My wife, who dares to rob?

  Madam Ji walked ahead, and Hua Yuxuan saw that she didn't hesitate in her steps, so she must be quite familiar with the environment inside this summer resort. Then Madam Ji went up onto a bridge, which was to connect to a small island on the other side of the bridge.

  Not every small island in the mountain villa has a name, and this one doesn't. An inconspicuous little island that Huajing could only vaguely remember, with three islands surrounding it in the middle, the entire island group had a name called Jiaotu Weicheng.

  Setting foot on the unnamed island, the ground felt damp underfoot, possibly due to a thunderstorm that had just passed over the island during the day. The island was small, with no buildings in sight, only forests covering it, and the trees stood tall and dense at night. Occasionally, an animal would reveal its eyes, shining like emeralds, from amidst the leaves.

  Madam Nine walked into the dense forest on the island, turned her head to look around, as if she was looking for a mark. The ancients were good at setting up signs to guide the way, using a method similar to stone tablets, creating an inconspicuous thing and setting it up in the maze-like forest.

  Without needing Madame Ji to point it out, Hua Xixi stretched out her toes and swept aside a pile of leaves, revealing a stone doll. The stone doll was adorable, wearing a bellyband, holding a knife in its left hand and a sword in its right hand.

  "Yes, yes, this one, Your Ladyship." The Ninth Madame said, pointing at the stone doll.

  In the garden of their own imperial family, the ancestors had already set up the framework for a treasure hunt. Huayexi narrowed her eyes and estimated the age of this stone doll, judging from the signs of erosion on its surface, it must have been at least several hundred years old. The facial features of the stone doll were no longer clearly visible, somewhat like a flat piece of paper.

  "Have you been here before, Mrs. Li? Who brought you?"

  "It's a long story, Your Majesty. I don't dare to deceive you, at that time, the Empress Dowager had some reservations about me. The late Emperor secretly brought me here."

  "The former emperor brought you here, was it to give you a gift?"

  "I wouldn't dare accept the gift, if Her Majesty the Empress Dowager were to find out, I would be in trouble and my life would be in danger. The late Emperor only brought me here for a visit. He enjoyed literature and art. Your Majesty must have heard about it before."

  The former emperor was a well-rounded monarch who enjoyed hunting and painting. These, I had heard before. Slanting his eyes, he glanced at the ninth lady's face, where a fleeting expression of evasion flashed. Thinking of this, the ninth lady still didn't dare to speak out loud about what was buried here. It can be seen that the ninth lady has a kind of fear towards the things inside.

  Why?

  "Now that we've arrived here, I'm blind, you should continue to lead me."

  When Ninth Madame stretched out a hand to secretly touch her skirt, Hua Xiyuan swung the lantern in her left hand over and Ninth Madame immediately withdrew her hand.

  Hua Yu Yan knew that in the mind of the Ninth Lady, two thoughts were struggling like a tug-of-war: whether she was human or ghost. If she was a ghost, then she should have made no sound when walking. But if she was human, could it be that she had eaten some kind of elixir to transform into the ghost of an imperial concubine? However, who would pretend to be an imperial concubine and do it so convincingly, without leaving any flaws for her to grasp?

  In a situation where she didn't know what to do, the Ninth Lady could only continue walking forward. Because she was clear about one thing - this Palace Empress in front of her, who was unclear whether human or ghost, indeed had the ability to take control of her small life.

  As they walked almost to the center of the island, Ninth Madame stopped in her tracks and refused to go any further. "Your Majesty," she said, "the area ahead is forbidden ground. Unless it's the former emperor, no one can enter. Entering would be a breach of taboo."

  Huā yè yán tiē dēng long wǎng zuǒ yòu huàng le huàng, méi jiàn dào lù, mì mì má má de guàn mù cóng hé dà shù, zhē gài le lù de hén jī.

  "Walk ten more steps forward and to the left, and you'll see the entrance."

  She glanced sideways, catching a glimpse of the fleeting expression on Jiufuren's face as she hid behind her. Hua Xiuyan took a step forward, and it seemed that someone's breathing behind her had slightly eased. Before anyone could react, she stretched out her right hand and grabbed Jiufuren's collar, measuring the distance she had stepped out to be about ten paces, just enough to throw Jiufuren out of this ten-pace radius.

