The daughter of the emperor is beautiful and holds the power over the world

All Boya could see was Bo Yuan's figure, and behind him stood dozens of men in black.

A Yan killed these men in black by himself, and later they worked together to kill Bo Yuan.

Boya felt a pang of pain in his heart. Thinking of Bo Yuan, his dead parents, and the countless bloody struggles the Bo family had experienced, countless bitterness surged out.

He hugged the woman in front of him tightly, as if he was holding the most important treasure in his life.

Ah Yan! Ah Yan!

Si Yan felt Boya's body trembling, and knew how sad and helpless he was at the moment.

She said nothing and patted Boya's back.

Boya's eyes were moist and tears rolled down, wetting Si Yan's shoulders.

Until he smelled a smell of blood, Boya looked down and saw blood seeping from Si Yan's shoulders.

He hurriedly let go of Si Yan, and his confused mind became much clearer.

"Ayan, you have a wound on your shoulder." Boya's eyes flashed with the image of Si Yan being stabbed, and the image of Bo Yuan pinching Si Yan's shoulder with his five fingers, and his head ached.

"I'm fine." Si Yan smiled slightly.

"I touched your wound." Boya's eyes were full of apology and heartache.

"It's okay." Si Yan replied calmly.

The room gradually became quiet, and Boya looked at the woman in front of him quietly.

She was sitting right in front of him, so close to him.

Just like every time they ate and chatted together in Yayue Pavilion, she was always so calm and relaxed...

Boya's body began to ache, and the pain in his shoulder made his face turn pale.

Boya looked at the woman in front of him, opened his lips, but said nothing in the end. He leaned back and leaned against the head of the bed.

Si Yan took a step back and sat on the stool beside the bed.

"Ayan, I'm so sorry." Boya looked at the blood on the woman's clothes and slightly concealed his emotions, "Let's take care of your injuries."

"No need, it's just a minor injury." Si Yan smiled, with a smile in his bright eyes.

She looked at Boya gently, "I'm glad you woke up. Are you hungry? Would you like some porridge?"

Boya nodded, and Bo Lian beside him quickly brought over a bowl of porridge.

Bolian picked up the spoon and wanted to feed his son.

Boya took the porridge and drank it himself. After a while, the porridge in the bowl was gone.

Seeing that he could eat, everyone felt relieved.

"Ayan, I'm fine. Go and have a rest."

Without anyone saying anything, Boya could already see that Si Yan hadn't slept well these past few days.

"Okay, I'm next door. If you need anything, just ask Bolian to come and call me."

"I understand." Boya nodded.

Only when Si Yan walked out of the room did Boya's body collapse, and the pain all over his body came over him like a flood.

"Sir, how are you?"

Seeing Boya's painful expression, Bolian rushed over anxiously.

"It's okay, the wound just flared up." Boya cheered himself up, his expression concealing a hint of pain as he said to Bolian, "Thank you for your hard work these past few days."

"What are you talking about, sir? It's my duty to take care of you." Bolian sniffed, his emotions a little out of control.

The young master finally woke up. It’s good that he woke up.

Boya glanced around and knew that they had opened the vault door.

"How did we get in?"

"It was King Yan who cracked the mechanism." Bolian said.

Boya was slightly stunned: "Where is the King of Yan?"

"He's gone again." Bo Lian has been thinking about his own young master these days. He only learned the news after Prince Yan left.

At this moment, Yunqiao brought over a bowl of brown medicine: "Master Bo, drink this bowl of medicine, it will relieve the pain in your body."

"Thank you." Boya looked at Yunqiao with gratitude and reached out to take the bowl of medicine.

Yunqiao is someone close to Yan Longyi. When they saw Yunqiao, they knew that King Yan had indeed been there.

"Mr. Bo, you are too polite." Yunqiao said softly, "Mr. Bo has just woken up and is still very weak. He needs to stay in bed and rest more."

"I understand." Boya drank the medicine, and Bolian and Yunqiao both retreated.

Boya lay on the bed, his eyes gradually moistened and turned red. Master, Master...

No, that wasn't his master, that was a demon.

Boya forced himself not to think about it, but his head hurt uncontrollably.

He lay in bed for a long time but couldn't fall asleep, so he simply sat up and stared blankly.

Suddenly, a strange voice came from the door: "Boya boy is awake?"

"Old senior, the young master is resting." As Bo Lian was speaking, Bo Yu poked his head in. "His eyes are so wide open, how can he be resting?"

Bo Yu opened the door and walked in.

Boya was a little confused. He seemed to have no impression of this old man with a kind yet somewhat serious face.

"Don't you know me?" Bo Yi pulled the stool where Si Yan had been sitting before and moved it towards the bed.

He smiled as if talking to himself, "That's normal. Back then, you were still little, still in swaddling clothes. I secretly met you a few times. Later, when you grew up, I also only met you secretly a few times. The gold guardian of the Bo family cannot show up easily."

As long as the Bo family is not in a life-and-death situation, the gold guardians of the Bo family cannot easily interfere in the affairs of the Bo family, let alone expose themselves easily.

Their main task is to control the Bo family's treasury and guard the last line of defense for the Bo family's property.

In addition, they have a mysterious identity in the Bo family, and at critical moments, they can mobilize the Bo family's forces outside.

"Are you the gold keeper here?"

Boya couldn't help but become more alert and looked at the old man carefully.

"Yes, Patriarch." Bo Yu looked kind, his old eyes full of smiles.

Boya opened his lips gently: "Granduncle, is that you?"

Although Boya had never seen the man guarding the gold, as the head of the Bo family, he knew that the man guarding the gold here was his great-uncle Boyu.

His grandfather, like his father, died young, but his great-uncle volunteered to become the gold keeper of the Bo family.

The gold guardian of the Bo family is the last line of defense of the Bo family. Only the person with the highest moral character in the Bo family can be qualified for this task.

It has been nearly forty years since my great-uncle became the gold keeper of the Bo family. His father was just born at that time.

It was only when he grew up that the elders of the secluded Bo family told him these things.

"It's me." Boya's words "great-uncle" made Boyi shed tears.

From the moment he volunteered to become the gold keeper of the Bo family, he became a lonely man.

He could no longer see his relatives or show up at the Bo family.

Everything he has will disappear, and he can only guard this cage-like vault.

"I didn't expect to see you here." Boya was a little excited and accidentally pulled the wound on his body, and couldn't help but let out a "hiss".

Bo Yu stepped forward and held him down: "Don't move. Granduncle knows you can't sleep. I heard from them that your master Bo Yuan also came here with a conspiracy."

When talking about Boyuan, Boya's eyes turned red again.

"Yes, he killed my parents and adopted me in order to obtain the Bo family's wealth."

"It's okay." Boyu patted Boya's hand and comforted him, "Boyuan is gone. Your great uncle will be with you from now on."

Although Boya had never met Boyi, the two seemed to have a natural closeness.

"Yeah." Boya nodded with a smile in his eyes.