The Bodyguard King’s CEO Wife Chapter 1737: Delivering a Message

"Xue San has a point. If Mi Wen really made a move on Sister-in-law, that would be a bit too rash. Besides, Old Ye would completely fall out with her. Mi Wen is a smart woman; she wouldn’t make such a mutual-destruction kind of decision." Shangguan Jian analyzed.

"You can’t really say that. That crazy woman is not only insane, but vicious to the core. Once she turns on someone, she doesn’t recognize anyone anymore." Man Cang grumbled. "If she goes crazy again, who knows what she’ll decide to do."

"You’re both making sense." Xue San waved his hand. Mi Wen was like she had a split personality. Sometimes, she was terrifyingly calm, with flawless logic, but sometimes she was like a hysterical lunatic, doing things purely on impulse, with no plan and no regard for consequences, leaving people baffled.

"Anyway, we should speed up the work. The sooner we dig the tunnel through, the sooner we can get Sister-in-law out. Otherwise, if one day Mi Wen has another fit, Sister-in-law will be in trouble." Shangguan Jian suggested.

"Shangguan’s right."

The next day.

Xue San went to the dungeon as usual. He’d been coming for over a week. Although it hadn’t been long, he’d already blended in with the prison guards. The dungeon was a critical place that needed special watch. But precisely because the defenses here were so tight, with over a thousand soldiers guarding the outer perimeter, the inside was relatively safer. The new prison guards were diligent at first, but after a while they realized no one was coming to break anyone out, so naturally they relaxed.

"Old Wu, what on earth is going on over there?" A group of prison guards drank and ate meat while chatting idly. Xue San casually pointed at He Linghan’s cell.

"Why do all those people have deadpan faces? They don’t even smile, just stand there every day, not eating or drinking."

"You mean them? Let me tell you, with the other prisoners here you can joke around all you like—they’re not breaking out anyway. But that cell is the only exception. You’d better not even get close. The farther you stay away, the better." The man Xue San called "Old Wu" was the leader responsible for this area. Counting Xue San, he managed thirty prison guards under him.

"Why?" Xue San asked, putting on a curious look.

"I’ll tell you. Those people aren’t ordinary. They’re the Lord’s personal guards, all of them tough customers. If it came to a fight, four or five of them could put all thirty of us in this room on the ground."

"Really? That impressive?" Xue San wore an astonished expression. If he were in modern times, he really should have been an actor.

"Of course. If they weren’t that good, how could they be the Lord’s personal guards? And as for what you said about them not eating or drinking, that’s a bit exaggerated." Old Wu took a sip of wine and explained slowly. "It’s not that they don’t eat; they just don’t eat with us. Their food is all sent from the palace. And they work in shifts—two groups taking turns."

"So that’s how it is. If the Lord’s personal guards are in charge of watching over that cell, whoever’s inside must be a big shot."

"You bet. That room is sealed, with a vent connected to above. There’s not even a window, only one door. Every day, palace maids are the ones who bring the meals. Very mysterious."

"Do you know who’s inside?" Xue San pressed on.

"That I don’t know. But judging from the clothes, it should be a woman. I heard it even involves some major court affair." Old Wu waved his hand impatiently.

"You’d better not pry too much. Know too much, and you might end up dead."

"Got it, I won’t ask. Come on, come on, let’s keep drinking." Xue San said repeatedly.

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The next day.

Xue San asked Old Wu for a day off. He quietly lay on a rooftop in the marketplace and waited until noon. Finally, he heard the sound of hoofbeats.

"Carriage from the palace, make way!"

"Quick, clear the way."

At the front was a carriage, followed by a dozen palace maids and attendants carrying wooden boxes, which should be the meals for He Linghan. According to Old Wu, He Linghan’s food was all sent from the palace, and from the palace to the dungeon, they had to pass through the marketplace. Given the current situation, if he wanted to get into He Linghan’s cell, he could only make his move from this angle.

Xue San took a "treasure" out of his pocket. If Ye Shikai were there, he would have recognized it immediately—it was a modern military binocular. It was something Ye Shikai had given him in the past. To someone from ancient times, this vision-magnifying device counted as quite a strange artifact. So when they were being chased by the Qin Army, he had thrown away even the dagger he carried, but kept this.

Xue San held the binoculars and scanned the crowd. At last, he spotted something that delighted him.

"You in front, move it!" The leading officer brandished his sword to intimidate people, and the commoners hurried out of the way. Xue San took out a crossbow and aimed at the horse’s hind leg.

Whoosh.

The arrow pierced the horse’s leg. The horse instantly lost control, rearing up with a long neigh. Everyone was startled. The frightened carriage then shot forward, knocking over all the vegetable stalls in the market. The commoners scattered, and chaos erupted.

Xue San quietly climbed down from the roof and slipped closer to the palace maids. Taking advantage of a moment when no one around was paying attention, he suddenly rushed up, clapped a hand over one maid’s mouth, and dragged her into a secluded corner.

"Mmm, mmm!"

"Alright, stop yelling. Do you remember who I am?" Once they were in the corner and he saw no one had noticed, Xue San finally let go of the palace maid in front of him.

"You’re..."

"Hehua, what’s wrong with your brain? You can’t even recognize me? I’m Xue San, I’ve been to the Ye Mansion before." Seeing this, Xue San didn’t waste time and went straight to the point. The palace maid before him was none other than He Linghan’s personal maid, Hehua.

"Oh, it’s Xue San. I thought you... died in battle. How..."

"That’s a long story. I’ll explain later." Time was tight, and Xue San didn’t bother circling around.

"You’re bringing food to Sister-in-law, right?"

"Yes. After Madam was put under house arrest alone by Mi Wen, I wanted to go take care of her, but she wouldn’t allow it. She only lets me lead the palace maids to deliver dishes." Hehua explained.

"Alright then, let me ask you this: if I have a way to get Mr. Ye and Sister-in-law out, are you willing to help me?"

"What? Is that true?" Hehua asked excitedly.

"Of course it’s true."

"But the prison is heavily guarded, and they’re all cultivators. Forcing our way in is impossible." Worry crossed Hehua’s face. She delivered the food herself and knew just how strict the security was. From the outside to He Linghan’s cell, they were searched three times.

"That’s exactly why I need your help. I need you to help me bring a few words to Sister-in-law."