Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 380 Sir, the water meter is here! (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking additional subscriptions!)

An hour later, the sound of horses neighing could be heard on the official road more than twenty miles from the capital.

Immediately afterwards, at the end of the road, a magnificent horse with snow-white hooves and a jet-black body galloped by, leaving the dozens of cavalrymen who were trying to catch up far behind.

The camera zooms in, revealing a man dressed in magnificent attire with an air of elegance riding on the horse.

Although time has left its mark on his face and he is no longer young, he is still a charming middle-aged man.

However, at this moment, the middle-aged handsome man looked extremely anxious, and he kept lashing the horse's rump with his whip, clearly indicating that there was something extremely urgent that needed to be dealt with.

About fifteen minutes later, the man suddenly heard a muffled boom from ahead, which startled his black horse, almost throwing him off.

The man quickly tightened the reins, barely managing to control the frightened horse. But before he could figure out what was happening, a dark shadow shot towards him like a cannonball from afar.

With a loud "boom," the dark figure landed heavily on a large tree beside the official road, and a terrifying force instantly erupted, smashing the tree in two.

Only then did the man finally see the dark figure clearly. It was a bald man dressed in black, bleeding from all seven orifices and no longer alive.

Looking further down, his entire chest was completely caved in, revealing shattered internal organs and bones, as if he had been smashed to pieces by a battering ram.

The man looked somewhat taken aback. Just as he was wondering what was going on, he heard the sound of wheels screeching and colliding with the ground ahead.

He subconsciously focused his gaze, and soon a carriage came into view, driven by a young man dressed as a night watchman.

Recalling the news he had received from Huaiqing not long ago, the man... or rather, Prince Yu, his eyes suddenly lit up, and as he spurred his horse forward again, he began to shout at the top of his lungs.

"Moon Slave! Moon Slave!!"

Well, Pingyang is just the title of Princess. Her real name is Ji Yanran, and Yuenu is her childhood name (don't argue with the word "nu," Li Zhi's childhood name was Zhinu, and "nu" in ancient times meant "precious" when used in a child's name). Only Prince Yu would call her that on ordinary days.

"Ok?"

Wu Xian saw the approaching figure from afar, raised an eyebrow slightly, and recognized that the other party was Prince Yu, who had a chance to enter the cabinet. So he controlled the horse and began to slow down the carriage.

"Father!"

At the same time, the curtain behind him was also pulled open, and Princess Pingyang heard her father's voice and quickly peeked out.

Upon seeing Prince Yu approaching on horseback, tears welled up in the girl's eyes, and she burst into tears with a loud "waaaah."

Before long, Prince Yu arrived at the carriage, almost jumping off the horse. He then took two steps at a time and embraced Princess Pingyang, who had also dismounted from the carriage, and they wept together.

"Yuenü, it was your father's fault. Your father will not force you to marry anymore. You can marry whomever you want from now on. Your father just wants you to be well and healthy."

Prince Yu's eyes were filled with tears. Not long ago, when he learned that his beloved daughter of more than ten years had almost been murdered, he felt dizzy and nearly fainted from heartache.

At that moment, he didn't care about power or joining the cabinet. All he wanted was for his daughter to live safely, and he was willing to lose the throne for that.

"I'm sorry, Father, I was wrong... I will not marry anyone else from now on, I only want to stay by your side and serve you well."

Princess Pingyang sobbed, her face showing a hint of regret. Clearly, after this ordeal, she felt that her elopement had been too hasty and had unwittingly hurt her father, who had doted on her since childhood. It was truly wrong of her.

Wu Xian watched this heartwarming scene and couldn't help but sigh.

Fortunately, his cheat ability came online in time. Otherwise, even if he could have found clues about Princess Pingyang's disappearance through intelligence, by the time he found her, the tragedy would probably have already happened, and he would have had to bring her back with her body.

Thinking of this, Wu Xian looked at the back of the carriage, at the eldest son of the Marquis of Pingyuan, who was barely recognizable as a human being. After a cold laugh, he said to the still weeping father and daughter:

“Your Highness, now that the princess has been safely returned, I will not linger any longer and will take my leave.”

