White. Looking around, you can't tell any other colors in the entire palace except the combination of white and black.

When the servants in mourning clothes walked through the main hall of the palace, everyone had a look of grief on their face, and then they kowtowed three times respectfully towards the mourning hall before leaving reluctantly.

Low sobbing sounds were heard from the main hall from time to time, which made the listeners' hearts tighten. Looking around, there was a well-made coffin parked in the huge mourning hall, and on the left and right of the coffin knelt two rows of maids in mourning clothes burning paper money, and the crying sounds came from their mouths.

Everyone's eyes were swollen like walnuts and the tip of their nose was red and purple. It was obvious that they had been crying for a long time.

Right in front of the coffin sat a somewhat slovenly and depressed man. He held a wine glass in one hand and stroked the painting on his leg with the other. His lifeless eyes showed grief: "Yuan'er..."

He was none other than Wei Jie, the Phoenix King of Siyou Country, who was known for his brutality and bloodthirstiness. It was hard to imagine that the legendary handsome man who seemed like a banished god would now be kneeling in front of a coffin and crying bitterly in such a completely different appearance.

But his dark hair was disheveled, his eyes were dull, his beard was untidy, his clothes were wrinkled, and he looked nothing like the superior and elegant man he used to be. This scene made the four handsome men kneeling behind him turn their heads away, and these real men shed sad tears at this moment.

It was late at night, and the biting cold wind was hitting the open windows, as if playing mourning music for this place full of sorrow. Although the biting cold wind blew over, the people in the mourning hall did not seem to feel the cold. They all raised their heads and looked at the portrait above the mourning hall with a "smiling face like a flower". Princess Feng Li Yuan, a light and cunning girl, a girl who was only twelve years old and in the prime of her life, had left them just like that...

Although she is ugly with a dark face and fat body in the painting, she still can't hide her dazzling smile that makes everyone around her feel extremely friendly.

Some people are beautiful on the outside, but some people are beautiful from the inside out. Even if her appearance is not satisfactory, when her soul is beautiful to a certain extent, people will subconsciously ignore her flaws.

Li Yuan is such a person, a beautiful woman who conquered everyone in Fengwang Mansion with her own charm.

"Master, it's late, can I help you go downstairs and rest?"

Qing Yu, who was dressed in a green robe and looked handsome, silently concealed the pain in his heart and asked in a hoarse voice the man in front of him who was still drinking.

"Yes, Master. We will take care of the rest. Tomorrow is the day of the princess's funeral. Please take care of yourself!"

Another man wearing a black robe and with a solemn look, Qing Ye, also looked worriedly at his once high-spirited and domineering master. Ever since the princess passed away, he has been drinking all day to drown his sorrows. How long can he hold on like this?

"Don't waste your energy. How can you listen to me when you are like this, Brother Qi?"

Qingchen, who was dressed in a white robe and had a gentle face, glanced at Wei Jie lightly, and cast his eyes to the ink painting above the mourning hall. The woman in the painting was sitting by the lotus pond and laughing playfully. Will they never see such a dazzling smile again?

"But Your Majesty, our master has not slept for four days and four nights. Tomorrow is the day of the princess's funeral. How can his body bear it?" The cold face of Qingxuan in gray, who was silent behind him, showed no emotion, but the worry in his eyes was obvious.

Qingchen stared straight at the man in front of him who was already in a trance but stood straight: "If you had known this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? Sister-in-law is gone now, gone, do you understand? She will never come back... Do you think that torturing yourself like this can wash away your guilt towards her? It's too late, it's too late!"

With a "bang", the purple-shirted man who was sitting on the ground angrily threw away his wine glass, staggered to his feet while holding the portrait, his handsome face full of coldness, and raised his chin slightly with a miserable smile: "What did you just say? Huh? If you have the guts, if you have the guts, say it again to this king..."

The slender hand trembled as it was raised, and the slightly blurry eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the man opposite without blinking, deep and unfathomable.

The man in white looked at the strange brother in front of him, and the anger in his heart exploded instantly. He clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes revealed heartache and ridicule: "What if I say it again? Look at what you are like now? Where are your calmness, your wisdom, and your domineering? Sitting here all day drinking and dazed, is it useful? Can my sister-in-law come back? Am I wrong? You abandoned my sister-in-law for that woman. Well, now my sister-in-law is dead, are you satisfied? Satisfied?"

When Wei Jie heard this, he raised his chin slightly, and cast his narrow and long phoenix eyes towards the portrait on the mourning hall, with a look of grief on his face. Yuan'er, my Yuan'er...

"Who is it? How dare you trespass into the Phoenix Palace?"

Just as Wei Jie was staring at the portrait in a daze, several strong gusts of wind blew past him. The mourning hall, which was shrouded in a mournful atmosphere, immediately rang out with sharp shouts: "Someone, catch the assassin, catch the assassin..."

The maids who were kneeling on both sides of the coffin stood up quickly and ran towards the courtyard. Here, four tall and straight masked men in black suddenly appeared. At the same time, dozens of light figures as light as the wind kept flashing around the palace, surrounding the entire palace in an instant.

Wei Jie sneered, slowly turned around, and pushed away the three guardians who were blocking his way, "Get out of the way!"

"Your Highness..." the man in green shirt exclaimed. Wei Jie waved his hand calmly. "An old friend is visiting. I don't know why. Hmm?"

After saying this, he lazily looked at the assassin who was standing in front of them, looking surprisingly quiet.

One of the four men in black couldn't help but chuckle after hearing what Wei Jie said: "Since we are old friends, let's not waste any more time talking. Get out of the way. We want to take the person in the coffin away."

"Shut up, you big stinking son of a bitch, my sister-in-law, how dare you come to rob? Open your dog eyes and see clearly where this place is before you speak, otherwise I will make you pay for it."

When Qingchen heard this, he got so angry that he threw away his usually gentle and polite side and swore for the first time in his life.

"Want to take her away? You might as well step over my dead body."

Wei Jie pushed the man in white shirt away and walked straight past him. His eyes suddenly became cold and sharp, like the coldest ice in winter, extremely eerie.

However, the black-clad man opposite him only smiled slightly, but his smile was cold and dull: "Oh? If that's the case, why are you wasting time? Get started! We were just notifying you just now!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. There was a strong murderous aura in his eyes. In an instant, several men in black waved their swords and stabbed forward...

After a fierce battle——

Looking at the long sword shining coldly on his neck, Wei Jie looked at the man in black in front of him with a gloomy expression and shouted coldly, "Despicable!"

"Despicable? Maybe... But if we don't use the muscle softening powder, how can we subdue you? Who doesn't know how powerful the War King of Siyou Country is?"

The masked man smiled coldly, stretched out his hand and quickly pressed his acupoints, then winked at the people behind him. The other four men who were struggling to resist froze and were knocked unconscious to the ground by them.

Wei Jie's eyes were bloodshot, he clenched his teeth and stared at the man in black in front of him: "If you want to take her away, kill me first, why bother?"

At this moment, his eyes were filled with sorrow and regret. If he hadn't drunk, how could his vigilance have been reduced? How could he have let these people succeed? Yuan'er... Can't I even protect your body?

"Kill you? If we can, we would chop you into pieces... Remember, Wei Jie, you must live well. In three years, your old friend will come to visit you!"