Yue Nanchen nodded and walked out. Qian Hun and Bai Ren were guarding a fire. When they saw him come out, they immediately went to greet him.

Yue Nanchen glanced at the shed worriedly and gestured for them to move away so as not to disturb Lan Shuiyao.

Beside the fire, Qianhun whispered everything that had happened in the past few days. It turned out that they were trapped by Ji Xiang's soul-enchanting formation in the mountains for seven or eight days, and were recently taken to the palace by Long Qing.

"Master, that Ji Xiang is not simple. Her methods are much more sophisticated than those of Liu Yirou!" Qianhun whispered.

Yue Nanchen looked back at the shed in the distance again and nodded absentmindedly, "I know, but now is not the time to deal with her. Nanyue is in danger now..."

Before he could finish his words, Shui Yao emerged from the shed in the dark moonlight, wearing only a middle-length dress, the pure white color of which made her face look even paler.

"Qianhun, Bairen, do me a favor!" she whispered, "Help me cremate Yinglu's body!"

"Ah?" Qian Hun screamed, unable to understand what Shui Yao meant.

"According to the custom in our hometown, people must be cremated after death. I will always keep Yinglu's ashes with me until the day I help her fulfill her wish!" Shui Yao whispered, handing the torch to Qianhun.

Qianhun was still stunned. Finally, Bai Ren stepped forward, took the torch from Qianhun, stood in front of the shed and shouted, "Sister Yinglu, Brother Bai will give you a ride!"

Shui Yao looked at him gratefully, and stood aside with Yue Nanchen, watching the shed turn to ashes in the firelight.

"Here!" Bai Ren placed Yinglu's ashes in a jar and handed it to Shuiyao.

Shui Yao just nodded lightly, but there was clearly a hint of gratitude in her eyes.

Gently stroking the white jar, Shui Yao whispered, "Yinglu, come home with me! Don't worry, I will definitely take back the Blue Water Tower, and you will still be the deputy manager of the Blue Water Tower!"

"Yao'er..." Yue Nanchen was about to persuade her, but she suddenly raised her eyebrows, and her tone had returned to its original lazy and sweet tone, "Yuen Nanchen, can you have a drink with me? Let's go down the mountain now and find a pub. We won't leave until we are drunk!"

Yue Nanchen was stunned and looked at her, "You want to drink to drown your sorrows?"

Shui Yao curled her lips and smiled, her pale face sparkling with life, "No, I'm celebrating. I'm celebrating that I finally have a friend, a relative!"

As soon as the three of them heard this, they were all stunned. However, Yue Nanchen quickly understood what was going on and stepped forward to hold Lan tightly.

Shuiyao's hand, "Okay, I'll accompany you!"

Shui Yao smiled lazily and looked up at him, "I thought you would say something more sensational!"

Yue Nanchen tightened his grip on her hand. He had nothing now, so what right did he have to say those words?

"Yuen Nanchen, I will help you get back what you lost for me!" Shui Yao spoke softly, her voice full of a firm strength.

Yue Nanchen stopped her and asked in a low voice, "What...what do you want to do?"

"It's too early to say anything now. I just want to tell you that I will make others pay back a hundredfold what they owe me!" There was a hint of ruthlessness in the cold words, which made people tremble uncontrollably.

Turning around, the figure gradually disappeared into the thick night, while the three men stood there in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.

"Master, Madam..." Qianhun stepped forward and spoke worriedly.

Yue Nanchen raised his hand to stop him from continuing, "The most important thing now is to go back to Nanyue and stabilize the morale of the troops!"

Qianhun nodded, but then said worriedly, "But my martial arts haven't fully recovered yet. If I go back like this..."

"Don't worry, although my martial arts have only recovered 30%, it is more than enough to deter those who want to rebel!" Yue Nanchen said coldly, his eyes full of bloodthirstiness and cruelty.

"My Lord means Nanyue..." Qianhun was shocked. Could it be that someone in the Nanyue court wanted to take the opportunity to stir up trouble?

"This is just my hunch and guess. We won't know anything until we get back!" Yue Nanchen whispered, looking at the sky. It was already late at night. "Let's go. Yao'er is still waiting for us!"

