Mo Beichen then said, "This is the last time."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked up at Mo Beichen cautiously yet with great hope.

Mo Beichen cleared his throat. "I will take you home."

"Your Highness!" everyone exclaimed.

Mo Beichen's voice was deep and powerful, "What, haven't you had enough fun yet?" Yun Qingluo felt Mo Beichen's hand clench into a fist.

Yun Qingluo slightly curled her lips; this guy was far from being as calm as he appeared.

The twenty-three people shouted in unison, "Enough!"

"Well, since you've had enough fun, come home with me." Mo Beichen loosened his grip slightly, and Yun Qingluo placed her small hand into Mo Beichen's large hand, which he held tightly.

My palms, which are usually dry and warm, were surprisingly covered with a thin layer of sweat.

Mo Feng and Mo Yu walked in, and Yun Qingluo raised an eyebrow slightly. "Ah Chen, you had this all planned out in advance?"

Mo Beichen looked down at Yun Qingluo and hugged her tighter, "You are the only variable."

Yun Qinglu pouted and muttered, "Who told you not to tell me sooner?"

Mo Beichen smiled, and Yun Qingluo could sense that he was very happy.

"Mo Feng, send someone to secretly escort them back to the capital and settle them in," Mo Beichen said, glancing at Mo Feng.

Mo Feng and Mo Yu were clearly very excited. Great! They were finally back.

"Yes, Your Highness, we will make proper arrangements," the two replied.

The crowd grew anxious. "Your Highness, we want to follow you!"

Mo Beichen said calmly, "What's the rush? There will be plenty of opportunities to beat you up later. Go to the Netherworld for a trial first, and when I come back, I'll see if you're qualified to follow me."