Reborn, I was pursued by the Prince of the Broken Sleeves

In the still chilly dawn, a troop of black-clad riders ripped through the remaining darkness of the West District like sharp blades, precisely smashing open the warehouse door of the largest dessert shop.

The overturned chests revealed not the expected sugar and flour, but rather gleaming white silver and gleaming gold ingots, so brightly lit by the torches that they were almost painful to look at.

In less than half an incense stick's time, the warehouse was completely emptied, and the nearby shops were also affected.

The sound of horses' hooves shattered, and the group of evil spirits, just as they had arrived, vanished like ghosts into the fading darkness, leaving no trace.

Almost simultaneously, the clanging of metal and the brief screams from the several money shops along the street were swallowed up by an even deeper silence.

……

As dawn broke, Zhong Shan practically stumbled as he rushed into the secluded courtyard in the western district.

At the gate of the courtyard, the servant on duty collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

His heart sank, and he kicked open the door. A strong smell of blood mixed with a cloyingly sweet and rotten fragrance hit him, making him want to vomit.

"Your Highness!"

The shouts stopped abruptly when they reached the view inside the house.

Zhong Shan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Several beggars lay sprawled on the ground, barely breathing, their clothes torn, their bodies riddled with knife wounds, and warm blood seeping through the cracks in the bricks, winding into a shocking red stain.

Amidst the chaos, Ye Zhi sat upright by the bedside.

His clothes were also disheveled, with jagged scratches on his chest and several bruises and hickeys on his neck that were particularly glaring.

He remained motionless, his hands clenched tightly on his knees, veins bulging on the back of his hands, as if suppressing a world-destroying rage.

Those crimson eyes stared blankly into the void, and the sinister aura emanating from his body made the entire room resemble the palace of Yama, the King of Hell.

“Your Highness…” Zhong Shan’s voice trembled uncontrollably.

"How did things go?" Ye Zhi's voice was hoarse and dry, like sand rubbing against each other, and her eyes were still unfocused.

Zhong Shan forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart, took out a heavy gold ingot from his pocket, and bowed as he handed it over: "Success! Your Highness, more than a dozen boxes of desserts and the warehouses of three money shops have all been emptied!"

Ye Zhi slowly reached out his hand, and the cool metallic touch seemed to bring him back to his senses.

He repeatedly stroked the engravings on the gold ingot with his fingertips, and a twisted and morbid smile slowly spread across his face, growing wider and wider.

"Good! Very good!"

He suddenly stood up. "Send all of these to the depths of Baiyun Mountain and tell those desperados that I have plenty of money! Help me reach the summit and we'll share the riches!"

He paused, his sinister gaze sweeping over the beggars still groaning in pain on the ground: "As for these scum... keep a close eye on them. Let them bleed their last drop of filth, slowly succumb to death. After they die, throw them into the mass grave to feed the wild dogs. I want them to be reduced to ashes!"

"Yes!" Zhong Shan felt a chill run down his spine and bowed his head to accept the order.

"Change clothes." Ye Zhi uttered two words in a deep voice, no longer looking at the hell on earth behind her.

……

On that day, the news that the West Street of the capital had been robbed by notorious bandits spread like wildfire, instantly reaching every corner of the city.

Lanyi Courtyard, separated from the hustle and bustle of the outside world by only a wall, is a rare place of warmth and tranquility.

As dawn broke, the family reunited for the first time in many years to share breakfast.

The table was laden with food: steaming hot meat buns, meat porridge with rice oil, several plates of tender seasonal vegetables, sliced ​​mutton, roast goose, and a plate of golden-fried small fish.

Su Chengwu was clearly very hungry. He grabbed a steamed bun and took a bite. The meat juice was fresh and the dough was soft. He ate one in a few bites without even looking up.

Watching from the side, Madam Lin couldn't help but wipe the corner of her eye with her handkerchief: "My son must be suffering terribly in the military camp..."

