Rebirth: The flatterer prince I raised couldn't be so clingy

Now the work has been stopped for a thorough inspection. Gu Qingzhi is carrying the old man on her back, making her an extremely obvious target. It is almost impossible for her to evade.

The old man pointed to the side and reminded: "There is something there."

Gu Qingzhi looked in the direction of his finger. Not far from the cave entrance, there was a sand truck. Next to the truck were sacks, pickaxes, hammers and other excavation tools.

It would be nice if I could have two more sets of suitable coarse cloth clothes.

As she was thinking, she suddenly heard the sound of wheels behind her, and two laborers were carrying sand and soil back from the tunnel.

This is a coincidence. If I knock those two people out and change into their clothes, I can blend in.

Soon, a "laborer" wearing dirty coarse clothes pushed a sand cart into the cellar.

Torches mounted on the walls were burning all around, and in the light of the fire, crudely built scaffolding and piled up construction tools were everywhere.

A group of black-clad jailers, working in teams of two or three, grabbed the workers and interrogated them.

This was obviously the first time they had seen such a scene in all the time they had been working here. Most of the workers just shook their heads in fear after hearing the inquiry.

Just as the two people I just met said, the cellar was quite large, about 20 to 30 feet high, and there was a torch every few feet around the wall, but it was not enough to illuminate the entire cellar.

This cellar seemed to be built by hollowing out half of the prime minister's residence, and no one knew what it was used for.

There is no doubt that this place must have long exceeded the regulations of the cellar.

"This doesn't look like the work of the Ministry of Works' supervisory team."

A muffled voice came from the sacks on the sand truck.

Gu Qingzhi lowered her head and looked around quietly, then slightly adjusted the mouth of the sack containing the old man so that the person inside could breathe freely.

She pushed the sand cart slowly forward, looking warily at the prison guards who were questioning around her, fearing that she would attract other people's attention.

There were quite a lot of jailers, and Gu Qingzhi tried her best to avoid those who were searching and walked along the edge, but after walking for a long time there was still no end in sight.

She was sweating slightly on her back, which made the stinging wound even more painful, but she remained calm.

"Stop!"

Three black-clad jailers suddenly stopped in front of her, looking her up and down with eyes as sharp as knives.

Gu Qingzhi barely straightened her back and deliberately lowered her voice to answer, "Sir, what's wrong?"

The jailer snorted coldly and said, "Today, a fugitive from the Prime Minister's Mansion sneaked in here. Did you see it?"

Gu Qingzhi shook her head and answered in a hoarse voice: "I didn't see it."

The leading jailer raised his eyebrows and looked her up and down with doubt: "I just saw you sneaking around, have you really never seen that?"

Gu Qingzhi lowered her head even lower: "I dare not deceive you, sir."

The jailer said nothing, went around to the back of the sand truck, and casually opened a few sacks. The sand and soil inside scattered all over the ground, burying the gap she had left for the old man to breathe.

Seeing that nothing unusual was found, the other two turned around and were about to leave.

The leading jailer seemed to still not give up. He stared at the sand truck and thought for a moment, then drew the sword from his waist and suddenly stabbed it into the sack.

Gu Qingzhi's heart suddenly rose to her throat as she watched the sand and soil in the sack flow out. She subconsciously reached down and grabbed the iron pickaxe tied under the sand truck.

An extremely subtle groan came from inside the car. The sound was so small that even though the jailer did not hear it, Gu Qingzhi's ears caught it clearly.

He was afraid that the blade had already pierced the old man, but just to hide it, he tried his best to restrain himself from making any sound.

Gu Qingzhi grabbed the back of the knife to stop it from stabbing downwards.

The jailer frowned and looked at her suspiciously.

"What are you doing? You're so nervous. Do you have something hidden in your car?"

She let go of the cart awkwardly and said, "This cart is not very strong. If it breaks, I won't be able to work."

The jailer spat, "We are here to arrest the fugitives, and you still have the mind to worry about your car. If it interferes with official duties and the higher-ups blame you, can you bear the consequences?"

"My Lord, you have checked it too. There is only sand in the car. I would never dare to lie to you."

"Then move aside and stop making trouble."

The jailer rolled his eyes at her, and the other two pushed her shoulders hard, telling her to stand further away.

Seeing the jailer about to stab the knife into the sack again, Gu Qingzhi's heart sank.

If this continues, the old man’s fate will be unimaginable.

However, at this critical moment, a loud shout suddenly came from not far away: "Stop! Don't run!"

All the jailers' attention was instantly drawn to him, and they had no choice but to hastily push Gu Qingzhi away: "Get out of the way! Don't block the way!"

In an instant, there was a commotion in the cellar, and the black-clad jailers ran towards the source of the sound. Gu Qingzhi hurried forward and pushed the sand cart, throwing the fallen sand out.

"Old man, are you okay?"

She asked quietly, moving quickly towards the center of the cellar.

The old man under the sand did not answer. It was unknown where he was injured or whether he had fainted.

She became even more anxious and didn't care about anything else. She ran straight towards the nearest door she could see.

The jailers on this side all gathered together and surrounded the two laborers in the center.

"what happened?"

"These two are sneaking around and trying to escape!"

"Tell me! Have you ever seen the fugitives? Did you secretly help them escape?"

Faced with a group of tall and strong jailers holding long knives, the two laborers were completely frightened and kept shaking their heads.

"No, no! We really haven't seen any fugitives."

"Then why did you open the door so sneakily?"

"us......"

The two of them looked at each other, and no one dared to say anything.

But the sharp-eyed jailer in the front row discovered something.

"What's that package you're hiding behind you? Take it out and let us see it!"

The two men hurriedly shook their heads, but held the packages behind them even tighter.

"Could it be some evidence left behind by a fugitive? Hurry and bring it out. I'm warning you not to refuse a toast."

Several cold long knives were pointed at the two men's heads. With no other choice, they had to reluctantly hand over the package salary to the jailer.

When he opened the package, he saw several pieces of pottery fragments lying inside.

The two frightened people immediately confessed that they had secretly taken it from the pile of broken pottery jars and planned to take it out to exchange for some silver.

The jailers were greatly disappointed.

"Forget it, let's hand these two over to the foreman for disposal."

The jailer who had just searched Gu Qingzhi sighed: "I thought they had caught the fugitive. What a waste of time."

Unexpectedly, his colleague patted him on the shoulder and joked: "Hey, you're still looking for fugitives in the mud with this knife? Look how dirty it is."

For some unknown reason, he picked up the knife and wiped it, leaving his hands covered in blood.

Both of them were stunned. Then, the jailer seemed to realize something and his eyes suddenly became as sharp as a knife.

"Damn it, he fooled me!"

On the other side, Gu Qingzhi had just come out of the cellar when she heard someone shouting behind her.

"The man is there! Catch him!"