There is heaven above and Linhang below.

As the most powerful of the seven states, Wei Zhaoguo's capital was naturally extremely prosperous.

Even at night, the streets are bustling with cars and horses. Everywhere you look, you can see bustling crowds of people and the gradually lit lights of thousands of homes.

Old Wu has been in Beijiang for so long that he almost forgot what Linhang looks like.

At this moment, standing at the gate of Linhang City, looking at the prosperous city shrouded in moonlight, feeling the fireworks and dust of my hometown, my eyes are hot.

However, he did not dare to delay and used his lightness skills to quickly arrive in front of a majestic mansion.

Even the imperial palace of Beijiang State was not as magnificent as this mansion. Looking at the four elegant and noble doors and the lifelike stone lions at the door, one could get a glimpse of how graceful and elegant the owner inside was.

Fourteen years have passed, and Prince Yong's Mansion has not changed at all.

Old Wu straightened his clothes several times before he walked through the front door, came to the backyard, and skillfully climbed over the wall to go in.

Before he could even stand firmly on the ground, a sharp hidden weapon came straight towards his neck with a tremendous force.

He widened his eyes, bent down and barely managed to get past, but was still scratched by the hidden weapon, which grazed his arm and left a deep scar.

Blood immediately gushed out of his arm, soaking his gray robe.

Old Wu raised his eyes and saw a handsome man in black clothes sitting under the pear tree in front of him. His aura was like snow, cold and noble. A hidden weapon was sandwiched between his slender middle finger and ring finger.

Feeling Old Wu's scrutiny, the man narrowed his cold eyes slightly, revealing a dangerous light, and asked with his thin lips slightly opened: "Why are you going to Prince Yong's Mansion?"

Even though he was in a wheelchair, the man's martial arts and five senses were still at the level of the world's top masters.

Even a secret guard of Lao Wu's level can't get away with it.

Old Wu immediately wailed, "Prince, you don't even recognize Xuan Ji?"

Prince Yong's cold expression was broken for a moment.

"Mystery?"

Wu Xuanji raised his hand and wiped his face, wiping off all the disguises, revealing a handsome face.

He wanted to rush over and hug Prince Yong's thighs and cry, his voice aggrieved, "Prince, I have worked hard for you for more than ten years, how could you forget me?"

Prince Yong gathered up his wide sleeves and coughed to ease the embarrassment. "How could I forget you? How have you been all these years? Is your injury serious? I'll call the imperial physician immediately. By the way, why did you come back suddenly? Did something happen to her?"

When he said the last sentence, his cold brows frowned and his eyes were full of worry.

Wu Xuanji waved his hand and said, "It's okay. This is nothing. I have been injured so badly when I followed the prince to the battlefield. Don't worry, Madam An is fine. Let me tell you in detail. Look—"

As Wu Xuanji spoke, he took out a roll of drawing paper from his sleeve.

The artist's painting skills are average, but one can still see the lively beauty of the person in the painting. She is wearing a moon-white wide-sleeved fairy dress and a thin veil. When the wind blows, half of her cold and peerless face is revealed.

King Yong paused, his eyes broken and sad, he stretched out his hand to touch something but suddenly pulled it back, clenched his fist tightly, and then began to cough heavily.

Wu Xuanji was frightened, and hurried to calm him down, choosing his words carefully: "My Lord, how has your health been these years?"

After coughing for a while, Prince Yong straightened up, his eyebrows and eyes calm, "No problem, tell me about your days in Beijiang."

Wu Xuanji knew that this was what King Yong was waiting for, so he quickly told him everything that had happened in Beijiang without missing a word.

Including how he helped Aunt An's two uncles to get rich, how he secretly protected Aunt An's safety and prevented her from being harmed by the head of the family, and how he protected the safety of the young lady...

How could a vicious woman like Zhao allow the beautiful concubine An to jump around comfortably under her nose? I don't know how many obstacles she has created in secret for concubine An and the families of the eldest and second brothers An.

Sometimes they were killers, sometimes they were poisonous, and they were all eliminated secretly by Wu Xuanji and fought back without making any sound.

If it weren't for Wu Xuanji, the An family would have died more than a dozen times.

Speaking of the young lady, Prince Yong paused, "She, has a child?"

Wu Xuanji looked a little reluctant and said slowly, "Yes, Your Majesty, the young lady looks very similar to Miss An. She is fifteen years old this year, married, and very smart. It was Aunt An's family that her husband's family took away. I observed that the group of people were quite reliable, so I came back to report."

"Fifteen years old?" Prince Yong was stunned for a moment, then thought he was overthinking.

If it was her own child, why wouldn't Xiaotao tell her?

Wu Xuanji nodded: "Xie Boyuan is not very good to the young lady, but fortunately she married a good husband's family. Although her husband's family is in exile, I observe that they can probably make a name for themselves. I am afraid that Beijiang is about to change."

"Not good?" Prince Yong's narrow eyes revealed a hint of danger, "Why is it not good? Tell me now."

Wu Xuanji told King Yong every word of Xie Ling's tragic experience from childhood to adulthood.

Prince Yong's expression became increasingly cold. After hearing this, his eyes seemed to freeze into ice, and his thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line.

He slapped the armrest of the wheelchair fiercely, "Ridiculous! How can there be such a father in the world! If she were my daughter, I would definitely spoil her to the sky, giving her the stars and the moon. Why does he treat her like this? He really doesn't know what is good for him!"

At the end of his speech, Prince Yong became so emotional that he coughed up another pool of blood.

Wu Xuanji didn't dare to say anything more, for fear of irritating King Yong again.

King Yong leaned back in his chair, looking at the high, blue sky, once again repenting for his own incompetence. His heart was tightly clenched in pain.

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