Sheng Mozhao, who had his own little thoughts, had already forgotten his little calculations when he saw Xiyao's figure appear at the door. His mind and eyes were filled with Xiyao's figure.

Because he stood up suddenly, the silver-white fox fur cloak slipped to the ground. At this time, everyone finally saw the style of the clothes inside the cloak. It was a silver-red butterfly pattern and golden rain silk brocade robe. The color was very bright. If it was worn by an ordinary person, it would definitely not be able to hold up. But when worn on Sheng Mozhao, the clothes looked a little inferior.

Under the bright candlelight, the golden thread gleamed faintly, making Sheng Mozhao look like a god descending from heaven, pure and untouchable, and unattainable.

Xiyao naturally saw such a dazzling figure as soon as he entered the door. He was stunned for a moment and stood there in a daze.

Seeing the grievance in Sheng Mozhao's eyes becoming more and more obvious, Xi Yao was confused, but heartbroken, as if the slightest grievance suffered by the person in front of her was a sorrow that her soul could not bear.

While he was stunned, an arrow from his sleeve flew through him quickly, but Sheng Mozhao seemed unaware of it. His pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes fell on Xi Yao with affection. The corners of his lips turned down slightly, and his eyes were filled with tears, as if he would burst into tears like a child who had been wronged in the next moment.

The arrow flew through the wind and was about to pierce Sheng Mozhao's chest when it was grasped by a snow-white jade hand.

Upon closer inspection, the jade palm was actually trembling slightly, as if its heart was about to jump out of its chest in panic.

Only after he firmly grasped the arrow and confirmed that the person in front of him was safe and sound did Xiyao slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

At that moment, her heart told her that the person in front of her must not be hurt in any way.

Fortunately, she was fast enough.