Lu Yancheng's gaze darkened.
Unsurprisingly, these men were sent by Lu Xunhai to watch him.
"Achoo—"
The silent night was invaded by a piercing cold wind.
A chill suddenly clung to his spine, causing one of the guards to rub his elbow: "Why does it feel particularly cold today?"
"Third Chen, don't you think about slacking off tonight. The master has given us a strict order to keep a close eye on the eldest young master."
"I'm not."
Third Chen muttered his grievances, then suddenly felt an intense pain in his neck and collapsed limply to the ground with his eyes rolling back.
The other person's eyes widened in shock, but before he could even cry out, he fell down as well.
Lu Yancheng patted the wrinkles from his clothes and hastily turned to leave, arriving at a quiet courtyard based on the memories he had.
This was his mother's living quarters.
He reached out his hand, but encountered a thin barrier, effectively blocking him from entry.
Immediately after.