  The ninth lady was thrown into the air, drawing a parabolic curve, and couldn't tell what was happening. A scream sounded, and she fell to the ground, lifting her head from the mud, gazing at the distance between herself and where Hua Xiuyan stood. Her face turned as white as powder.

  "Your Ladyship, spare my life! Your Ladyship, I dare not deceive you again! Your Ladyship, spare my life!"

  A few cries for help came out of Jiufuren's throat, but the mechanism under her body didn't care who she was, just like she said before, it was a taboo. With a snap, the small stone door opened. It was like a giant beast's mouth had been pried open, swallowing Jiufuren in one gulp.

  But in an instant, Jiufu's voice was like falling into hell, distant and lingering.

  Huā Yù Yán really had nothing to say about this kind of person. To put it bluntly, the Ninth Lady was asking for trouble and wouldn't harm others, but since there's a mechanism here, it means that something valuable is indeed hidden. It's time to retreat, with her solo ability, she should know when to stop. Seeing this mysterious mechanism, it seems quite formidable.

  As he turned back, a gust of wind suddenly blew around. The wind on the island picked up, like waves rising from the sea, and the leaves rustled loudly.

  The lantern in Huayexuan's left hand was blown by the wind, and the flame inside was about to go out.

  Just as a black shadow was quietly approaching her from behind the thicket, another black shadow suddenly flew out from her right side. Huā Xīyán quickly turned around and retreated several steps back.

  Before my eyes, two shadows were rolling and entwining in the sandy ground, almost forming a ball, startling and thrilling. After calming down and taking a closer look, it turned out to be a wolf and a cat fighting each other.

  How can a cat fight against a wolf? Moreover, no one has ever heard of a cat and a wolf fighting. But now, such an unprecedented drama is being staged.

  The agile and nimble little tiger cat, unexpectedly like a small mouse, bit the wild wolf's neck with one mouth, biting hard, no matter how the wolf shook its body, it couldn't shake it off.

  The wild wolf, seeing that it couldn't shake off the annoying little cat for the time being, felt a bit anxious and let out several "uu" cries from its throat. Along with these cries, about ten or so black jackals emerged from the surrounding thickets.

  Did she run into a pack of wolves?

  How could there be so many wolves running into the imperial garden?

  His right hand slipped into his bosom and touched a dagger. He didn't know when the assassin sent by her would strike.

  At this time, at the bridgehead connecting the nameless island, several dark guards were secretly anxious. They can't go in or out. On this island, at the bridgehead, there is a barrier that should have been set up by the previous emperor. Except for Hua Xiyan herself having the East Mausoleum imperial register and not being restricted, someone like Jiu Furen might have been brought here by the previous emperor, and the barrier would not hinder her. These non-royal people, even if they are responsible for protecting the royal family, cannot pass through.

  The news was first passed on to Lin Xuanqi, who was in charge of the escort work.

  "General Lin." Several dragon riders and guards knelt down simultaneously.

  The person who can make the emperor's personal dragon riding dark guard kneel down is rare in the entire Dongling country.

  The white-robed Lin Huanqi's chest had a fierce tiger embroidered on it, which in the night seemed to stretch out its five claws, jumping and leaping with the wind, as if wanting to jump out from the robe.

  The handsome youth in white robes, with a beautiful face, could only be described as having fallen into an ice cellar at this moment. His eyes, cold as frost, had a hint of anger: "How long has the princess been inside?"

  "Yes, about half a stick of incense has passed." The person below replied, with cold sweat on his forehead, "I am incompetent. I have tried for a long time and cannot get through, I don't know how the princess is doing on the island."

  "Is the princess on the island?"

  "Yes, and Mrs. Li went up onto the island together."

  The young man stretched out his left palm, covering the almost invisible barrier in the dark night. Only where his palm touched the barrier did a golden web-like thing gradually appear, which was the barrier set up by the previous emperor. The Dark Guards had tried for a long time before, even using their own bodies to collide with it until they were crushed to pieces, but they could not pass through.

  The former emperor has indeed passed away, but the things he left behind remain as powerful as ever.

  However, such a thing seemed to be no match for this young man who possessed the fierce tiger. The young general's left palm exerted a slight force and merged into the golden woven net.

  The Dark Guards all admired him deeply in their hearts.

  He is absolutely not an ordinary general.

  "Everyone is waiting here, if after half an incense stick, I still can't find Her Majesty, immediately report to the Emperor."

