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A chilling voice echoed in his mind: "Traveler... you do not belong to this world..."
"Stop with the theatrics!" Lin Xiaofan shouted, "If you have the guts, come out and face me! Hiding behind illusions is no skill!"
【Ding! Host's intense emotional fluctuation has activated 【Illusion Resistance】! Duration: 30 seconds!】
In an instant, cracks appeared in the illusion. Lin Xiaofan seized the opportunity to concentrate, and the scenes before him began to flicker—modern streets, ancient mourning halls, and... a moment in the prince's palace:
Before a bronze mirror, the prince slowly removed his crown, revealing a cascade of dark hair...
"What?!" Lin Xiaofan's mind reeled, "The prince is... a woman?!"
The illusion abruptly halted. He snapped back to reality, finding himself pinned to the ground by guards as a document stripping him of his titles was read aloud.
"...From this day forth, all titles and salaries of Lin Xiaofan are revoked, and he is forbidden from stepping foot in the General's residence!"
Old Madam fainted, Huo Qubing's eyes widened in anger but he was subdued by more guards, while Zhuge Liang was held back outside the crowd. The prince looked down at Lin Xiaofan with a cold smile playing on his lips.
"Take him away!"
At dusk, Lin Xiaofan was thrown out of the city gates.
He stumbled along the muddy official road, replaying the images from the illusion in his mind—the prince in women's clothing, Fifth Prince's meaningful warning, and that portrait in modern attire...
"The prince is a woman? Where is the real prince? Why did my father fake his death?"
Lost in thought, he suddenly heard a commotion ahead. A group of beggars had gathered around a limping old man who was telling stories.
"...I heard that a gang of bandits from the Western Regions has come, specifically targeting government spice caravans..."
Lin Xiaofan paused. Spice? Wasn't that mentioned on the princess's note?
He quietly moved closer and listened as the old man continued:
"What's even stranger is that those robbed spice caravans ended up at..." The old man suddenly lowered his voice, "the prince's private dock!"
The beggars gasped in shock. Lin Xiaofan's heart raced—didn't this confirm the smuggling route mentioned in his father's letter?!
Just as he was about to step forward to inquire further, he suddenly heard hoofbeats approaching from afar. A squad of soldiers with torches drew near: "By order of the prince, capture the rebel Lin Xiaofan who has desecrated the mourning hall!"
Lin Xiaofan cursed under his breath and quickly hid in the grass behind the dilapidated temple. Through a gap, he saw the soldiers roughly dispersing the beggars while that limping old man glanced towards his hiding place with a mysterious smile...
At dawn, Lin Xiaofan curled up in a broken straw shed on the outskirts of the city, shivering from the cold. Since being expelled from the General's residence, he hadn't had a full meal for three days.
"System, check remaining points."
Lin Xiaofan chuckled wryly as he rubbed his growling stomach. "Who would have thought that I, a dignified traveler, would end up relying on insults to make a living..."
As he pondered this, a commotion erupted in the distance. He noticed a crowd gathering at the city gate, where a rotund Grain Merchant was shouting, "Freshly arrived Jiangnan Rice, only fifty coins for a dou!"
The crowd erupted in outrage. "It was only thirty coins yesterday!" "Isn't this highway robbery?"
Lin Xiaofan narrowed his eyes—an opportunity had presented itself!
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