Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

A few days later, Fucheng.

When Gu Panxia and others arrived in Fucheng, they immediately went straight to the gourmet restaurants in Fucheng.

However, when they arrived, they saw that the door of the Gourmet Restaurant was tightly closed, and even the plaque had fallen to one side, swaying in the strong wind, as if it would fall down in the next second.

Gu Panxia suppressed her inner anger and pushed the door open, only to see that the chairs and tables inside were all staggered and in a mess.

She strode straight to the backyard, only to find it was completely silent and silent.

"Pan Xia, let's go back to Qingyou Town first. I'll let Ji Yue and Zhao Bin find out about the situation here."

Gu Panxia shook her head feebly. It didn't matter if the store was damaged. What she was worried about was the safety of Ayou and the others.

She was the one who brought them to Fucheng, and she must be responsible for their personal safety. Now that something like this happened, she had to make sure they were safe.

The whereabouts of Little Baozi and her uncle were important, but she couldn't put other people's lives and deaths aside just because of her relatives. This was her responsibility.

At this time, Zhao Bin hurriedly walked in and said: "Young Master, miss, we just got to know each other outside, and we have noticed some clues."

"What's going on?" Gu Panxia asked anxiously.

"According to nearby residents, the prefect brought a few people to Gourmet Meike two days ago, but for some reason they suddenly got upset. Later, the prefect sent people to smash Gourmet Meike. , and took everyone here away.”

"Prefect!" Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes and his tone was cold. He had been busy with King Annan's affairs and had forgotten about this.

He held Gu Panxia's hand and said, "Let's go to the government office first."

Gu Panxia nodded and let him lead her away.

Ji Yue and Bei Ming saw the three of them walking forward in a hurry as soon as they left the store, and hurriedly followed them.

The government office is not far from here, and it takes about ten minutes for a few people to walk there.

The yamen guarding the gate couldn't help but be a little confused when he saw several young ladies in brocade clothes walking this way.

One of them was about to speak, but the handsome young man leading him, who was holding a girl, spoke first.

"Go and call your prefect to me!"

The words "my prince" made several government officials look at each other with suspicion on their faces. They wanted to ask which prince you are.

But when they saw the frightening coldness exuding from several people, they couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

One of the yamen servants stepped forward and said respectfully: "Guys, please wait a moment. I'll call the prefect now."

Judging from the posture of these people, you can tell that they are not easy to mess with. They may be people who even the prefect cannot mess with.

The young master just called himself "my king". Who else in this world would dare to call himself that, except the prince?

Although he had never been to the capital and didn't know what those princes looked like, looking at this outstanding temperament, he could tell that he was no ordinary person.

Several people stood outside the yamen gate without saying a word, and the air-conditioning blew out as if they were equipped with air-conditioners, making several yamen servants shiver from the cold.

After waiting for a long time, the prefect was nowhere to be seen. Not only was the prefect missing, but even the government officials who went in to report the matter did not return. The brows of several people frowned more and more.

After a while, I finally saw the yamen servant running over in a hurry, sweating profusely and saying, "I'm sorry, everyone. It's unfortunate that we adults have something to go out early this morning."