Better to live it up, indulging in pleasure and be a flamboyant ghost. That way, they would have come out ahead.
After all, this was the Emperor's...
But someone that commoners like them would rarely see in a hundred years.
Thinking that such a noble person would be pleasuring them soon, the few men instantly threw caution to the wind, forgetting their own lives.
Meanwhile.
An Xun also sensed that something was amiss. As he leaped onto the roof, intending to lift a tile to check the situation below.
Suddenly, a sack was thrown over his head. An Xun's vision went black. Just as he was about to fight back, he felt a sharp pain on the back of his neck, and then his eyes closed as he fainted.
An Xun: ...
System: ... So, people shouldn't stand too high up; it's easy to get ambushed with a sack, and also easy to get hit.
The guards glanced at An Xun, who had fallen to the ground with a sack still over his head, and then at Ming Li, who was holding a folding fan and playing with it. They asked, "Your Highness, how should we deal with this person?"
Ming Li thought for a moment and said, "Throw him out of the manor, far away."
Lan San glanced at Ming Li's emotionless eyes and tentatively asked, "Throw him alive, or dead?"
Ming Li's lips twitched slightly. He looked at the guard and asked, "You want to throw him dead?"
Lan San: "As Your Highness commands."
Ming Li: "Throw him alive, then."
Lan San: "Your subordinate accepts the order and will attend to it now."
Saying that, he picked up An Xun and left.
...
The next morning.
A misty rain was falling from the sky.
On a haystack in a dilapidated temple, Qin Zhanhan, whose clothes were in disarray, woke up.
Qin Zhanhan groggily opened his eyes and felt uncomfortable all over, sensing that something was strange.
As usual, Qin Zhanhan opened his mouth and called out, "Someone, help me get dressed."
One second...
Two seconds...
Three seconds...
No one responded to Qin Zhanhan. An awkward silence filled the air.
Qin Zhanhan frowned and was about to get angry.
He was just about to order the maids on duty to be dragged out and given fifty lashes.
However, as soon as he moved, Qin Zhanhan realized the gravity of the situation.
Why was a certain part of him in so much pain?
Why had his dragon bed become so hard?
Why did he feel sore and weak all over, as if his bones were falling apart?
The more Qin Zhanhan thought about it, the more something felt wrong.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew.
Qin Zhanhan shivered violently and instantly came to his senses.
His gaze swept around the surroundings, and a murderous intent flashed in Qin Zhanhan's eyes.
He then looked at himself and Qin Zhanhan: ...?!
He wanted to kill even more.
Qin Zhanhan pursed his lips tightly, his eyes brimming with murderous intent. He punched the crumbling wall beside him fiercely, and the wall instantly developed a stone pit from his blow.
Then, with a loud "boom!" sound, it completed its final duty, burying Qin Zhanhan in the pile of stones.
Qin Zhanhan: ...
His eyes were filled with a dark gloom. If looks could kill, he could raze an entire city right now.
The system, watching the scene unfold on the system display screen from within the system space, twitched its lips. It thought, when people are unlucky, even walls bully them.
...
On the other side.
In the desolate mountains on the outskirts of the capital, a person who was wrapped up like a mummy and hung upside down from a tree also opened his eyes. As soon as An Xun opened his eyes, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck.
As he recalled what had happened last night, An Xun instantly had a bad premonition.