Di Beiyao "..."

Smile, hehe.

Jun Wuji is being pretentious again, but this embrace is really warm.

So what was she worrying about? Right now, isn't someone's heartbeat changing because of her?

"Jun Wuji's" cold voice was muffled, carrying a hint of peculiar emotion.

"I'm here." His long, narrow phoenix eyes looked at the person in his arms with deep affection and unwavering determination.

"Come inside, I'm cold." She wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her face in his broad chest, and listened to his strong heartbeat, feeling inexplicably at ease.

"Okay." He had been standing under the tree for a long time, seeing her lying there alone, her slender figure bathed in moonlight, filled with loneliness.

A sudden, inexplicable pang of pain shot through my heart, as if a similar scene had occurred long ago. So I called her name.

To her surprise, this startled her and caused her to fall from the tree. However, looking at the unusually docile little one in her arms...

Hmm... His Highness Prince Ji is inexplicably in a very pleasant mood!

Meanwhile, inside Prince Wu Ke's house.

"Crack!" The sound of a cup shattering echoed from inside the room.

Inside the room, Jun Wuke sat in a chair with a gloomy face, while Lin Lei and the others beside him all lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound.

"Jun Wuji!" He practically spat out those three words through gritted teeth.

That damned guy! This flood relief effort not only repeatedly contradicted his decisions, but also made him, the crown prince, lose face time and time again!

Jun Wuji, on the other hand, not only made a name for himself, but he also deliberately had rumors spread among the people that he was a ruthless killer, which actually caused his downfall!

Her grip on the fan tightened, and a sinister glint flashed in her peach blossom eyes. It seemed that some things had to be done more quickly!

Seven Killings Pavilion.

Inside the maple-red main hall, a man and a woman were kneeling, and a man dressed in white stood beside them.

"Master, this is absolutely forbidden! The strength of the Prince of Ji is unfathomable, and his bodyguards are also top-notch experts. You must not go alone!"

The one who spoke was a man kneeling on the ground, an elderly man of about forty years old wearing a blue robe.

The old man's name was Ye Qing, one of the hall masters of the Seven Kill Pavilion. He was extremely skilled in martial arts and was mainly responsible for training the Seven Kill Pavilion's assassins in martial arts.

"Old Man Ye is right, Pavilion Master. You are the pillar of our Seven Kill Pavilion. If something happens to you, what will become of our Seven Kill Pavilion?"

The woman in blue kneeling beside Ye Qing echoed this sentiment. Dressed in blue, she gave off an ethereal, otherworldly aura, yet possessed an extremely alluring face.

This woman is Lan Yan, who is in charge of the intelligence network of the Seven Kill Pavilion. She looks delicate and frail, but she is actually quite skilled and adept at using poison.

"Ah, the Pavilion Master must have his own reasons for making this decision, so why are you two Hall Masters in such a hurry?"

The white-clad man beside him spoke slowly, but before he could finish, he received piercingly cold stares from the two kneeling men, and immediately shut his mouth in embarrassment.

Bai Sang is skilled in business, and he manages all the shops and businesses under the Seven Killings Pavilion.

All three had been saved by Beitang Feng and had served the Seven Kill Pavilion loyally for many years.

Although the three have different personalities, they are also inseparable friends who have been through thick and thin together.

Sitting beneath the golden throne, Beitang Feng was still dressed in a crimson robe, but this time he was not wearing a mask.

His handsome, devilish face was thus exposed to everyone without any concealment.

Clearly, these three were people he trusted implicitly.