Chapter 378

According to the news, Tang Qian should arrive this afternoon; who knew that as the sky was getting dark, the King squatted in the Hall of Bright Light and still hadn't seen his Inspector Tang arrive—it was a good chance to go out and have a look, and he immediately came up with a perfect excuse.

You say it's dangerous for me to reveal my identity out there among the mixed crowd—so why not just not reveal it?

The King had Zhao Bao find his most shabby set of old clothes, then had them altered a bit.

The robe's colour was inconspicuous; the King had already cut it short—perfect, since poor kids don't wear clothes that fit. He dragged it a few times over the rough fake mountain; with his strength, even the best fabric wouldn't hold up.

The robe soon snagged, frayed, and pilled, becoming unrecognizable……

The King then took off the white inner robe and threw it away, directly putting on the beggar's garb—what's the fuss in this heat? The King wore the beggar's garb commando, and Zhao Bao wanted to speak but held back, looking pained.

This kid really knows how to ruin himself.

The King soon let him know this was just the beginning!

He then dug out the shoes that had felt a bit tight a couple days ago, rubbed the uppers hard on the ground until they looked worn out, and happily put them on his feet.

After changing clothes, the King stood before the mirror and said, 'Not bad, not bad!'

He then pulled a few strands loose from the neat little bun Zhao Bao had done for him, feeling utterly pleased with himself, 'Perfect! I really have talent—let's go!'

The Northern Border King instantly became a Northern Border little beggar.

Zhao Bao hurried forward, 'Your Highness, let me come with you!'

The king had already turned and exited the hall, waving his hand without looking back: "Don't bring, don't bring, you can't turn invisible anyway—don't drag me down and expose my identity!"

Zhao Bao: ……

He could only detain Ling Yin: "Ling Commander, you must definitely keep an eye on the king! Dressed like this, no one will suspect him—you don't need to stay too far away!"

Ling Yin: "……Okay."

To shake off his entourage—none of whom dared return to Suiyu Hall—after changing his appearance in Mingguang Hall, the king left the Northern Border King's Mansion through Xihua Gate.

At the mansion gate, the guards stared at him intently; after he left, the gatekeepers exchanged glances, really wanting to follow and watch the show.

The king walked ahead, noticing that Ling Yin's personal guards were still getting close behind him, so he ran back to tell them, "Fifty meters away—got it?"

Saying that, he squatted down, grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground, stood up and evenly smeared it on his snow‑white little face; Ling Yin twitched the corner of his mouth—just right.

Not really wanting to stay beside you anymore.

The king used Tang Qian as an excuse to go out the door, then turned his head and forgot about him entirely.

He discovered that walking the streets in this outfit felt completely different from his usual stroll as a flashy noble young master.

For example, when he got caught in the crowd, before nobody would avoid him like a plague!

This time, when he went to a crowded place and got jostled by the flow of people, he accidentally bumped into a young man dressed in fine silk; that young man seemed to have seen a plague, almost springing aside to make room for him, while muttering, "Stinking beggar!"

The king put his hands on his hips, about to retort, when he heard a calm reminder from a nearby "passerby": "You are."

The king turned his head to curse him, "No, you are!" Then he realized the voice must have been Ling Yin's; this guy immediately lowered his hands—oh dear, the persona, his persona can't fall.

The king took two breaths in place before continuing his stroll.

He quickly discovered that this outfit also had its advantages.

Because as long as there were conditions, passersby would automatically avoid him. The king immediately lifted his chin, striding through the crowded Zhuque Avenue with the gait of someone who disregards even close kin.