TPSC 13

Chapter 13

Moreover, he was only a small shadow guard. Even if he had offended his master, there was no need for the master to personally deal with him, right?

Just as he was thinking this, Chu Moli, who had already reached the doorway, suddenly turned back.

“Oh, right. The injury on your abdomen has worsened a bit. I’m granting you one day off.”

“The day after tomorrow is when the foreign envoys will have an audience with His Majesty. You’ll accompany me then. Recover properly.”

After saying that, Chu Moli turned and left.

Once Chu Moli was gone—

Shen Yin: …?

His injuries had worsened, one day off, recover properly?

One day off?

Damn, what a long vacation—long enough for a living person to become a dead one.

And also, why had the injuries he carefully calculated gotten worse?????

Meanwhile, in the Crown Prince’s study.

Chu Moli leaned back in his chair and lowered his gaze to the items spread across the desk.

After a moment, he slightly raised a brow and looked at the coachman kneeling on one knee before him.

“You’ve confirmed it?”

The coachman nodded. “Yes. Your subordinate and the others investigated the Haiyan City region for a long time. There should be no mistakes.”

Hearing this, Chu Moli gave a slight nod. His gaze shifted, and he suddenly noticed a large patch of blood on the coachman’s shoulder.

Only then did he remember that Shen Yin had been slumped over this man’s shoulder earlier. He had completely forgotten that Shen Yin had an abdominal wound.

It wasn’t until the blood soaked through the clothing and the coachman sensed something was wrong that Chu Moli himself remembered it too.

Chu Moli lifted a hand slightly and flicked his fingers.

“Good. I understand. You may leave. Return to Huanxi Tower.”

The coachman immediately cupped his hands in salute. “Yes.”

After the coachman left, Chu Moli leaned back against the chair again, looking down at the evidence gathered on the desk.

He picked up one of the letters between two fingers. When his eyes landed on the signature, his eyes curved with amusement.

“Sang Le… what a ridiculous name. It’s making me laugh to death.”

Elsewhere—

Shadow Guard Camp.

Not long after the Crown Prince left, the Shadow Chief and Shadow Two and Shadow Three entered the room together.

Shen Feng sat by the bedside and pulled Shen Yin’s wrist over to carefully check his pulse. Only after letting out a slight sigh of relief did he release him.

“You followed His Highness out this time—what exactly did you do?”

“The moment you came back, you were both injured and suffering a poison flare-up.”

While speaking, Shadow Two handed Shen Yin a cup of warm tea.

Shadow Three looked full of curiosity.

“Boss, with your martial arts, who in Yong City could possibly hurt you?”

“Could it be that His Highness personally made a move?”

After saying that, Shadow Three shook his head again.

“That can’t be right. It was His Highness who had someone carry you back.”

Hearing this, Shen Yin waved a hand weakly.

“I’m fine…”

“What did you say? His Highness had someone carry me back?”

Shadow Two and Shadow Three nodded together.

“Yeah. We haven’t had missions lately, so we all saw it.”

Shen Yin: …

Damn. He finally knew why his injuries had worsened.

The Crown Prince wasn’t just sick in the head—his memory was terrible too.

Shen Feng waved a hand in front of Shen Yin.

“Shen Yin, what’s wrong with you?”

Shen Yin shook his head.

“I’m fine. His Highness took me to attend the coming-of-age banquet for the second young lady of the General’s Manor.”

Hearing this, Shen Feng nodded.

“Then how did you get injured? Who in Yong City could hurt you?”

Looking at Shen Feng’s concerned expression, Shen Yin really couldn’t bring himself to admit that he had intentionally gotten injured as part of a fake-death plan, so he simply shook his head.

“It’s nothing. That part isn’t important.”

After speaking, Shen Yin drained the cup of water in one gulp.

Shadow Two took the cup back, while Shadow Three continued asking:

“Boss, when you accompanied His Highness to the second young lady’s coming-of-age banquet, did His Highness prepare a gift?”

Shen Yin nodded.

“I think he gave the second young lady a jade pendant.”

“A jade pendant?”

Both Shadow Two and Shadow Three looked surprised.

Even Shen Feng’s eyes widened slightly.

Shen Yin looked puzzled.

“What’s wrong with a jade pendant?”

Shadow Two explained:

“Things like jade pendants are only given when a man and woman are expressing their feelings for each other.”

Hearing this, Shen Yin’s expression remained unchanged, still the same cold-faced boss Shadow Two and Shadow Three were familiar with.

But in reality, Shen Yin was so shocked internally that his jaw nearly dropped.

So His Highness hadn’t gone there to freeload a meal—

He had gone for the sake of his beloved.

Chapter 11 — The Crown Prince Eats Steamed Buns

After working as a shadow guard for so many years, Shen Yin had long grown used to waking up before dawn. Now that he suddenly had an entire day off, he genuinely didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Haaah…”

Shen Yin raised a hand and let out a huge yawn. Even though one yawn followed another, he still couldn’t fall back asleep.

He rolled over and got out of bed, carefully avoiding aggravating the wound on his abdomen.

Resting his head by the bedside, he reached one hand under the bed and fumbled around for a long while before finally pulling out a box about one foot long and wide, and half a foot tall.

Shen Yin opened the box, revealing the silver stored inside. Most of it consisted of broken silver pieces, with the largest piece being no more than three taels.

He took out a small fragment of silver, then covered the box and shoved it back under the bed. After that, he rested his head beside the bed again and continued feeling around underneath with one hand.

Only after hearing a “click” did Shen Yin withdraw his hand in satisfaction.

Everything in there was the hard-earned blood money he had saved over ten years.

Aside from the fifty taels he had previously spent forging Guiyin, he still had forty taels left in savings.

If he worked hard for another two years and managed to save up one hundred taels, he planned to fake his death during a mission and disappear.

And if he lived frugally afterward, one hundred taels should last him quite a long time.

Shen Yin had planned his future very thoroughly.

He tucked away the small silver piece and left the Crown Prince’s residence.

At this hour, the sky was only beginning to brighten, yet many vendors had already set up stalls along Yong City’s main street.

Most of them were selling breakfast foods like steamed buns and fried dough sticks.

Shen Yin stepped forward.

“Boss, how much are the buns?”

“Three copper coins each.”

Shen Yin nodded.

“Give me twenty.”

As he spoke, he took out the piece of silver from his robe. Then, after thinking for a moment, he changed his mind.

“Actually, forget that. Make it thirty instead.”