A day had not passed when Hua Jiayu returned to the capital once again. Upon entering the Wang Residence and inquiring with the steward, he learned that the two young guards had indeed fled and dared not even return to the place where they were responsible for serving.

Hua Jiayu was grinding his teeth.

Du Yang dropped him off at the entrance of the Wang Mansion and then went back. After some thought, Hua Jiayu prepared a gift and went to the Du Mansion, only to be told that Du Yang had already entered the palace.

In the Changsheng Hall, Dou Yang half kneels below, while Hua Yan calmly asks from above, "Is everything taken care of?"

Du Yang bowed and said, "It's done. From now on, the Sixth Prince will never leave the capital unless absolutely necessary."

"Alright, Zifei Ming's marriage matter, I'll exempt you from it," Huayan nodded in satisfaction and continued, "I know that Sixth Prince is not fit to be an emperor, but I still want him to become one. Do you understand?"

Du Yang's voice was strong and resolute, as he declared, "I will do my utmost to assist His Highness!"

"No," Hua Yan shook his head. "You take him out and hide for a while." Seeing Du Yang's puzzled expression, as if he didn't understand his previous actions, a fierce expression flashed in his eyes. "He is also reckless, venturing far away with only two food and wine pouches. But you are different, the Grand General personally appointed by me, you will definitely not be lacking."

Du Yang fell silent for a moment and said, "I will take the Sixth Prince out of the capital tomorrow."

Hua Yan raised his head proudly and said, "Go down, he should be coming soon."

On the way back, Dou Yang indeed saw Hua Jiayu, just as he mentioned.

Hua Jiayu's eyes lit up as soon as he saw the protagonist. The small, admiring stars in his eyes couldn't be hidden. He went up and asked, "General Dou, are you going home?"

Dou shook his head, his deep voice magnetic and sexy: "When you come out, I have something to tell you."

Hua Jiayu obediently nodded and eagerly followed along after Flower Yan returned.

On the way back, Dou Yang asked him, "Does the Sixth Prince still want to go out to play?"

Hua Jiayu's face turned pale, and he honestly said, "I don't want to."

Dou Yang's expression softened as he said, "What if I stayed with you?"

Hua Jiayu's eyes lit up. In truth, he really did not want to get involved in the power struggle between the heirs to the throne. However, a trace of hesitation appeared on his face as he said, "I don't know when I'll return. What are we going to do about your postponed wedding with Ming Yao's cousin?"

Du Yang's gentle expression instantly turned icy and rigid as he said coldly, "The wedding date is set for next year. There is nothing to worry about."

Hua Jiayu immediately felt relieved.

The next day, after packing up his belongings, Hua Jiayu only brought Du Yang with him this time. He rode in a horse-drawn carriage driven by Du Yang and gracefully glided along the muddy path surrounded by lush spring greenery.

After a while, his butt started to hurt again. He rubbed it and asked, "Brother, how much longer until we reach Yudu?"

Du Yang replied, "Half an hour."

After enduring for half an hour, the two of them finally arrived in Yudu. It was getting dark, and they were prepared to find an inn to rest. Dou Yang spoke at the entrance of the inn, saying, "Liu... young master, thieves are not only rampant in broad daylight, but also at night. How about this? We only need one room. This way, even if the thieves appear, I can still save you."

When it comes to thieves, Hua Jiayu's face turned pale. He quickly nodded, "Okay."

Once they entered the inn, Dou Yang tossed a silver ingot to the innkeeper and said, "A room on the upper floor."

The boss glanced at Hua Jiayu, implying, "Are you two not together?"

Dou Yang flashed a knowing and subtle smile.

The boss looked at Hua Jiayu's tender appearance, as if water could be squeezed out of her, and suddenly realized something and made a registration.

It turns out you are the scion of a wealthy household.

At night, the young child from the wealthy household pointed at the corner of the bed and said to Duyang, "You sleep inside."

Du Yang lay down, and he said, "Go in a bit further."

Du Yang stared expressionlessly at the base of the wall and strained his muscles, trying to push against it.

Hua Jiayu felt at ease and selfishly occupied more than half of the bed, displaying an exceptionally arrogant sleeping posture.

In the middle of the night, his breathing gradually became steady. Du Yang, who had been curled up at the corner of the wall, opened his eyes. He turned around and hugged him, giving a kiss on the forehead and softly laughing, "So stingy."