Ji Fengyao found it even more unbelievable: "You came here for me?"

"I don't know who sent me a letter saying that you would be in danger at Jin'an Temple," Shang Beiyu said weakly, pulling a slip of paper from his pocket with his blood-stained hands and handing it to Ji Fengyao.

Ji Fengyao took the bloodstained note, which indeed read: "The Crown Prince intends to ruin Princess Chonghe's reputation. Save her immediately."

However, very few people knew that she had dealings with Shang Beiyu.

Moreover, in Ji Fengyao's mind, her relationship with Shang Beiyu was not particularly good, at least not to the point of being sworn brothers. Why would that person send this note to Shang Beiyu?

Could it be that Shang Nanjue, who was sent back by the Crown Prince, wanted to take the opportunity to eliminate Shang Beiyu as well?

That doesn't make sense either.

Shang Beiyu has a terrible reputation and has lost any chance of succeeding to the throne. His existence poses no threat at all!

The little guy seemed suspicious and didn't quite believe himself.

Shang Beiyu's eyes flickered slightly. He clutched the wound on his right chest and shook it inward. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and said with self-reproach and guilt, "The person who delivered the letter was wearing a long black robe. I didn't see his face clearly and don't know who he is, but I'm very worried about you... cough, cough...!"

Seeing that Shang Beiyu was about to collapse, Xique reacted quickly and supported him: "Miss, the Third Prince seems to be seriously injured."

Seeing that Shang Beiyu looked like he might die at any moment, Ji Fengyao quickly dismissed her distracting thoughts, raised her hand and swiftly tapped several points on his body to stop the bleeding, then placed two fingers on his wrist to take his pulse.

Just as Shang Beiyu used his internal force to injure himself, the demonic seed within Hei Xiao's dantian stirred.

Shang Beiyu was born from a split soul of the Demon Lord. As long as he circulates his power, all the demons near him will be influenced by him and even obey his commands.

Both Hei Xiao and Shang Beiyu were startled, but Shang Beiyu did not look up at Hei Xiao.

Black Owl's shocked gaze fell on Shang Beiyu, whose face was deathly pale and who was barely breathing, in disbelief:

Could the person who caused the demonic seed in his body to malfunction be the Third Prince?

The person who could cause the demonic seed within him to stir must be a figure at the level of a branch altar envoy in the Black Purgatory.

However, the Third Prince was about the same age as Ji Fengming, and he had never left the capital. Back then, he was framed by the Chen family, causing a huge scandal that ruined his future.

This third prince doesn't look like someone from Black Purgatory at all, let alone a core member of Black Purgatory!

But besides Shang Beiyu, the little bandit, and the three maids, there were only a few familiar guards around.

Who else could it be but Shang Beiyu?!

Shang Beiyu was also extremely surprised.

When he arrived, Meng Qi only reported that a prince from the previous dynasty had been rescued along with Shang Xiye.

However, he didn't think much of the Black Purgatory that Meng Qi had created, so he didn't ask any further questions.

Unexpectedly, the demonic seed was inside Xiao Chen's body. It seems that Xiao Chen is the former prince that Meng Qi mentioned.

That's quite interesting.

His gaze fell, and Shang Beiyu saw the little bandit's slender, white, and soft fingers resting on his wrist. The warm and soft touch stirred his heart, and he longed to hold her hand and never let go.

He temporarily set aside the matter of Black Owl, a faint smile playing on his lips as he looked at the young female bandit with tender eyes, and said breathlessly, "I know, I'm badly injured. It's alright. If you can't heal me, don't waste your energy. I'm just a free man anyway."

"Don't talk nonsense. You are indeed badly injured, but with me here, you won't die," Ji Fengyao said gently, trying to comfort him after hearing his self-deprecating words.