"My mother once released lanterns with me. She said that seeing the lanterns floating on the river was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen."

Pei Xiuyan pushed the lantern into the water, his expression gradually softening.

But when he thought of what happened later, his eyes dimmed.

Fei Wan gently pushed the lantern for him, and the lantern floated away along the river.

She smiled brightly, "Then let's bring this most beautiful thing to her eyes. She will eventually see this lantern as you wish."

…

As they walked down from the river bank, the crowd gradually dispersed. They didn't know where they were going, and before they knew it, only the two of them were left.

"Why did Your Highness bring me out today?"

Looking at the candlelight on the lanterns floating on the river, Fei Wan finally asked.

"Coming soon."

Pei Xiuyan narrowed his eyes slightly.

In an instant, the cold wind blew and the candlelight flickered.

Pei Xiuyan protected her behind him.

The sword energy then attacked.

He grabbed the man's sword with his backhand and cut his throat almost effortlessly. The blood splattered on the sword, forming a beautiful blood flower.

The night wind blew across his jade-like figure, and he was exactly the kind of person with the temperament of a banished immortal.

The white robe was stained with blood, and the sword in his hand was stained with countless bloodstains.

Such a person who is between the devil and the banished immortal, with every move he makes, sending people to hell is elegant and gorgeous, just like a flash of fireworks, so brilliant that it is dazzling.

Fei Wan disdained to be a protected dodder, but she found that it only took Pei Xiuyan a moment to get rid of those who came to assassinate him.

She raised her head slightly,

Between the color of blood and the moonlight, the blood stained his white clothes, adding a bit of decadence to this banished immortal-like man. He was like a fallen immortal who fell into the human world.

The black hair that was tied up by the jade crown was now scattered, less distant and more casual.

He smiled softly, blood still dripping from the sword in his hand, gleaming coldly, drop by drop...

It dripped to the ground, with corpses all over the ground behind it.

He walked towards her with the sword in hand, and with a flick of his fingertips, he took her into his arms.

Pei Xiuyan gently brushed Fei Wan's hair behind her ears and said softly,

"Tonight is a special day."

At the same time, five heavy bell sounds were heard from far away in the palace.

Five bells rang from the deep palace, marking the highest level of national mourning in this dynasty.

That is to say,

Emperor Pei, who was healthy just now,

He passed away.

Fei Wan felt a chill on her back and looked at him in surprise.

Pei Xiuyan smiled, as if he was very satisfied with her expression at the moment. He leaned close to her ear and whispered intimately like a lover.

"Awan, do you still like me like this?"

He didn't call her Miss Luo, but A Wan, and the intimacy between them was chilling.

To him, she was like a hunter chasing his prey and enjoying playing with it in his hands.

The sword in his hand was close to her throat, shining with a cold light.

It's such an ambiguous posture,

But he seemed to be debating whether he should get even an inch closer.

Pei Xiuyan lowered his eyes, expecting to see her crying in panic and struggling.

But none of this happened.

The girl in his arms looked calm, as if she had no idea that the sword was at her throat.

She reached out her hand and gently wiped the blood off his face, tiny starlight scattered in her eyes.

She said the same thing as before, "I wish Your Highness to be forever happy and healthy, and live for yourself."

Pei Xiuyan frowned and the sword in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

He suddenly realized,

Something is out of control.