Nan Han was stunned and looked up. Suddenly, a woman's face appeared in the silver mirror. She was delicate and beautiful, with a pair of bright phoenix eyes that showed innate superiority and arrogance.

This is... Nan Han suddenly opened her eyes wide, her eyes full of disbelief. She opened her mouth and wanted to scream, but fainted the next moment. The moment she closed her eyes, she saw the woman who looked exactly like her smiling at her...

Lan Shuiyao looked carefully at the human skin mask on her face, and after making sure that there was no flaw, she gave a charming smile to Princess Nanhan who had fainted on the ground.

She dragged the woman under the bed, made sure that she would not wake up within three hours, then put on the woman's clothes, combed her hair into the same bun, and walked out of Shufangzhai with a swaying step.

"Princess!" Outside the door, palace maids were kneeling on the ground, and a sedan chair was placed not far away.

He waved his hand, signaling them to get up, and got into the sedan chair with Xiaoyu's help.

The curtain of the sedan chair was lowered, and Lan Shuiyao blinked mischievously. She never expected that the mask stolen from Qianhun was so easy to use. Even Nanhan's personal maid couldn't find the flaw!

He lazily lay on the couch and dozed off, intending to get enough rest so that he could do a good job tonight.

The sedan chair went out of the palace and headed straight for the square where the Qixi banquet was held.

This square is right behind the Emperor's Villa. It's an open area of ​​several hundred square meters, but the whole street is crowded with people who are vying to catch a glimpse of the exquisite beauty of the seven-petaled flower.

When Yue Nanchen led the guards to personally escort Qizhan Linglong onto the street, people crowded around and rushed forward, and even the guards with spears could not stop them.

Seeing the situation becoming more and more chaotic, just when people were about to break through the wall of guards,

Yue Nanchen suddenly pulled out a soft sword from his waist. The soft sword changed from round to straight, and the sound of breaking through the air stunned people.

In an instant, the restless crowd suddenly quieted down, looking at the Prince of Yongnan on horseback with a cold expression. As he rode towards them, his snow-white battle robe passed through everyone's eyes, a dazzling silver light stung everyone's eyes...

People watched the team go away in silence, and it took them a long time to react. They wanted to rush forward, but they watched helplessly as the treasure was sent into the villa.

On the second floor facing the street, the room was pitch black, but the windows were open. A man in green clothes stood in front of the window. The wind blew his dark brown hair, and his blue eyes reflected the cold light of the sword of the man downstairs.

"Yuen Nanchen, I really don't want to be your enemy!" The man murmured in a low and hoarse voice. The voice sounded warm, but it concealed a deep coldness and indifference.

There was a sound of footsteps coming up the stairs behind him. Before the gray figure could speak, the man raised his arm and said, "I've seen it. No need to say more. Let's go!"

The grey figure was stunned, seeming a little bit unbelievable. They gathered in Yuecheng just for Qizhan Linglong. Would all their efforts be wasted just because of Yue Nanchen?

The fingertips were slightly cold, and the night dew slowly climbed up the corners of his clothes, wetting his green shirt and bamboo. The man looked straight at the bright moon in the sky, "What? Do you even doubt what I said?"

The gray figure immediately knelt on the ground, "Master, I dare not!"

The man sighed quietly, the moonlight shining on his beautiful face, making him look like a god. "The Seven Blossoms is a treasure, but without someone to wield it, what good is it even if we get it?"

The gray figure was startled for a moment, finally understood what his master meant, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Taking out the compass and observing the sky, the man

The body seemed to be shrouded in a wisp of green smoke from the sky, hazy and faint, like a green lotus wandering between the mortal world and the underworld, wanting to be free and easy but ultimately being restrained.

Lan Shuiyao's sedan chair was right behind the team escorting Qizhan Linglong. When the crowd in front was in an uproar, the guards stopped the sedan chair for the princess's safety. Lan Shuiyao opened the curtain of the sedan chair and looked at everything from afar.

When the sharp light was raised high by the man, she could feel the murderous aura even though she was a hundred meters away. She narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at the agile and powerful figure of the man on horseback from afar, and the corners of her lips curled up coldly.

This man indeed has the power to look down on the world. How could a small King of Yongnan limit him? He was born to be in a position above everyone else, but a trace of family affection in his heart restrained him!

Thinking of this, Lan Shuiyao suddenly felt that the perverted and bloodthirsty man seemed to have some humanity. At least he had his third brother in his heart!

She felt inexplicably happy, slowly raised the corners of her lips, and lowered the curtain with a silent smile.

