The third prince put aside the book in his hand, picked up a cup of tea and handed it to Chi Yao.

Chi Yao bent down slightly to take the cup of tea and took a sip gently.

The third prince, who saw her drinking, laughed and called for someone to take her down.

Chi Yao, who was taken down, quietly tidied up her wet sleeves, so that no one could notice anything wrong.

The road that took her to the road became more and more deviant, and the people passing by also looked at her numbly.

At last they stopped at a dilapidated tent, which was full of people, the old, the sick, and the disabled, working there.

"County Lord, please be wronged here, after all, we are short of supplies."

The person leading the way in front turned around and said ill-intentionedly.

Chi Yao took a deep breath, didn't say anything, walked in calmly, and gently shook the chain in his hand.

"Smack!"

The sound of shattering resounded throughout the mansion, and smashed objects were scattered everywhere, and a group of guards knelt on top of the debris.

And the person on the throne played with the teacup in his hand uncertainly, and looked down at these people with indifferent eyes.

"Did you find someone?"

The people below trembled, and no one dared to answer, even if it was difficult to kneel on the ground, no one dared to get up and respond.

Nineteen muttered his lips, tried his best to stabilize his trembling voice, and resisted the fear in his heart and said, "Back to the Lord, not yet." ”

Before Nineteen could finish speaking, the teacup in Rong Li's hand had already flown out and smashed on her head.

"Smack", the teacup shattered, and the blood on her forehead ran down her sideburns.

At this time, a person walked in outside the door, and it turned out to be the person who was waiting in the mansion that day.

"Childe, don't worry, there's news from Miss Chi."

The man's name is Yu Nan, and he is the person next to Rong Li's mother, who has been secretly supporting him and taking care of his affairs in Rong Guo.

Yu Nan soothed Rong Li's emotions while making his eyes look at the kneeling people to let them out.

"An old man who sells carved dolls said that when he was about to close the stall and go home, he saw Miss Chi being knocked unconscious by a man and taken away."

"How can he be sure it's Yaoyao?"

Rong Li's eyes were red, and the uneasy emotion made his hands bruise, and he asked with the last shred of reason.

He said that Miss Chi had asked him to carve a doll, and he couldn't forget her appearance.

"Keep looking for me! I'll use that thing too! ”

"But..."

Rong Li's scarlet eyes looked at him indifferently, but they were filled with a penetrating chill that made people shudder.

"Yes!"

Yu Nan reacted quickly, then retreated, leaving Rong Li alone in this messy room.

Rong Li supported his forehead with his hand, and couldn't help but let out a chuckle, that kind of laughter was filled with despair and uneasiness, as if something was broken, and he could only hear his helpless voice shouting Yaoyao over and over again.

I put this last shred of longing in this repeated prayer, hoping to wait for the salvation of the Light again.

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And Chi Yao changed into a simple set of clothes, after all, living in this place, clothes that are too unsocial sometimes attract unnecessary trouble.

She looked at the old, weak, sick and disabled people involved in the war in front of her, and frowned.

A little boy walked past her with a wooden barrel, the size of which made it difficult for him to control his strength, and he accidentally fell to the ground, and the water in the bucket fell low.

Before Chi Yao could help him up, a middle-aged man on the other side saw it and waved it at him with a short whip.