The Net and the Liyang Royal Family Make Their Move!

I woke up this morning.

The small town of Jiangwei was built on high ground, but the town was flooded, with water reaching above knee-deep.

If it weren't for Ying Changqing's special status, the shop would have closed down long ago.

"The rain has lessened; it won't rain anymore."

Ying Changqing looked out the window and said.

After a while, the four prepared to leave, and Nangong Pu She went to settle the bill.

The shopkeeper panicked immediately and quickly knelt down in front of Ying Changqing.

"Your Highness, it is an honor for our shop to have you come. We dare not accept your money."

After saying that, he held the returned money high in the air.

Ying Changqing looked at the white-haired, hunchbacked old man and waved his hand, refusing the money he offered.

"Old man, I am a prince of the Great Qin Dynasty, and I must abide by the law. There will be no exceptions because of my status."

The shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief and exclaimed, "The prince is a benevolent man."

When Ying Changqing was about to leave, the shopkeeper hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay: "Your Highness, please stay for two more days."

"The rain keeps falling, the Wei River must be overflowing, there's water everywhere ahead, we can't get through."

Ying Changqing caught the rainwater and shook his head.

"No need to trouble yourself, I have a way."

Ying Changqing walked into the rain, and the shopkeeper and waiter watched him.

Upon exiting the building, a force caused all the water droplets to stop, and the world fell silent.

The shopkeeper and the waiter stared at Ying Changqing's departing figure and the stagnant raindrops, exchanged a glance, and rubbed their eyes hard.

When they opened their eyes again, Ying Changqing had disappeared, and the rain had started again.

But they were still too shocked to speak, completely bewildered by what had just happened.

Why do the raindrops suddenly stop falling in the air?

It continued to fall only after Ying Changqing disappeared.

"No wonder he was dry when he came without a raincoat and hat, even though it was raining heavily."

"Our Prince of Qin is truly remarkable."

The old man watched Ying Changqing's retreating figure and sighed softly.

But none of this mattered to Ying Changqing, who was riding his horse towards Yaoguang.

As we continued our journey, the rain not only didn't stop, but actually intensified.

Ying Changqing knew that what the shopkeeper said was true.

He continued forward; the rainwater had already reached the horse's legs, and he was almost on its back.

The water must be separated by the laws of water in order to continue.

……

"Help! Help me! Someone please help me!"

At that moment, Ying Changqing heard cries for help.

"Your Highness, what do you think?"

Nangong Pushe pointed in a direction.

Ying Changqing saw an eight or nine-year-old child floating on the water.

The child, dressed in coarse cloth, with a face as white as paper, clung tightly to a wooden board, afraid to let go.

Ying Changqing glanced at it and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Interesting, I didn't expect you to find this place."

"Li Yang, why are you in such a hurry? What kind of show have you prepared for me?"

Although the child looked only eight or nine years old, Ying Changqing discovered with his Starry Eyes that he possessed immense power, and that he was desperately trying to conceal it.

How could there be ordinary children in this desolate wilderness?

Li Yang is colluding with Lü Buwei to take revenge on me!

All signs indicate that this person is Zhao Xuansu, the patriarch of Longhu Mountain who uses the art of rejuvenation.

Unaware that she had been exposed, Zhao Xuansu pretended that she couldn't swim and struggled in the water.

"Your Highness, should we save him?"

Looking at the "child" struggling in the water, Ehuang couldn't help but ask.

"Never mind him, I want to see what other tricks he has up his sleeve."

Ying Changqing smiled and ignored Zhao Xuansu, who was putting on a great show.

"Your Highness, do you know that child?"

Ehuang and Nüying were somewhat sympathetic, but upon hearing Ying Changqing's words, they immediately asked curiously.

"He's not a child at all."

"But he was a veteran of Longhu Mountain in Liyang, an old monster who was over a hundred years old and whose physical body had been rejuvenated."

After Ying Changqing explained, Ehuang, Nüying, and Nangong Pushe were all stunned and immediately understood why Ying Changqing did not save the "child".

