Tu Longjian sped all the way back to his residence.

From afar, a young boy could be seen lingering near the entrance, his face flushing red one moment and then seeming to regret it the next, pacing back and forth, but ultimately not leaving.

The hidden guards around the side rooms were also removed due to the enemy attack.

Tu Longjian's eyes lit up. As expected, she was not disappointed. An important witness for the alibi had come to her door.

Avoiding Wen Yang's gaze, Tu Longjian slipped back into the room, where he was met with his senior brother's worried eyes as soon as he entered.

"Little..." Remembering that the walls might be eavesdropping, Song Liqing abruptly changed the form of address that was about to slip from her lips, "Yi Xuan, you..."

"What are you doing?!" Song Liqing looked at her taking off her clothes in surprise, and suddenly turned her head to the side, her ears turning red.

Tu Longjian changed into a set of light clothes, deliberately making the collar disheveled to appear carefree and dissolute. He then turned to Song Liqing and said, "You take your clothes off too."

Seeing that his senior brother had not moved, Tu Longjian had no choice but to walk over, lift his chin with his hand, and turn his face to look directly at him.

Song Liqing kept his eyes tightly closed. Due to the restraint of the Spirit-Locking Chain, he, who was usually as sharp as a sword, looked much more vulnerable. Especially with the blush on his face, he looked completely bewildered and at the mercy of others.

Tu Longjian leaned close to his ear, her warm breath turning his ears a deep crimson, like pigeon bloodstone. She loosened Song Liqing's collar as she breathed softly.

"Senior Brother, the Demon Clan is looking for a spy. Help me fool that kid outside and create an alibi for me."

Upon hearing her words, Song Liqing suddenly opened her eyes, her face filled with worry: "Are you alright? Are you injured?"

Tu Longjian shook his head, and Song Liqing's expression relaxed. She nodded solemnly and tried her best to cooperate, but she couldn't help but show the sincere feelings in her eyes.

Tu Longjian sighed: "Now you are a prisoner, a plaything, you should hate me."

A look of bewilderment flashed across Song Liqing's handsome face; clearly, his simple life experience could not support him in making such a complex performance.

Tu Longjian simply took off the red hairband from his hair and tied it over Song Liqing's eyes: "Just keep it in place, I'm going to pick him up."

Song Liqing had no time to resist and was forced to cover her vision, which made her other senses even more acute.

Hiss—it's a bit cold; the door has been opened.

"Young Wen Yang, you've arrived. Please come in. Um, I'm sorry, the room is a bit messy from what I just made."

Wen Yang? Who is he? Song Liqing felt the boiling blood in her body cool down, perhaps because of the wind.

"Flirtatious! What kind of behavior is this!" It was a clear, youthful voice, sounding furious.

"Hey, wait a minute, don't go! Young people don't know the wonderful taste of life, why don't you come together?" What was the junior sister saying? When did she learn to act like this? Song Liqing blushed.

"I...I'm not that kind of person who doesn't respect himself." The demon boy named Wen Yang bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"He doesn't respect himself, is that referring to him?" Song Liqing frowned, wanting to remove the hairband over his eyes, but then worried about interfering with his junior sister's plans.

He lay stiffly on the bed, his bare chest concealed by a thin veil, exuding a sensual aura. Yet, if someone were to approach closer, they would find that this beautiful man's expression was tense, as if he were deeply displeased.

The reason was simple: the boy verbally refused, but in reality, Tu Longjian gradually lured him towards him, his voice growing weaker and weaker, even carrying a hint of feigned reluctance.

Song Liqing calmed the inexplicable anger in his chest and silently thought to himself, "The demons are indeed all bad. No matter how virtuous and chaste they pretend to be at first, they still end up following me here shamelessly and dissolutely."

Once they escaped the demon cave, he would make sure to keep those lewd demons away from his junior sister. He felt that his junior sister must have gone astray after sneaking in; as the saying goes, "one is influenced by one's company."

With a creak, Song Liqing felt the weight of two more people on the bed.

His face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he gritted his teeth as he listened to the taunts from the side.

Not long after, the door was suddenly flung open, and a sharp sound rang out.

"Investigate the spies, all demons cooperate."

When Tu Longjian heard the voice, his eyes lit up. Finally, she had arrived. She had been chatting and pretending for so long, and she must have been exhausted.

After coaxing him for a long time, she finally managed to make the demon boy dizzy and easily believe that she had been waiting for him in the room, and even learned a lot of information from him.

For example, he is the son of the leader of the Demon Clan's peace-preserving faction, which makes him a valuable witness.

Tu Longjian lifted the gauze curtain, looking like he was living a life of debauchery, and walked out yawning.

"What happened?"

The demon beside the leader snorted coldly, clearly one of the people she had defeated during the day. "Did you go to Lord Ji's study tonight and kill a guard?"

Tu Longjian narrowed his eyes as he looked at him, keenly noticing the hostility in his tone, and said, "I have never been there. I have been playing with the male concubine bestowed upon me by His Majesty all day, and he can testify to that."

"Heh, what male concubine? He's just a human cultivator's prisoner. His words can't be taken as evidence." He turned his head and saw a man lying in the inner room, his eyes filled with disdain.

Faced with his difficult question, Tu Longjian spread his hands, looking helpless: "Then what do you want?"

"Without evidence, naturally we should take him away and imprison him for interrogation." He stepped forward to bind Tu Longjian with the Demon-Binding Rope, but saw that the other party was staring at the leader without any panic.

He turned his head to look at the leader, who was also the head of their peacekeeping faction. The other man waved to him, signaling him to stop.

The peacemaker leader smiled amiably and said, "Do you have any other evidence? Why don't you show it to us? Otherwise, official business is more important, and we'll have to offend you."

Tu Longjian's lips curled up, and he said confidently, "I also have witnesses."

Song Liqing pulled off her hairband and saw Wen Yang sitting neatly dressed on the edge of the bed, seemingly not having reacted.

He grabbed the other person's collar and pulled them close, threatening in a low voice, "Don't go to help her, I hate her. You demons all deserve to die."

Startled by Song Liqing's outburst and seeing her gritted teeth, Wen Yang felt a surge of fear and finally snapped out of it. He frantically broke free from Song Liqing's grasp, his clothes loosening considerably in the struggle. Disheveled, Wen Yang rushed out.

His face flushed with excitement as he shouted, "I can testify too. I arrived here just as it got dark and didn't see Yi Mojiang leave."

When he heard him say "it's just getting dark," Tu Longjian raised an eyebrow. Wen Yang tried to ignore the strange feeling in his heart and continued to speak righteously, but he saw that the people present had strange expressions and their eyes were shifting between the three of them.

"Lord Yi, you're in high spirits."

"Wen Yang, what are you doing here?!" The gentle face of the peacemaker leader was cracked. She couldn't imagine why she would see her usually virtuous youngest son here, looking like he had been...