Let's play games!

  The sun sets in the west.

  Among mountains, green trees form a forest, birds sing in harmony with heaven, fragrance is everywhere.

  A pavilion, a stone pedestal, a pot of clear wine and two clear shadows, playing chess inside.

  The young master's slender fingers grasped the half-sleeved chess piece, gazing at the chessboard as a single black pawn fell. The move was difficult to determine, and his face flushed with embarrassment. His eyes sparkled like a clear spring, deep and profound, and his gaze shifted back and forth in contemplation. Finally, he couldn't help but relax his expression, shaking his head with a smile. "Imperial brother, I've lost again. Your chess skills are intricate and watertight, every move carefully planned, leaving no room for counterattack."

  With an intoxicating aroma, the Holy Lord's eyes are as black as obsidian, sprinkled with a drunken intention that makes one willing to surrender. Like a thousand-year-old jade face, it is serene, slightly transparent, and has a cool visual sense. The corners of his lips always curve up in a sly smile, with a lazy intention amidst the evil charm.

  A gust of cold wind arrived, the chess piece between his fingers fell into the pot, he suddenly stood up, his eyebrows furrowed, his sharp eyes stared at the depths of the green forest, and loudly shouted: "Protect the emperor!"

  The Holy Lord still sat in a leisurely posture, but the pitch-black eyes had lost their intoxicating charm, and the sharp gaze of an eagle shot towards the depths of the green forest.

  With a loud shout, dozens of brocade-clad guards emerged from the surrounding trees and in the blink of an eye, they had formed two circles around the pavilion, with their long swords pointing straight at the ground.

  Suddenly, hundreds of sharp arrows shot out from the depths of the green forest and flew towards the pavilion at an astonishing speed.

  The young master's sleeve fluttered, and dozens of brocade-clad guards simultaneously unsheathed their swords, knocking down the deadly arrows that were coming for him. Swords and arrows clashed, several arrows fell to the ground, but not a single one had the chance to penetrate the pavilion and reach the heart of the Crown Prince.

  A guard's arm was hit by an arrow and he fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth in death.

  The Holy Lord glanced at the already dead guard, his eyes turned cold, and with a "crack" sound, the wine cup in his hand was crushed. In an instant, the arrow battle ended. He relaxed his fingers, and the powder fell from his palm onto the table. A gentle breeze blew by, blowing away the powder, but it couldn't blow away the white mark left on his palm.

  The wind around is no longer as cold as before.

  The young master swept a glance outside the pavilion, and on the ground lay three corpses. His eyes couldn't help but flash with a hint of pain, "From now on, the imperial court's high-ranking officials will be short of three!"

  The emperor's eyes were filled with an inexplicable emotion, "Return to the palace!" His light tone was lighter than dust, yet it was full of magnetism, and his slightly hoarse voice.

  Before long, a large group of brocade-clad guards escorted a luxurious carriage along the forest path.

  Inside the carriage, Yu Shengjun closed his eyes and meditated, while Yu Zichen stared at a certain place with a calm gaze.

  A tall, stately woman with a camouflage-painted face, wearing a camouflage uniform and hat, and carrying a bulging camouflage backpack, walked towards the team, her right hand holding a compass and her left hand grasping the strap of her chest pack.

  A dozen strangely dressed women emerged from the woods, arousing the curiosity of the people in the group.

  Tang Lin deviated from the team and walked along the roadside path, occasionally looking forward and then glancing at the compass in his hand to identify the direction.

  The horse-drawn carriage is in the middle of the procession.

  Inside the carriage, Yu Sheng Jun opened his clear and distinct eyes, reached out to lift the curtain, wanting to take a look at the sky outside. A face with a mysterious aura appeared in his line of sight, followed by Tang Lin's entire body entering his view, causing him to become stunned.

  Tang Lin walked straight ahead, her back to the carriage getting farther and farther away.

  The Holy Lord put down the curtain and resumed his original sitting posture. The camouflage face, the camouflage clothes, the camouflage hat, and the camouflage bag... occupied his mind, he could no longer close his eyes to meditate.

  The team had long been left far behind by Tang Lin, she stood in the middle of the road, gazing into the depths of the green forest ahead, her eyes involuntarily dazed for a moment, "Game on, let's play big!"