  It's usually the case that only when one can't handle something on their own, they report to the Emperor. Otherwise, the Emperor would scold his subordinates for being useless. Thinking of her two subordinates who had already been regarded as trash by her, Jun Mei's beautiful face was once again covered with a layer of ice.

  After saying that, the white robe with golden tiger embroidery, whooshed, like a gust of wind, passed over the bridgehead and disappeared into the night, leaving behind only a dreamy and illusory white glow.

  Huā Yù Yán grabbed the dagger, waited for a while, and as the situation became increasingly urgent, she thought that the people she had sent to protect her should have appeared by now. However, all she could hear was the wind, wind, wind. After waiting for what felt like an eternity, not a single person appeared. Her forehead began to sweat, and she realized: it was another mistake!

  It's probably because the people he sent to her were always at odds with her. Take the previous pair, Chui Ying and Zhui Yue, who later she found out, their martial arts skills were considered top-notch in the military. But once they encountered her, they immediately became useless.

  Now, although I don't know what dark guard he assigned to her, it seems to be of no use at all. It's possible that she was blocked somewhere or maybe she was eliminated by someone without her knowledge.

  After all, it is better to rely on oneself than on others.

  He had thought that his man would appear, and to prevent accidental injury, he chose a dagger. Now that his man hadn't shown up, he could only use his special skill. He relaxed his right hand holding the dagger and lightly opened the mechanism of his sleeve needle.

  Several black needles shot out in a flash. The two jackals closest to her were the first to be hit. Right in the middle of their foreheads, they were struck by her poisonous needles. The two hungry wolves did not immediately fall down, and with great effort, they propped up their four legs, letting out cries from their throats as they continued to attack.

  It's not that her needle didn't work, but the physical strength of this pack of wolves was beyond human expectation. It had already been determined that they were no ordinary wolves; otherwise, why would they single out and surround her alone?

  Wow.

  Three wolves launched a frontal attack on her. With the tip of her toes touching the ground, she hastily climbed up the branches and flew to the treetop to hide for a while. At the same time, the black needles at her sleeve mouth fired again. The three wolves that were shot were used as arrow shields, and one wolf rushed out from behind them, jumping higher than the branch, pouncing on her from above.

  That's no wolf! It's clearly a man!

  In a fit of pique, she stretched out one foot and kicked the wolf's exposed belly with all her might. The wolf was sent flying, its two claws grasping at the shoe that had been kicked off her foot.

  The shoes on her feet were all taken away by the wolf, and Hua Xiyue had to cling to the tree without coming down, lest she dirty her socks.

  The pack of wolves below, surrounding the tree trunk she clung to, one by one, howled and gathered momentum for an attack.

  Huā Yù Yán let out a cold breath, as if trying to escape from the mouths of these greedy wolves, which was no easy task. Looking around, she saw that the tiger-striped cat and the leading wolf were still entangled. If it weren't for this tiger-striped cat, she might have died long ago.

  Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if they met the green eyes of a tabby cat, and seemed familiar.

  "Mom!"

  In a daze for a moment, a whisper of searching for someone flew into her ear. It should be his people who have arrived.

  "Hua Yu Yan suddenly said: 'Here!'"

  Just as the reinforcements arrived, the wolf pack no longer waited. Two of them took the lead and pounced on her tree trunk. A white shadow, like a dazzling stream of light, flashed through the forest, opening its mouth to reveal two sharp tiger teeth, instantly wiping out the necks of the two wolves in front. The blood that sprayed rapidly from the wolves' necks frightened the rest, causing them to retreat in a circle.

  The white tiger that suddenly appeared in front of the wolf pack, with its two front paws holding down a wolf whose throat had been cut, had eyes as blue as the sky, calm and serene, frozen like ice. Its icy gaze swept over only one, but was enough to freeze the opponent solid.

  Anyone can see that this white tiger is furious, and this anger seems to be directed not only at a pack of wolves.

  Huā Yùyán smoothed out her collar and wiped away a bead of sweat with her sleeve.

  At this moment, this white tiger's fur color and elegant posture are unbelievably beautiful. It easily makes one think of a person.

  The wolf, trampled by the two tiger feet, slowly shed its wolf skin under the unstoppable bleeding, revealing its human form. The white tiger just loosened its paws, and saw that these two people wearing wolf skins both had a pair of green eyes.

  The Dayuan people?

  How could it be Dayuan people?

  How could foreigners possibly sneak into the royal garden through the Royal Guards?

