When they heard there were assassins, the people playing in the back mountain scattered in panic, and Zhao Yao and Song Jicai were separated by the frightened crowd.
Tong Xi was relieved that he hadn't been separated from His Highness; otherwise, if anything were to happen to His Highness, he wouldn't be able to absolve himself even in death.
"Your Highness, what do we do now?" Tong Xi frowned as he looked at the crowd jostling around them. If they wanted to return to the temple, or go down the mountain, they would have to squeeze through the mob. In that case, he and His Highness might get separated.
Tong Xi looked around. The bamboo forest was very quiet; he could clearly hear the sounds of fighting and screaming coming from the nearby peach grove.
"Your Highness, it's not safe here. We should leave quickly." The peach grove was not far from the bamboo forest, and if the assassins came over, they wouldn't even have a place to hide.