"It's tough, but you're learning real skills. Everyone goes through this, so don't be afraid."

Su Chengwu's mouth was stuffed full, and he reached for a fourth one. "The food here is still the best, sister. These buns are amazing! Your cook is great!"

Upon hearing this, Tao Hong, who was standing to the side, pouted slightly and protested with the coquettishness of a young maid: "Young Master, I am the young lady's head maid, not a cook!"

Su Chengwu looked up from his bowl of porridge and teased her deliberately, "Didn't you make these buns?"

"It was this servant who did it!"

"Isn't that the cook?"

"I am the young lady's most trusted maid! Being able to cook is a skill, not a status!" Tao Hong said anxiously, her face turning red.

Chunhua, Qiuyue, and the other girls standing nearby couldn't help but cover their mouths and giggle.

Peach Blossom stamped her foot in embarrassment and turned to Su Manman, pouting, "Miss, look! The young master just knows how to tease me!"

Su Manman smiled faintly: "Since you think it's delicious, why tease her? If you really anger her, she won't cook for days, and you won't be able to find this treat again."

Su Chengwu exclaimed "Oh dear!" and quickly put down his chopsticks. He then bowed to Tao Hong with feigned seriousness, saying, "I misspoke. Miss Tao Hong's cooking skills are superb, comparable to those of the imperial chefs. When I said you were a cook, it was a sincere compliment!"

His behavior drew chuckles from everyone at the table, and even Madam Lin shook her head helplessly.

"What smells so good? It seems I've arrived just in time."

A clear male voice rang out from the doorway. Before the words were finished, Ye Mo strode in and sat down in the empty seat next to Su Manman with perfect ease.

Chunhua cleverly added bowls and chopsticks.

He took it, first scooped a spoonful of porridge, then effortlessly picked up a steamed bun and ate it with complete ease.

Su Chengwu stared wide-eyed, almost dropping the steamed bun in his hand into the porridge bowl.

This Prince Qi, the cold-faced war god who is famous throughout the Great Qian Dynasty and can make enemy troops on the border tremble with fear and stop children from crying at night, is now sitting at his family's dining table in such a casual way.

He was a completely different person from the ruthless demon with a chilling aura and sharp eyes he was last night!

Su Manman seemed to be used to this, and asked softly, "You came straight here after court, didn't you have breakfast?"

"Ah."

Ye Mo swallowed the food in his mouth, his tone tinged with complaint, "Last night, many places in the capital were robbed, and the court was in an uproar, so much so that the court was late in adjourning."

Upon hearing this, Madam Lin immediately instructed with concern, "Taohong, quickly go and serve His Highness two more baskets of steamed buns, and also a bowl of his favorite Dongpo soup."

"Yes, Madam!" Peach Blossom replied loudly and left with light steps.

Before long, a steaming bowl of fragrant Dongpo soup was placed in front of Ye Mo.

This Prince Qi was quite unrefined, picking up his bowl and slurping it down. While his manner wasn't exactly rude, it was far from "elegant."

Su Chengwu was completely stunned. His chopsticks froze in mid-air, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

Seeing his expression, Madam Lin smiled and smoothed things over, saying, "I've finished eating. Chengwu, come back to the courtyard with your mother and have a chat. It's been many years since we've seen each other."

Su Chengwu felt as if he had been granted a pardon and was about to get up.

"Hold on."

Ye Mo put down the half-eaten bowl of soup, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable power.

Su Chengwu's heart jumped into his throat, and his hands clenched unconsciously at his sides.

coming!

Settle after autumn!

It must be because he failed in his duties last night, which led to his sister being in danger!

But Ye Mo wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, his gaze falling on him, his tone returning to its usual calm: "Deputy General Su, please stay. There are some details about the theft case in Xicheng that I need to discuss with you."

Su Chengwu was taken aback and subconsciously looked at his younger sister, Su Manman. He saw that she had clear eyes and nodded slightly to him.

He took a deep breath and sat up straight again: "This subordinate obeys the order."