A piece of Japanese incense

After hearing the news that Zhi Yihe's grandfather had met with misfortune, Feng Zhixu was like an ant on a hot pot, running around in a panic. He jumped on his horse without thinking and galloped towards Yunfu.

However, the streets were crowded with people and it was difficult for carriages and horses to move forward, so he had to dismount and walk. Unexpectedly, he was suddenly surrounded by a group of guards who did not allow him to move freely.

"Get out of the way! Who are you? How dare you be so bold! Let me go!" Feng Zhixu struggled hard, but the guards were as hard-hearted as iron and held him tightly.

He was held tightly by two sturdy guards like an iron clamp. While Feng Zhixu struggled, their arms were like solid masts, firmly supporting his body that was almost suspended in the air.

Feng Zhixu's legs kicked weakly in the air, looking for a fulcrum in the void. His body was bent unnaturally under the combined force of the two men. Although he tried his best to break free from the restraints, his resistance seemed so small and powerless under the guards' unbreakable control.

The guards took Feng Zhixu into a house and imprisoned him in it. In this enclosed space, there was only a closed door as the only exit.

"Your Highness, please forgive us for offending you. We have been ordered to protect you. Once we get through this day, we are willing to accept any punishment you may give us."

"What on earth happened? Why did you have to wait until today? You must give me a reasonable explanation!" Feng Zhixu knocked on the door frantically, but no one responded.

He looked around and saw that the only thing in the room was a shabby desk with a few books scattered on it and a half-full kettle.

When Feng Zhixu thought that Ah He was frowning because of her grandfather, he became even more anxious. He wished he had the ability to create a clone so that he could immediately create a clone to stay with her.

His hand unconsciously touched a book, and then he remembered that Ah He had cut his finger with paper and blood was flowing. His brows furrowed and a plan came to his mind.

Feng Zhixu imitated the scene that time, letting the edge of the silk-thin paper quickly brush against his fingertips. In an instant, his skin was ruthlessly cut, and a tiny wound quietly appeared.

The bright red blood oozed out slowly like a released prisoner, condensing into blood beads and sliding down the outline of the fingers.

Feng Zhixu splashed blood on the door at random, and cruel and vivid blood flowers suddenly bloomed on the white door, like a white canvas painted with red dye, which instantly became shocking.

"You imprisoned me here! How can I face people again! I will die in front of you today!" Feng Zhixu shouted angrily while squeezing the wound on his hand, making more blood splash on the door.

The pain came like a tide, spreading rapidly from the wound to the entire arm. Feng Zhixu couldn't help but frown and took a breath.

As expected, he heard the sound of the lock being unlocked outside, and he was secretly delighted. He made all preparations and hid behind the door. When the guards rushed in, he threw the torn book in his hand at them.

The guards' vision was blocked by the flying pieces of paper, and Feng Zhixu took the opportunity to escape from the chaos.

Fortunately, the excitement and crowds of the Lantern Festival provided him with the best cover. He ran out of the building and merged into the crowd, like a drop of water merging into the sea, disappearing without a trace.