In the garden of Zuixian Residence.
Fan Chengxu was lying on a reclining chair, his posture seemingly relaxed, but his expression was not as casual as usual.
He was also aware of the disappearance of the seventh prince, having been informed by his uncle.
Whether it was the government city's office or the Anti-Japanese Army, they were all sending men to search for the prince in the past few days.
However, seven to eight days had passed, and there was still no news.
The longer the time, the lower the chance of finding the seventh prince alive.
While basking in the sun, Fan Chengxu said, "If there's no news from the seventh prince, people within Taizhou prefecture will start to suffer."
"Sir, don't worry. The seventh prince is favoured by fortunes, he will turn ill luck into good," the shopkeeper named Shen comforted him.