The seventy-ninth day of the Great Chaos.
On a remote country road more than five hundred miles from Qinyang County.
Zhao Ji knew that the current imperial court was under Xiao Yunqi's control. To prevent the court from discovering his whereabouts and sending people to assassinate him, Zhao Ji barely dared to walk on official roads and certainly did not dare to stay in inns.
After staying one night in a tavern last night, the silver he carried was almost stolen. It turned out to be a den of thieves; if Zhao Ji were not an Innate Martial Artist, he would have been doomed there.
These days, he could only eat coarse food, and even relieving himself was done in the wild.
Being pampered from a young age and having been the supreme ruler for over a decade, he had never been so aggrieved.
At the same time, his hatred for Xiao Yunqi grew ever deeper.
He swore that even if it cost him his life, he would bring ruin to Xiao Yunqi.
