My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! Chapter 1494 - It’s Fake

Chapter 1494: It’s Fake

The demon-masked man was not aware that he had already exposed his tracks, and he staggered to the Gale Woods with the Raksha Princess supporting him by the arm.
At this time, the people that had laid low earlier in the Gale Woods showed themselves. They quickly took out the clothes that had been prepared beforehand for the demon-masked man to change into.
The Raksha Princess’s eyes flickered, and she cupped her hands in a bow, saying, “We will leave separately. You guys enter the city, while I will first make a trip back to the Raksha Ghost Sect.”
After saying this, she swiftly departed.
Witnessing this, a woman in a white veil couldn’t help but grit her teeth and remark, “This woman becomes so freakin’ slippery the moment there’s trouble.”
“Forget it, let’s enter the city first.” The demon-masked man had changed into scholar’s attire, with a scholar’s headcovering wrapped around his head. His face looked normal, and it did not have much of an expression either.
Just as the group of people exited the woods, they heard the sounds of objects speeding through the air.
The scholarly man’s expression changed, and he shouted, “Run!”
Unfortunately, they had only taken several steps when Mo Lian, Duan Yue, and the rest swiftly surrounded them, blocking off all routes of retreat.
“Your Excellency the High Priest of Siming Manor, ha ha, it turns out that it really was an acquaintance,” Duan Yue snarked. He followed up by tossing the Jade Heavenly Thunder up and down in his hand before suddenly aiming for the other party. He declared with a smile, “You had best, not move!”
“Did you capture the crown prince consort?” Mo Lian interrogated coldly. “If you fess up honestly, I will grant you a quick death.”
“Everyone, is there some kind of misunderstanding?” The high priest revealed a faint smile on his scholarly face. “The crown prince consort? Uh, our Siming Manor is currently headed for the Mo Kingdom capital. We have not seen the crown prince consort.”
“Stop pretending, alright. We tailed you all the way here. Take out your demon mask! Hm?” Liang Qingqing put her hands on her hips as she taunted the high priest with a snort.
The high priest’s frail, scholarly face slowly turned sullen, and his face jerked as he started cackling darkly, “I truly have underestimated you young’uns!”
Wei Nanfeng brandished his fists and legs as he gave the high priest a mocking smile. “So it turns out that it is Your Excellency the High Priest of Siming Manor, one of the famous four great manors. Now can you tell us what organization exactly you are working for? Ah? Tell us. Let’s chat a bit.”
However, the high priest merely snorted, and he retreated backwards involuntarily. “You people think you can capture me?”
Just as he said this, Mo Lian’s fingers moved, and a fire spirit whip unfurled in the high priest’s direction…
Meanwhile, Qiao Mu was staring expressionlessly at Second Young Sir Qin through the transparent defensive boundary.
“Is your natural disposition so cold and detached? No, I remember that when I carried you out of that secret room, you had given me a very grateful look. At that time, you were not so indifferent and apathetic like you are right now.” Second Young Sir Qin propped his chin with one hand as he gazed absentmindedly at the girl in front of him. He seemed to have a lot, a lot, to say to her.
That strange dream—he would tentatively refer to it as his previous life.
Second Young Sir Qin, who had finished walking through this course of his previous life, found that coherent yet unusually sorrowful dream difficult to accept.
“Qiaoqiao, tell me, is that dream real? You stayed by my side for a full four years.”
“It’s fake.” Qiao Mu gazed at him coldly as she mocked, “Second Young Sir, you haven’t become so stupid that you can’t even distinguish between dream and reality, right.”