the hole in the wall nor the gap was big enough for Yuan Zhizhi to get out.
The tired little mouse stopped, shook his ears, sighed softly, walked slowly back to Yuan Zhizhi, and sat at her feet to rest.
Its gray little body leaned on Yuan Zhizhi's legs, its whiskers twitching, its eyes half-closed and half-open, looking extremely sleepy.
Yuan Zhizhi looked down at it and couldn't help but mutter in his heart, "What should I do?"
The little mouse squeaked as if in response, and its whiskers trembled again.
Yuan Zhizhi reached out and gently poked its little head, revealing the silver bracelet on its left wrist.
She raised her hand and smiled.
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