The ancient martial arts master traveled through time

Ye Tingshen learned that Ruan Xiaojiu had just left, and he felt a little disappointed, but he did not show it on his face. He still replied to the city lord, "I am Zidan Ye Tingshen. It was your Ninth Prince who asked me to come and exchange my seventh brother for Zidan."

"Oh, so you really are the legendary war god of Zidan. My apologies." The city lord bowed.

Ye Tingshen waved his hands, his expression somewhat unnatural, and said, "Those were the names from five years ago."

The City Lord smiled but didn't respond. Instead, he took a sip of tea and said, "I'm not aware of the exchange Your Highness just mentioned. Our Ninth Prince didn't leave any instructions for exchanging prisoners before he left. Instead, he ordered me to escort that special prisoner to the Ninth Prince's Mansion in the capital. Therefore, I can't make the decision on this exchange, and I hope Your Highness can understand."

Ye Tingshen listened and frowned, "Does the City Lord mean to send my seventh brother to the capital?"

"Yes, I hope Your Highness will forgive me." The city lord didn't dare to exchange prisoners casually. Ruan Xiaojiu hadn't told him about this, so why bother himself with trouble and make himself unhappy.

Ye Tingshen was a little annoyed. He never expected that this would be the result of him throwing himself into Ruan Xiaojiu's arms.

He said coldly, "Can't you be flexible? Release my seventh brother, and I will take you back to the capital as a prisoner. I believe that if your prince were here, he would agree. I also hope that the city lord will not be so stubborn."

The city lord shook his head. "This matter cannot be changed unless there is an order from the prince. I also hope that Prince Zidan will not embarrass a small official like me."

He also realized that Ye Tingshen was not someone to be trifled with, so it was better to have less contact with him. He was about to get up and leave after saying this. He still had a lot of things to do, and he didn't have time to waste here.

"and many more."

When Yetingshen saw the city lord was about to leave, he hurriedly called out to him to stop.

"Is there anything else, Prince Zidan?" The city lord's tone was full of alienation.

"Aren't you afraid that I will rescue my seventh brother and you will be charged with the crime of failing to take good care of him?" No matter how Ye Tingshen tried to persuade the city lord, he still didn't agree. If he really couldn't do anything else, he would just rescue him and see who could stop him.

The city lord sneered inwardly. Fortunately, the prince had made all the necessary preparations before leaving, so he wasn't afraid. "If you have the guts to take him away, go ahead. I won't stop you." With that, he strode off.

Ye Ting was deeply suspicious. What did the City Lord mean by this? Was there a trap?

After thinking for a moment and looking at General Xiao, the two decided to go and see Ye Tingyi first to make plans!

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Ye Tingyi's room.

Ye Tingyi was feeling bitter and resentful, looking like he had lost all hope in life, when suddenly, his guard Ah Wu's excited and trembling voice reached his ears, "This subordinate pays homage to His Majesty."

Ye Tingyi's eyes flickered. What had he heard? Who? Someone calling him "Prince"? Which Prince? Who could make Ah Wu willingly call him "Prince"? Who was it? He had a guess in his mind, and he was eager to confirm it.

He turned his head with great effort, and when he saw Ye Tingshen and Xiao Yize walking towards him in the sunshine, he felt as if he was hallucinating. Otherwise, how could this scene be so dreamy? However, even if it was an illusion, he liked it very much. He stared at the two people who came in, not daring to blink, for fear that they would disappear the next moment.

Tears blurred my vision and flowed uncontrollably.

"Big, big brother, are you here to save me?" His voice was choked with sobs, and tears flowed down his cheeks and into his hair.

The word "big brother" touched Ye Tingshen's heart. Seeing Ye Tingyi lying motionless on the bed, he thought he was seriously injured. He strode to Ye Tingyi's bedside. Seeing such a fragile seventh brother, his heart ached, "Tingyi, the royal brother is here."

As he spoke, Ye Tingshen touched Ye Tingyi's hair to comfort him, saying, "It's because my eldest brother came late that you have to suffer. Be good and stop crying."

Only then did Ye Tingyi deeply realize that the eldest brother who was stroking his hair was so real, as if it was not an illusion.