"There’s no need to hurry so much." Si Lisao took his suit.
Si Mingjing’s voice was furious. "How can I not be in a hurry? My brother has already said he will restrict your departure. He’s planning to put you under house arrest! My brother has gone too far! The evidence is conclusive, yet he refuses to deal with Quan Yong. I’m so sorry. You saved , and yet you have to suffer this groundless accusation. I’m too ashad to even face you."
Si Lisao said nothing. He had just received news that Quan Yong’s submarine had exploded on its way back. It wasn’t his n. They had been a step too late. Who could have done it then?
Si Lisao knew perfectly well what had happened. Not only had Mo Yinhe done it, but he had also frad him! His n had arrived at the cri scene just monts too late to intervene but just in ti to be implicated. Now, even if he claid his people weren’t responsible, no one would believe him.
He didn’t mind taking the bla.
Besides, even if Mo Yinhe hadn’t acted, he would never have let Quan Yong off after two assassination attempts on his life!
But...
Si Lisao’s gaze deepened as he thought of the letter Quan Yong had used to lure him into a deadly trap! On that letter, there was only a photograph. The photo showed an exposed shoulder—whose, he didn’t know—but on it was a striking dragon tattoo.
It was that photo that had prompted Si Lisao to venture alone to the rendezvous. Even now, he still hadn’t discovered whose shoulder it was.
He had originally planned to find his would-be assassin. After capturing him, he would force him to reveal the identity of the woman connected to the photo. But now, the lead was lost.
Si Lisao felt a pang of regret.
Now that Quan Yong was dead, where could he possibly continue his search for that girl?
Si Lisao stood in the plaza before the Royal Palace, waiting for his subordinates to arrive with the submarine. Holding his suit, he tilted his head back proudly, gazing at the vast ocean beyond the waterproof barrier. He acutely understood the aning of searching for a needle in the sea.
A mont later, his subordinates arrived with the submarine.
Si Lisao boarded it.
Ye Siyuan stood below the submarine, waving goodbye to Si Lisao. "Crown Prince Lisao, goodbye."
She felt a pang of sorrow at their parting, wondering when they might et again.
Si Lisao gave a curt nod. Sitting in the submarine, he silently appraised her until the glass canopy closed.
"Crown Prince, shall we depart?" the captain asked.
Si Lisao withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes to rest.
"Mm."
The ostentatious submarine whirred, ready to breach the waterproof barrier and ascend into the waters above the undersea city.
However, at that very mont, dozens of submarines suddenly appeared, surrounding Si Lisao’s vessel in a tight circle.
Their leader was Quan Yong’s younger brother, Quan Heng.
Quan Yong had perished in a submarine explosion on his way ho. It was imdiately assud Si Lisao was responsible. How could they possibly let Si Lisao leave?
The captain’s hand tightened on the controls. "Crown Prince, what should we do?"
"Why panic?"
Si Lisao lazily lifted his eyelids, his expression calm, as if Mount Tai were collapsing before him yet leaving him unfazed. He simply issued an order for his escort to be summoned.
Quan Heng swam out from his submarine and positioned himself before Si Lisao’s vessel, glaring at its occupant.
"Si Lisao, co out! Don’t think that just because you’re the Crown Prince of the Mu Continent, I wouldn’t dare touch you! This is Atlantis, not the Mu Continent! You murdered my older brother! How dare you try to flee!"
"Quan Heng, what are you doing?"
Ye Siyuan, seeing the situation turn ugly, imdiately rushed out from behind the waterproof barrier and swam to Quan Heng.
"Si Lisao is my guest. I gave him leave to depart. Whoever dares to stop him will have to do so over my dead body!"
The mont she burst out from the waterproof barrier, she transford into a beautiful rmaid, her pearl-white fishtail so dazzling it captivated all eyes.
In Atlantis, few n could resist Ye Siyuan in her rmaid form. Quan Heng’s face reddened slightly, but the blood feud over his brother’s death was irreconcilable.
Quan Heng, his neck stiff with defiance, said, "Second Princess, please step aside!"
"I will not! Your brother bullied and nearly allowed Geshu Chen to assault ! I haven’t even settled that score with him, and now you dare to harass my guest? Do you take for a pushover?"
In Atlantis, her prestige rivaled her brother’s, all because she was a rmaid. To the people of Atlantis, rmaids were akin to Sea Gods—sacred and inviolable. Her influence might even surpass her brother’s.
Quan Heng’s face turned ashen. "My brother is already dead!"
"Wh-what?" Ye Siyuan was stunned.
Quan Heng pointed at the submarine behind Ye Siyuan. "It was Si Lisao who sent n to assassinate my brother! On his way ho, his submarine exploded, killing him instantly!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Siyuan almost laughed aloud but managed to suppress it.
So, Si Lisao was avenging her?
Warmth flooded Ye Siyuan’s heart.
Since Si Lisao had exacted revenge on her behalf, she felt even more compelled to protect him. "You’re spouting nonsense! Si Lisao has been with the entire ti. When could he have sent anyone to assassinate your brother? Now, get out of my way!"
Ignoring the risk of offending Ye Siyuan, Quan Heng, seething with frustration, retorted, "Second Princess, I will not move. My brother is dead. Si Lisao isn’t leaving Atlantis!"
He stood firm.
Seeing his resolve, Ye Siyuan adopted an equally defiant stance. "Fine! Stop if you can!"
To clear a path for Si Lisao, she charged directly at the submarine to their left. If the submarine didn’t move, she would ram it.
The pilot inside was terrified and quickly backed away. Injuring Princess Ye Siyuan was a cri for which ten heads would not be enough to atone!
Seeing them falter, Ye Siyuan’s confidence surged.
She then charged at another submarine, terrifying its pilot into a hasty retreat as well. Then, she went for a third. In this way, she finally carved out an escape route for Si Lisao.
Just as she created this path, her shoulder strap slipped in the churning water, revealing a wide expanse of smooth skin.
And there, exposed for a fleeting mont, was a striking dragon tattoo.
Inside his submarine, Si Lisao froze, utterly stunned.
His usually inscrutable eyes narrowed. What had he just seen?
A dragon tattoo?!!!
Were his eyes playing tricks on him?
Just as he tried to get a clearer look, Ye Siyuan quickly pulled the fallen strap back onto her shoulder, covering the skin again.
She turned her head and shouted urgently, "Si Lisao, go now! Quickly!"
The captain of Si Lisao’s submarine, seeing Ye Siyuan bulldoze a path for them, imdiately gunned the engines to escape.
But Si Lisao suddenly frowned, his voice sharp. "Who gave you the order to move? Stop! Now!"
The captain didn’t dare stop. The Crown Prince’s safety was paramount. If anything happened to him here, ten of the captain’s heads wouldn’t be enough to pay the price. He just wanted to get away as fast as possible.
Si Lisao’s voice was dangerously low, "Stop. Don’t make repeat myself a third ti!"
He had searched for her tirelessly, across countless faces. Could it really be her?
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