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"Bang!" Suddenly, a dozen or so guards directly flew down the stairs from the outer hall. They clutched their crippled arms and knees and deeply moaned in pain, then collapsed at Leng Mufei's feet.

Seeing the danger, all the Secret Guard s pulled out their swords from their waists, a dozen or so sharp blade lights aimed at the man who was walking up the stairs step by step, slowly walking into the hall.

The first person to enter the mirror was his handsome face that did not change his expression at all. This pair of golden-brown eyes, which could pierce through a person's heart, were sparkling with a dazzling light. The sharp light rays were crystal clear, constantly warning everyone of his danger.

Under the gazes of everyone present, he went straight from the edge of the blade into the great hall. Suddenly, he stopped and stood there casually, with a dignified demeanor on his face, the heroic spirit of the Emperor's family was vividly displayed on his body as he arrogantly looked down at the Myriad Domain and the tens of thousands of citizens below him.

He was tall and slim, wearing an engraved silver robe and a golden cloak. His long black hair was tied behind his back with a silver tassel and hung down from his waist. The fine strands of hair covered his angular face and hung down over his long and thick eyelashes. From the moment he entered, he always exuded the air of a noble and elegant king.

The sharp blade pressed against his neck, and the icy temperature pressed against his skin, but he was only a look of contempt, and his cold face was intimidating.

Who is the Prince Jin? If he wants my life, it will be as easy as turning his hand. How can you protect me?" Leng Mufei looked at the man, who was only a meter and a half away from him, and spoke with a faint, soft smile. Suddenly, that faint smile disappeared as he tilted his head to the side and scolded in a low voice, "You still haven't retreated yet!

Secret Guard quickly retreated to his two sides. Leng Mu Fei placed both of his hands behind his back and smiled leisurely. However, hidden under his smile were rays of cold blade light.

Whether intentionally or not, he blew on the light feather on his shoulder, raised his eyebrows, and laughed: "Even if you came uninvited, King Jin is gathering too many people."

Leng Mufei's wedding dress caused the proud man to slightly furrow his brows. In the next moment, the peculiar expression on his face returned to indifference. His thick eyelashes fluttered with contempt as he coldly said, "Hand her over."

He was completely sure that the overbearing tone was the same as his swift and decisive attitude. This was also why he had been through so much in his life.

Leng Mufei's smile suddenly disappeared as he flicked his sleeve and chuckled. Why, is the King Jin here for someone else? "

"Could it be that you want to take away my new mistress this time?"

Leng Mufei crossed his arms over his shoulders and pretended to walk slowly beside him. With a provocative and evil smile, he said, "Unfortunately, you can only pick up the remaining parts of me." He laughed sinisterly.

The man in front of him was emitting an imposing aura that could not be invaded. His eyes were filled with power and danger.

"Don't force me to destroy this place." The man's half hidden face couldn't hold back his peerless bewitching face. His deep eyes were dark to the point where they couldn't be lowered. His voice was calm and steady, and it was hard to tell what his mood was.

The moment his voice fell, Leng Mufei's expression changed. The two brothers fought with each other, freezing time and air.

There were too many secrets hidden in this Moon Pavilion. Cold Dusk had spent more than a decade creating the exact same scene for that girl. Every brick and tile of this place was accurate, and it had caught his attention.

To Leng Mufei, the Moon Pavilion was like a memory deeply rooted in his heart, because the Luo Shang staying there would forever be his.

Like a meteorite falling from the sky, Mo Yun held the sword hilt in his hand and slightly tapped his forehead, indicating that he should find Luo Shang's residence in the pavilion.

Leng Mu Fei never expected that the city gate would be so designed a few days ago. Originally, Leng Shaoyu had thought that they had already left the capital and changed their perspective, but before he could even think about it, they had still found their way here.

It was currently difficult to even walk out of the Moon Pavilion, so naturally he was unable to summon the Secret Guard team. Without any better ideas, Leng Mufei could only follow the man into the pavilion's room at the highest level of the Moon Pavilion.

The room was still as empty as it had been before, but when she wasn't there, it would become even colder. The only thing that was eye-catching was the red wedding dress that was still neatly folded on the table.

She really was still … Never thought of marrying him.

Leng Shaoyu's deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, but he had to return home filled with disappointment. The steam from the cup of tea on the table had yet to dissipate, she had probably just left not too long ago.

"What did I say? She wasn't here to begin with." Seeing the man's gloomy and disappointed face, Leng Mufei finally regained some balance in his heart.

"How does it feel to not see someone I've yearned for day and night?" He lazily walked in front of the man.

Leng Shaoyu slightly narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth drew a shallow curve, as though he was mocking coldly: "You should know better than me how this feels."

With a sneer, he turned around and heard Leng Mufei say, "The person you want to take away is already mine."

The man's black hair stood out on his forehead, his entire face distorted by rage. He clenched his fist into a fist and turned around. His nimble body had already grabbed Leng Mufei by the collar, and a heavy fist landed on that devilish popinjay's face.

In the face of Leng Shaoyu's fury, Leng Mufei did not retaliate, and did not allow anyone to move forward. He allowed the man's steel-like fist to land on him, and only when the man let go did he wipe the blood from the corner of his lips with a light smile.

"You're so angry, why didn't you kill me with a single slash? She's your woman. " Leng Mufei stood up, still maintaining a carefree and mocking smile, loosening his collar.

Leng Shaoyu was really vicious, if it was anyone else, they would have already gone to the underworld.

The last thing she said to Leng Shaoyu was to take good care of her little brother, Leng Mu Fei. He had to be seen as a sibling of his mother's. No matter how big of a mistake he made, no matter what he did, he would make his brother forgive him and show mercy.

It was precisely because of this that Leng Shaoyu had tolerated him time and time again during those many years of brotherly affection.

"Leng Shaoyu, from today onwards, you and I have no brotherly feelings anymore. I want to see who will win or lose this game. " The evil aura in Leng Mufei's eyes grew denser.

Leng Shaoyu frowned, looked at him in disdain, then turned and left arrogantly.

When he left, Leng Mufei retracted his gaze and looked at the clean bridal dress with a sad look in his eyes. His fingers gently caressed the needle and thread on the jade dragon pearl.

Shang'er …