My system is three thousand years ahead of time.

Cheng Guang originally thought that Song Yunqi and other secret guards would report his every move to Cheng Zhihai, but he didn't expect that they would just record it in a book and put it in the library.

Perhaps Cheng Zhihai would occasionally call Song Yunqi and others to ask about his own affairs, but most of them should know Cheng Guang's recent whereabouts through the book.

This can be regarded as an unexpected surprise.

"Prince, do you want to prevent the director from knowing your whereabouts?"

Song Yunqi, who was standing aside, finished speaking and saw Cheng Guang was silent, frowning and thinking, and he suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Song Yunqi was a smart man. He knew that Cheng Guang was the prince after all. Even if his cultivation strength was strong, the prince's status and position were far beyond his reach.

Even if the director asked him and others to follow the prince for the sake of his safety, the prince himself probably didn't want his every move to be known by the director.

No one wants to live under the surveillance of others.

Not to mention the noble prince.

Song Yunqi understood almost instantly why Cheng Guang asked him to come out.

His delicate thoughts formed a huge contrast with his tough and rough face.

"So, what are you going to do?"

Cheng Guang raised his eyes and looked at Song Yunqi. He did not admit it directly, nor did he deny it directly. He just asked it back, which brought great pressure to Song Yunqi.

At this moment, Song Yunqi seemed to be facing Cheng Zhihai.

After a moment of silence, Song Yunqi lowered his head very simply and replied:

"Prince, although we are secret guards, we are also servants of the Zhenguogong Mansion. The duties of the Lighting Department are important, but we still have to listen to your opinions."

"We will no longer record the words and deeds of the prince. If the director asks about it, we will also inform the prince in advance. It's just... for the safety of the prince, you can't leave Kyoto. I hope the prince can understand this."

Song Yunqi recognized it very well. As a guard beside the prince, the only person he couldn't offend was the prince himself.

What's more, the prince is the only heir to the Zhenguogong Mansion. In the future, the one million Northern Expedition troops and the Lighting Bureau in the boundary battlefield may all be controlled by him alone.

Facing such a powerful nobleman, he couldn't even please him. How could he offend the prince because of such a small matter?

Cheng Guang nodded slightly. Things went smoothly beyond his imagination.

He originally thought that the guards who secretly protected him were all stubborn.

It would take more effort to convince them not to report their every move to Cheng Zhihai.

But he didn't expect it.

Song Yunqi was surprisingly understanding and didn't let him waste any words.

It seems that the identity of the prince has brought him great convenience.

The real prince in the past had never practiced, and perhaps didn't know how many guards were hidden around him. Otherwise, he would have subdued the guards in secret long ago.

After all, no one wants to live under the surveillance of others.

Even if that person is the parent who loves him the most.

Cheng Guang waved his hand, "Okay, that's enough, you're not bad, go ahead."

Song Yunqi was relieved as if he had been pardoned. After bowing again, he disappeared in a flash.

After Song Yunqi left, Cheng Guang sat on the stone bench, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of tea.

He closed his eyes and let the aroma of the tea spread in his mouth.

The layout he had made in the past few days finally paid off.

Next, he had to wait to find the real prince.

Cheng Guang closed his eyes slightly, rubbed his eyebrows gently, and thought about how to take each step next, and what he should do if an unexpected situation occurred.

The more contingency plans, the better.

At least Cheng Guang himself would not be at a loss when encountering an emergency.

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Tianping Village, not far from Bailu Village, outside Kyoto.

In a corner of the field in the village, a beggar was sitting.

His clothes were tattered, full of patches, and dull in color. His long hair had not been combed for a long time, tangled into dirty ropes, draped over his shoulders.

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His beard was messy, like a bunch of weeds, forming a sharp contrast with his clothes.

But his eyes were brighter than a beggar's, and seemed to contain a nobleness that was difficult to conceal.

"Old Deng, Old Deng, why don't you come back? If you don't come back, I will starve to death."

He looked at the sky, staring, his lips were cracked, and his voice was hoarse.

"Liunian, you bastard, let me, an old man, steal sweet potatoes, and you are waiting here to eat alone, right?"

An old man ran over at this time, and heard the young man mumbling, and he was so angry that he almost jumped.

The old man was in ragged clothes, with a haggard face, deep-set eyes, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and gray and messy hair, giving people a sense of being dirty and uncombed for a long time.

His hands were bony, and he was holding several huge sweet potatoes in his arms.

The young man, who was called Liunian by the old man, sat up at once when he heard the old man's voice, snatched the sweet potatoes from the old man's arms, started a fire, and roasted the sweet potatoes.

While roasting, he stared at the burning fire and swallowed his saliva.

"I'm not saying anything bad about you, old Deng, how could I, a prince of the Zhenguogong Mansion, steal sweet potatoes."

"If you help me steal a few sweet potatoes now, I will give you a few mountains of gold and silver in the future, and marry you ten beautiful wives, and you will enjoy it."

After hearing what the young man said, Old Deng couldn't hold back his smile and laughed, "You? The prince of the Duke of Zhenguo Mansion?"

"What do you think of the prince of the Duke of Zhenguo Mansion?"

The young man's mouth twitched slightly, and his face darkened immediately. There was indeed nothing on him that could prove that he was the prince.

Speechless, he turned his head away immediately, not wanting to talk to this old man anymore.

Old Deng sat leisurely beside the young man and said earnestly: "You, don't have those unrealistic daydreams. If you were the prince of the Duke of Zhenguo, I would be the emperor."

"You don't know, I just passed by a family in Tianping Village. It seems that someone in that family works as a guard in the Duke of Zhenguo. I heard that he was appreciated by the prince of the Duke of Zhenguo and promoted to a personal guard."

"The prince of the Duke of Zhenguo has made a lot of names in Kyoto recently. He wrote poems for ages in Wanhua Tower and assisted the Lighting Division in capturing the fox girl of the demon clan. Look at him, that's the real prince of the Duke of Zhenguo."

When Old Deng finished speaking, the young man was stunned for a moment, "Ah? That prince... did so many things?"

Old Deng picked up a branch beside him, broke it, threw it into the fire, and flipped the sweet potato a few times.

"Yes, the prince lives a life of luxury and enjoys the company of courtesans. His every move attracts the attention of the entire capital. That's what a prince is. What about you?"

"Following an old man like me, I'm satisfied with stealing a few sweet potatoes from the fields."

"You're too shabby to be called a prince."

After Old Deng finished speaking, the young man's face had become quite ugly.

An indescribable anger filled his brows.

His heart was in turmoil because of Old Deng's words.

"What Old Deng said was done by my groom?"

"That shouldn't be the case. How could that groom leave the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion? My father would never agree to my leaving the Duke of Zhenguo."

"Besides, when my father treated my injuries, he would definitely find out that my stand-in was a fake. Logically, my father would have slapped the groom to death a long time ago, and he should have sent someone to look for me now..."

"But...it's been so long, and there's no movement."

"Could there be an accident in the mansion...?"

"So much so that...it's still not discovered that the groom is my stand-in?"

The young man muttered to himself.

I couldn't figure it out for a while.

What kind of accident happened that made the groom not reveal his identity for so long?

It was even more so that my father could allow the groom to leave the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion.

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