Ji Fengming sighed softly, gripped his hand tightly, and said cheekily, "Then let's make a promise: in the next life, we'll be brothers, I'll be the eldest, and you'll be the youngest."

Black Owl scoffed and chuckled helplessly, "Alright."

"Dr. Xiao!"

The slender man in black chased the enemy to the edge of the cliff. Looking at the deep ravine, now pitch black and devoid of any other figures, he angrily threw a punch into the air, regretting that he shouldn't have chased so closely.

But the person is already dead, and regret is useless.

Inside Hui Nuan Pavilion.

Ji Fengyao was taking stock of the bountiful spoils of today's robbery when she reached for a teacup. For some reason, her hand trembled, and the teacup fell to the ground, spilling everywhere and shattering into pieces.

At the same time, Ji Fengyao's right eyelid twitched twice, and a strange sense of panic rose in her heart again.

"Your Highness, are you burning yourself?" Lin Shuang rushed over.

He held Ji Fengyao's hand, which had been splashed with tea, and examined it carefully; there was no blood on her hand.

The tea must have cooled down after a while.

Ji Fengyao, however, seemed somewhat dazed, as if she had suddenly lost her soul.

"Miss, what's wrong? Did you forget to take some important treasure from someone?" Xi Que came over to help Bai Lu pick up the broken teacup pieces on the ground and comforted her in a carefree manner, "If you forgot, I'll go with you to get it tomorrow."

A monk's sixth sense is very accurate; it's impossible for her to be startled twice in one day without any reason.

Something must have happened to her father, her brother, or the Black Owl.

"Did His Highness send someone to say when he will arrive?" Ji Fengyao asked Lin Shuang, looking up at him.

Lin Shuang wiped the tea off her hands and helped her up: "I just sent Wuhen over to say that the Left Censor Wang invited me to his residence today, and I will be back later."

Ji Fengyao nodded, pressing her wildly beating heart as she sat on the cool couch, lost in thought.

She tried her best not to think about those terrible things.

But if those things really happened, she would implicate the entire Duke's mansion, and even the Emperor;

She will be buried with her father, her brother, and the Black Owl!

At this moment, Shang Xiye was indeed on his way to Wang Bingyao's residence. He held two letters that Ji Chenhai had sent back from Hualiang City by express courier, his expression solemn and his brows furrowed.

The Duke of Chen alone would never dare to so openly attack Wang An and Ji Fengming in Hua Liang City.

However, the person who started the fight was definitely related to Duke Chen. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for such a fierce battle to have occurred in the city of Hua Liang, a city of great size, while the defending army never showed up.

"Your Highness, are you really not going to tell the Princess about this?" Wuhen asked anxiously via telepathy.

The fact that the master didn't tell the princess meant that he intended to keep it from Xique.

If Xique, with her fiery temper, knew that he had kept such a big secret from her, she would probably go berserk on the spot.

Maybe we can actually sell him.

“The situation is still unclear, and telling her will only cause her more trouble. You must also keep this matter a secret.” Shang Xiye tightened his grip on the letter in his hand, his voice low and deep: “It’s time to clean up the spies around the Princess.”

"Yes, Your Highness," Wuhen pursed his lips and answered with his head bowed.

If he were ever sold by Xique, the prince would probably redeem him, right?

Not long after.

Empress Dowager Xiao leaned lazily against the soft pillows on the headboard, watching Granny Wang stir the scalding soothing soup for her. She was drowsy and said, "You're making such a fuss about a broken teacup in Hui Nuan Pavilion. It seems life in this mansion is really too boring."