“Young Master, Young Master.”
Ji Lian tiptoed from the window into the house and whispered, “I’ve driven away the guard at the side door, and I’ll find a way to stall the men outside. Hurry, run away as far as you can. You should stay away from this horrible Duke’s mansion and never come back.”
“There’s no escape.” Ye Yunting sat in the inner room, brushing his fingers over the red clothes with intricate embroidery, and raised his eyes to look at the anxious-looking servant1. “The guards you drove away were just the people on the surface.”