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The night was windy, and they walked along the grassy banks of the river.

Feng Jiu and his wife were both Sluggish, and none of them said anything. They wandered back and forth on the riverbank until finally, suddenly, she bent down and picked up a torn piece of cloth, a white silk, from the roadside.

"Is this what A Xue is wearing today?" Her lover turned to ask Feng Jiu.

Feng Jiu took it over and carefully examined it for a while. Then, with a slightly pale face, he replied, "It's the prince's clothes."

She stood up, tiptoed, and looked around.

The wind was low, and there was no one on the bank at night.

"Tell me, did Yan Han and the others capture him back?" the woman asked.

"I say, if it's Yan Han, you wouldn't be planning to go look for him, right?" Feng Jiu was not in a hurry to answer, so he narrowed his eyes and asked.

The two of them had only interacted for a day, but they had even started to talk in the same way.

"I say, if it's Yan Han, you wouldn't be planning to go look for him, right?" Feng Jiu was not in a hurry to answer, so he narrowed his eyes and asked.

His wife actually thought about it very seriously. Then, she shook her head and said, "No, Yan Han will be in a difficult situation."

"Because I'm afraid that he will be in trouble, I don't care about the prince anymore?" Feng Jiu deliberately teased her as he seriously continued to ask.

"I want to control A Xue, but I don't have to make things difficult for Yan Han." Her lover answered matter-of-factly, without the slightest hesitation.

Feng Jiu smiled, turned around, and said, "Since that's the case, let's return to the inn to wait."

"You're not looking for A Xue?" the woman asked.

"I don't do useless things." Feng Jiu said indifferently, "Moreover, I believe that Your Highness will return safely."

After he finished speaking, Feng Jiu walked back and forth. His wife stood on the spot, unwilling to move no matter what.

"Aren't you going back?" Feng Jiu asked her after taking a few steps.

"Not going back." The man shook his head. "I still want to look around — even if it's futile."

Feng Jiu didn't say anything and just smiled. He left in a carefree manner.

She stood alone in the grass for a while, then walked on along the bank.

She had a strange premonition that she might be able to find him if she kept walking like this.

The night wind was cool and chilly.

She kept walking like this until the sky gradually turned white. The faint traces of a village could be seen in front of her, and her initial starting point was already far away.

Outside his line of sight, some fishermen had woken up early and were walking out in the light.

The residence was surrounded overnight.

In the desolate streets, the imperial guards' footsteps were light and orderly as they marched through the night to surround the Grand Preceptor's estate like demons.

Then, a person walked up and knocked on the door of the Grand Preceptor's estate.

Before the drowsy gatekeeper could open the door, he felt a cold sensation in his throat. With his eyes wide open in confusion, he looked at the cold soldier in front of him and fell down without a word.

Blood stained the lintel.

The soldier that had charged up first made a gesture to the back, and the imperial guards surged in like floodwaters without a sound. The Grand Preceptor's estate fell into a period of silence.

The door to the bedroom was blocked just like that.

However, he was a former Grand Preceptor after all. After a brief moment of shock, he spoke up, "I want to see His Majesty."

"His Majesty said that he doesn't want to see you." The leader of the soldiers coldly rejected.

"Doesn't he want to know who the real traitor is?" You're calm enough, he whispered.

"Grand Preceptor, can I have a word with you?" The sergeant suddenly took a step forward and extended his arm into the room.

After a moment of melancholy, Rong turned around and walked back into the room.

The soldier followed closely behind and closed the door behind him.

"What is it? Is His Majesty going to speak to me in private …" she asked as she turned around.

However, when he clearly saw the scene behind him, the rest of his words were stuck in his throat.

The soldier had already brandished his long sword. It was cold and murderous.

"Your Majesty …" Do not leave behind any words of bewilderment.

"Lord Pei sent his subordinate to greet the Grand Preceptor." The soldier replied icily, "His Excellency Pei said that the Grand Preceptor betrayed him first. There's no time for him to be heartless."

"Pei Ruochen …" "You are Pei Ruochen's man!" In the blink of an eye, the perplexity in his eyes turned into terror.

"Sorry, Grand Preceptor." The soldier's eyes turned cold as he brandished his sword. The man outside could only hear a miserable shriek before the commander of the imperial guards walked out and calmly announced, "Grand Preceptor Rong has already committed suicide out of fear of his crimes."

There was not a trace of unorthodox speech below.

The scene was very quiet.

The commander continued, "The rest of the Grand Preceptor's men were silenced by the rebel army as well. We're too late."

As soon as he finished speaking, the imperial guards who understood his intentions immediately took action. The Grand Preceptor's estate was in a state of bloodbath all night. When they left before dawn, the air was thick with the smell of blood.

Not a single one was left alive.

The next day, it became the biggest blood case in the capital. It became the biggest case in the last year of the dynasty.

