"From the moment we entered the Chen Kingdom's palace, it seems you've been targeting me?" Yan Chenghuan raised an eyebrow. "You're different from those who have designs on me; you seem to have no ulterior motive, yet you want to uncover the secrets I hold?"

"You're so curious about me?" Yan Chenghuan suddenly moved closer to her, and a fair and beautiful face suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Xu's eyes. They were so close that she could almost see the fine hairs on the other person's face.

Zhang Xu swallowed silently, suppressing her suddenly racing heartbeat, and took a step back.

Is this villain really that smart? A villain who's too clever makes her seem useless!

Zhang Xu stammered, "How did you know? I..."

"Just a gut feeling," Yan Chenghuan said with a smile, pursing her lips. "I'll tell you when I'm in a good mood, but for now!"

"Now, you guys need to do me a favor."

As soon as Yan Chenghuan entered the room, before he could finish speaking, he heard a voice coming from the darkness. Upon hearing this, Yan Chenghuan's expression immediately turned cold.

:"who?"

Hearing the unfamiliar voice, Zhang Xu rushed forward to see what was going on, but was blocked by Yan Chenghuan's outstretched arm.

"Don't move."

"The most dangerous person predicted by the cultivation world is actually a gentleman who cherishes women. It's just that his eyesight is not very good. He doesn't cherish the real flower, but is very eager for this fake one."

Downstairs, the noise was deafening and the lights were bright; upstairs, tensions were high and the night was deep. The stranger who spoke stood in the darkness, his face obscured, but his voice carried a strange familiarity.

"You've been following me all along, haven't you?" Yan Chenghuan said with certainty. "It used to be Rong Yue, now it's you. How did you figure out when I would fall into demonic possession?"

The man finally emerged from the shadows: "No, but if you don't help me, we'll both be dragged to the city lord's prison by that woman downstairs."

The young nobleman who had appeared in their line of sight was none other than the same one from the Lingnan Prince's Mansion. He was dressed in magnificent robes, embroidered with intricate and ornate patterns, his belt adorned with precious gems, and a delicate and beautiful crown on his head. He walked out slowly, holding a lustrous flute in his hand.

"You!" Upon seeing this person, Zhang Xu was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth. It was actually him, the person she disliked from the first time she met him.

"Only someone like you would use such an annoying tone when asking for help."

The man disregarded Zhang Xu's tone and didn't even glance at her. He simply looked at Yan Chenghuan with an arrogant expression.

"Rong Lin!!!" Seeing Rong Lin raise his head to get closer, Yan Chenghuan immediately scolded, "If you take another step forward, I will lure Zhuang Xiyue over."

"You're welcome to try." Rong Lin raised his hand, revealing what he was holding. "You don't want me to send this to the immortal sects, do you?"

Rong Lin held a seemingly ordinary black feather, but Yan Chenghuan's expression changed upon seeing it, and he lowered his raised hand.

Rong Lin knew the deed was done and tossed the flute into the bag at his waist.

"Help me get past her, and I'll give you the stuff." Rong Lin said as he passed by Yan Chenghuan, a smug smile playing on his lips.

Yan Chenghuan paused, and from Zhang Xu's angle, he could see the clenched fist at his side.

Zhuang Xiyue led a large group of people and kicked open the door to Yan Chenghuan's room, where they saw the two sitting at the table playing chess under the light.

Seeing that the two showed no intention of moving despite the arrival of the people, Zhuang Xiyue signaled to the people around her to search the room, while she herself lashed out with her whip, smashing the two's chess game to pieces. The pieces rolled around on the table and ended up under the table.

"Hey, have you two been playing chess the whole time? Have you seen a man dressed like you, who looks about seventeen or eighteen years old?"

Yan Chenghuan stared coldly at Zhuang Xiyue. His eyes were already dark, and under such a gaze, he felt a chill inexplicably.

Zhuang Xiyue felt a chill run down her spine from that gaze and lashed out at Yan Chenghuan's face with her whip.

Yan Chenghuan grabbed the whip and yanked it hard, throwing her aside: "Little Bell, you shouldn't hit someone in the face. Why can't you remember that?"

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Xiyue's eyes lit up, and she rolled to her feet.

"You're Brother Chenghuan? I knew he looked familiar during the day, it really is you."