"It is not His Highness's place to lecture me on how my men are."

Grasping Jun Wuke's hand that was patting Di Beiyao's shoulder, his tall figure stood in front of Di Beiyao, his narrow phoenix eyes staring directly at Jun Wuke, revealing a sharp, cold glint in them.

Jun Wuke felt somewhat embarrassed by that gaze, and the hand held by Jun Wuji was throbbing with pain.

Trying to break free but finding himself unable to move, he took a step back and said, "Your Majesty is right; it was I who overstepped my bounds."

Jun Wuji then released his grip on Jun Wuke's hand, turned and left. Di Beiyao quickly followed in Jun Wuji's footsteps.

After taking a few steps, as if remembering something, she turned back and gave Jun Wuke a charming smile.

You little rascal, just you wait.

Jun Wuke was stunned by Di Beiyao's smile. When she came to her senses, Jun Wuji and Di Beiyao were long gone.

His eyes darkened. Damn it, he had almost been bewitched by this woman!

Looking at the tall figure walking in front of him, Di Beiyao felt inexplicably touched, thinking about how the man had just defended him.

Over the past few days, she felt that Jun Wuji was not like the rumors suggested. Apart from being cold and unsmiling, he didn't seem to have any particularly bad behavior.

Popular legend says that Jun Wuji was cold-blooded and ruthless, killing without hesitation on the battlefield, leaving mountains of corpses and seas of blood in his wake.

They also gave Jun Wuji a title: Cold-faced Yama.

She scoffed at it; her people called her a female demon.

As far as she knew, the border countries were eyeing Canglan with covetous intent. Without Jun Wuji fighting on the battlefield, how could Canglan enjoy peace?

It's one thing for the people of Canglan Kingdom to be ungrateful to Jun Wuji, but they also think of him as a god of destruction, ignorant, foolish, and utterly ridiculous.

"bump"

Di Beiyao felt as if he had bumped into a hard wall. When he looked up, he realized it was Jun Wuji's back. He quickly took a few steps back.

"Lord, Lord, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to." Why did she suddenly stop? Her poor nose...

Jun Wuji did not answer her, but only glanced at Di Beiyao with his cold eyes before turning around and continuing to walk in the direction he came from.

Di Beiyao was bewildered.

Oh well, the child is pitiful, so she reluctantly decided not to hold it against him.

——Divider——

It was midnight.

The Crown Prince's residence.

A dark shadow flashed across the tall eaves, so fast that one almost thought it was their imagination.

Above the Crown Prince's bedchamber, Di Beiyao tiptoed and parted a section of the roof, a sly glint flashing in his bright, dark eyes.

You troublemakers, you dare to bully me in broad daylight! Just wait and see what true retribution is.

He pulled a thin bamboo tube from his clothes and blew out a few wisps of smoke.

The guards and maids who had been stationed in the Crown Prince's palace all collapsed and fainted.

The hidden guards, sensing something was amiss, revealed themselves and looked in the direction where Di Beiyao was.

The next second, he was struck by a silver needle thrown by Di Beiyao at some unknown time and fell to the ground.

Di Beiyao flipped down from the roof and appeared in Jun Wuke's bedroom. He strolled over to Jun Wuke's bedside.

Jun Wuke seemed to sense the danger, and woke up with a start, opening her sleepy eyes.

Then they saw a man in black, his face covered except for his eyes, and all the servants lying on the ground.

Terrified, before he could even utter a word, his pressure points were struck, followed by a storm of punches from Di Beiyao.

You brazenly plotted against me? Huh? You slapped my wound? Huh? You reckless scoundrel!