Where on earth did Wen Wangu find such a powerful little guy?
"My name is Song Wangyun. May I know the name of this young master? And who is my master?"
Song Wangyun asked respectfully.
They all agreed that Lu Lan could have such superb strength, and there must be a divine master teaching him.
"My name is Lu Lan. My master has been away from the mortal world for many years. I don't want his reputation to spread outside, so as not to disturb others."
Lu Lan said this seriously, as if he really had such a master.
Chu Yun, who was standing aside, had a faint smile on her face and just looked at Lu Lan quietly.
"I see, he is indeed a hidden master. No wonder he could have trained such an outstanding disciple like Master Lu."
A group of doctors began to flatter Lu Lan.
Lu Lan pretended not to hear and turned to ask Wen Yuren:
"Senior Wen, can we set off for the Princess's Mansion now?"
Wen Yuren said quickly:
"Of course, you can go now."
Princess's Mansion.
In a magnificent courtyard of a wealthy mansion.
Ma Xing knelt in front of the hall, sweating profusely, and did not dare to stand up.
In the hall, the young man in fancy clothes, who had fallen and had a bloody head, was crying to his mother:
"Mother, that guy is definitely in the city, send someone to kill him, kill him quickly!"
His mother was none other than the beautiful woman who was sitting beside the bed and constantly comforting him, the second wife of Princess Wuyun, Xiao Zhihong.
He is Xiao Zhihong's son, Ning Fenghe.
"Don't worry, He'er. I will definitely help you get revenge."
Xiao Zhihong said softly, "But the most important thing now is to dispel the poison in your father's body."
Hearing this, Ning Fenghe's expression became even more impatient: "That old bastard... has never even looked me in the eye once. He might as well just die!"
"He'er, you must not think like that."
Xiao Zhihong quickly said, "He is your father after all. Blood is thicker than water. How could he really not care about you?"
"When you grow up, you will understand your father."
After Ning Fenghe fell asleep, Xiao Zhihong walked out with a cold expression.
"Second Madam." Ma Xing immediately knocked his head heavily to the ground and did not dare to raise it for a long time.
"Come with me to see the princess. Before the doctors examine her, I must ask him for permission to mobilize the Wind Shadow Guards."
Xiao Zhihong gritted her teeth, a murderous look flashing across her eyes: "If you hurt my son, I will find him even if I have to dig three feet underground!"
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