Ji Fengyao was thinking about it.

Suddenly, a rumbling thunderclap echoed through the cold winter night sky. The dull sound, like a millstone rolling, rumbled and rolled across the dark night, making people feel depressed and sending chills down their spines.

Shang Xiye felt a sudden tremor in her heart, and an unprecedented sense of crisis rose within her.

It was as if he would face an inescapable catastrophe at any moment.

And this feeling is very familiar!

A scene flashed through his mind: a world filled with tribulation lightning, with terrifying electric snakes roaming all around him!

He wasn't afraid; he was just extremely reluctant to part with it.

Shang Xiye subconsciously hugged the little beauty in his arms tighter: "My little wife, promise me that no matter what happens in the future, you will never abandon me, okay?"

Ji Fengyao was also somewhat uneasy, but hearing him suddenly say such things put her at ease, as sweet as if she had eaten honey.

Master, as long as you don't abandon me after you regain your memories, I will stay with you even if it means going against the whole world.

"Okay," Ji Fengyao replied softly.

She nestled her little head gently in his arms, found the most comfortable position, and closed her eyes peacefully.

She was so tired.

Hearing the rumbling thunder across the sky, Shang Beiyu suddenly opened his eyes from his meditation, looking up at the sky in confusion:

Tribulation lightning?

Isn't this the legendary world, the one despised by all the heavens? How come there are tribulation lightning bolts here?

No, the tribulation lightning did not descend upon this world; rather, it originated from another world, attempting to break through the boundary and penetrate into this world to "enforce the law."

"Could it be that you've come looking for me?"

Shang Beiyu's charming eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a bewitching purple light within. A wicked smile curled at the corners of her lips: "I merely wish to establish a foundation here. Do you really need to make such a fuss over such a trivial matter? Don't you think you're meddling too much?"

I got up early the next day.

After breakfast, Shang Xiye carried Ji Fengyao to the Ink Studio.

The three maids and Wuying followed behind, exchanging bewildered glances:

Did the princess not only take Chinese medicine the day before yesterday, but also suffer an injury?

Otherwise, why would the prince be so concerned about the princess? He spent the whole day with her yesterday, and even though it's only a few steps from Hui Nuan Pavilion to Mo Zhai, he couldn't bear to let her leave.

Ji Fengyao was also speechless.

Overindulging those close to them is a common problem for both Shang Xiye and her master.

In her past life, before she was seven years old, her master liked to carry her everywhere they went. Later, she protested many times before her master changed his ways.

The group had just stepped out of the outer courtyard of Hui Nuan Pavilion.

Ji Fengyao suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. Instinctively, she jumped out of Shang Xiye's arms, hugged him tightly, and with all her might, pushed him, along with the chair and Wuying behind him, back several steps.

"Bang!"

An arc of electricity, as thick as a chopstick, fell from the sky without warning, splitting a fist-sized crater into the smooth bluestone pavement.

The black soil in the pit was baked until it became even more charred, and wisps of blue smoke rose from it.

"Holy crap, in the dead of winter, are you kidding me?"

Ji Fengyao looked up at the gray winter sky with a puzzled expression.

Thunder in the dead of winter is strange enough, let alone lightning striking out of nowhere without warning. Moreover, this lightning strike was extremely familiar to her: when she was undergoing her Nascent Soul tribulation or when her master refined a perfect tenth-grade or higher elixir, the tribulation lightning that fell from the sky looked just like this, a bluish-purple color.

But strictly speaking, they were all mortals with only flesh and blood, so how could they possibly attract tribulation lightning?

"This thunder..."

It looks like the lightning is coming to strike him.

For some reason, Shang Xiye had this sense of enlightenment.