In the Wuwang Mansion, the man with sword-like eyebrows was righteous and majestic, but he was anxiously circling in the side hall. His eyes were no longer dark, but just like those of ordinary people.

Previously, there was a powerful and mysterious fluctuation, which brought a deep sense of palpitation and fear, forcing him to be cautious. Therefore, he hid all the black energy in the deepest part of his body and sealed his breath in a way that no one had ever discovered, making him no different from an ordinary person. The prince was his identity, and the martial king was his title.

"Your Highness King Wu, Miss Jingxuan is back!"

When a maid raised the voice, the prince hurried to help the wounded woman. Her skirt was stained with blood and her face was pale.

"I have brought shame to the adults."

Jingxuan wanted to salute, but the prince hugged her and took her to the room. He looked anxious and frowned, but he had to continue the show in front of the maid. If you want to fool everyone, you must first fool your own people. No one except him and Jingxuan should know his real plan and identity!

"It's great to contribute to the imperial capital, and it's not shameful even if you get hurt."

The maidservant behind the prince was full of admiration. As a woman, not only was she a cultivator, but she also threw herself into resisting the air waves in the previous battle outside the city. It was truly amazing!

They were surprised at first, saying that when His Highness King Wu came back, why didn't Miss Jingxuan appear? They were always inseparable. Whether he was attending the morning court or going out to review the troops or to the Eastern Expedition, King Wu seemed to be alone, but he was always accompanied by Miss Jingxuan.

This girl has mastered ghostly movements, coming and going without a trace. Everyone knows that the prince favors her, and even his wife cannot have such intimacy. Now, they finally know the reason. Who would mind having a young, beautiful, and powerful practitioner by their side?

People who are liked always have something outstanding about them.

"Bandage it quickly!"

The prince did not restrain his emotions at all, and even when his wife was standing outside the door, he did not even glance at her. To the prince, no one in the world was more important than Jingxuan!

"The air wave is too strong, with blazing fire waves and sharp energy, and many practitioners find it difficult to resist it."

"You are too stupid. This time you are trying to save someone again, right?"

Jingxuan opened her little mouth, swallowed the pill handed to her by the prince, then nodded slightly, looking adorable.

"You are just too kind and lack the ruthlessness of a southern businessman. If you continue like this, you will still get hurt."

"My Lord has already told me so."

"You're like this even after I told you, how can I not tell you?"

Jingxuan frowned slightly, and the medicine was applied to the wound, which was a little painful. Seeing this, the prince quickly held her little hand and signaled that he was by her side, so she should not be afraid.

The maid took off Qingxuan's plain skirt and applied medicine to her, and the prince did not avoid it. This was not the first time, and the maid was reluctant to ask the prince to leave for the time being, after all, Miss Qingxuan herself did not mind. Although they were not husband and wife, they were sweeter than husband and wife. The more envious the maid was, the more resentful the lady at the door was.

A long dress wrapped around her body, beautiful hair accessories, and stunning face. But she didn't understand why the master only loved Jingxuan when she was so beautiful? Although Jingxuan was a little younger than her, in terms of beauty and character, how could she be inferior to her? The master protected her everywhere, making her a treasure in his palm and a pearl on the shelf. But she was thrown into a remote place in the mansion, secretly weaving a spider web.

She had been married for thirteen years, and had grown from a little girl who had just begun to understand the ways of the world into the well-educated and well-mannered woman she is today, but King Wu had never entered her room many times.

The prince is always away leading troops to fight, and the lady tolerates and understands. In addition to the iron-faced general, King Wu is a pillar of the country. But the truce between Nanshang and Daxia has been almost a year, and he has been with Jingxuan every day for this year, which is really irritating. If she is pregnant and has a child, maybe she can win King Wu's heart, but if he doesn't want to do that, can she force him? She is 28 years old this year, living in a mansion that ordinary people dream of, eating delicacies from the sea, but in fact she has nothing.

The prince stayed by Qingxuan's side the whole time. After she was bandaged and put on loose clothes, he said without turning his head:

"Everyone, get off!"

The maid went down with the bloodstained bandage and cotton cloth. Seeing the lady coming forward, she lowered her eyes and sighed secretly. If Miss Jingxuan was lucky and loved by Lord Wu, then this Lady Jialing was too miserable. Now in the mansion, although she is a lady, she is like a maid, serving Lord Wu every day, but he never pays attention to her. But these things, the maids can only sigh privately, they can't change anything, and they dare not say anything.

The lady stepped forward, knelt behind the prince, and spoke softly, not daring to reveal her emotions.

"Jingqi, you must be tired after discussing matters with His Majesty all morning. Why don't you go and rest while I take care of Sister Jingxuan?"

This endearing title was the Madam's last act of stubbornness. She was the only one who called the Prince this way, but she belonged to Jingqi, and Jingqi was not hers.

"It's very hard for you to take care of the whole house, so let me do it."

The lady knew this would be the result, but she was unwilling to give up. She wanted to show herself, to let the prince know that he still had an intelligent and virtuous wife, and to let him know that he always stood behind her, so she said:

"I've prepared some chicken soup for you and Sister Jingxuan. It will be delivered to you later. You can try it."

"Thank you for your help."

The prince's politeness frustrates his wife, and he starts to drive people away later.

"Go down."

"Jingqi, we haven't been in the same room for a long time."

