Fifteen minutes later, he arrived at a secluded alley and gently knocked on the door of the house at the very end.
The gate was quickly opened, and Huang Silang looked around warily before slipping into the house.
About fifteen minutes later, Huang Silang stuffed a stack of silver notes into his pocket, quietly peeked out, and walked outside.
After leaving the alley, he became more cautious and headed towards the busiest street, Xiaohe Street. He circled around to make sure no one was following him before hiring a carriage and heading towards the city gate in the west.
An hour later, someone hurriedly returned to the quiet mansion in the south of the city.
"It's all taken care of!" the visitor said.
The person who had been sitting in the inner room slowly raised his head, a cold smile on his face: "Well done!"
He got up and walked outside. After making sure no one was around, he turned out from the back of the alley and headed towards the back gate of Mingxiu Garden.
An old woman guarding the gate saw him arrive and immediately opened the back door to let him in.
At dusk, when every household should be filled with the smoke of cooking fires, the Su family's doors were tightly shut, the house was dark and deserted.
A carriage slowly approached from not far from the entrance of Xingqingfang. The people in the carriage lifted the curtain and kept looking towards the Su family.
"It seems there's been no movement..." Madam Liu said softly.
Fang Mingzhu glanced coldly at the house in the distance and sneered, "Serves you right!"
After saying that, she said to Madam Liu, "Alright, we've seen the excitement, let's go home!"
The carriage had just turned around when it suddenly stopped.
Lady Liu couldn't help but lift the carriage curtain and say, "Why aren't we leaving... Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
Fang Mingzhu said impatiently, "What are you yelling about? Go back!"
After hearing the news, she couldn't resist running over to see what was going on, but she couldn't let anyone see her.
Lady Liu's face immediately contorted with panic: "Your Highness, it's...it's...it's the Prince!"
Fang Mingzhu was startled and flung open the carriage curtain. She saw a troop of horses that had appeared in front of the carriage at some point, with a person sitting upright on the tall, fine horse at the very front.
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