Watching the grim-faced Xiao Ruiyuan stride over, several guards looked at each other in confusion, clueless about the situation.
Xiao Ruiyuan paid no attention to them and walked straight through the underbrush in front of him. Indeed, it was empty, not even a ghost of a shadow to be seen.
The guards who had followed became pale as beads of cold sweat streamed down their foreheads, and a single thought filled their panicked minds: They were doomed!
Xiao Ruiyuan's face was overcast as he studied the surroundings meticulously, and found nothing out of the ordinary. He was almost certain that the Thirteenth Prince had not met with misfortune, but had left quietly on his own.
"Ah, where is the Thirteenth Imperial Brother? Why can't I see the Thirteenth Imperial Brother?"