  The white tiger's icy eyes narrowed into two curved lines.

  As their companions had already exposed their identities, the remaining wolves simply shed their wolf skins and revealed their true faces. The rows of green eyes surrounding them symbolized their Dahuan bloodline.

  The leading wolf finally got rid of the tiger-striped kitten that was biting its neck with the help of other companions, stood up, and removed the wolf skin to reveal a magnificently dressed man. He wore a purple gold brocade robe, with a belt made of animal teeth around his waist. His face was handsome and beautiful, with black long hair falling like a waterfall to his waist, and his beautiful green eyes added a touch of nobility and elegance to this man's extraordinary appearance.

  Hua Yu Yan believed that such a man, once seen, would never be forgotten. So, she didn't recognize him.

  But it was the white tiger under her, and a low, certain growl came from its throat: "Third Prince."

  Yelü Xuguang, also known as Lang Wangzi (Wolf King's Son), was one of the three princes of Dà Yuān. It is said that he was raised by wolves from a young age and grew up in a wolf pack.

  Such a legend, she seemed to have said seven years ago when Dayuan intended to attack Dongling, with the ministers and the Emperor of Dongling.

  She seemed to recall something and let out a soft "oh" as she hummed, the gazes of the White Tiger, San Huangzi, and others below shifted, all involuntarily looking in her direction.

  Having lost a shoe, she had no choice but to sit on a branch and gently swing the sock that didn't have a shoe.

  With a great enemy approaching, swords are drawn and bows are stretched, but she seems to be in a state of leisurely elegance.

  She recalled the last time she faced Sun Jiamu's fierce attack, her face was equally fearless, and Bai Hu's eyes suddenly sank again.

  Yelü Xuguang's face was somewhat discolored by her "oh", and his lips curled coldly: "I've heard that the queen of this palace, named Xianshu, is actually vicious as a scorpion in her heart."

  "Do you know who I am?"

  These three princes all knew her name and surname, indicating that they knew she was a living returnee. Wait for her to make another move.

  Her voice echoed through the forest, its inherent nobility and grandeur utterly at odds with her disheveled state of having only one shoe left.

  Compared to the three great beauties of the world, Gong Yi's looks are not comparable, but it can be said that her five senses are delicate and elegant. However, those two faint eyebrows, comparable to the distant mountain scenery, from head to toe, seem to be placed on top of a cloud layer.

  Yelü Xuguang was swept by her gaze, and suddenly felt that he was at a loss for words, only to feel that her beautiful eyes were stunningly beautiful, comparable to the three great beauties he had seen before, no, it was just that this ethereal spirit was slightly superior.

  Not just Yelü Xiangguang, but everyone else also deeply felt this point. The tiger-skin cat seemed to be bewildered and blinked its eyes: Who was she after all?

  Empress Gong, isn't she Miss Palace's daughter, Palace Yeonhwa?

  Even if she became the empress, just as a princess of the imperial family, her identity should not have changed.

  The White Tiger's eyes had long since sunk to the bottom of the unfathomable sea, and flashed.

  The third prince Yelü Xuguang laughed hoarsely in the midst of his embarrassment: "Didn't you get Hu Empress Dowager and the Sun family killed?"

  The news of this great king is surprisingly well-informed, seemingly beyond human expectation. In fact, it makes sense, as long as the great king also had a hand in it.

  "Since you all know it was I who killed him, then you must be here to take my life."

  Elegant and majestic voice, calm and composed demeanor, intimidating everyone below. Ye Ruo Xuan Guang discovered that the people around him couldn't help but shiver. Because this woman was fighting alone with only a white tiger, it was unknown where she got the courage to face them all.

  Yelü Xuguang's eyes sank: "Yes, I have come for Her Majesty's life today."

  At the moment he swung his sleeve, all the other people of Dahan rushed up to surround the White Tiger. His purple gold robe fluttered out lightly, like a wild goose spreading its wings in the wind, and flew onto a branch. Hua Xiuyan's slender eyebrows furrowed slightly as she turned around, about to fly down from the branch and climb another tree. I don't know where this person came from, but since he is the third prince of Dahan, his martial arts shouldn't be bad. Let's avoid him for now and test him out first.

  Just as he stretched out his long arm to hook another branch, a voice came from beside his ear: Be careful with your feet!

