The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

By the time Jiang Yingxue dragged her exhausted body back to her room, the candlelight was already halfway burnt out. Rubbing her stiff shoulders, she slumped down on the carved couch, gazing at the moonlight filtering through the diamond-shaped window and letting out a long sigh.

Today, using the title of Crown Princess, she almost walked through the entire palace. Whenever she saw someone passing by, she would deliberately do the so-called system task.

System: [99/100]

Her fingertips slid across the interface in the void that was glowing with a faint blue luster. She stared at the glaring number and bit her lower lip.

During the dinner, she found various excuses to talk to Shen Yun about everything from the customs of Canglan Country to the people of Yun Country. She talked until her throat was hoarse and she could only say ninety-nine words.

Jiang Yingxue: [Who would have thought that this crappy task would require calling "husband" a hundred times to be completed?]

System: [Who would have thought that you could compress a five-day task into one day.]

Jiang Yingxue: [If I call him "husband" over five days, I'm afraid he'll get used to it and misunderstand. And the sooner I finish calling him "husband," the sooner I can find Yan Chuan. There's no time to delay.]

System: [Indeed, it is your freedom to decide how to do it.]

Although she only needed to call him "husband" to complete the task, it was already night and she didn't want to go out of her way to look for Shen Yun when there was no one around.

Let’s wait and talk to someone tomorrow.

With that, she lay down on the bed, opened the quilt, wrapped herself up like a silkworm cocoon, and fell into a deep sleep.

On the other side, Shen Yun did not go back to his room to rest. Instead, he used disguise skills and took advantage of the dark and windy night to leave the palace alone with a black and a white bottle and went to the most expensive restaurant in the capital - Zui Xiang Lou.

He slipped into the private room on the top floor from the back alley.

I saw Taoist Master Lu leaning on a carved rosewood couch, his Taoist robe half open, his fingertips tapping on a rhino horn wine glass out of boredom.

Seeing Shen Yun push the door open and walk in, he lazily raised his eyelids and said, "The night watch drum at three o'clock in the morning has already been struck twice. Your Highness the Crown Prince has really kept me waiting for so long."

"So what if I asked you to wait?" Shen Yun closed the door with his backhand, his eyes colder than the snow. "Master Lu, you know exactly what I'm doing. How can you not be more cautious? Or are you dissatisfied with me?"

Taoist Priest Lu smiled and said, "I dare not."

"Since you don't dare, what is your attitude now?"

"Your Highness, please don't misunderstand me." He chuckled again and spun the whisk in his palm. "I am only delivering a message from His Majesty. Why are you so angry? This is not my business, it's the business of the Yun Kingdom. You don't want to ruin the country's destiny, do you?"

He leaned forward, the candlelight casting a shadow on his hooked nose. "Where's the bottle?"

Shen Yun glanced at the Taoist priest unhappily and snorted coldly. As the dim light of the ring shone, he took out the two bottles from the ring and placed them on the table: "Here."

Taoist Priest Lu's skinny fingers stroked the icy patterns on the bottle, and the friction between the amber cork and the bottle mouth was particularly harsh when he pulled the cork out.

His nostrils flared, and his Adam's apple rolled with the smell of blood - it was indeed human blood, warm with a rusty smell as if wrapped in a heartbeat.

But he didn't notice that Shen Yun's left hand hanging by his side had been clenched into a fist, and his knuckles were turning white in his sleeve.

"Well, I'm not here to play like Miss Jiang. Now that the blood has been obtained, I must leave first to avoid delaying state affairs. Your Highness, please return. If someone finds you sneaking out of the palace, I don't know how to explain it."

Seeing that Taoist Lu did not have any doubts, Shen Yun finally put his heart at ease.

In fact, the bottle contained a fake blood mixed with the blood of a condemned prisoner from the Yun Kingdom and three drops of mermaid tears. Even a cultivator with the highest level of cultivation would find it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Shen Yun knew that he would have no chance to do anything after arriving in Canglan Country, so he filled the bottle with blood long before leaving.

In order to avoid being discovered by Taoist Lu, Shen Yun deliberately put on an unhappy look. He snorted and walked away.

After making sure that Shen Yun had left, Taoist Lu immediately stood up and swung his whisk violently.

Wherever the whisk swept past, purple light condensed into a vortex, and a barrier suddenly appeared before his eyes.

He must deliver the blood to Lord Luo Wei before sunrise, otherwise all his efforts will be wasted.

After the barrier appeared, he hurried in. Countless dry bones floated in the cracks of the void. After a while, he stumbled and fell on the rubble of the barren ridge.

The moon was bright in the sky, and the young man on the cross iron pillar hung his head, with a black and purple scab on his collarbone where the Nether Chain pierced through it.

Luo Wei sat cross-legged with his back to him in the center of the blood formation. Nine soul-guiding lamps were rotating around the center of the formation, illuminating the swirling blood mist under the boy's feet, making it wriggle like a living thing.

Feeling the presence of Taoist Master Lu, Luo Wei closed his eyes and said without turning his head: "Here?"

"Sir!" Taoist Lu knelt forward, holding a pair of black and white bottles. The bottles glowed with strange golden patterns in the moonlight. "The blood of the royal heir has just been taken. It's very fresh."

Luo Wei took the bottle, looked at it, and then looked up at Yan Chuan.

At this time, Yan Chuan had been completely washed away by the soul-cleansing technique, and all his memories of the Xianyun Sect had been lost.

"Do you know Xianyun Sect?" Luo Wei suddenly pinched Yan Chuan's chin. The once clear face was now covered with blood.

Yan Chuan's eyes were dull and he shook his head.

"Then do you know who I am?"

Yan Chuan's dilated pupils moved, and his cracked lips pursed: "Xu Mansion... Aunt..." The hoarse voice seemed to be squeezed out from a worn-out bellows: "Which concubine...sent you to kill me?"

Luo Wei laughed out loud. "Good, very good. As expected, you only remember your time at the Xu Mansion. That's right. You only need to remember that you were not welcomed, that you couldn't get the love you wanted, and all those feelings of loss and resentment. Now, all we need is the last two bottles of blood."

As he spoke, Luo Wei opened the two bottles and slowly poured the blood into the magic circle.

He burst into laughter, but before his crazy laughter ended, the runes on the magic circle under his feet suddenly burst into a dazzling blood light.

“Click——”

A crisp sound like a glass cup falling to the ground came from the ground, and the Netherworld Lock on the cross iron pillar broke into pieces.

The magic circle suddenly broke, and almost the next moment, the cross exploded, and Yan Chuan was thrown out and crashed into a pile of rocks like a kite with a broken string.

As the spellcaster, Luo Wei was severely injured because his magic circle was destroyed and was directly thrown ten meters away.

He stumbled and broke three dead trees before he could barely stop.

"Lu! Xian!" With every word he uttered, another bloody hole appeared on his jaw, and his voice sounded like a demon crawling out of hell: "This is not the blood of the royal heir at all! What's going on?!"

"I, I, I...I don't know either."

Taoist Lu sat slumped in a pool of blood, shivering violently. He glanced at the bottle and suddenly realized that the prince must have tampered with it. But he knew Luo Wei's temper. If things weren't handled properly, he would definitely kill him and wouldn't listen to his explanation!

"You took the blood, how could you not know? Cough cough cough..." Luo Wei coughed a few times and said, "I think you are deliberately trying to frame me. If that's the case, there's no need for me to spare your life!"