Soon the sedan started moving again, and Xiaoyu's soft voice came from outside the sedan, "Princess, should we go into the villa or go directly to Prince Leng's mansion?"

Lan Shuiyao pursed her lips and smiled, deliberately lowering her voice, "Of course it's the villa!"

A hint of surprise quickly flashed across Xiaoyu's face. She thought that the princess had finally figured it out. In fact, she was not willing to follow the princess to the Han Kingdom. Without a formal marriage, who knew how the cold prince, who had a bad reputation, would treat the princess!

Compared to the romantic and passionate Prince Leng, she prefers the gentleness, melancholy and affection of Prince A Luo.

The sedan chair was carried into the villa, and the guards who had been following behind it finally breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the palace to report.

emperor

's bedroom.

Yue Nanxuan stood in front of the bed with his arms outstretched, and the palace maids helped him dress and adjust the jade pendant around his waist.

"Your Majesty, the princess' sedan chair went straight into the villa. The journey was smooth and there was nothing unusual!" the guard reported.

Waving his hand and letting the guard go, Nanhan felt relieved. Yue Nanxuan couldn't help but look forward to seeing his beloved woman next.

As soon as she entered the villa, Lan Shuiyao lifted the curtain and carefully observed the surrounding environment. She saw that the rockery, garden, and pavilion were all covered with an ambiguous and blurry light under the swaying red lanterns.

From time to time, eunuchs and palace maids would bring various kinds of food to the backyard, and guards would patrol everywhere.

Having been here twice before, she was familiar with this road. She just secretly memorized the patrol patterns of the guards and the hiding places of the secret guards. Lan Shuiyao, who was dressed up as Nanhan, pursed her lips lightly and revealed a smile with unique charm.

Suddenly she noticed a pair of eyes staring at her. Shui Yao raised her eyes and saw Yue Nanchen sitting on a tall horse from afar, looking at her meaningfully.

Feeling confident in Qianhun's disguise skills, Lan Shuiyao raised her head and gave Yue Nanchen a smile, then lowered the curtain and waited for the show to begin.

In the backyard of the villa, there is a waterfall against the mountain. The water rushes down, splashes up, and falls into the silent inky lake, blooming into transparent water flower clusters, and under the mist, the crystal clear beauty is flying.

The open space was lined with low coffee tables and soft couches for receiving officials, and in the middle was a carved tablet with exquisite patterns, which was naturally the emperor's place.

When Lan Shuiyao stepped out of the sedan chair, all the officials had arrived, except Prince A Luo and Leng Yichen.

Leading Xiaoyu to the low tea table specially placed for the princess, Lan

Shui Yao sat down slowly, her aqua green dress contrasting beautifully with the rippling water. Apart from the arrogance and pride between her brows, she was a stunningly beautiful woman.

"His Royal Highness Prince A Luo!" There were some people in the distance, and officials stood up, politely greeted A Luo who was late, and kept saying congratulations.

Qixi Festival has always been a festival for young boys and girls to express their love, so the ministers all speculated that the emperor might grant a marriage between Prince A Luo and Princess Nan Han tonight, but Yue Nanxuan did have such an idea.

Tonight, A' Luo was wearing a blue robe, a jade belt, and his black hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin. His handsome face was as calm as water, his deep brown eyes were bright and sparkling, and he responded to the officials in a gentle and polite manner.

Compared with the enthusiasm on A'luo's side, Leng Yichen's appearance seemed a little desolate. No one greeted him along the way, but he didn't care at all.

His gaze finally rested on Princess "Nanhan" who was sitting on a high seat, but because she did not smile back at him, there was a hint of uneasiness in that enchanting smile.

Sitting down at the back, Leng Yichen clenched his fingers and kept glancing at Princess "Nanhan" with his peach blossom eyes. There was so much content in his eyes that Shui Yao, who was pretending to be Nanhan, couldn't help but hold back her smile.

Thinking about it, for the sake of half of Han Kingdom's treasury, it was indeed a bit cruel to treat Leng Yichen like this, but even if she didn't show up, she knew that Nan Han didn't have the courage to elope with Leng Yichen. Perhaps that love was not passionate enough, and there was not enough trust.

When Nan Han was hesitating, Shui Yao knew her choice.

"The Emperor has arrived!" The eunuch's shrill voice sounded, and Yue Nanxuan walked over slowly, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a golden hair crown. His eyes were charming and gorgeous, completely devoid of his usual ostentatious habits, and his majesty was fully revealed.