"Your Highness, the people of Liyang are already watching us?"

The three women looked nervous, and Ying Changqing shook his head.

"No, the assassins from the Luo Wang organization will definitely not be able to find us when we leave."

"Only yesterday, when we entered the city, did the Net possibly discover us."

"But Li Yang can't possibly react that quickly."

"It's because Zhao Xuansu traveled from Xianyang that he was able to arrive so quickly."

"The rest of the people from Liyang will need more time to arrive."

A cold glint flashed in Nangong Pushe's eyes, filled with murderous intent.

"one person?"

"Your Highness, should we strike first?"

Ying Changqing glanced at Zhao Xuansu, who was struggling desperately in the water.

"No need. Since we've asked Senior Bei Mingzi to take action, we must eliminate them all; otherwise, it would be a waste."

"Therefore, we must not alert them now."

Ying Changqing was certain that Li Yang would not send Zhao Xuansu alone to assassinate him.

Zhao Huangchao has already been killed by him at Mount Taiyi. Now he is only sending Zhao Xuansu to his death.

Therefore, Ying Changqing's goal is to lure out the mastermind behind it all.

After hearing Ying Changqing's explanation, Nangong Pu She slowly released his twin swords and coldly snorted, "He's lucky."

At this moment, Nüying looked at Zhao Xuansu, who was pretending to be drowning and unconscious, and smiled slightly.

Then, he joked loudly, "Your Highness, look, there's a child over there. He was just screaming for help, but now he's fast asleep."

Ying Changqing looked at the mischievous Nv Ying and reached out to tap her forehead.

Then, unusually, she chimed in, "Yeah, youth is wonderful; you can sleep with someone whenever you want."

The sisters, Ehuang and Nüying, let out a silvery laugh.

Nangong Pushe couldn't help but laugh when he heard Ying Changqing's teasing.

The four walked past Zhao Xuansu, who was pretending to be unconscious, and continued to Yaoguang.

……

A long time passed.

Ying Changqing left without looking back.

Zhao Xuansu tried to remain calm, but her face changed, turning pale and then flushed.

"Damn it!"

"What do you mean 'it's good to be young'? You can just fall asleep the moment your head hits the pillow! I was clearly drowning and passed out!"

"Didn't they see it? A child fell into the water, and they didn't even try to save him!"

Zhao Xuansu stood in the water, looking completely unharmed.

Staring in the direction where Ying Changqing and the other three had disappeared, he suddenly slammed his palm into the water.

"Bang!"

The loud noise sent water splashing up.

"I'm so angry! I wanted to infiltrate their ranks and find an opportunity to launch a surprise attack."

"This prince of the Qin Empire is cold-blooded; he would rather die than help someone in distress."

"The only option is to find that eunuch and ambush him on Ying Changqing's road."

After saying that, Zhao Xuansu disappeared immediately.

Zhao Xuansu was unimportant; Ying Changqing quickly forgot about him.

We walked for a while.

I heard many people shouting, not for help, but for instructions.

"Hurry up! Speed ​​things up and reinforce the dikes, otherwise the breach will be delayed!"

"Fellow villagers, let's keep up the good work!"

"Our home is behind the Wei River; we have children and elderly people. We can't let the Wei River burst its banks!"

Ying Changqing looked in the direction of the sound.

On the high slope ahead stood an old man and a middle-aged man dressed in the official robes of the Qin Dynasty.

Completely ignoring the torrential rain, they directed hundreds of farmers, dressed in coarse cloth trousers, shirtless, and bent over by bamboo baskets, to shout encouraging words.

"Your Highness, are these Qin people building a dike?"

Ying Changqing looked at the hundreds of farmers in the heavy rain, who carried baskets of stones and soil from afar and dumped them on the Wei River embankment in front of them, and nodded slightly.

These farmers carried loads of sand and mud that almost bent their backs as they ran back and forth in the rain.

From beginning to end, no one stopped to rest.