Meng Qianqian stared fixedly at the carriage from which no one had stepped out yet. With the token given by the Supreme Emperor, she hoped their luck wouldn't run out.
Inside the carriage, a truly bizarre scene was unfolding.
The sword of the Imperial Guard was pointed at Lu Yuan. Lu Yuan was so weak that he lay slumped beside a man dressed in lavish clothes, bearing the air of nobility, as if he had fainted.
The Imperial Guard searched Lu Yuan's body: "No weapons, no hidden tools. Is he really an assassin?"
What kind of assassin was this useless—a single fall could knock him out?
The Imperial Guard checked Lu Yuan's breathing: "Still alive."
"Take him to the dungeon."
"Understood!"
The Imperial Guard was about to tie Lu Yuan up tightly when Lu Yuan "groggily" woke up, his eyes barely opening, and spoke weakly to the man beside him:
"Is it you?"
The man looked suspiciously at Lu Yuan: "You know me?"
Lu Yuan grabbed the hem of his garment: "I'm your long-lost son…"