The three of them nodded, performed Qinggong and left, leaving only traces of burning at the scene, which disappeared with the wind...

A gorgeous carriage was speeding on the road back to the palace. Behind the carriage, a hundred guards were holding red cherry spears and running forward in neat steps. The orderly footsteps echoed in the streets late at night.

There were people sleeping late on both sides of the street. When they heard the thrilling footsteps, they immediately turned off the lights and hid behind the windows to look out, so as to avoid unnecessary trouble.

In the carriage, A Luo was half-kneeling, looking dignified and gazing down at Xiangze, who was lying on the couch with his eyes closed.

"Xiangze..." Luo spoke in a low voice, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by Xiangze, "Brother, I'm tired, let me rest for a while!"

A Luo frowned slightly, and finally suppressed what he was about to say, turned around,

Looking out the window, occasionally the curtains would be blown by the wind, allowing you to clearly see the situation on the street outside.

"Royal brother, do you still like Lan Shuiyao?" Xiangze suddenly spoke softly.

A Luo's heart moved and he turned to look. Xiangze's beautiful eyes were shining faintly under the dim yellow light.

A Luo hesitated slightly and shook his head. "When you devote your whole heart and soul to a person, but she treats you like a worn-out shoe, you will think that you are worthless! I've had enough of this feeling!"

Xiangze's eyes flashed, as if she was slightly touched. She sighed quietly, turned around, and turned her back to A Luo, "Brother Huang, I understand!"

A Luo seemed to want to say something, but in the end she chose to remain silent. At this time, no one could help her, she could only get out of it by herself.

"Open the palace gate!" Leng Jiu's voice sounded coldly outside the carriage. With a creak, the tightly closed palace gate opened immediately and the carriage went straight inside.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, we have arrived at Yuqi Palace!" After a cup of tea, Leng Jiu's voice sounded outside again.

"Brother Emperor, thank you!" Xiangze spoke softly, without even looking at A Luo, and got out of the car.

A Luo smiled bitterly, watching the woman walk into Yuqi Palace step by step, and then whispered, "Leng Jiu, go back!"

"Yes!" Leng Jiu responded quickly, and the carriage headed towards the prince's bedroom again.

In the main hall of the Jixi Palace, Long Qing followed behind Xiangze and wanted to speak several times but swallowed his words back.

"Princess, you're back. The Queen has been worried about you!" Qingfeng and Qiuyue came forward immediately.

"Please tell my mother that Xiangze is fine, just tired and wants to rest, so he won't pay his respects!" Xiangze spoke softly, his face full of fatigue, and walked straight across the hall to her bedroom.

"But the princess..." Qingfeng and Qiuyue were about to catch up, but were stopped by Long Qing, "Just report to the Queen, the princess needs some peace and quiet!"

Qingfeng and Qiuyue had no choice but to nod. One of them followed Xiangze and stood guard at the door to listen to instructions, while the other went to the Buddhist temple to report.

After a while, Ji Xiang, dressed in plain clothes, walked slowly towards them.

"Long Qing pays respect to Her Majesty the Queen!" Long Qing knelt on the ground with just one knee.

"Long Qing, go down!" Ji Xiang spoke and walked towards Xiangze's dormitory. There were some things she had to say!

“I said I wanted to be alone

"Yi Jing!" When the door rang, Xiangze impatiently threw the **'s pillow down.

Reaching out and catching the pillow accurately, Xiang whispered, "Xiang'er, don't you have anything to say to mother?"

Xiangze, who was sitting in the bed and was furious, heard Xiang's voice and immediately got off the bed and knelt on the ground, "Xiang'er pays respect to the mother!"

Ji Xiang waved his hand lightly, signaling Qingfeng and Qiuyue behind him to go out.

"Xiang'er, get up!" Xiang said coldly, "Mother knows that you must be very sad at this moment! But isn't this your own choice? The moment you decided to marry Yue Nanchen, you should have known that there would be such a result! Moreover, it was you who gave him the opportunity!"

