Gu Junze was already upset about the Ministry of Revenue's affairs, and this remark from the palace servant only made him more frustrated. He suddenly kicked the servant, yelling, "Can't you speak properly? Who's the one who's being unreasonable?"

The palace servant was kicked and rolled on the ground, then immediately scrambled to his feet, knelt down, and kowtowed repeatedly: "This servant was wrong, this servant was wrong..."

He seemed to suddenly remember something, and hurriedly shook his head, stammering, "No...no...it's..."

"What are you trying to say by stammering? Speak clearly before you speak," Gu Junze said impatiently, frowning.

"Your Highness, you should probably hide for now, the world..."

Before the palace servant could finish speaking, the palace door was suddenly kicked open, and a blizzard rushed in like a tidal wave. The temperature inside the palace plummeted instantly, and the chill was biting.

Gu Junze's eyes were blurred by the wind and snow. He frowned and looked against the wind and snow, only to see a figure coming through the gale.

The newcomer was tall and slender, like a drawn sword, sharp and imposing.

His hair was casually tied into a ponytail, with a few stray strands flying high in the wind, adding to his unruly and wild appearance.

His face was extremely beautiful, with features so exquisite they seemed to have been created by nature. Yet at this moment, he was covered with a layer of frost, his brows and eyes were cold and stern, his gaze sharp as an ice blade, as if he had come seeking revenge.

The wind and snow raged behind him, but could not conceal his coldness and ruthlessness.

Gu Junze's face instantly darkened, and his gaze met Gu Zhixing's with sharp, piercing eyes. A tense atmosphere of hostility instantly filled the air between the two.