Just such a small episode finally made the shameless Prince stop pestering Shen Xihe, and they soon arrived at a house where King Xun was imprisoned.
The house looked extremely ordinary, and it was the residence of ordinary people in Kyoto. Shen Xihe then remembered that the carriage was also very ordinary. They entered. Shen Xihe knew a little about Qimen Dunjia and could see that there was a formation set up in the yard.
"Princess, remember my steps." Xiao Huayong reminded.
Mo Yu and Zhenzhu were waiting at the entrance. Candlelight flickered in the yard. Shen Xihe watched carefully and followed Xiao Huayong into the room. He went to the bedroom, opened the secret room, and went down to the secret room. In the secret room, there was a young man with a sword standing upright, like a terracotta warrior.
Shen Xihe finally met King Xun, who was as famous as her father. He was locked in heavy shackles, and his hands were tied with thick iron chains. His hair was a little disheveled, and his body was clean and tidy, but his face was extremely pale, and his lips were a terrifying purple.
"Uncle." Xiao Huayong called softly, with a hint of respect in his tone.
As soon as Xiao Huayong appeared, Prince Xun stared at him. He had been "dead" for ten years, and his majesty's princes had all forgotten what he looked like. Moreover, the child looked different every day, so he really couldn't tell who Xiao Huayong was for a moment.
"Your Highness is even better than my master. You are so amazing." King Xun's voice was a little weak and strained, but he did not reveal any weakness.
King Xun glanced at Shen Xihe again. Even though Shen Xihe had a stunning face, King Xun only glanced at her and then looked away. There was not even a trace of amazement in his eyes. At his age, beauty was meaningless.
"Uncle, you should know why your nephew wants to capture you." Xiao Huayong did not reveal his identity.
Prince Xun chuckled and said, "Your Highness, don't bother. I won't tell you a word of what you want to know."
"Uncle, you don't even want to listen to what your nephew has promised you?" Xiao Huayong didn't show any anger at all.
King Xun: "No matter what, you will not let me leave this place alive."
"My nephew believes that my uncle is not a naive person." Xiao Huayong's eyes were light, "If my uncle sees my nephew, how can he survive?"
"If that's the case, why bother saying more?"
Xiao Huayong: "Why did uncle take the risk to go to Beijing?"
The eyes of King Xun, who had remained indifferent, flashed.
"My great-aunt won't live long. As your nephew, I can let my uncle see her off for the last time as a token of filial piety." Xiao Huayong said.
Prince Xun was expressionless and absent-minded for a moment, then a helpless and mocking smile appeared on his face: "Your Highness, I have already met my mother and said goodbye to her. Your Highness does not need to waste your thoughts. If you consider that we are blood relatives, it is worth it to give me a quick death. You can call me uncle."
"Uncle, why are you so stubborn?" Xiao Huayong turned his head to look at him.
King Xun just lowered his head and said nothing more.
"Your Highness, are you worried about Prince Xun's Mansion?" Shen Xihe suddenly asked. Prince Xun raised his head and stared at Shen Xihe with a sharp gaze.
Shen Xihe still looked calm: "The prince is worried. We know about the private army. If there is any unusual movement, His Majesty will definitely know that it was the prince who leaked the news, which will definitely be detrimental to Xun Palace."
"Who are you?" asked King Xun.