Sun Wuji reached out to snatch it. Seeing that the big pork knuckle was about to be taken away, Ye Shuangxue bared her little teeth fiercely and pounced on it, biting off a chunk.
Master and disciple refused to give way to each other.
Sun Wuji was almost on the verge of tears. In the past, he always had food all to himself. Ever since this little demon showed up, he didn’t even get a share of the good stuff.
“Leave me a bite at least…” Sun Wuji pleaded pitifully.
Ye Yunting glanced at them, already used to this kind of interaction between the two, then lowered his gaze to look beneath the rooftop.
The night was pitch-black like ink, but inside the City Lord’s residence it was as bright as day. The snow had been completely cleared away, and teams of guards stood in neat formation, patrolling everywhere.
On the rooftop, the north wind howled.
But inside, laughter and cheerful chatter filled the air, as if the world outside the city had no effect on them at all.
A gust of cold wind blew over. Ye Yunting couldn’t help but shiver. Shrinking his neck, he said, “I’m full. When are we going home?”
“And keep your voices down—what if we attract the guards?”
Hearing her elder brother’s words, Ye Shuangxue finally let go.
“Hmph!” Sun Wuji pouted and snorted at his ungrateful little disciple before continuing to gnaw on the pork knuckle.
Xiao Jiang had two streams of snot hanging from his nose, holding delicious food in both hands. Beaming with delight, he looked up at Sun Wuji. “Grandpa Sun, I’m coming again tomorrow.”
After saying that, Xiao Jiang sniffed loudly.
In the next second, two clear streams of snot slipped out again.
Seeing Xiao Jiang’s silly and adorable appearance, Sun Wuji laughed in satisfaction. “Good boy! Now you know how capable Grandpa Sun is, right?”
“There’s not just food here—you can even watch singing and dancing.”
Seeing the three little ones staring at him, Sun Wuji shifted a roof tile under his feet. Candlelight from inside spilled out through the gap, the warm yellow glow reflecting on his face. He looked at the children and said, “Want to take a look?”
Curious, Ye Shuangxue stretched her head forward to peek inside.
Inside the room—
A group of women dressed in light gauzy skirts, their figures graceful and alluring, danced elegantly to the music.
On both sides of the hall sat two rows of men, varying in age and attire. They chatted and laughed, drank wine, and teased the young women beside them, making the girls blush shyly one after another.
“I want to see too.” Xiao Jiang leaned in curiously, but the next second he quickly covered his eyes with both hands. “Can’t look, can’t look…”
“The big sisters aren’t wearing clothes. I’m a man—I won’t look!”
“Hahaha…” Seeing Xiao Jiang’s comical reaction, Sun Wuji burst out laughing.
“With this avalanche, who knows if it’ll spread into the city?” someone inside suddenly said.
Immediately, another person added, “The women of my Ma family have already gone to Lingyang City. I’ll set off tomorrow morning as well. If we stay here any longer, I’m afraid we might lose our lives.”
“Exactly. As long as you’ve got connections up top, who would stay in this lousy place?”
“City Lord Xiao, the imperial capital is planning to go to war with Great Zhou. Your Sifang City will be the only battlefield—if you don’t leave now, when will you?”
“Exactly!”
A group of people murmured among themselves.
Listening to their conversation, Ye Yunting’s gaze grew serious.
“City Lord, something’s happened in the kitchen!” someone cried out tearfully.
The room suddenly fell silent.
Ye Yunting looked at Sun Wuji and Ye Shuangxue, who were staring at each other wide-eyed, and a bad feeling surged in his heart. Then he heard a middle-aged woman crying:
“Tonight the kitchen felt like it was haunted. I… the dishes I cooked all disappeared.”
“At first, I thought the servers had taken them away, but then more and more people came urging for food, and that’s when I realized something was wrong. City Lord, I swear I didn’t slack off—everyone saw me cooking, but the dishes just vanished into thin air.”
Vanished into thin air?
Xiao Haoyang felt it was absurd. Was something this trivial really worth bringing before him?
His face turned cold, just as he was about to scold them—
“Pa da!” — a light sound rang out.
Xiao Haoyang looked up, only to see a small piece of bone fall from above. It hit the ground and bounced twice.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
The mansion guards inside quickly drew their sabers and surrounded Xiao Haoyang. Realizing what was happening, Xiao Haoyang shouted, “There’s someone on the roof! Notify all guards to gather at the banquet hall immediately!”
For a moment, panic spread through the room.
Everyone felt endangered.
The crowd fell into chaos.
Under heavy protection, Xiao Haoyang slowly moved outside.
At this moment, Sun Wuji—already aware that they had alerted the enemy—was leaping across rooftops with the three children. In the dark night wind, he held one child in each arm and carried another on his head. His speed was so terrifying it left people stunned.
“What… what is that?!”
Someone cried out in fear. Following the direction of the pointing finger, everyone saw—in the darkness—a monstrous figure with three heads and six arms flying forward as if it had wings.
The creature had a burly body, three heads and six arms, and could even speak human language—while letting out the cries of children.
Xiao Haoyang’s face turned pale with shock.
At that speed, if it truly wanted to kill him, it would be effortless. These useless guards were nothing but decoration.
And this avalanche… could it also be related to that monster?
With war looming above, and all these causes and consequences tangled together, Xiao Haoyang felt that even with nine lives, he wouldn’t survive in Sifang City.
“Leave—we must leave!”
He shouted at his subordinates. That very night, the City Lord’s Mansion fell into complete chaos.
…
Meanwhile—
Shangguan Ning’er seized the opportunity to slip into the city.
Sifang City was largely unaffected by the avalanche. Everything in the city remained orderly. After asking around for the location of the hot pot restaurant, Shangguan Ning’er felt both excited and nervous, quickening her pace toward Ye Tian’s hot pot shop.
By the time she arrived, the restaurant was completely dark.
She quietly snuck inside. There wasn’t a single person.
Neither the prince nor the princesses were there.
Ye Tian had gone out with others—so where could the three children have gone?
Could it be… that Ye Tian had sold them again?
At that thought, Shangguan Ning’er’s face filled with anger. When she saw Ye Tian, she would definitely teach that bastard a lesson and make him regret being born.
“I’m exhausted!”
A voice suddenly came from outside. Shangguan Ning’er immediately flashed up and hid on the rooftop.
Creaaak! — the sound of a door closing.
Then a soft, childish voice said, “That scared me to death.”
“I almost fell just now.”
“Second Sister, let’s hurry and wash up and sleep. If Ye Tian finds out we sneaked out to steal food, he’ll definitely get angry.”
“What’s there to be angry about? It didn’t cost money, and we didn’t even have to cook…” Sun Wuji narrowed his eyes, scanning the surroundings before his gaze landed precisely on where Shangguan Ning’er was hiding.
Steal food?
Hearing the children’s conversation, Shangguan Ning’er gritted her teeth in anger. So this is how Ye Tian educates the prince and princesses? That bastard…
She raised her head slightly. In the courtyard stood an old man with graying hair, with three children beside him. The three were about the same height, looking around four or five years old. Triplets were extremely rare in the world—these must be the little princes.
Looking at their tiny figures, Shangguan Ning’er was overwhelmed with excitement.
Soon—very soon—she would bring them back to His Majesty.
Very soon, these little ones would escape their suffering and finally live good lives.
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