"Hmm? But, it seems like something just fell down."

She was startled awake by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and almost, Sisi fell asleep right away.

"Yes, we have guests. Sisi, stay here obediently. The teacher will be back in a little while, okay?"

Nan Rong Jinghua gently adjusted the little girl's gauze dress with her fingers, speaking softly in a gentle voice.

"Okay, sure."

Helian Si was still half-asleep, thinking that the Master had said there were guests, who must be the Master's friends, so he didn't think much more about it.

Her rosy little face rubbed against the soft pillow, her chubby little hands gripped the blanket, clenched into tiny fists, she pursed her lips, and then closed her eyes again.

Nan Rong Jinghua's thin lips curved slightly, revealing a gentle, faint smile as soft as moonlight.

He leaned down slightly and placed a kiss on the little girl's forehead. The silvery-white barrier silently protected her.

As he rose, turned, and stepped back to lift the carriage curtain, the gaze beneath the long silk...

As the black-clad figures surrounded the carriage, the deity's features softened, and the cool moonlight shone down on Nan Rong Jinghua's silver-white robes.

All that remained was the chill of frost, like the ice and snow of a cold winter, freezing one's entire body.

"Young Master Jinghua, I have long admired your name."

A soft, feminine voice came from behind the men in black. The men in black, who had been surrounding the carriage, spontaneously made way for the newcomer.

Clusters of lifelike, blooming peach blossoms swayed gracefully on the peach-pink silk robes as the visitors walked by.

A peach-pink umbrella blocked the cold moonlight, and the intoxicating fragrance of peach blossoms stood out remarkably in the night, where murderous intent permeated the air.

"Speaking of which, it seems that I and Young Master Jinghua are destined to meet. You see, both of our names contain the character 'Hua,' which is quite a rare coincidence."

Nan Rong Jinghua didn't respond, but Si Bei Tao Hua didn't seem to mind and strode out on her own.

A pair of slightly narrowed fox eyes darted past Nan Rong Jinghua, who stood alone in the moonlight, and landed on the carriage.

"Tonight, I have come to ask Young Master Jinghua for someone. I would be grateful if Young Master Jinghua could do me this favor."

Si Beitao's gaze returned to Nan Rong Jinghua, her lips, adorned with rouge, curved into a slight smile, her fox-like eyes filled with scrutiny and inquiry.

He was genuinely curious about what secrets this so-called brilliant and talented young master possessed that would allow the Northern Yin Emperor to entrust the little princess to his care so readily.

"I'm afraid it won't be as you wish."

The evening breeze lifted a corner of Nan Rong Jinghua's silver-white robe, accompanied by the sound of orchids blooming in a secluded valley.

At this moment, it lost some of its usual gentleness and became frosty and cold, like the chill of moonlight.

"Hmph, Young Master Jinghua, are you trying to oppose me?"

Beneath the peach blossom umbrella, Si Beitao's face, even more beautiful than a woman's, was tinged with a smile.

He had just looked around and found that there wasn't a single secret guard or assassin in the area. The only person there, a coachman from the Prime Minister's residence, had been killed in one blow by his own subordinate.

At that time, not counting himself, there were already more than twenty subordinates in these layers. Moreover, he had never heard of this Young Master Jinghua possessing any martial arts skills.

This was exactly what puzzled him. Tonight, he would try to find out what was so special about the handsome young master whom the Northern Yin Emperor had entrusted with the little princess.

Si Beitao's lips, adorned with rouge, curved into a smile. She took a step back, holding her umbrella, her soft voice tinged with amusement.

"Young Master Jinghua, then I must offend you."