  This voice didn't seem to be from the White Tiger, and when she was stunned for a moment, something had already wrapped around her white socks that were exposed without shoes. She looked down and saw it was a green snake with its mouth open, ready to bite her. The needle in her hand shot out and pierced into the snake's open mouth, straight through its belly. The small green snake fell off from her sock.

  At the same time, the white tiger below was like a raging hurricane, but in just a moment, Meng Ya took the lives of more than a dozen big men. Immediately after, the tiger's body leaped up and pounced directly at the Third Prince who was chasing her. Yelü Xiang Guang was caught by the tiger's paw on his shoulder, and he fell from mid-air.

  Huā Yù Yán grasped the branch with both hands, watching from above as the fierce tiger and the Third Prince wrestled. The Third Prince was indeed not just a pretty face, his short knife flashing in the air, leaving several bloody gashes on the white tiger's fur. The blood-soaked white tiger grew more ferocious with each passing moment, its two eyes seemingly filled with blood, seeing only a world of blood. Pouncing on the Third Prince, its sharp teeth tore into his body, biting down like a wild beast devouring food. In an instant, a chunk of flesh was torn from the Third Prince's shoulder, exposing the pale bone beneath.

  Ah! The Third Prince let out a pained cry, and as the knife cut down onto White Tiger's paw, he rapidly jumped back several steps, his palm covering his shoulder. With a cold gaze, he scrutinized her and White Tiger for a moment before turning around. Just as White Tiger was about to pounce again, whoosh, like the wind blowing by, the Purple Golden Robes disappeared into the night.

  The white tiger's body was covered in bloodstains, but its eyes were full of a bloody glow, searching around for anything that could move. Even the little striped cat that had just helped Hua Xiyue bite the Third Prince retreated again and again in the face of the white tiger.

  Huā Yù Cǎi jumped down from the branch she was holding onto.

  "Don't go back, it's gone mad!"

  As she was about to approach the white tiger, another whisper entered her ear. This voice was somewhat childish and exactly the same as the warning voice that told her there was a snake earlier. It was certain that neither the white tiger nor the Third Prince made it. A glance shot over, and the little cat with tiger skin seemed to receive her line of sight. The cat's fur trembled, and like a mouse, it quickly jumped into the woods.

  Before leaving, I didn't forget to say to her again: It really seems crazy, you'd better find Li Zimo.

  This cat is quite interesting, I know her and her husband Dongling Emperor Jun Lǐ Zǐ Mò.

  The white tiger saw the kitten run away, and its eyes lost another prey. It panted heavily, its bloodshot eyes turned around, and only one living thing was left in sight.

  Her figure was locked into a small circle in the tiger's eyes. Some disheveled clothes, messy hair, and two green leaves stuck to her bun.

  At this time, she stretched out one of her hands towards him: "Come."

  Her eyes widened in shock, as if struck by lightning.

  What does she mean? Spoiling a child? Spoiling a pet?

  She just saw her two hands patting each other.

  It's either coaxing children or coaxing cats.

  The white tiger's entire body was in disarray amidst the strong wind. Along with this gust of wind, the bloodshot eyes slowly faded away, and the tiger's body collapsed onto the ground, having lost too much blood, causing its body to be unable to withstand the weight, its fur shedding off, revealing a faint layer of white radiance underneath, after which the white tiger transformed back into a human.

  Lin Huanqi's two palms were inserted into the sandy ground, and his eyes only had the light of his own tiger claws changing between human hands. He was panting heavily, his whole body feeling heavy as if he had just been pulled out of the water. His brain was a bit dizzy due to blood loss, but a thread of stubborn rationality remained. That is, how many years had it been since he last revealed his other side in front of others?

  A cloak, warm clothing, covered his back. His two eyes stared at the sandy ground, dazed and bewildered.

  "That's enough. They're all gone." She said in a soft voice as gentle as a feather.

  He looked up, and in his blurry vision, he felt that her figure was getting farther and farther away, as if she had intentionally left him space. So, he lay down, grabbed the clothes she had thrown at him, covered his body with them, and looked at his two hands again, which had completely transformed from tiger claws to human hands.

  At this moment, he suddenly remembered his mission and shouted at her throat: "Come back!"

  Huā Yù Yán sighed silently, just by his tone of voice, she knew why he was in such a state when he arrived, it wasn't the people of Dà Yuǎn who had angered him, but her.

  It's really unreasonable for her to be angry like this, it's all because An Wei is useless, just like his two subordinates.

