Ning Chen had the Third Prince thoroughly bamboozled, and before the man could figure out what had happened, he slipped away through the night with his people.

Meanwhile, far away in Xiangzhou, something amusing was going on!

Zong Sibo had already gone to sleep, but a nightmare jolted him awake.

He'd dreamed that something had happened to his only heir.

Zong Sibo wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and muttered, "Thank goodness it was only a dream."

Then he called for the old steward who always waited on him, to pour him some tea.

He called several times in a row, but there was no answer.

"Where's that dog of a servant gone off to?"

Cursing, Zong Sibo got out of bed.

He went into the outer room and poured himself a cup of water. Once he'd drunk it he was wide awake, so he went out into the courtyard to stroll around and think.

That sinister, despicable bastard Zhang Tianlun had actually taken his only heir away.

He had to find a way to get the child back.

But on his own, he wasn't yet strong enough to stand up to Zhang Tianlun... He needed help.

He decided to find time tomorrow to meet with Kang Luo.

Without realizing it, he'd wandered to the courtyard outside the west wing.

This was where Yunniang lived, the woman who'd given him his only heir.

Ever since Zhang Tianlun had taken the child, Yunniang had spent every day in tears.

Zong Sibo thought it over and decided to go in and see her, and to stay the night... He was getting on in years and seldom came to the west wing anymore. At his age he couldn't help it. The spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak.

When he entered the courtyard, he saw the maid who usually waited on Yunniang standing at the door of her room.

At the sight of Zong Sibo, her face went stiff, and she said loudly, "This servant greets Your Excellency!"

"This old man isn't deaf. You don't have to shout..." Zong Sibo frowned…