Early in the morning, Bei Feng rushed to Bei Yan's palace.

Bei Yan, who had been forced to kneel until midnight, was too tired to get up and was fast asleep on his bed.

He was woken up from his sleep by his older brother's loud voice.

"Little sister, little sister, wake up! People from the celestial realm have come to negotiate peace with us!"

Bei Yan didn't even blink, turned over and continued sleeping, mumbling incoherently:

"Let's talk, I'm so sleepy, please let me go, brother."

Bei Feng helplessly tugged at Bei Yan's blanket: "Don't you want to know why the Immortal Realm suddenly wants to make peace with us?"

"Hoo hoo hoo~" Bei Yan's soft snoring was the only response to Bei Feng's words. Bei Feng shook his head speechlessly.

"Junlin specifically requests to see you!" Bei Feng deliberately raised his voice a few notches.

Bei Yan waved his hand, "Impossible, impossible, I didn't tell him my name at all."

Bei Feng unfolded the scroll he was holding and patted Bei Yan's blanket: "It doesn't have a name. He gave your portrait directly to Father. You didn't see Father's expression at the time..."

"Teng!"

Bei Yan suddenly opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and snatched the scroll from Bei Feng's hand.

Sure enough, the person depicted on the scroll was none other than his own face!

He closed his eyes, and suddenly a feeling of resignation and despair crept into his heart: "Brother, what else did he say to our father?"

"He said he wanted to see you, but Father didn't agree." Bei Feng's feelings were very complicated; Jun Lin's attitude made him feel very strange.

It's like, it's like his little sister is his sweetheart... Stop, stop, this thought is too terrible.

"Little sister, tell your older brother the truth, what about you and Junlin... is there anything between you...?"

"What is it?" Bei Yan looked completely innocent and clueless. What did he have with Jun Lin? A benefactor? But he had already repaid the favor, so there shouldn't be anything else.

Bei Feng had watched Bei Yan grow up, and seeing Bei Yan like this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, no matter what Jun Lin's attitude was, as long as his little sister didn't mean it that way, that was fine.

"Little sister, listen to your big brother, stay away from that Junlin from now on."

Bei Feng put his hand on Bei Yan's shoulder and said solemnly.

"Mmm." Bei Yan nodded in agreement. She didn't want to see that stinky man again. She still held a grudge about what the little beauty had done.

Life motto: Stay away from gods and immortals; they're all bad apples!

Immortal: Dou'er, I've been wronged!

The sudden request for peace from the Celestial Realm ruler is still quite perplexing. Although a temporary truce has been agreed upon, the demon race has not let their guard down.

But as the saying goes, you can't hit someone who's smiling at you.

Since the Crown Prince of the Celestial Realm has come in person to request peace, there is no reason to be negligent. Moreover, if a reconciliation can truly be reached, it would be a good thing.

After all, war is never a good thing.

It was midnight.

Inside the embassy, ​​Junlin stood by the window with his hands behind his back, his three thousand silver hairs cascading down to his waist.

"My Lord, I have found out that the palace where that young lady—no, the little princess of the demon realm—lives is in the due north, the most magnificent one there."

The speaker was Feng Yi, Jun Lin's personal immortal guard and also his right-hand man.

"Feng Jun, you...you're not planning to go find her, are you?" Feng Yi hesitated for a moment before finally speaking out his thoughts.

Jun Lin raised a slight brow: "Why not?"

Feng Yi wiped the cold sweat from his brow: "My lord, please forgive my bluntness, but the palace where the demon princess resides must have powerful demons protecting her. You..."