  She walked back, and on the way, she tore a strip of cloth from her own skirt to bandage his left palm, which was bleeding. All his other wounds were superficial. Only this one, inflicted by the Third Prince's knife, was somewhat serious.

  He was left with only one hand and it was hard for him to bandage his wound. She simply opened his troublesome right hand and bandaged it herself.

  He narrowed his eyes, like a tiger staring at her face.

  "General Lin, if you're afraid that I'll reveal your secrets, I wouldn't bother to go around talking about your business everywhere."

  Her frosty eyes had a layer of mist-like quality: "Your Majesty wants to say it, and I, the last general, cannot stop you."

  "But you know this matter, Emperor, don't you? I want to say that at most, it's just between me and the Emperor."

  It was only when she saw him transform into a tiger that she suddenly realized why Li Zimo had a special affection for this descendant of the Lin family.

  She sat down beside him, and saw that he had completely transformed back into a human form, without any signs of turning into a tiger. It made one wonder whether this was a tiger or a person after all. However, soon she saw a white tiger lying beside him. To be precise, the shadow of the white tiger was an entity with a misty shape, giving off a somewhat ghostly feeling.

  "Is the White Tiger your spirit pet?" Apart from this explanation, she couldn't think of any other reason.

  As for spiritual pets, she has come into contact with many, but knows very little about them. Mainly because no one mentions it to her, so her impression of spiritual pets is still stuck on Xiao Zhu Ni Ni, who can only eat away at her family's wealth like a big glutton.

  Upon hearing her words, Bing Yu's eyes widened in surprise: "Your Majesty can see?"

  His spiritual pet is the White Tiger, one of the Four Spirits of Dongling. Just like how there are four spirits in the world, Dongling also has its own four spirits. So, it's no wonder that Longji Dark Guard would kneel down to someone who possesses one of the Four Spirits of Dongling. However, his White Tiger spiritual pet doesn't have a physical body. According to Lí Zǐ Mò, this is because the White Tiger, one of the Four Spirits, has long been dead and for some reason hasn't reincarnated yet. Now, the spirit of the White Tiger is willing to return and serve Lin Xuanji, which is truly a miracle.

  It was also because of this that before meeting Li Zimo, he was a demon in the eyes of the common people, a tiger man who almost got tied to a tree trunk and burned to death by the crowd.

  He was rescued by Li Zimo, who happened to be out on patrol in disguise. After learning his identity, he promised to help the Lin family rise again. Originally, he should have hated Li Zimo with a vengeance, for over a hundred lives of the Lin family were lost due to Li Zimo's father. Li Zimo was the son of his sworn enemy who killed his father. However, after following Li Zimo for some time, he lost interest in seeking revenge. It was clear to everyone that the former emperor and Li Zimo were two different people. Especially when he saw Empress Hu die, Li Zimo didn't even shed a single tear.

  Now that he has met this woman, the one who is said to be the only one to have moved Li Zimo's emotions. But all he can feel is that this woman's heart, like Li Zimo's, is also devoid of blood.

  She bandaged his wound and saw that he didn't respond, nor did she plan to ask further. Mainly because Hua Xiyan didn't bother to pry open the iceberg's mouth.

  His eyes narrowed into a line: "Mo will be very curious, why isn't the princess afraid?"

  Your Majesty, aren't they all supposed to be delicate as flowers? On the surface, she indeed looks like a weak and fragile flower that can easily deceive people.

  "I've been through life and death twice already, there's nothing to be afraid of."

  Everyone says she's been dead and reborn, but he doesn't know the specifics either. However, if it's true, someone who has died twice would be unlikely to fear death again.

  He saw his eyebrows drooping, and was a little afraid that he would sleep like this. If no one came to find them, he might die from excessive blood loss. Huaxi Yan stood up, somewhat anxious, thinking about how to send a signal to the people outside to find them quickly.

  At this moment, she and he should both have thought that there was no one else here. Because the three princes were either dead or injured and had all escaped.

  Suddenly a gust of dark wind struck, Lin Xuanqi abruptly opened her eyes, but it was already too late. All she saw was this deadly dark wind's palm accurately striking from behind, directly at the heart on her back.

  Huā Yù Yán was unable to dodge in an instant, and this palm wind was undoubtedly above her. When she was forced to bear this palm, she wanted to move, but felt that the palm wind had sucked onto her back, making her unable to move. Cold sweat immediately fell from her forehead. This palm was not going to shatter her heart meridian, but to seize the seven souls and six spirits within her body.

