Especially the twin sisters, Biyu and Baihe, in front of him. They are the daughters of Zhuoyue's good friend, and he watched them grow up. Two and a half years ago, they were selected to enter the palace and become the palace's spirit maidens. They are responsible for taking care of the king's daily life. Each spirit maiden only needs to stay in the palace for three years. In other words, in another six months, this batch of palace maids can go home and get married.

"Lord Zhuoyue." Sure enough, upon hearing Zhuoyue's words of comfort, Bai He knelt down before him with a "plop!"

"Child, get up quickly, or it might not be good if someone sees you," Zhuoyue said, glancing around as he reached out to pull her up. Fortunately, there was no one else in front of the hall besides them.

Seeing this, the other sisters, led by Biyu, tacitly spread out to both sides, seemingly standing on the stone slabs to guard the main hall, but actually blocking Baihe and Zhuoyue in the middle...

Bai He raised her head, took Zhuo Yue's arm, stood up, and shook her head desperately while tears streamed down her face. "The king wasn't like this before. He treated us like his own siblings, cared for us deeply, and never hurt us."

But during this time, he seemed like a completely different person. Although he looked exactly like the king, his scent and his behavior kept reminding us that this person didn't seem to be our king..."

Bai He was speaking with deep sorrow and indignation.

"Thump thump..." Hurried footsteps came from the right front at the bottom of the stone steps.

“Someone’s coming,” Biyu said softly without turning around.

"Alright, stop talking!" Lord Zhuo released Bai He's hand, quietly stopping her while continuing to speak in a low voice to the women, "Listen, nothing happened just now. I'm going to the palace to discuss important matters with the King..."

Zhuoyue straightened up and suddenly shouted, "Your father asked me to tell you not to worry about home, just serve the king wholeheartedly..."

As he spoke, Zhuoyue turned and walked towards the front of the hall.

Bai He was obedient and had already stood firm. She bowed her head and thanked Zhuo Yue in the direction he had left, and then quickly returned to her original position.

Following behind was a short old man wearing a red robe. The old man had red hair, red eyes, and a face full of wrinkles. Although he looked old, he was light-footed and walked very fast without touching the ground.

He moved forward like a ball of flame. At this moment, the fiery red old man saw Zhuo Yue ahead and, with one hand smoothing his long robe, waved the other hand vigorously at Zhuo Yue, "Lord Zhuo Yue, wait!"

"It's you!" Upon hearing the shrill, piercing voice, Zhuo Yue turned around abruptly. When he saw the old man in front of him, his expression froze instantly. His fists, which had been hanging by his sides, were unconsciously clenched tightly. "Firebird, how dare you appear in front of me again?"

“Lord Zhuoyue,” the old man in red raised his hand and pressed his pointed nose, looking at Zhuoyue with a smug look, “It was the king who personally released me. From now on, we will serve in the same court. This old man hopes that Lord Zhuoyue will put aside personal grudges and assist my king until we rule the four seas and eight wastelands.”

"How dare you! You have committed heinous crimes and deserve to die a thousand deaths. How could the King possibly release you? Firebird! You must have escaped from prison. Today, I will capture you and bring you back to the Heavenly Prison to be severely punished..."

As soon as Zhuoyue finished speaking, a look of anger flashed across his round face. He then raised his hands towards the sky, and two auspicious clouds appeared from afar, settling steadily in his palms...