After He Lan Chun found out, he just said "En" and waved his hand, "Since he has already committed suicide, do not announce the crime, just say it was done by a bandit. We shall bury them according to the etiquette of the Emperor. " Finally, he asked, "Before he died, did he leave any message? Is there anyone else behind the Grand Preceptor? "

The leader kneeled on the ground and answered respectfully, "It is the remnant evil of the Liu Family, the Liu Family's Young Master, Liu Su."

"So it's him …" He Lan Chun pondered for a while and muttered to himself, "I heard that the last time I saw Liu Su was in Xiahou's territory. Could it be that they have returned to the capital?"

"Your Majesty, do you need this subordinate to apprehend Willow?" The commander asked for instructions.

"No need." He Lan Chun casually asked, "When will Liu Xi reach the capital?"

"The day after tomorrow."

He Lan Chun was silent for a moment before instructing, "About the Grand Preceptor's matters, seal off the news. Don't let the empress know. Let's go down first."

The person kneeling on the ground gave another deep bow and withdrew his eyebrows.

He Lan Chun took a few restless steps and walked to the front of the stairs. His feet suddenly hurt. He frowned and looked down. What he saw was an orchid-shaped hairpin.

It was the hairpin from Rong Xiu.

He Lan Chun bent over to pick it up, and slowly played with it in his hand for a long time. Then he let out a soft sigh, and looked through the open door towards the palace on the right.

Rong Xiu had already been placed under house arrest, while Pei Rulan's corpse was buried in the Orchid Palace.

The child was with Elin.

His wife and children, born, dead, grieving, beautiful and enchanting, couldn't seem to touch the depths of his heart. They were both unrelated to each other, and he, who had always been alone, stood alone in this great palace, helpless.

This feeling of helplessness was something that couldn't be removed the moment the fifteen year old found out about his background.

He was only the illegitimate child of a little girl. His mother had been under the shadow of Madam Xi all her life, and his father only recognized him at the very last moment.

With such a status, he was actually able to reach the ninth rank as a Venerable One. He was actually able to send He Lan Xue and He Lan Qin, these two true talents of his, into hell.

The corner of He Lan Chun's mouth curved into a cold smile.

In the midst of her haziness, She Lan Xue felt someone wiping her forehead with a wet towel.

His forehead was extremely hot.

Perhaps it was because of the poison in Yi Jian's body, but even though he had been exposed to the starsea stone, he was still unable to completely resist the poison. His body was extremely weak.

I wonder how Yi Jian is doing?

He Lan Xue thought in a daze.

The hand holding the towel moved gently from his forehead to his cheek, the warm fingertips carefully tracing his outline.

He suddenly remembered that in the past few days, when they slept together, his wife would also draw his outline with her fingers when they had just woken up. She had that delicate sense of touch, it made him feel hot and uncomfortable every time — — If it wasn't because there were too many things that had happened recently, he wouldn't be able to take her for a ride. If that little girl was still so provocative, he would have told her: She is a real man, don't tease her!

Thinking like this, a tender feeling immediately emerged from the bottom of He Lan Xue's heart. Her little finger was still moving up and down his cheek. Then carefully, hesitantly, it stopped on his lips.

His mind was a little muddled, but the softness of his lips shook him. He opened his mouth gently and bit into the restless finger.

His hand stiffened.

He Lan Xue teased her, and then she put her finger in her mouth, carefully sucking on it like a baby drinking milk.

Just when He Lan Xue thought that 'this little girl still can't endure teasing', a sweet smell of hot air rushed over. Immediately afterwards, her soft lips were pressed tightly against his.

A rumbling sound filled her brain. Emptiness was white. It was a boundless frozen lake that was once again filled with heat.

He kissed her with all his skill and experience, with all his tenderness and repressed desire, to the point of gasping for breath.

Then, suddenly, he realized that he couldn't take hers in this situation.

His head was in pain, his eyes were heavy, but his desire was like a tidal wave, slapping against his body.

His consciousness grew further and further away, until the rest of the plot became uncontrollable and gradually disappeared from his mind.

In the dream, it was the sound of the tide.

The girl in the tide squatted on a big shell, tilting her head, and looked at him without a speck of dust.

He Lan Xue's heart felt a little better. She leaned over and stretched out her hand to take her hand.

The girl rode away on the shell, but his hand touched a piece of warm jade.

Subconsciously, he pulled the piece of warm jade into his embrace as he mumbled, "Morning, my beloved."

"Young Master?" What rang beside his ears, however, was not the usual lazy voice of a lover every morning, but an exceptionally unfamiliar call, even though it was very sweet.

He Lan Xue was frightened and quickly pushed her away. She then quickly sat up.

When she clearly saw the scene in front of her, She Lan Xue felt like dying.

Beside him was a girl he didn't recognize. She had delicate features. Although she couldn't be considered to be extremely beautiful, her facial features were very distinctive. Her lips were perked up and her eyes were slender and gentle.

However, looks were not the most important thing. The most important thing was – she was completely naked!