Chapter 360: World Line Convergence! Before the Meeting
"Are you serious?" Wen Ziduan was also shocked. For such a long time, every time he searched for He Zhaojun, he brought Long Feibai with him, but he had never sensed anything. But this time, he could clearly feel He Zhaojun's location. Why?
Long Feibai's face flushed, and it was obvious that he could no longer control his excitement. This joy was not only due to his own thoughts, but also to the induction between the poisonous insects.
"There's no doubt about it. Judging by the distance and direction, it's the imperial palace. Your Highness can check who entered the palace to see the emperor today. Zhaojun must be among them."
Wen Ziduan's face turned pale when he heard this, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The pain in his chest only just subsided. Gu Guan looked at Long Feibai coldly, very skeptical of his words.
"He doesn't know, and you don't know either. The Young Master never mentions He Zhaojun's name, but he's never forgotten her. You gave him hope for nothing. If this turns out to be a misunderstanding, how can you bear the responsibility? Even if it's really He Zhaojun in the Imperial City, why doesn't she try to contact her subordinates or the Young Master?"
Long Feibai's face froze, his judgment slipping for the first time. But the Gu insect wouldn't lie, and certainly wouldn't make a mistake. He gritted his teeth and looked at Wen Ziduan, "Could it be that the Third Prince is too timid to go looking for someone because he's close to home? So, what are you going to do? Are you going to continue searching like a needle in a haystack?"
Wen Ziduan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grabbed the reins tightly, and whipped the horse back, causing it to gallop wildly towards the city.
Originally, when the Third Prince returned to the city, he also sent out a red signal which is only used in the most urgent situations. The officers and soldiers guarding the city should have dispersed the crowd for him in advance and opened the city gates. However, after he walked onto the official road, he found that the road ahead was very crowded and he didn't know what was going on.
"Where are the soldiers guarding the city? Why don't they come out to maintain order? Evacuate the crowd quickly to avoid a stampede!" Gu Guan also tightened the reins of his horse, nodded and called a soldier over.
The soldier hurriedly bowed, "Report! Today is the day that Princess Zhao, the younger sister of King Zhao Hu of Nanyue and the Holy Maiden of the Baiyue of Lingnan, will enter the city for marriage. Rumor has it that she has already chosen the Fifth Prince. Ahead is a convoy carrying her dowry, so they're occupying the official road and cannot be driven away."
Wen Ziduan nearly vomited blood again. He had heard a little about this matter, but he had no intention of competing for the Princess Zhao, so he didn't take it to heart. But just now, Long Feibai mentioned He Zhaojun's name, and he heard the word "Lord Zhao" again, and his heart was so excited that he almost fell off his horse.
Next to him, a magnificent carriage, pulled by eight horses, passed by. It was a painting that represented the highest level of South Vietnamese artistry, exquisitely crafted, and the people around him were amazed. Wen Ziduan only caught a glimpse of the woman in the painting from the corner of his eye, and he couldn't take his eyes off her.
Surrounded by cranes, a woman is wearing South Vietnamese clothing. The batik clothes have intricate patterns and the black and gold color combination makes her look solemn and dignified, yet lifelike. In the rain of flowers, the ship behind her is raising its sails. What a beautiful picture of a princess getting married!
He cried out in pain, fell off his horse, and stumbled towards the carriage, wanting to take a closer look at the face of the person in the painting. Gu Guan didn't know what he was going to do, and was about to stop him, but when he saw the person in the painting, he was slightly stunned.
"You think so too, don't you? This Saintess of Nanyue, Princess Zhaojun, looks very much like He Zhaojun." Wen Ziduan suddenly calmed down. He turned to Gu Guan and asked, "Didn't the soldier just say that she chose Lao Wu?"
Gu Guan nodded, feeling that this conversation was familiar. Wen Ziduan had already leaped onto the rooftop, heading towards the palace. It was clear that his young master was about to let the Fifth Prince down again.
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