vrcanaries Chapter 442 Meng Ze Arrives in the Great Jin Dynasty (Bonus Chapter)
Chapter 442 Meng Ze Arrives in the Great Jin Dynasty (Bonus Chapter)
Intermittent shouts, footsteps, and the metallic clang of clashing weapons rapidly approached.
Meng Ze's eyes turned cold, and his subordinates immediately became alert, placing their hands on their weapons and whispering, "Master, the soldiers in the city are searching! And they're searching every room!"
The air suddenly froze.
Meng Ze frowned slightly, his eyes calm and collected as he pondered his escape route.
The subordinates quickly approached the window, preparing to escape through the backyard.
However, before they could make a move, a loud bang suddenly came from outside the door—
"boom!"
The door cracked open, and a group of soldiers kicked it open violently, their swords drawn, gleaming coldly.
The situation inside the room suddenly became extremely tense.
The soldiers who entered glanced around the room.
Soon, their gaze fell on a person inside the room who had his back to them.
The officers and soldiers exchanged glances, finding it somewhat strange.
The leading soldier immediately shouted in a cold voice, "Turn around!"
The room was silent. After a few breaths, Meng Ze slowly turned around.
The firelight revealed the face of an extremely ordinary young man, with plain features and an ordinary demeanor.
The officers and soldiers stared at him for a moment, confirming that he was not the person they were looking for.
The leading sergeant snorted and waved his hand in acknowledgment.
The officers and soldiers quickly left the room and went to search other places.
The room became quiet again.
Once the soldiers had gone far away, the atmosphere in the room finally relaxed.
The subordinate beside him immediately breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Fortunately, our master had the foresight to put on a human skin mask when he first entered the Great Jin Dynasty, otherwise we would have had a hard time escaping today."
Meng Ze did not answer, but turned to ask, "How much longer until we reach the capital?"
"We will arrive in two more days."
Meng Ze listened and nodded.
The candlelight flickered in the room, illuminating his calm and stern profile.
In the capital city of Daliang.
The Third Prince leaned back in his sandalwood chair, toying with a warm, smooth jade pendant in his hand, his eyes slightly darkened.
"Meng Ze is sick? Really?"
The subordinate bowed and reported, "Your Highness, I don't know. But Meng Ze certainly didn't attend court."
The Third Prince paused, "Have you sent anyone to the Meng residence to investigate?"
The subordinate bowed his head and replied, "Not yet."
Meng House.
The gatekeeper rushed in, his expression flustered, and reported, "The Third Prince's men request an audience."
Upon hearing this, some panic arose within the Meng residence.
After all, the master isn't here...
They didn't know what the Third Prince wanted to do.
Meng Ze, who was sitting in the hall, looked slightly somber and raised his hand to stop the panic among the crowd.
He said coldly, "Stay calm, don't give anything away. Let them in."
The gatekeeper responded and left.
Before long, the Third Prince's men, accompanied by their entourage, entered the inner courtyard of the Meng residence.
Behind the crowd, a young man in gray was hidden among his entourage, his head down.
He was tall and slender, and was none other than the Third Prince in disguise.
He hid in the crowd, his sharp eyes peering through the brim of his hat, fixed on "Meng Ze" on the couch.
Meng Ze was seen weakly leaning against the bed, his face pale and his breathing slightly disordered. He seemed to be very ill, barely managing to deal with outsiders.
The third prince stared at him intently for a while.
He suddenly let out a cold laugh, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes.
This "Meng Ze" is fake.
Although the expression was imitated well, there were many flaws in the details.
His posture was stiff, his eyes were unfocused, and he lacked Meng Ze's usual sharp and cold demeanor.
He might be able to fool others, but he had been with Meng Ze for ten years.
This little trick won't fool him.
In the Third Prince’s Palace.
The incense burner in the study emitted wisps of smoke, creating a solemn atmosphere.
"What? Your Highness, you're saying that Meng Ze is a fake?"
The Third Prince sat in the main seat, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest, his expression cold and indifferent.
He said with certainty, "It's fake. The real Meng Ze is probably no longer in Daliang."
The subordinates listened intently, not daring to interrupt.
The Third Prince narrowed his eyes and analyzed in a low voice.
“Meng Ze is cautious by nature and never easily shows weakness. If he is really sick, he will only stay at home to recuperate, rather than deliberately finding a substitute to appear in public.”
"There's only one explanation for him using a body double."
"In order to avoid being noticed and prevent anyone from discovering his true intentions, he wanted to leave quietly."
The Third Prince narrowed his eyes, his tone growing even colder: "Given Meng Ze's nature, he would never act rashly unless it is something extremely important."
"Meng Ze has probably realized that his background is unusual, and it is very likely that he is in a hurry to leave Daliang and go to Dajin in order to find out the truth."
His tone was calm, yet it carried a hidden sense of pressure.
At this point, the Third Prince's gaze darkened, and he suddenly asked, "Where is Chu Yi? Have you heard anything from him lately?"
The subordinate quickly replied, "Your Highness, not yet."
The Third Prince frowned slightly, and the coldness in his eyes intensified.
He coldly ordered, "Contact Chu Yi immediately."
"Tell him to investigate Meng Ze's background as soon as possible, at all costs, and to find out the truth before Meng Ze does!"
"Once I have a good understanding of Meng Ze's background, I can strike first and avoid being on the defensive."