Chapter 4 Chapter 4 The wind was strong at night, running fast on the street...

The wind was very strong at night. Li Yian was running on the street, his steps as light as an elegant black cat.

The ancient and solemn mansion of the Mu family soon appeared at the corner ahead. Servants lined up in front of the mansion, holding torches and looking outside anxiously.

Li Yian slowly stopped running and quickly put Mu Yang down before the servants noticed him.

Mu Yang released his arms from around her neck, landed on the ground, and just as he stood firm behind her, he was about to say something when he saw Li Yian jump onto the roof without even looking back, intending to leave.

Mu Yang, who had been silent the entire time, quickly looked up at Li Yian, who was about to leave the rooftop, and hurriedly said what he had been wanting to say, "Are you going to hide again? Can't we just get along?"

His voice seemed to tremble a little in the evening breeze. Li Yian was a little surprised and couldn't help but stop and look down at Mu Yang. He saw that his eyes were filled with some expectation and anxiety.

He was standing in the evening breeze in a plain white robe, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, making him look thin and pitiful. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were filled with mist, and tears glistened in the moonlight.

"Cousin, do you really hate me just because I'm prettier than you, as the rumors say?"

When Li Yian saw Mu Yang's pitiful look, she complained in her heart why the little bottoms in BL novels always cried at the slightest provocation, while she, a woman, had never cried.

As a result, when Li Yian heard his words, he couldn't help but choke and couldn't say anything to refute for a long time.

Seeing her staring at him expressionlessly and remaining silent, Mu Yang assumed she had acquiesced. He felt incredibly disappointed and aggrieved. "If I could choose, I'd rather not have this look. I hate being loved or envied for no reason, my every move being watched, and having no freedom. If possible, I'd also rather not look like you, not outstanding."

The word "not outstanding" made Li Yian silently swallow back the blood that was about to spit out of her heart. Although she didn't care much about her appearance, it was still a bit annoying to be told that she was "not outstanding" by others.

She replied helplessly, "We are sworn enemies. Isn't it basic to hate you?"

Mu Yang looked at her with red eyes and retorted aggrievedly, "We are not sworn enemies. We are childhood sweethearts who grew up together."

His words touched Li Yian's heart, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

They were indeed childhood sweethearts who grew up together. Although they had a bad relationship and seldom interacted with each other since childhood, Li Yian had been watching him since he was eight or nine years old, watching him gradually transform from a delicate little kid into a stunning beauty.

Even if Li Yian no longer likes him, she admits that Mu Yang is a very gentle, kind, emotional, somewhat fragile, and tearful person. He has never had any bad intentions, loves small animals, and is kind to others.

So, sometimes she was very indifferent to him, and she felt heartbroken when she saw his tearful face.

Just like now, when Mu Yang looked at her with red eyes and said that they were childhood sweethearts, Li Yian could no longer put on a cold look.

She turned to face Mu Yang and said half seriously and half jokingly, "Mu Yang, for the sake of our childhood sweethearts, if we ever get into a fight in the future, please be gentle with me."

For example, next time you use a knife to chop off her head, try not to grind the knife bit by bit, as she is a little dizzy when she sees blood.

Seeing that she, who usually had a stern face, curled up her lips for a rare time, and her icy face seemed to be melting, Mu Yang couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, and his depressed mood disappeared a little.

But he quickly realized what Li Yian had just said, "becoming enemies." He quickly shook his head, "We won't be enemies." He even raised his hand and promised, "We can definitely get along well."

Li Yian folded his arms and looked down at the anxious and innocent man below, sighing in his heart: It's impossible, because they are incompatible.

Just as she was about to say something, she heard a commotion and footsteps approaching. It turned out that while she had stayed behind to chat with Mu Yang out of soft-heartedness, the Mu family's servants had already come rushing in with torches in their hands.

"Li Yian! I saw you sneaking around behind the young master from afar. Do you have any bad ideas again? What is your intention of hiding on the roof?" A group of people surrounded Mu Yang, asked him about his well-being, and then looked up and glared at Li Yian.