  Lin Xuanqi jumped up from the ground and stretched out her hand to pull her over, but just as her hand was about to touch her side, a huge gust of wind blew it open.

  A majestic white aura enveloped her body, preventing anyone from approaching and rescuing her.

  All I saw was a streak of blood, flowing down from her lip corner.

  That striped kitten that should have run away suddenly jumped out of the bushes again, shouting: "Lí Zǐ Mò, hurry up and come out, your wife is going to be taken away!"

  The moment the tiger-skin kitten's voice fell, the sky cracked with a loud bang, as if something had split it open. A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky like a dragon's claw, striking directly at the white mist that enveloped her body. The white mist was instantly split in two by the heavenly thunderbolt, and the air waves could only churn about half a foot away from her body.

  Hǔ pí xiǎo māo and Lín Huìqí were both blown open by the air wave, rolling over twice. When they steadied themselves and lifted their heads again, they saw Huā Xīyàn trapped in between, her entire body enveloped by two layers of light, one white and one gold.

  White light and golden light were like two forces tearing her apart from within.

  At the same time, in the Li Huadong Temple of the Summer Resort, where the Emperor was staying. The only person serving the Emperor, Li Shunde, was so frightened that his face turned pale and his hands and feet were shaking violently. Just then, Lei Zimo, who had been reading a memorial, suddenly furrowed his brow, supported his forehead with his hand, and the memorial in his hand fell to the ground.

  "Your Majesty, Your Imperial Highness——"

  Li Shunde was flustered and didn't know who to look for immediately, or whether he should go find Gong Xiangru. But looking at the Emperor's condition, it seemed like it wasn't an illness.

  The lion dog Qilin passed through the pearl curtain, a white light flashed, revealing the appearance of an old man.

  Li Shunde's eyes widened in surprise.

  "Get out." Qilin's extremely impatient voice was laced with annoyance.

  Li Shunde lowered his head and scurried out like a worm.

  Qilin walked to the emperor's desk, gazing down at Li Zimo's face which was as calm and serene as a fairy's, and sighed: "Have you tied your own seven souls and six spirits together with hers?"

  The world's ethnic groups hold the divine race in high esteem, and within the divine race, the Dongling imperial family is revered. This is because the Dongling imperial family can be said to be the most ruthless and unfeeling people in the world. They are unfeeling, so they handle matters fairly and will not show favoritism. As for Li Zimo, from his youth, when he first attended the Xianjian Conference, his name was etched in history, known as the "Bloodless Young Master".

  Who would have thought that this person, who is recognized by everyone as having no human feelings, would risk his own life for a woman.

  Facing Qilin's sigh, Yunmei slightly raised her eyebrows, and in a cool and detached tone, she said to her spiritual pet: "This person who has come to capture her soul is actually about as strong as that old demon from the Western Heavens. With my own strength alone, I shouldn't have any trouble repelling them. However, I'm worried that if I use too much force, she won't be able to withstand it. Come and help me out."

  Qilin's ears heard, and she let out a soft sigh: This man, who kept saying he didn't love anyone, ended up loving a woman to this extent. He couldn't bear the thought of letting her get hurt even a little bit.

  He stretched out his palm and grasped the shoulder of Tianzi, and in an instant, the spiritual power of the Supreme Spiritual Beast was transmitted through him to Huayexiang on the nameless small island.

  In the torn Huayueyan, her ears were buzzing, and her whole body was shaking. She felt that her body was so fragile, as if it was only a kite for the two forces inside to contend with each other. Just when she couldn't bear it anymore, a stream of spiritual energy, accompanied by an old man's voice, entered her body: "Hold on, little girl."

  Right after the third party's powerful intervention, the two forces that were tearing each other apart were broken open from the middle. Qilin's spiritual power instantly covered her seven souls and six spirits with another layer of protective netting.

  The defeated enemy, in the void boundary, let out a reluctant voice: "Dongling Emperor, for the sake of a mere woman, you have risked your own life and that of the Qilin."

  He retorted with a cold and detached tone, "You dare to capture My woman?"

  A burst of golden light shot out from her body, directly piercing through the void boundary woven in the forest.

