"I never imagined that Miss Nan's dance moves would be so exquisite." The person on the seventh-floor corner tower couldn't help but praise.

The man beside him still exuded a low and oppressive aura. His deep and cold eyes, like cold stars falling into a deep pool, were filled with tenderness when looking at Nan Qianyue, but revealed murderous intent when looking at Xie Yanzhou.

Under the cover of night, a mountain range was surrounded by two thousand Black Riders, whose campfires illuminated much of the darkness.

The man on the black-armored warhorse stood tall and straight, his black robes fluttering in the wind. His deep eyes, as unfathomable as the sea, gleamed with a chilling light.

"Your Highness, a message has arrived from the capital."

"Read it." The man's voice was stern and authoritative.

Without hesitation, the lieutenant opened the letter, glanced at it, and immediately closed his mouth. He glanced sideways at the prince's expression; he dared not read it aloud.

The man cast a sharp glance at me. "Do you want me to say it again?"

The lieutenant looked bitter. He crumpled the note in his palm and replied weakly, "Your Highness, the letter says that Miss Nan was taken to the Wan Hua Lou by Xie Shisun, and the secret guards who were tracking the Crown Prince of Nan Jing lost track of her near the Wan Hua Lou."

"I reckon the Crown Prince of Nanjing is also at the Wan Hua Lou." The lieutenant said while observing the prince's expression. His expression didn't change much, but he felt a chill in the air.

The closer you get to the prince, the colder it gets.

"Your Highness, we need to arrange for someone to go..."

"Just protect her." The man's tone was muffled and cold, indicating that the position of military commander was still too leisurely.

The lieutenant clasped his hands, feeling sorry for the prince, and said, "Yes."

To avenge Miss Nan, the prince has done countless things. This morning, he led two thousand iron cavalry on a relentless march to the lair of a Jianghu assassin organization to wipe out their stronghold.

Although it wasn't entirely for Nan's sake, she was the starting point.

Alas, the prince only does what he does and never says anything; he's such a kind-hearted person.

While Miss Nan is enjoying herself at the brothel, the prince is toiling away here. What if all his efforts are in vain, and he ends up benefiting someone else?