With a "whoosh" sound!

A sharp sword, its cold light gleaming, pierced through the air!

The masked man's expression changed drastically, and he hastily withdrew his hand and retreated.

Still unable to dodge, the sword energy slashed his arm, and bright red blood seeped out from his sleeve!

Immediately afterwards, a figure in black rushed in, his killing intent sweeping around like a storm, and stood firmly in front of Jiang Luoluo.

Jiang Luoluo felt completely at ease only after gazing at that familiar figure.

Xie Yizhi swung his longsword, its blade pointing directly at the man, his eyes as cold as blades. "Dare to touch my woman? You're courting death!"

The sword flashed again, and a sharp sword aura struck straight at his face. In the blink of an eye, a loud bang was heard, and thick black smoke exploded, instantly obscuring his vision.

The masked man seized the opportunity to flee quickly through the hidden door!

"Chase!" Mo Yang and Mo Feng drew their swords and gave chase almost simultaneously.

"Stop chasing them," Jiang Luoluo suddenly said.

Xie Yizhi paused slightly, his eyes suddenly darkening as an overwhelming surge of jealousy rose within him.

She just asked the man with tears in her eyes why he married someone else instead of her. Is she still thinking about that man?

Xie Yizhi's cold gaze fell on Jiang Luoluo's face, but the next moment, his heart was gripped tightly.

Her eyelashes trembled, tears welling up but not falling, clinging to her long, delicate lashes, making her look pitiful.

Xie Yizhi sheathed his longsword, slowly squatted down, and gently wiped away the tears on her face with his slender fingers.

The cool, refreshing scent of pine and cypress lingered around my nose, familiar yet comforting.

However, upon being touched, Jiang Luoluo could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down her face.

"Xie Yizhi, you bastard, you've finally come!" Her voice was choked with sobs, filled with grievance and a hint of relief at surviving a disaster.

Xie Yizhi's chest trembled. All the jealousy, doubt, and anger in his heart were extinguished by her tears at this moment, turning into a deep sigh.

He gently stroked the top of her soft hair. "I'm here, don't be afraid!"

He picked her up and said in a low voice, his voice filled with murderous intent, "Mo Yang, tie up the manager of Liuyue Pavilion."

Just as Mo Yang was about to accept the order, Mo Feng suddenly saw Ding Dang sleeping unconscious to the side and swiftly and accurately chopped her with a chop.

"Ouch! Who hit me?"

Dingdang slowly woke up, and upon opening her eyes, she saw her princess being held in Prince Yi's arms. She instantly became alert: "Princess! Princess, are you alright?!"

However, before Jiang Luoluo could respond, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the door.

"Did you see that? Princess Yi seems to be having a secret rendezvous with a man!"

"That's right! She went into the private room first, and a man went in right after her."

"That man is tall and slender; he doesn't look like Prince Yi..."

"Ha, what a fickle woman! Even before they were married, she was always clinging to General Gu, and even moved into his residence. Now that she's Princess Yi, she still hasn't changed her ways!"

"Exactly! How could Prince Yi be interested in such a disreputable woman?"

...

The unbridled chatter grew louder and louder, and even people from other private rooms peeked out to watch.

The diners in the lobby on the first floor also stopped eating, and some even stood on the stairs, listening intently to the discussions upstairs, their eyes shining, eager to see this royal spectacle.

However, just as those people were shaking their heads and talking loudly...

"boom!"

A powerful palm strike swept out!

The door to the private room shattered instantly, splinters of wood flew everywhere, and the most vocal group of people were all knocked to the ground by the force of the palm strike!

They were about to unleash a torrent of curses when, in the instant they looked up, they were struck by the figure in a dark robe, standing before the door like a demon from hell, exuding a chilling aura of murderous intent.

Prince Yi, Xie Yizhi!

At this moment, he held Princess Yi in his arms, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the people on the ground, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

The group was terrified. Despite the pain, they hurriedly prostrated themselves and kowtowed, saying, "Greetings, Prince Yi! Greetings, Princess Yi!"

"Who instructed you to spread rumors?"

Xie Yizhi spoke coldly, his voice as if it had been tempered with ice, chilling to the bone.

The men trembled, too terrified to even lift their heads, cold sweat trickling down their foreheads.

They had only taken the money, intending to incite the diners' emotions and then slip away in the chaos, but little did they know they had kicked a hot plate!

The cold-faced Yama, Xie Yizhi!

This name is renowned throughout the capital. Now, under his gaze, they couldn't help but feel the urge to urinate, their faces turned ashen, and they could barely speak.

"Reporting to Prince Yi, it was... it was Princess Anrou who instructed us to do this!"

These words immediately caused an uproar among the surrounding crowd.

The staircase of Liuyue Pavilion was already packed with people, with many diners peeking out and discussing the scene.

Everyone in the capital knew about Lu Anrou's affair.

She's not going to marry into Prince Yi's household, she's going to bring trouble to Prince Yi's wife!

"It really is her! Princess Anrou has always been arrogant and domineering."

"She's capable of doing something like that!"

For a moment, everyone's gaze was filled with disdain and contempt.

Xie Yizhi gave a cold laugh, glanced at the group, and said with a chilling killing intent in his voice: "Mo Yang, Mo Feng, take them to the Dali Temple!"

"yes!"

Mo Yang and Mo Feng bowed and accepted the order, then dragged the men away without any mercy.

Before long, the manager of Liuyue Pavilion was also brought out. He was kneeling on the ground, trembling, not daring to make a sound.

Soon, the group was escorted to the Dali Temple, while the crowd inside Liuyue Pavilion continued to watch, exchanging bewildered glances.

At that moment, Xie Yizhi carried Jiang Luoluo and slowly walked down the stairs.

As night fell, his tall and imposing figure stood out, the person in his arms nestled against him, so docile that it evoked pity.

Everyone turned to look, sighing in unison!

Prince Yi is so good to Princess Yi!

The carriage stopped at the gate, and with a clanging sound, it slowly drove towards Prince Yi's residence.

The candlelight inside the car was warm. Xie Yizhi took out a warm handkerchief and gently wiped away the tears on Jiang Luoluo's face. His voice was low and guilty: "I'm sorry, Luoluo, I've dragged you into this."

Jiang Luoluo shook her head, still feeling lingering fear, and said, "It's not your fault, it's my own carelessness that led me to fall into Lu Anrou's trap."

She paused, her brows furrowing slightly: "I didn't expect that Liuyue Pavilion would have a hidden door."

I just told Mo Yang and Mo Feng not to chase after them, because I was afraid they would rashly fall into their trap.

Upon hearing this, Xie Yizhi nodded slightly, but a lingering bitterness still remained in his heart.

He was silent for a moment, then finally spoke, his tone unconsciously lowering slightly: "Lolo, do you recognize that masked man?"

Jiang Luoluo's eyes flickered slightly, and she gently rubbed her fingertips on the handkerchief, seemingly still in thought.

After a moment, she sighed softly, "I didn't recognize it at first, but as I stalled for time, I noticed some familiar habits."

She paused for a moment, then looked intently at Xie Yizhi: "He is Gu Boyuan."

Xie Yizhi's eyes turned cold, and his brows furrowed slightly: "It really was him."