Story Retelling

Ji Yuan woke up in an empty hall. This was his third year under house arrest by his brother. Abnormal spiritual power fluctuations rippled out one after another, and he stood up with his clothes on. "Squeak——" As soon as he opened the door, he was face to face with the guard. "Your Highness." The man looked at Ji Yuan with his light gray eyes. "You obviously don't have to worry about it." Ji Yuan pushed him away and jumped up to the eaves lightly. After a slight pause, he left the imperial city in a few steps and dropped a sentence. "Come after me." The guard did not chase after him. He chuckled, closed the door, and stood back at his post. "Your Highness, you must hurry up."