His Royal Highness was abducted by the black-bellied hall master

Mo Yu was silent for a while and finally spoke, but the tone was full of bitterness: "Then brother...you, take care."

The wind blew and raised the curtain of the carriage, but An Yehua didn't look back, he resolutely walked forward to meet his inevitable fate.

The soldiers at the gate of the city checked the crowd as usual, and suddenly a man in white with handsome features appeared at the gate of the city.

An Yehua smiled and waved at the soldiers, "Everyone, they are looking for me."

A soldier recognized An Yehua and called out, "It's the prince!"

After hearing this sentence, the others became agitated.

They have been checking the crowd with An Yehua's portrait for the past few days. They have long remembered this face by heart, and it is difficult not to recognize the prince An Yehua.

"Quick, report to the prime minister, the prince is back." The head of the gatekeeper lowered his voice and said to an ordinary guard next to him.

"Yes." A guard took his order and ran towards the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The rest of the soldiers looked at An Yehua warily and surrounded him.Looking at the faces of these soldiers, An Yehua couldn't help feeling bitter.

They are obviously soldiers of their own country, but they are loyal to a prime minister who is ambitious to seize power and usurp the throne.

Sitting in the carriage, Mo Yu watched An Yehua being surrounded by a group of soldiers and taken back.His eyes darkened.

"Brother..." he murmured.

The news of the prince's return shocked the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty.

After all, the prince has been missing for so many days, so it is inevitable that people will panic.

Some people are happy that someone is worried.

Those who are happy are some old officials who are loyal to Ze Chao, and those who are worried are the prime minister and some treacherous ministers under the prime minister.

In a super luxurious mansion in the capital, a man with a gray goatee was sitting at a table, holding a teacup in his hand, listening to the guard in front of him report the situation of the prince to him.

"What, you're back all right."

After listening to the guard's report, the prime minister angrily dropped the teacup in his hand, and the pieces scattered all over the floor.

No wonder the person sent out by Tianqing Pavilion has not returned at this moment. Now it seems that the assassin is probably dead.

"It's really useless."

He thought that the people in Tianqing Pavilion were capable, but he didn't expect that they couldn't even deal with a piece of trash.It seems that he still has to do it himself.

Thinking of this, the Prime Minister touched his goatee, and tried his best to return to the previous high and unfathomable expression.In the words of Crown Prince An Yehua, this man is just like a vicious stick.

The sad prince An Yehua was naturally "surrounded" by the guards and entered the cell in the palace.

When the prime minister came, he saw An Yehua sitting on the table outside the cell, with his legs crossed, teasing the crickets that he begged for from the cell boss.

An Yehua was still the prince after all, so the jailers naturally didn't dare to treat him badly, so they could only respond to his requests.

Seeing this scene, the prime minister couldn't help sneering, this guy is really a heartless dude, he is still in the mood to play with crickets here when he is about to die.

An Yehua glanced at the prime minister from the corner of his eye and said, "You are here, prime minister."

Although he spoke, the movements of his hands did not stop.

The prime minister looked at him, and said with disdain: "Oh, His Royal Highness recently fled in fear of crime, has he come back to confess his crime?"

"The prime minister's words are wrong. As the prince of a country, how could I abscond in fear of crime? I obviously went to find the real thief who stole the jade seal."