As he wandered through the castle, he realized a surprising number of men had called out to him.
That wasn't good.
If too many people started remembering his face, things could get messy.
Why were they even paying attention to someone who looked like a low-level servant?
Was there something off about him that he hadn't noticed?
Maybe this whole plan was flawed from the start.
After all, he was a man disguised in a maid's outfit.
That alone might make this mission a failure.
He kept these thoughts buried in his chest, his face calm and composed, even as his mind spun with worry.
Finally, he arrived near the area he had been tracking.
The number of guards had gone up and their quality too.
These weren't regular soldiers—they were the royal guard.
That meant this area was strictly off-limits without clearance.
Still, Shiao Yi walked forward boldly with a bucket in one hand and mop in the other.
