Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!-Chapter 114: Shock

Upon hearing these words, the ministers and aristocrats all turned their accusations towards the Princely Heir. Just a moment ago, they were praising him profusely, but now they collectively condemned him.

They demanded severe punishment, stating that the Princely Heir was reckless and brought such a feral beast before everyone, disregarding the lives of others, and that too at his own father’s birthday banquet. It was deemed as disloyal and unfilial behavior, unworthy of being the Princely Heir. They argued eloquently and righteously, determined not to rest until the Princely Heir was punished.

The enraged King Qi almost declared the removal of his eldest son from the position of Princely Heir on the spot. Yet, upon seeing the valiant little face so reminiscent of the former princess and recalling her final words, he hesitated and dropped the thought.

In the end, the Princely Heir was punished with a hundred lashes and sent to a harsh military camp to serve as an ordinary soldier for three full years.

As for the results of the subsequent investigation, it only revealed a few insignificant scapegoats.

Later, the Princely Heir preferred to remain a common soldier rather than return home.

Scenes like these were countless and vividly replayed like a cacophony of chaotic settings, which, upon reflection, revealed how laughable one’s actions seemed at the time. The seemingly concerned words, clumsy calculations, targeted conspiracies, all sent chills down one’s spine.

He seemed never to have truly understood or cared about the son he abandoned. Every time something went wrong, it was blamed on the Princely Heir, and time and again, he believed it as true, believing the Princely Heir to be incorrigible, until his disappointment grew so much that he became increasingly displeased with the Heir.

Not stripping him of his title as Princely Heir was merely keeping the promise made to his late wife.

As for the person who once promised to care for the eldest son better than his own, it turned out all appearances were deception and deceit. The years of affection and favoritism were nothing but a joke.

It turns out all of this started many years ago!

How blind could he have been to be deceived for so many years? Clutching his pained chest, his vision became increasingly blurred, slowly losing consciousness.

"Prince, Prince, what’s wrong with you!"

"Father!"

"Prince Qi!"

"Quick, quickly summon Doctor Lin."

Suddenly, the main hall was thrown into chaos.

...

The night breeze was slightly cool, gently caressing the still water’s surface, creating shallow ripples. In a secluded octagonal pavilion, under the flickering light of a glass lamp, a pair of slender fingers held a black chess piece and placed it in its destined position.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew through, making the man’s robes flutter, yet it didn’t cause the deep-thinking man to lift an eyelid.

When the visitor’s silhouette appeared, they immediately began speaking, breaking the tranquil beauty of the night.

"Master, you truly have a remarkable mind!"

The visitor felt parched after starting to speak, having rushed for two hours, thirst overtook them. They helped themselves to the carved small table nearby, forgoing a cup, drinking several gulps directly from the teapot, and sighed comfortably.

They then sat cross-legged in front of the man, not caring if the man listened or not, continuing, "I didn’t expect that old witch’s methods were formidable, yet she never got caught all this time, and the Prince was foolish enough..."

Realizing they said too much, the speaker quickly stopped, quietly observing the master’s expression, and seeing no displeasure, corrected themselves, "He fainted from anger, deceived for so many years, if not for Master hinting, he probably would have never imagined that his trusted confidant would betray him."

"As expected!"

The man uttered four words quietly, continuing to ponder the battle unfolding on the chessboard, as if the visitor’s story had nothing to do with him.

Talkative Han Er wanted to say something, he suddenly stood up, dodged the visitor’s sharp palm wind, wanted to continue his outburst, catching a glimpse of the master’s unflinching demeanor, he swallowed back his words, pressing his voice to question, "Han Yi, did you take the wrong medicine!"

The visitor was none other than the expressionless Han Yi.

Staring hauntingly at the man opposite, coldly speaking, "Who allowed you to be so insolent before the Master."

"But there’s no outsiders here!"

Han Er replied nonchalantly, jumping onto the pavilion’s rail, leaning against the pillar, with legs crossed like a carefree rogue.

Han Yi didn’t waste time correcting the undependable Han Er. Since the Master didn’t speak up, he tacitly agreed, turning to respectfully present a secret report.

The man finally shifted his gaze from the chessboard, and under the flickering lamp light, Zhou Yanlan’s handsome features seemed to be imbued with a dreamy, ethereal elegance, making his presence all the more distinguished, yet the worry between his brows only deepened after reading the letter, his demeanor growing cold and solemn.

Han Yi noticed the Master’s eyebrows furrowing, face growing grim, and voiced concern, "Master, what’s the matter?"

At the side, Han Er also shed his playful demeanor.

Together with Han Yi, they browsed the letter Master handed over.

Reading, Han Er’s pupils enlarged, unable to suppress his astonishment, whispered, "This King Yu is quite capable! He plans to rebel."

With Yan State in turmoil and the Great Xia watching intently, why would King Yu choose this moment to rebel, what is his deeper intention?

Han Yi felt incredibly fortunate, as Master had them prepare an escape route in advance. Now, the new headquarters of the Dark Pavilion is being constructed in secret, it seems all of Tianqi is about to become unsettled.

"Master, you see...."

"Do not act rashly."

"But..."

Han Yi thought about how the Great Xia’s vanguard Iron Cavalry Camp was about to breach the border cities, and how the Guard Army there was incapable of resisting, and became anxious. With both internal strife and foreign threats, even if the Prince himself led the battle, they might still face defeat.

King Yu’s rebellion is likely still in preparation, and it’s unclear when they will launch their attack. If both sides went to war simultaneously, wouldn’t that form a pincer attack from the north and the south, and certainly lead to a change in dynasty?

As if knowing Han Yi’s thoughts, Zhou Yanlan spoke slowly, "It’s not that easy."

There’s a secret message yet to be confirmed, and if it’s true, this drama will be even more captivating.

Han Yi couldn’t maintain the same calmness, worried about unforeseen disasters, as the Great Xia’s threat looms, wouldn’t Master consider inheriting the Prince’s title?

This way, at least half of the people in Yan State could be saved.

At this point, Han Er interjected, "Master, with the Great Xia’s cavalry at the border, won’t the Prince summon you back!"

Zhou Yanlan’s hand holding the chess piece paused, "Reply tomorrow, say I was ambushed, wounded and unconscious, make it up as you go!"

Han Yi and Han Er exchanged looks, realizing that Master truly intended not to get involved.

They could only lament silently in their hearts, what else could be done, since Master had never felt warmth since childhood, faced with constant schemes and assassination attempts.

Since establishing the Dark Pavilion, discovering that his mother’s death also involved that person’s schemes, he grew colder, like an icy block that couldn’t be melted for a thousand years.

Despite severing that person’s wings continuously, it was a drop in the bucket, with the intricate network of relationships deeply rooted, impossible to shake in the short term, they can only proceed slowly.

And the assassination attempts from that person never ceased, last time forcing Master into a life-and-death situation, had it not been for Miss Cheng, Master would have long perished, thinking of this... Master, aren’t you planning to cut off the source of the trouble!