Chapter 112: Life 62, Age 143, Martial Master 1
During the carriage ride, I considered what was about to happen. No matter what the fallout was, my death was guaranteed. I had to prepare for what would happen next.
I emptied my storage space of almost everything. All I kept was a small jade bottle with two poison pills inside, Emperor Li’s coin, and the small bag of seeds SuYin had given me. Each item was tucked into a separate corner of the space, allowing just enough room for me to then place the spherical-shaped seed of the Cold Mountain Fire within.
We arrived at the capital city late in the day, but the prince didn’t even consider resting. He quickly rushed us all deep into the palace complex.
At a large intersection, a team of guards was stopping a small horde of people from entering a blocked-off corridor. The prince advanced and spoke to their leader.
“Guardsman, I am Prince CaoHan, I request entry into the ancestor’s chambers.”
The guard smirked. “You may enter, Prince CaoHan, but none of your… followers are allowed to join you.”
The prince’s upper lip curled in a snarl. “Steward Fang will attend me.”
“That will not happen. You–” the guard was about to laugh, but his voice quickly cut out. A moment later, he looked at me. “Steward Fang, you may enter.”
I bowed my head to the guard and followed after the prince. I was to be a servant here, not a chancellor.