Li Yian's face became cold and indifferent. She was always misunderstood and misinterpreted... It turned out that she and Mu Yang were destined to be lifelong enemies.

She looked at Mu Yang with a cold expression. Because the scolding from the crowd was too noisy, she just mouthed to Mu Yang: "My mortal enemy." After that, she turned around and left quickly.

Mu Yang, who had been trying hard to explain to everyone, was stunned when he saw her quickly moving away.

Everyone was still saying: "Master, you are too kind. She has been hurting you all the time. You can't keep speaking for her..."

Mu Yang's eyes gradually turned red. He clenched his fists tightly, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. He said sadly, "She was just sending me home. Why don't you listen to my explanation? Everything is my fault, okay?"

Seeing Mu Yang's dejected expression, the group gradually stopped talking. Mu Yang ignored them and turned to walk towards the door. His ankle was sprained, and every step he took felt like a sharp pain in his heart.

Everyone hurriedly chased after him and whispered to him, "How could you think like that? You've never been wrong. We're scolding her and sending her away for your own good. As long as we stay away from her, you won't get hurt."

It was just their comfort that made Mu Yang look back with tears in her eyes, "You always say it's for my own good, but you've left me without a single friend."

Mu Yang was trained as the heir of God from childhood. His character had to become gentle and perfect. The high priest, his father and mother, everyone in the theological society, and even the entire country were watching him.

But he was not perfect at all. At this moment, he developed negative emotions that did not belong to God. He hated these servants and those who watched his every move.

Mu Yang wiped his tears and ran into the Mu Mansion while enduring the severe pain of his sprained ankle.

The cold moonlight shone on the Mu family mansion. Li Yian waited until everyone left before he sighed slightly and walked towards his own yard.

Having been the scapegoat countless times, she had become calm about such things. She secretly told herself that she had to change her old habit of being easily soft-hearted and stay away from Mu Yang.

But if she hadn't read the novel, it would be hard for her to imagine that the gentle and cowardly Mu Yang now would become a powerful, majestic, and decisive high priest in the future.

When Li Yian returned to her courtyard, a servant had already brought her food. Although Mu Yang had many crazy fans in the Mu family, not all of them were crazy fans. There were still a few diligent servants who brought her food and boiled water.

Just as she said, the Mu family's master and mistress treated her very well, providing her with good food and shelter, and never treated her unfairly, so she was willing to live in the Mu family forever.

Moreover, two members of the Mu family had recently mysteriously disappeared, and the cause was uncertain. Although the news had been blocked by the Mu family, the fact that the head of the Mu family had hurried to the palace to look for the priest who was playing chess with the king and had not returned yet proved that the matter was somewhat serious.

Qi Yang said that the High Priest would be back in the next two days, and the Lord Father would also come back with him. She also hoped to ask the Lord Father about this matter at that time, and wanted to find out whether the two people who disappeared mysteriously might be related to the devil.

While Li Yian was worrying about the demon, deep in the palace, an extremely handsome and indifferent man was polishing a sword that shone with the power to cut through iron like mud. He said in a cold voice, "Why should I protect a civilian?"

This was a proud and aloof young man, dressed in a gorgeous purple robe, the sleeves and collar embroidered with intricate and delicate patterns in gold thread. His long hair was tied up high, giving him a neat, capable, and noble look. His features were delicate yet heroic, and his eyebrows and eyes were cold, as if they were condensed from a thousand years of ice.

Opposite the indifferent young man stood a man in blue. He was thin, his features tightly concealed by a silver mask. His waist-length hair was tied only with a white ribbon at the end. He exuded a peaceful, tranquil, and sacred aura.

"Because you are the guardian, Prince Warrior." The man in blue spoke softly.

The usually arrogant prince, upon hearing the green-robed man's calm yet unquestionable words, simply paused and snorted coldly. He quickly sheathed his longsword and said, "My sword only protects those who are worthy."