Xiangze stood in front of her, and when he heard the last sentence, his body trembled slightly.

Yes, it was indeed she who created this opportunity for Yue Nanchen. She was too impatient. Because of the lessons learned from the past, she did not want to follow in the footsteps of the former Princess Yongnan. If she wanted to be Yue Nanchen's wife, she had to be the real deal!

That's why she acted so hastily! Another reason was that she was gambling, risking losing Yue Nanchen, but unfortunately, she lost, and lost miserably!

"You were not confident about your marriage in the first place, so you made such an arrangement. Maybe in your heart, you still held on to the hope that Yue Nanchen would marry you, with a little bit of love and a little bit of sincerity, but you lost!" Xiang spoke softly, and pointedly revealed Xiangze's scar.

"At first, my mother had murderous intentions towards Yue Nanchen. She wanted to let him die so that you would give up. But seeing how you defended him, my mother also had a fluke. My daughter is no worse than anyone else. My mother has confidence in you and does not want to see you follow in my footsteps. But my mother, like you, also lost the gamble!"

Xiangze raised his little face, "Mother, it turns out..."

"Forget it, Xiangze. People always have to go through something to grow up. This can be considered a lesson!" Xiang stood up and stretched out her hands. "Xiang'er, come to your mother's arms. Your mother will only allow you to shed tears for that man this once. After you shed tears, from tomorrow on, you will have nothing to do with Yue Nanchen anymore!"

Xiangze bit her red lips, she suddenly burst into tears and threw herself into Xiang's arms.

Patting Xiangze's shoulder gently, Xiang sighed softly, hoping that her daughter could quickly come out of this shadow as she wished.

It's just that Lan Shuiyao is actually the Saint of Louxi Country. It seems that the rumor about the Phoenix from another world is true. But if it is true, can't Tianwen calculate the ending of this story? Why are they still making meaningless sacrifices?

In the study, A Luo sat quietly. A white moth fluttered on the paper window, and its wings made a flapping sound.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the palm of his hand. The wide scar had automatically disappeared. His connection with that woman had been completely severed!

"Royal brother, do you still like Lan Shuiyao?" Xiangze's words were still ringing in his ears. Luo clearly remembered that his first reaction when he heard this sentence was his heartbeat, thumping, heavy and rapid.

He closed his eyes, and all that appeared in his mind were images of women. He suddenly opened his eyes, waved his arms, and all the memorials on the table fell to the ground.

"Her Royal Highness the Crown Prince has made the plum soup that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince likes to drink again?" Leng Jiu's cautious voice was heard outside the study.

"Yes! The prince..." Nan Han's faint and elegant voice sounded. She always knew how to advance and retreat. She would always ask about Prince Leng Jiu's mood first before considering whether to ask for a meeting.

Desperately suppressing the irritation in his heart, A Luo walked forward and coldly opened the door, looking at Nan Han standing outside the door and whispered, "Come in!"

Leng Jiu was delighted and quickly said to Nan Han, "Your Highness, please come in!"

Nan Han looked up. The man's face was pale, and his brown eyes reflected cold anger. She hesitated slightly, turned around and took the tray from Xiaoyu's hand, and whispered to Xiaoyu, "Just wait outside!"

Xiaoyu nodded immediately, stood side by side with Leng Jiu, and watched Nanhan enter the study.

He walked in slowly and placed the tray on the desk. When he saw the documents on the floor, Nan Han's eyes darkened slightly. He immediately squatted down and picked them up himself.

A Luo closed the door and leaned his back against it, looking coldly at her as she kept bending over and looking up. Under her silvery white skirt, the mature curves of the woman's body were clearly exposed.

Suddenly, A Luo came forward and hugged her from behind, "Did you come here tonight to have a wedding night?"

His voice suddenly became cold and charming, "Did you hear that I, the prince, have already broken the blood oath with Lan Shuiyao, so you can't wait to come to me?"

Nan Han's hand that was picking up the document froze. She bit her lip and turned to face A Luo. "No, I just heard that you came back from outside the palace, and I was afraid that you would be hungry, so I made soup. You're overthinking it!"