Don't panic, nephew. I will take this pot of evil star.

Ye Xing lowered his brows and eyes. He had always thought that the young lady's identity as a princess was quite eye-catching, but he didn't expect that she would become a princess later.

The young lady's letter explained everything, and Emperor Qi Zhao's little thoughts were also obvious, so he couldn't help but think more about it.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. This was the young lady's decision, and I just learned about it." Ye Xing knelt on the ground and told Feng Xili clearly everything that happened after she was washed into the Huaijing Canal in Bianlu City.

Emperor Qi Zhao's eyebrows twitched and his eyes turned cold in an instant.

He strode to the back of the desk, lifted his robe and sat down, with a sinister look in his eyes.

That kid... he's really lucky! He's still alive like this?

Ye Xing was still kneeling below, prostrating himself respectfully on the ground, without raising his head.

The atmosphere was stagnant for a moment until a sneer was heard from the room next door.

"Your Majesty, I've said before that some people cannot be killed just because you want to, and some people cannot be kept just because you want to."

Emperor Qi Zhao's face was gloomy and he sat there motionless, obviously not wanting to admit that he was involved in this matter.

The door opened and Yue Dengxian, dressed in black, walked in.

Emperor Qi Zhao swept his grave gaze over, revealing his imperial demeanor.

Yue Dengxian chuckled, found a chair and sat down comfortably, glanced at Ye Xing, and said lightly: "Get up."

Ye Xing also stood up and stood aside in an orderly manner.

The atmosphere at this time was even more tense. Emperor Qi Zhao half closed his eyes, and he was still a little weaker. He slowly stood up and bowed to Yue Dengxian who was sitting not far in front of him.

"Fourth uncle."

Yue Dengxian did not say a word, but just lowered his eyes and stroked the tassel of the brocade bag in his hand.

After a long silence, he spoke softly, "Your Majesty, now that things have come to this, Xier has worked hard for you. Even if Mu Jiu has no credit, he has worked hard..."

A trace of heartache flashed in his eyes. These two children had never had a peaceful life, and now, they were separated forever.

"Your Majesty, Xier is willing to sacrifice her life for someone else's. Do you acknowledge her painstaking efforts?" Yue Dengxian asked coldly. That was his daughter, the daughter he and Qingqing owed a lifetime to.

If it weren't for Emperor Qi Zhao's dark thoughts this time, Mu Lanxun wouldn't have had such a hard time, and Xier wouldn't have been so desperate.

But it's too late to say all this now.

Emperor Qi Zhao's eyes were calm, but there was still some pain in his heart.

The clever little girl knew when to act and when to retreat. She never showed any fear because she was an emperor, nor did she ask for anything based on her acknowledgment of her seniority.

Ultimately, it's because I'm too greedy, which makes me narrow-minded.

"Fourth uncle, I know I was wrong." Emperor Qi Zhao finally lowered his head.

This man is my father's youngest uncle and my only elder in this world. Although he is not very old, his seniority is there and cannot be denied.

Yue Dengxian's expression softened, "Your Majesty, little Mujiu is not an easy target. Even if you don't want to help, don't try to stop him."

He always had a feeling that if Xier was not by his side in the future, would he become cold, hard and arbitrary?

"Yes."

"Jinghang, let's say goodbye now. I'm not interested in your departure. I don't blame you for Xier's affairs, but I won't forgive you either. From now on, I wish you all the best."

Yue Dengxian said this calmly, leaving behind the brocade bag he had been stroking in his hand.

That was the bag that was often hung beside Emperor Xiaozun. Emperor Qizhao stared blankly at the old bag and didn't even know when Yue Dengxianshi left.

He reached out and picked up the brocade bag. Was there something inside?

Confused, he pulled out two pieces of paper. The first line he saw was a familiar handwriting: The Emperor's Nephew...

His eyelids twitched, nephew?

...Is it a letter from Li You?

Mu Lanxun rushed all the way back to Ya'an City. He could feel a faint breath following him, like a shadow, and very familiar.

When he was near the gate of the imperial palace, he stopped, turned his head to look at the empty side, and smiled.

"I've followed you all the way. Now, you can rest assured, right? Wubai."

A gust of wind blew by, and no one responded.

He shrugged his shoulders, not caring at all, handed over his badge and entered the palace.

After a moment, a snow-white figure stood where he had just stood. This person... seemed to have changed.

In the imperial study, Emperor Qi Zhao had just calmed down when he learned that Mu Lanxun had been waiting outside the palace for a long time.

His expression was complicated. Feng Xili's final "premonition" of what was in the brocade bag was beneficial to both him and Shangli. He knew what she meant.

The blood relatives of Emperor Xiaozhun are indeed all romantic...

"Let him in." He put the letter carefully, his face slightly gloomy.

"Mu Jiu pays homage to His Majesty. Long live His Majesty." Mu Lanxun knelt down and bowed as soon as he entered the door.

Emperor Qi Zhao sat behind the desk with a dark and unclear look in his eyes.

"Get up and look up."