Rong Zhuo's heart was stagnant, and his eyes couldn't help but get dark, but fortunately Shuangxi quickly supported him.

The one who died was not General Chang, but Yu Jingdu?

Impossible, Yu Jingdu is the protagonist in this world, how could he die?

"Young Master Rong, now is not the time to be sad." Shuangxi said.

Rong Zhuo gasped for breath, and the pain in his heart seemed to have been cut open by someone, and it was so painful that he could hardly think.

"If Your Majesty can't survive, there will be chaos in the palace, and then you will be in danger." Shuangxi said.

Rong Zhuo was startled, and finally regained his brief sanity, he knew what was wrong.

It is also possible that the palace banquet was originally on the second day of the first year of junior high school, and was tampered with by the people of the Sitianjian, so it was cancelled.

Even if the person behind it originally chose the day of Shangyuan Festival, how could the emergency report from the border be so coincidentally delivered today?

It's so coincidental, as if it was deliberately arranged by someone.

"Thank you father-in-law." Rong Zhuo gave him a salute.

Shuangxi put a token in his hand, "If someone stops me, the young master will show them this."

Hearing this, Rong Zhuo turned and walked towards the palace gate.

Along the way, he didn't dare to let himself think too much, and he didn't dare to let himself think about the content of the urgent report.

Since things are strange, it is not a foregone conclusion.

He didn't believe that Yu Jingdu would die, and unless he was allowed to see it with his own eyes, no one would believe him!

Just as Rong Zhuo was turning from the palace road, a small figure suddenly pounced on his feet.

Rong Zhuo looked down and found that it was the Eighth Prince.

"Brother!" The eighth prince hugged his leg and looked up at him and smiled.

Rong Zhuo was startled, and for a moment he didn't know how to react.

At this moment, a woman turned from behind the palace and knelt down toward Rong Zhuo, "Please, Young Master Rong, take Chen'er out of the palace together!"

"You... become a concubine?" Rong Zhuo hurriedly reached out to help her: "No way, you are..."

"Little Young Master, please listen to me." Concubine Cheng said: "Your Majesty may not be able to last this time. According to the rules, some concubines and concubines in the harem will be buried. I don't want to leave Chen'er alone in the palace."

"but I……"

"If His Royal Highness is safe and sound, he will protect him." Cheng Concubine said and bowed to Zhong Rongzhuo.

Hearing this, Rong Zhuo understood what Cheng Concubine meant.

At first glance, her request was extremely absurd, and asking Rong Zhuo, who was unable to protect himself, to take the Eighth Prince away, wouldn't it be like a joke?

But thinking about it carefully, her calculations are not without basis.

This concubine was obviously very smart, and also noticed that there was a problem with today's emergency report.

But she knew that no matter whether the emergency report was true or false, it would be difficult for the emperor to escape.

Once the emperor is dead, she may be buried, and the eighth prince will be a child without protection.

If she expected it well, and the urgent report was false, it meant that Yu Jingdu was still alive.

In this way, Yu Jingdu will naturally protect the eighth prince, and Rong Zhuo will take the little guy out of the palace ahead of time, so that no one will use him to restrain Yu Jingdu in the future. After all, the only person in the palace that Yu Jingdu cared about was the Eighth Prince.

And if the urgent report is true, Rong Zhuo must escape from the capital if he wants to survive, and Yu Jingdu's people will also shelter Rong Zhuo.

At that time, the eighth prince will follow Rong Zhuo. Although he has lost his glory and wealth, he will be much happier than being a poor and unprotected little man in the palace.

"Brother?" The eighth prince also wanted to kowtow to Rong Zhuo when he saw that his concubine was like this.

Rong Zhuo frowned, picked up the little guy and put it in his arms, and said to Cheng Concubine: "My lady, take care, things are not a foregone conclusion, and everything can be turned around."

Concubine Cheng nodded at him when she heard the words, and immediately got up and walked away without looking back.

Rong Zhuo turned his head and looked around, seeing that no one was passing by, he walked towards the gate of the palace with the Eighth Prince in his head.

Fortunately, in the winter, he was wearing a heavy cloak, and he couldn't tell if he didn't look carefully when he hid people in his arms.

But despite this, Rong Zhuo was still sweating nervously.

If someone found out this time, he would really be planted in the palace today.

Rong Zhuo led people through the long palace road, and when he was about to reach the gate of the palace, he encountered the patrolling guards.

Because of the sudden incident, they may not know what happened on the emperor's side, just routine inspections.

"The palace banquet has not yet started at this hour, why did the young master leave the palace?" the patrolling guard asked Rong Zhuo.

Rong Zhuo is now carrying a big living person in his arms, and he will show his legs if he is not careful.

He considered his tone and said, "I... a little uncomfortable."

"Then why don't you go to the Tai Hospital?" the man asked again.

Rong Zhuo's heart skipped a beat, knowing that this person was not going to give up today.

He is still holding the token given to him by Shuangxi, but if he takes out the token, the Eighth Prince in his arms will not be able to hide it.

If he has been in such a stalemate, the other party will most likely have doubts...

Just when Rong Zhuo was riding a tiger, a young man's voice suddenly came from behind him: "Why hasn't Young Master Rong left the palace? It's so cold outside, and it hurts even more if you carefully blow the limelight."

"His Royal Highness." The guards hurriedly saluted the people who came.

Rong Zhuo turned his head and saw that he was the Fifth Prince.

The last time on Yu Jingdu's birthday, it was the Yanwang Mansion he took the Eighth Prince to.

"I'll take you out of the palace." The fifth prince smiled and waved away the patrolling guards.

Rong Zhuo took a deep look at him, didn't say anything, followed the fifth prince silently, and was sent out of the palace gate by the other party.

Chapter 119

This way, the Fifth Prince didn't say anything.

But with his company, neither the patrolling guards nor the guards at the gate of the palace would ask Rong Zhuo anything.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Rong Zhuo nodded slightly at him while standing at the gate of the palace.

The fifth prince also bowed slightly to him, then turned around and left.

"Master!" At this time, a man dressed as a servant stepped forward and bowed to Rong Zhuo.