Upon hearing this, Prince Yu finally realized there was an outsider present. He quickly wiped his face with his sleeve and then expressed his gratitude to Wu Xian:
"You must be the Little Poet Immortal Wu Yinluo. I have long heard of your name, but I have never had the chance to meet you. I never expected that you would save my daughter this time. I am truly grateful. Please accept my bow." With that, Prince Yu solemnly raised his hands and bowed to Wu Xian to express his gratitude. Every move he made was full of the demeanor of a scholar. No wonder he was able to enter the court and cabinet as a member of the royal family in the original work. This shows his character.

Wu Xian did not stop him. He accepted the bow calmly and then smiled and said, "Your Highness is too kind. This is my duty as a night watchman. Moreover, this matter was entrusted to me by Princess Huaiqing. I will do my best to fulfill my duties."

Having said that, without waiting for Prince Yu's response, he pointed to the lifeless mosaic behind the carriage.

"That is the eldest son of the Earl of Pingyuan, who is also one of the participants in this kidnapping of the princess. In addition, there is Zhang Yi, the son of Zhang Feng, the Minister of War, and Sun Zhongming, the son of the Supervising Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue."

"Of course, these three people can only be considered accomplices at most. The real mastermind is their father... I think Your Highness understands now."

Upon hearing this, Prince Yu was taken aback at first, then gave Wu Xian a deep look and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I will never let this matter rest with them. After returning to the capital, I will join forces with the imperial clan to file a complaint with His Majesty and make sure that their three families are sentenced to be executed along with their entire clan!"

However, Wu Xian shook his head upon hearing this:

"Is it just the execution of the entire family? Your Highness is too lenient... Fine, let's finish this job and leave it to me."

Upon hearing this, Prince Yu's heart trembled slightly, and the image of the man in black whose chest had been smashed open inexplicably came to mind.

Just then, an astonishing wave emanated from Wu Xian's body, creating a visible hurricane around them.

Upon seeing this, Prince Yu was startled and hurriedly retreated with his daughter. With a muffled thud, Wu Xian's figure disappeared from the spot, leaving only a shockwave that shot into the sky, as if transforming into a white rainbow, flying straight towards the capital.

"Flying through the air? He's a third-rank martial artist?!"

Prince Yu was dumbfounded. He was a student of Zhang Shen, a great Confucian scholar from Yunlu Academy, and also had a certain level of Confucian cultivation. Naturally, he could see that Wu Xian was a true pure martial artist. If a martial artist wanted to be able to fly, he would have to reach at least the third-grade extraordinary realm.

But looking at the entire Great Feng Dynasty, only the Prince of Zhenbei, who guarded the border of Chuzhou, had reached this level. However, now, there is another third-rank martial artist...

Thinking of what Wu Xian had just said, Prince Yu suddenly had a bad feeling.

The capital is likely to descend into chaos.

……

The Zhang residence in the capital.

Zhang Feng and the other two were still in the main hall, but this time it was the Earl of Pingyuan who was pacing back and forth, while Zhang Feng sat in a chair with his eyes closed, resting or perhaps resigning himself to fate.

He had previously joined forces with Sun Zhongming and the Earl of Pingyuan, sending out nearly a hundred of his assassins, including several fifth-rank experts who had been trained at great expense.

If they are fast enough to find Wu Xian and Princess Pingyang before the night watchman and the prefect of the capital, and destroy their bodies, then there is still a chance for things to turn around.

After all, they were not ordinary civil officials, but rather trusted confidants cultivated by Emperor Yuanjing, who had secretly done a lot for him. As long as there was still hope, Emperor Yuanjing would not easily abandon them.

"It's been so long, why haven't we heard a single word? At least we should have sent a message by carrier pigeon to report on the situation!"

The Earl of Pingyuan was restless and uneasy, like an ant on a hot pan.

Just as he was thinking about whether to go out and ask for himself, he suddenly felt a weight on his body, as if the air around him had become heavy.

Immediately afterwards, a whooshing sound pierced the air, like a meteor falling from the sky, and smashed directly through the roof of the lobby.

Zhang Feng and his two companions were immediately shocked. Looking closely, they saw a figure dressed as a night watchman emerge from the dust and smoke, grinning at them.

"Greetings, gentlemen. I'm here to check the water meter."

(End of this chapter)