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Chapter 5389: Hasty Escape

He remained a gentleman of impeccable demeanor, though his eyes, while holding a spring-like smile, somehow sent shivers down one's spine.

Servants, who had been loudly calling out, frantically fell to their knees at Prince Zheng, Mo Xikang's, feet, trembling as they cried, "Your, Your Highness, what are we to do now? The Crown Prince's men have surrounded our Prince Zheng's residence, front and back, so tightly that not even a bird can fly out!"

"Your Highness, please give us instructions! What should we do?"

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness!"

The cries rose and fell, and seeing the trembling servants prostrate on the ground, a strong surge of anger welled up in Prince Zheng, Mo Xikang's heart. Suddenly, he felt as if... the game was truly over.

"Does Young Master Er intend to kill me?"

This Young Master Er Qin had done such a thing so brazenly, directly tearing off his long-hidden mask and exposing his identity to everyone. How much hatred and enmity did he harbor against him?!

Young Master Er glanced at him, then unhurriedly touched a ring on his little finger. A triangular tent, about the size of a palm, abruptly appeared before everyone.

"Do you have anything you wish to pack?" Young Master Er asked indifferently.

At these words, the anger in Prince Zheng, Mo Xikang's heart burned even more furiously, while Long Yun, standing beside him, couldn't help but curve his lips into a faint smile. Qin Er was truly amusing. At such a critical moment of life and death, he was still asking if the man wanted to pack anything? He should have asked ages ago!

Prince Zheng, Mo Xikang, was infuriated by precisely this. This Young Master Er Qin was clearly doing this on purpose; he had known all along that Mo Lian would send people to arrest him. Not telling him to pack his belongings earlier, and only mentioning it at the last minute—how could he disregard his own life for some worldly possessions?

So, he gritted his teeth and said coldly, "No need!"

"That's truly a pity," Young Master Er Qin sighed, silently glancing at Mo Xikang, then raised his hand and brought him into the tent.

Mo Xikang was startled. He opened his eyes to see himself standing in a magnificent courtyard. Clearly, this seemingly tent-like object must be a spatial spiritual mansion crafted by an artifact refiner. He quickly called out, "What about the people in my residence?"

Young Master Er Qin's voice was cold. "This spatial container can't carry too many people. At most, only a few more."

"Then, then quickly bring my parents and concubines!"

Young Master Er Qin curled his lips, pretending to ask casually, "So, you don't want any of your belongings in the residence?"

With disaster looming, who could think of such trivial things? Mo Xikang said without hesitation, "No need. Just bring Wan'er, my son, my father, and my mother."

A moment later, Young Master Er Qin's indifferent voice came, "Alright then."

...

"Qiao Qiao, don't trouble yourself with these vexing matters," Mo Lian said, helping his little wife to sit on the edge of the bed with a smile. "You should rest well these days. In a few days, when you've fully recovered, we'll take a trip to the dilapidated temple in the western suburbs."

Qiao Mu's eyes lit up slightly. "Is there a lead on my tree seed fragment?"

Mo Lian nodded slightly, holding Qiao Mu's hand. "Don't worry, it should be in the dilapidated temple in the western suburbs. We're not far from finding it."

Qiao Mu nodded, filled with joy.