Xiahou Qing stepped on the muddy path.
In his panic, he tripped over a rock.
He fell headlong into the mud pit. Dirty mud rushed into his eyes and nose.
He choked violently and almost coughed out his entire lungs. Hot tears fell from his eyes.
After an unknown period of time, the coughing finally subsided.
His strength was exhausted.
He rolled over and lay limp in the rain.
He had fled extremely quickly just now, faster than when he was searched by the guards of the City Lord Manor. He was worried that his son would catch up.
But as he panted, there was only the lonely sound of the rain around him, no footsteps chasing after him.
He suddenly felt a little disappointed.
Tidal fatigue surged into his limbs and bones, and his eyelids began to feel heavy.
Wait.
He could not fall asleep!
He wanted to return to the Hundred Flowers Palace and inform Yun Shuang and Yun Lin to be careful of Xiahou Yi!
