Second Uncle Jing anxiously waited, with several groups of people standing at the street entrance in front of the Imperial Palace's south gate, but there was still no news of the Princely Heir.
How could the Princely Heir leave, he had come to the inn early in the morning, and then just left.
"Have you found him, have you?" Second Uncle Jing grabbed the returning servant, anxiously asking.
"Second Uncle, we've searched everywhere, including San He, but there's no sign of the Princely Heir." The servant looked about eleven or twelve years old, but appeared even younger due to their perennial refugee-like existence. Now dressed in the attendants' clothes provided by the inn, he actually looked rather refined.
The other two servants, busy wiping tables and running errands, glanced at Second Uncle Jing but didn't dare to come closer.
"Jing Qu—," Hearing the call coming from the back courtyard, Second Uncle Jing had to let go of the servant and head there.