  In the dark forest, a fireball suddenly burst into flames out of thin air. Nine thunderbolts struck down from above, hitting the fireball with a fierce crackle, as if performing a cruel punishment on the electricity and thunder within. The fireball crackled and popped, and Hua Xiyan's eyes strained to see only a pair of white hands inside. Immediately after, the void boundary that had turned into ashes fell from the sky, like snowflakes gently drifting down in gray pieces.

  Seeing this, the tiger-striped kitten quickly turned around and jumped back into the bush to escape. Apparently, it didn't want to be caught by Dongling Emperor after just being picked up by someone.

  Huā Yùyán knelt down, her hands grasping at her chest, inside which her seven souls and six spirits were connected by a thread to the other side.

  The nine thunderbolts withdrew into the sky, and the final blow struck the barrier at the bridgehead of the nameless small island. With a loud crash, the barrier set up by the previous emperor disappeared without any effort, turning into a cloud of black smoke that vanished. The guards who were waiting for orders rushed onto the island on horseback.

  Li Ji-yao was playing chess with Qi Yun-yan in the house, covering her mouth to stifle a yawn, and asked San Qi: "Why hasn't Yan Shangshu returned yet?"

  Sanqi went to look for Aunt Liu, but found that she was also nowhere to be seen.

  Qī Yún yān saw this and stopped moving his chess piece, saying: "If the county master is tired, my daughter will wait here for Yan Shàngshū to return."

  Li Ji Yao was defeated in the staring contest, so she gave up and called San Qi to help her, went to the side room to sleep for a while. Before leaving, she reminded Qi Yun Yan: "If you wait too long, go back to your room to sleep by yourself. I think, she's probably been summoned by my royal brother. As long as it's my royal brother who summoned her, she won't be able to return tonight."

  The county lord's words were well-reasoned and insightful, showing a deep understanding of the relationship between Huayexian and Shengshang. Qiyunyan slightly blinked her eyes.

  Li Ji-yao was about to blurt out the truth in front of her, so she quickly covered her mouth with her hand and hastily walked out of the house.

  The golden maid serving beside Qiyunyan saw that the others were gone and said to her master, "Miss, this is what the princess just said. Isn't it saying that Yan Shangshu has a close relationship with the emperor? However, the princess doesn't seem to mind at all. Who doesn't know that the princess used to be as close as sisters with the empress? Don't you think this matter is suspicious, miss?"

  "Royal affairs are not something we can get involved in."

  "Why can't you touch? Miss was the palace empress's best friend in the past." Jin Yayi dared to say anything when no one was around, especially today seeing that Ninth Lady bullying her own miss, she was even more angry. "Li Furen, being a second-grade noble lady is nothing special, can it be compared to my family's miss and the palace empress's close relationship?"

  Upon hearing Jin's words, Qi Yunyan slightly furrowed her brow: "Don't say any more. She has become the Empress, and as the Empress, she is no longer on the same level as me."

  Auntie Jin pouted: "Who doesn't know that she's intentionally keeping her distance from you, it's for your own good."

  Qiyun Yan glanced at her and said, "Some words, when kept in one's heart, become disasters when spoken out loud."

  Madam Jin closed her mouth, but her expression was not one of easy abandonment. Both the master and mistress of their own household had said that this opportunity was a rare chance for their young lady, and it absolutely could not be let go of easily. As long as Yan Shangshu and Li Jiuyao were willing to lend a helping hand, their young lady might just encounter some golden bachelor. Because following the Heavenly Son Li Zimou, there wouldn't be a lack of golden bachelors.

  Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor.

  The figure that suddenly appeared at the door of the house made Jin Niang and Qi Yunyan both pause in surprise.

  Qī Yún's eyes followed him as he walked down from the bed, and she bowed her body towards the person at the door: "Your Excellency."

  Jin Aya smiled and looked at Gong Xiangru who suddenly appeared, asking: "Is Lord Gong here to find the Princess?"

  "Some people came to me and said that the princess is unwell, the emperor is worried, and let me come over to take the pulse of the princess." Gong Xiangru said, his eyes seemed to be looking into the house, searching for Li Jiuyao.

  Qī Yún yān dàn le xià chún, gāng xiǎng kāi kǒu shuō Lí Jì Yáo yǐ jīng jìn fáng lǐ xiū xī le. Jīn Mó mò què shì yī bǎ qiǎng zài le tā miàn qián, duì Gōng Xiàng Rú shuō: "Huí gōng dà ren, jùn zhǔ gāng hǎo qù rú cè le. Bù rú gōng dà ren jìn wū lǐ děng děng."