Ye Qianning walked to the construction site. The high platform had not been built yet. There were tables and chairs on both sides of the platform, and many people were queuing in front of the tables.

At the front table, someone picked up a pen and wrote down the names of the people preparing for the competition.

Ye Qianning found a seat in the shop opposite the stage and sat down. The smell of blood came to his nose: "Is it solved?"

"Yes." Luo Wen landed beside her.

Even if the black clothes were stained with blood, it would not be visible unless you looked carefully.

The smell of blood and murderous aura spread everywhere, and anyone who practiced martial arts could sense it.

Ye Qianning glanced sideways, and sure enough, Luo Wen's appearance attracted the attention of many people around him, who were curious, scrutinizing, and wary of him.

"Would you like to try the martial arts tournament?" she asked.

"good."

Luo Wenzhen had this intention.

"Go ahead, and help Luo Xuan get his name on the list as well."

"yes."

Luo Wen bowed and turned to walk towards the registration team.

Even for the night competition, there were a lot of people signing up. The competition was held suddenly, and there were only five or six days from the announcement to the start of the competition.

There were too many outsiders in the entire capital, most of whom were people from the martial arts world who were already very interested in the martial arts competition. In addition, the prize was given the name of Penglai Fairy Mountain, so the number of participants was countless.

Ye Qianning supported his head and waited quietly.

Just after midnight, a figure approached from afar. When it was about to pass by Ye Qianning, she called out to the person.

"Nanxiang."

Nan Xiang stopped and looked over, her eyes lit up, and she immediately turned around and said, "Aning, why are you here?"

Ye Qianning raised his chin slightly, motioning her to look: "I'm here with Luo Wen to sign up for the martial arts competition."

“…”

Nan Xiang seemed to be hallucinating. She turned around and saw Luo Wen among the people in line.

"You accompanied him to register?"

Nan Xiang's expression was a little hard to describe.

"Um."

"...He's a grown man, he wouldn't come here to sign up by himself." Nan Xiang was speechless and raised her hand to hold her arm: "Aren't you tired of waiting for him in the middle of the night? Let's go."

"Where are you going?"

"Let's go to my house. My mother misses you too." Nan Xiang didn't care whether she was willing or not, and held her arm and dragged her forward.

Ye Qianning staggered as he was dragged by her, and had to take a few quick steps to catch up with her.

"Dozens of tents were set up in the west of the city tonight. You can't say they're anything special, both inside and out..."

Nan Xiang has been busy since the afternoon, but she doesn't feel tired at all. Instead, she feels excited. She keeps talking all the way while holding Ye Qianning's hand, telling him about Chengxi's achievements.

Ye Qianning listened attentively, nodding in agreement and appreciation from time to time.

The Changyang Palace was only half a street away from the martial arts competition venue, and the two arrived there in just over ten minutes.

It was late at night and most people in the mansion were asleep.

Nan Xiang was busy from the afternoon until late at night today and was really tired. She returned to her room and had a simple midnight snack, but then she felt sleepy.

She wanted to pull Ye Qianning to rest with her, but after being rejected by Ye Qianning, she fell asleep mumbling in dissatisfaction.

Ye Qianning followed the maid to the guest room.

The maid left, and Ye Qianning sat in the room for a while, then stood up and pushed open the window. The room was not far from the palace study, but dozens of people were hidden in that short distance.

There are too many royal spies in the Changyang Palace, so any unusual situation must be taken seriously.

Prince Changyang had handed over his military power long ago. Even if someone suspected that a prince without real power had rebellious intentions, they would not send so many people to monitor him.

What in the palace could make Emperor Beili so fearful? (End of this chapter)