Jiang Yan skimmed through the text, "Ke Min".

Ke Min stepped forward and said, "Your subordinate is here."

"Go and bring here a man named Zi'e."

Zi'e, who was suddenly called out, was a little confused.

The military leader standing to the side paused for a moment, then said, "When we brought Feng Ziyi here, we also brought a little girl with us. She was wearing a light purple dress."

Where?

"It's in the room next door."

Jiang Yan bent his long, slender fingers and carefully folded the letter back into its original shape, placing it into the envelope. "Bring it over."

Zi'e quickly returned to her room, only to be overpowered by those men. These rough men were ruthless, holding her down with all their might, showing no mercy whatsoever.

As soon as Zi'e entered, she could feel Jiang Yan's scrutinizing gaze.

The handsome king curved his lips into a smile, revealing two shallow dimples that appeared and disappeared, exuding a gentle aura.

No wonder the gods said he was obedient; they must have been fooled by his appearance.

The man asked in a low voice, his tone clear and melodious, like shattered jade striking in a cold spring, "Miss Zi'e, can you tell me where she went?"

Everyone present knew who "she" referred to; it was self-evident.

Jiang Yan's language and behavior always gave Zi'e a strange feeling, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong.

"I have no idea."

Jiang Yan looked at her, his smile fading. "You don't know?"

He raised his hand, and the guards stepped out from behind him to restrain the struggling Feng Ziyi, rendering him unable to move. A man walked in from outside, holding a wooden stick as thick as a wrist, and struck Feng Ziyi's knee hard.

Zi'e cried out in horror, "Stop!"

Nobody paid any attention to her.

If that kind of force were applied, Feng Ziyi's leg would undoubtedly be crippled.

Zi'e subconsciously used her magic, and the wooden stick shattered into pieces just before it hit Feng Ziyi's skin.

"Sorcery!" the crowd exclaimed. "Quickly! Protect His Majesty!"

Jiang Yan's gaze lingered on the wood chips scattered on the ground, his eyelashes lowered, making it impossible to discern his expression.

He pushed the crowd aside, his dark eyes fixed on Zi'e. "Shu Yun has protected him since he was little. She called you here when she wasn't around. He's very important to you, isn't he?"

Looking at his expression, Zi'e had a bad feeling.

“You can’t act rashly, otherwise you wouldn’t have watched him stay locked up like this,” Jiang Yan said, twirling the jade ring on his finger. “You also can’t kill anyone, because you just attacked a wooden stick.”

This person is very thoughtful; he deduced so much in such a short time.

Zi'e felt that things were getting tricky.

Is she a demon? Jiang Yan pondered. He thought of Empress Wang of the Lan Dynasty. Demons acted recklessly and freely, but she seemed to be restrained by something.

More like a righteous person than a demon.

Jiang Yan's fingers clenched slowly inside his cloak. He thought he had gone through so much trouble and hardship to get to where he was today, his hands stained with blood and dirt.

But now I've discovered that this world is full of strange and wonderful things, including demons, and who knows what else might exist.

So what about Shu Yun?

“Keep fighting,” Jiang Yan raised his eyes to meet Zi’e’s gaze. “I want to see how long you can interfere in human affairs.”

This person is really difficult to deal with, Zi'e sighed helplessly.

"Even if I tell you, you still won't find her. Don't try to meddle in levels you can't reach."

She urged, "Why don't you just be content being your emperor on earth?"

A level he couldn't access...

Jiang Yan felt extremely uncomfortable. A voice kept clamoring in his mind, tempting him, saying that if he accepted it, he could get what he wanted.