Edward Clark put down his backpack as he spoke, took out a laser pointer from inside, and aimed it at His Imperial Majesty the Emperor...

Of course, he didn’t aim it at the emperor’s eyes. He was providing guidance for a guided bomb, not just using a little flashlight like the ones mounted on guns. Although this could also be mounted on a gun, it was actually a large device with many functions, including rangefinding. Its power was also very high—at this distance, it could burn skin, let alone eyes. So, right after, a memorial on the table in front of His Imperial Majesty the Emperor started to smoke, and then, as His Imperial Majesty the Emperor instinctively stood up and stepped back, it burst into flames...

“Your Majesty, you’d better believe what I say, because I really am from over six hundred years in the future. You can also call me a traveler from another time.”

Edward Clark said with a smile.

George Washington looked at the flames burning on the table in front of him, then at the laser pointer in his hand, his brows furrowed, clearly a bit bewildered...

Chapter 4: Elopement, Elopement Is the Best

“Take him to Wangjiang Tower!”

George Washington was silent for a while, and only spoke slowly after the fire had gone out.

Edward Clark calmly glanced at his daughter...

“Take me to Wangjiang Tower!”

He poked the still adorably dazed Her Royal Highness the Princess.

“Huh? Oh!”

Princess said.

She quickly bowed to her father, retreating as if granted amnesty. Edward Clark turned around, casually twisting her head to turn her with him, and the two walked toward the palace doors. The eunuchs guarding outside opened the doors, and the two of them walked out together.

“To Wangjiang Tower!”

Edward Clark said to someone who was clearly the head eunuch.

The head eunuch looked at Little Princess.

Little Princess nodded drowsily.

He immediately called over two young eunuchs, who led the way with lanterns. They left the large courtyard and walked through the pitch-black palace, passing through one door after another, until they finally reached a garden with a large hall inside. However, Edward Clark was led into a very large building, still within the inner palace, but already at the northeast corner, overlooking the city wall not far outside. He figured that his earlier gunshot must have already alarmed those outside; there were now many torches and lanterns moving about, and several city gates were brightly lit, with large numbers of soldiers clearly on alert.

“If the immortal has any instructions, these servants can carry them out. But this is the forbidden palace—without His Majesty’s orders, it would be inconvenient for the immortal to leave the building.”

The head eunuch said obsequiously.

“House arrest, huh? I get it!”

Edward Clark said.

“The immortal is truly witty!”

The head eunuch said.

“She’s here too?”

Edward Clark pointed at Little Princess.

“The fourteenth princess is the immortal’s disciple. Without His Majesty’s explicit orders, she will naturally serve the immortal here. I will have someone arrange a room for the fourteenth princess. Although she has received immortal fate, she is, after all, a royal princess and still very young, so she may not understand many trivial matters. I hope the immortal will be understanding.”

The head eunuch said, clearly hinting at something.

With that, he took his leave.

Once he had left, Little Princess finally snapped out of her daze...

“I—I’m supposed to serve you?”

She said in astonishment.

Edward Clark tossed his backpack onto the floor, put his gun on the tea table, took off his tactical vest and threw it on the table as well, then sat down unceremoniously in a grand armchair, crossing his legs and looking at her.

“There are many ways to serve, right? Come over and give your master a leg massage first.”

He said.

“Pfft!”

Little Princess spat at him.

But with her father not around, her demeanor was clearly different. She went straight to the other side, sat down in another grand armchair, curiously pulled over Edward Clark’s tactical vest, and even glanced at him. Edward Clark rolled his eyes at her, then looked at a young eunuch, who hurried over.

“Does the immortal have any instructions?”

He asked.

“Go get something to eat.”

Edward Clark said.

He had just finished speaking when he suddenly heard a familiar, faint sound.

Cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead as he turned his head as fast as he could, only to see the bewildered Little Princess holding a hand grenade, with the safety pin looped around her finger...

“Little ancestor, don’t move.”

Edward Clark said, his voice trembling.

Little Princess gave a cute little humph and casually put it on the tea table. Edward Clark moved like lightning, grabbing her hand that was holding the grenade. Her face instantly turned red, and she let out a clearly embarrassed and angry scream, struggling to pull her hand back. At that moment, accompanied by footsteps outside, her father walked in again, eyes wide at the scene. Edward Clark didn’t have time to care about anything else—he grabbed her hand, held down the safety lever, and dragged her as fast as possible to the window.

He looked outside; there was a rock garden, and he made sure no one was there.

“Let go!”

He shouted.

Little Princess instinctively let go, and he threw the grenade outside, watching it land among the rocks.

“Boom!”

The deafening explosion of a modern hand grenade instantly shook the night sky of the fourteenth century.

“Ah!”

Little Princess screamed, immediately dropping to the ground with her butt in the air.

“Don’t move around, it could cost you your life.”

Edward Clark said sincerely, looking down at her.

“So this is your ‘Heaven-Shaking Thunder’?”

George Washington, who had already walked to the window, said.