CHAPTER 1993: CHAPTER 1995

Ye Zi’an waved his hand, and the soldiers immediately parted to make way.

Meanwhile, Prince Le and his entourage began to retreat.

"What poison have I been given?"

The question was directed at Ye Zi’an, and perhaps really poisoned, his tone was less fierce.

"Poison with Soft Tendon Powder as its base, how many kinds could there be?"

Ye Zi’an chuckled, "I knew you would use Soft Tendon Powder, wasn’t I just waiting here for you?"

"Catching him today won’t do you any good." Ye Zi’an continued, "Your three thousand Imperial Army soldiers have long been subdued, and your West Mountain camp can’t stand against my uncle’s three hundred thousand troops."

Upon hearing this, Prince Le did not react aggressively, continuing to smile.

"I know you have a light cavalry from Great Qi and another made up of Great Zhou people hidden around the Capital City."

At first, Prince Le could remain calm, but when he heard about the light cavalry, his expression changed.

If Ye Zi’an could uncover these, he surely knew where they were hiding, and those two forces each only numbered three thousand.

That’s why that person named Luo had left, it was for the three hundred thousand troops; clearly, his men couldn’t stand against them.

"Heh, even so, you still can’t capture me!" Prince Le sneered, "In Prince Le’s Mansion, many officials’ families are trapped, and by 9 p.m to 11 p.m, if I can’t leave the palace, my people will set fire to the mansion. As far as I know, it’s not just the Eldest Princess and Second Princess inside but also several elder princess consorts of the royal family, and Prince Zhuang’s wife and children. Can you bear such a consequence if so many people die?"

"What do we do about cousin?" Luo Linhao, with reddened eyes, wished he could devour the opponent, it’s all because of him that he couldn’t even get married.

Ye Zi’an raised his hand slightly.

"There are less than two quarters of an hour until 9 p.m to 11 p.m."

"Let him go!"

Just then, Prince Zhuang rode in.

Upon hearing this, Ye Zi’an had no choice but to let Prince Le pass. He quickly escorted the Grand Emperor to the palace gate and seized a nearby soldier’s horse.

Just as he was mounting the horse, a barrage of arrows flew from all directions.

One arrow struck Prince Le’s arm, and seeing another arrow aimed at the Grand Emperor’s head, Prince Le yanked him aside.

"Baili Yan!" Prince Le shouted angrily, "You really don’t care if he lives or dies!"

Then he looked at the Grand Emperor, "Did you see that? Your most beloved son doesn’t care whether you live or die!"

"Baili Yan!" The Grand Emperor fumed, "How dare you order them to shoot arrows!"

"What should I do, Father Emperor?" Baili Yan said sternly, "If we let him go, it is the people of Great Zhou who will suffer in the future. Shouldn’t our Imperial Family of Baili sacrifice for the people?"

Such noble words meant nothing to Prince Le, who kicked the Grand Emperor off the horse and scattered a packet of poison powder.

The dark guards accompanying Prince Le also took out various life-saving weapons, and after a puff of smoke, only the sound of horse hooves could be heard.

"Chase them! Regardless of life or death!"

Prince Zhuang’s voice rang out, and Luo Linhao and Ye Zi’an led their men in pursuit toward each city gate.

Meanwhile, in Prince Le’s Mansion, the smoke was getting thicker, and the people inside were choking badly, some couldn’t bear it and rushed to bang on the door.

Before they could reach it, an arrow flew out, and a voice shouted from outside, "If anyone dares to approach the door again, I will lead the fire inside and let you taste the flavor of roasted flesh."

"Madam, should we try to break out?" Ye San whispered, "The guard at the corner is weaker, you handle the one on the tree with the silver thread, and I’ll take care of the two on the left."