Yan Bao: “…”
[Don't be angry, this is the effect you want. You're so ugly that no one can recognize you. If you were too beautiful, wouldn't everyone know you're the assassin that King Dongshan wants to catch?]
On the third day, there was a lot of commotion in the palace.
After some inquiries, Yan Bao found out that the Prince of Dongshan was moving. Many buildings in the palace had been destroyed by the fire and needed to be repaired. Not only were they leaking, but they were also burnt black and looked ugly.
King Dongshan decided to renovate the palace before winter came, and his masters would temporarily live in another palace.
When Que Ye and the others found out, they all looked sad.
"After we go to Beppu, we won't be able to have a good meal anymore."
"Beppu is another beggar's territory. We'll definitely get beaten if we go there."
"Alas, it's a good thing it's summer. If it were winter, we would be freezing to death or starving to death."
Yan Bao felt very exposed to the sun now. She hid in the shade and watched the masters of the palace get on the arranged carriages one by one, with a lot of luggage.
Yan Bao didn't expect that he would be able to see the Ninth Young Master today.
The Ninth Young Master, who had two fingers cut off by the quilt, now had a gloomy look on his face and an eye patch on his eyes. It seemed that the injury was so ugly that he dared not show his face.
Mr. Que noticed with his sharp eyes: "The Ninth Young Master's eyes were also injured. I heard that it was done by an assassin. I don't know if he is blind."
"Very similar to the little mute." The beggar who was speaking was not only old, but also a little deaf. He himself could not hear, so he spoke by shouting, but others could hear him clearly.
For example, the Ninth Young Master.
When he heard someone mention the little mute, his uninjured eye darkened. With a movement, guards came to arrest people. They took all five of them away, and Yan Bao was also dragged away.
The Ninth Young Master asked, "Who said the little mute just now?"
The deaf beggar knelt and trembled: "Ninth Master, please spare my life. Please forgive me. I said nonsense. I deserve to die!"
"You really deserve to die!" The Ninth Young Master raised his hand and the deaf beggar was dragged away. Before Yan Bao could react, he was stabbed to death by the guards.
Yan Bao: “…”
Que Ye and the others accepted their fate and closed their eyes.
The Ninth Young Master, however, stared at Yan Bao, who was wearing an eye patch just like him: "Do you dare to imitate me?"
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