How can you arrest someone just because you say so, Prince?"

Murong Qingyun looked at him as if he were an idiot, and casually pulled out a bright yellow scroll from his sleeve. "Master Zhu, do you think this prince would dare to arrest you, an imperial official, without someone's permission? The imperial decree is here, Master Zhu, are you planning to disobey it?"

When Zhu Sui heard this, he instantly wilted.

He knew that with such a serious incident, he would definitely be taken back to the capital regardless of whether the prince was dead or alive. But now the prince was not dead, and the people came to abduct him back anyway. It was hard to say whether there was something he didn't know about.

After arresting the prefect Zhu Sui and the governor Pang Mo, Murong Qingyun rode his horse towards the city. Seeing the dashing and charming Murong Qingyun, a glint of almost crazy jealousy flashed across Murong Yan's eyes.

Mr. Jing, who was following behind them, was wearing a silver mask and his expression could not be seen.

"Brother." Murong Xiao looked at Murong Qingyun with a smile on his lips.

"Xiao'er!" After seeing Murong Xiao, Murong Qingyun raised an unconcealable smile at the corner of his lips, but when he saw Qian Yeming walking out of the prefect's mansion afterwards, his expression froze.

Qian Yeming, despite so many assassination attempts, not only did he survive, he wasn't injured, and even his complexion seemed to have improved. Was he dazzled? Why did he feel like Qian Yeming had gained some weight?

"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Although he was very reluctant, Murong Qingyun had to kneel down in front of his brother who was so high and mighty.

Qian Yeming looked at Murong Yan who was still reluctant to kneel down and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Murong Yan fought with Qian Yeming for a long time before finally squatting in front of him to pay homage.

"Big brother, second sister, thank you for your courtesy. Please stand up."

"Your Highness is frightened. I am here on the Emperor's orders to escort Your Highness and the Crown Princess back to the capital. I wonder when Your Highness will be able to depart?"

"I don't want to stay here for a moment. I've already ordered my things to be packed. Thank you, big brother, for escorting me!"

Qian Yeming kept calling him "Big Brother," and Murong Qingyun was furious. But he had promised his father that he would never do anything excessive, otherwise he would never be embarrassed again before his great success. Thinking of this, Murong Qingyun could only try his best to suppress his anger and force a smile.

"Your Highness, if you go back now, aren't you afraid of a cold flare-up?" Murong Yan asked doubtfully.

Qian Yeming had come to Fengyang because the climate was suitable for his health, but even then, she had a vague feeling that something was amiss. So, this time, she insisted on following Murong Qingyun. When she saw Qian Yeming again, he looked even more radiant than the last time she'd seen him. And his complexion was noticeably better. If someone hadn't told her he was a man suffering from a strange poison, she would have thought he was a normal person.

This expression made her wonder if Qian Yeming had a reason to come to Fengyang in the first place, and now that his business was done, he was finding an excuse to leave.

Murong Yan stared at Qian Yeming. No matter how she looked at him, she felt that he was much more elegant than Murong Qingyun. Her jealousy towards Murong Xiao deepened.

She couldn't understand why all the good men were attracted to Murong Xiao, even though they were all spies and time travelers. Were men really animals that thought with their lower bodies?

"Compared to a cold attack, life is the most important thing. Why, does Second Sister think that I shouldn't go back?"