The lady didn't want to say anything, but if she continued like this every day, she would really go crazy. But the prince put on his old ways and started to talk at length.

"Although we still have two years before the war begins, national affairs are tense. Nan Shang's grand plan has been planned for more than ten years and must be realized now. There is no time to waste. During this period of time, we must not let our love affairs interfere with important matters. Okay, Jingxuan and I have something important to discuss, so get out!"

The lady wanted to say something but stopped herself. She could only say yes. She stood up and left, feeling extremely lonely. She looked back every three steps, hoping that Jingqi would look at her, but her husband always had his eyes on Jingxuan. At first, she thought she had married a good husband because he didn't have many wives and concubines, so there would be less open and secret struggles in the future. But later she found that she didn't need many concubines, just Jingxuan, and she could beat him to the ground.

The lady gradually lost her focus, and when she heard Jing Qi calling her name, she turned back happily. She thought she had misheard, but he did turn back and look at her. The lady was full of affection, she was at the age of a woman who was sexy and mature, and deserved to be pampered, but the prince just pointed to the door and said, "Close it."

Looking down, the lady then noticed that she had stepped over the threshold, but the door was still open. She smiled and cried, and closed the door when the prince turned his head. "What a fate."

Madam sighed. She hated herself for not being a practitioner and not being able to help Jing Qi. But even if she was a practitioner, she still couldn't help him.

She was the woman standing behind the prince, but what he wanted was someone standing beside him, or in front of him. To be more precise, the prince didn't need a practitioner, but Jingxuan. Because she had that trace of black energy and the power of the devil in her body. The brute force was packed into an extremely thin body, and evenly exerting a little bit would be enough to make the prince happy.

"Finally left."

The prince shook his head secretly, as if he was a little annoyed. This woman only thinks about love every day, what great things can she accomplish? If his ambition could be solved in **, he would definitely not practice all night. But what he wants is immortality and to be the only king of the Great Wilderness. The only one who can help him is Jingxuan in front of him.

"She has come to the imperial capital and is hovering in the sky."

Jingxuan looked at the ceiling. She was not afraid that she would suddenly break through it and come to her side. She was afraid that she would drag her away silently and then crush her like Hu Bugui. This woman was different from Hu Bugui. The latter would only seriously injure him, but she would not give her a chance to get hurt and would let her die directly.

"She can't find us."

The prince held Jingxuan's delicate hand and never let go. The one who hurt her was Hu Bugui from Ningshen Academy. He saw the dragon and there was still a gap between them. As long as they were there, it would be difficult to use the black energy and magic power openly. The dream of unifying the world was just a dream for the time being.

These seemingly upright guys were always his obstacles. They prevented him from attacking Daxia and occupying its land by legitimate means. They also made him be cautious and embarrassed. The prince considered himself a treacherous hero, but he ended up living like a coward!

Looking up, the prince followed Jingxuan's gaze to the ceiling. Above the roof, above the gradually dispersing black clouds, the eldest sister frowned. In her eyes, there was indeed black air in this city, that thing in the South China Sea. But strangely, she didn't find the source. This time she was faster than last time. After arranging the academy, she came immediately. When Hu Bugui left, she arrived. But there was no phenomenon of space being torn here, why couldn't she be found?

After struggling for a long time and examining for a long time, she specially observed the wounded, but still had no results, so she returned to the academy.

There was a strong wind on the mountainside, cutting the newly grown grass and blowing it everywhere. But the eldest sister's hair did not flutter. Hu Bugui beside her asked:

"Did you find the woman?"

"No, I searched all over the imperial capital and found countless traces, but I couldn't find the origin."

"What about the guy I injured?"

“No trace of him either.”

It's embarrassing to say, but the elder sister really didn't find it. She felt strange, and so did Hu Bugui. Could it be that the other party's strength has reached the point where they can hide under the elder sister's nose? Or did they have someone to pick them up and were taken away the moment they left? Hu Bugui suspected that they had more companions, but the elder sister began to doubt her own strength. Her control of time should not be bad. Peach blossoms never miss a single bit of the spring rain!

"It seems that these matters can only be handed over to the vice president."

If Hu Bugui said this, it would probably make the senior sister sad. But since she said this herself, Hu Bugui couldn't respond.

In fact, the eldest sister has done well enough. She has just started, and it is difficult for her to take care of so many things. But she is not satisfied. There are thousands of trees in the peach forest, and every tree must be involved. If one is left behind, there will be one less peach tree, and one less spring day.

"They are becoming stronger and more mysterious, while we are the only ones standing still."

After the eldest sister finished speaking, she rushed up into the sky in great anger and headed for the top of the mountain.

Hu Bugui stayed where he was and looked after Xia Xiao. For safety reasons, Xia Xiao had told him about the gold in his body. That was an emperor who had not returned, with the power left by the gods in his body, which was no less than a seed, a flame, a tear or a stone. He was a complete sword that could cut off mountains and split the wilderness.

From the moment he was left behind by the ancestor of the Spirit Contract, he was destined to stir up huge waves, far more than what is seen now.

Ah Zhu sat on the ground. The wind was so strong that she could hardly sit up straight. When Xiao Ran came over, they looked in the direction of Xia Xiao, worried about his safety. This movement made Xiao Ran cry. She had already lost Shu Shuang, and she couldn't lose Xia Xiao again!