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

As she finished speaking, a cinnabar-like glow suddenly emanated from Jiang Yingxue's wrist. A crimson silk rope slowly emerged from beneath her porcelain-white skin, its knot swirling with fragments of light like stardust.

System: [Love ties the bond, heart fire guides. Call her name three times, and you will find her across the mortal world.]

Jiang Yingxue suddenly grabbed the wide sleeves of the girl beside her, her fingertips turning pale pink with excitement: "Chu Ying! Look at the power of Qingxing Palace's prophecy!"

"What are you looking at?"

Jiang Yingxue shook her wrist: "I have obtained the power of the Qingxing Palace prophecy! Just follow the red string on my wrist and you will find my brother."

"Really?!" Chu Ying's eyes lit up instantly, and she looked a little excited, but then she frowned: "But I don't see any red rope on your wrist."

Jiang Yingxue blinked. It seemed that only she could see the red string. She reached out and squeezed the string, only to find that it wasn't a physical object, but more like a shadow.

"It's okay, as long as I can see it."

After hearing this, everyone was excited except Shen Yun who was unaware of the situation and looked confused.

Chu Ying quickly asked, "Where is Senior Brother now? Did Hongsheng give any instructions?"

"Let me try."

As she spoke, Jiang Yingxue began to silently recite Yan Chuan's name in her heart.

After a while, one end of the red rope began to extend.

However, the red rope did not float out of Zui Xiang Lou's door, but extended upwards.

"strangeness..."

Seeing this, Chu Ying quickly asked, "What's wrong? Where is the red rope pointing?"

"Point upstairs."

Jiang Yingxue looked in the direction of the red rope and couldn't help but loosen her grip, causing the cup to fall to pieces with a clang.

The crisp sound was particularly harsh at this moment. Her eyes stared straight ahead and her heartbeat seemed to stop instantly.

On the second-floor corridor, a young man leaned against a red lacquer pillar, his collar askew, dark red blood seeping from beneath his brocade collar. Covered in wounds, he stared intently at Jiang Yingxue.

"Yan Chuan..." Jiang Yingxue's voice was as soft as a whisper, but with a hint of trembling.

"Brother!"

Everyone exclaimed and rushed forward from their seats.

Wan Jinan held onto Yan Chuan's shoulders, his fingers touching his cold clothes, and he was shocked: "Why are you here? And what happened to you? Did that beast Qiu Zhida hurt you like this!?"

"Yes, Big Brother! You don't know that we have been worried about you for a whole month! Fortunately, you showed up."

"I'm glad you're back..." Cen Yizhi breathed a sigh of relief: "How about we——"

"Wait..." Yan Chuan suddenly took a step back, his eyes full of confusion: "Who are you?"

Wan Jinan was stunned: "No, it's me, I am your master."

"Come on, come on," Chu Ying waved her hand. "Brother must be teasing us. But you're seriously injured, so stop joking. I have some medicine here. Take it and see if you feel any better."

As she spoke, she took out a white pill from her sleeve and handed it to Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan glanced at the pill and suddenly smiled.

He forced himself to endure the pain in his body, cold sweat sliding down his pale cheeks. His shallow dimples were filled with a hint of sarcasm: "Master? Senior brother? Don't tease me. Everyone in the capital knows that I, Xu Yanchuan, am just an unlearned playboy. How could I possibly become your disciple?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Wan Jinan immediately became angry when he heard it, and his voice suddenly rose: "Well, you really are putting on an act with me, right? The other day I swore that as long as you acknowledge me as your master, I would acknowledge you as my disciple. Now you're asking us directly who we are? If you didn't know who we were, why were you staring at our table?"

Yan Chuan glanced at Jiang Yingxue behind Wan Jinan, and then at Shen Yun who was sitting at the table not far away drinking tea: "I don't know you, but I know the eldest lady of the Jiang family and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

His gaze fell on Jiang Yingxue again, and an indescribable throbbing surged in his heart.

When Yan Chuan heard Jiang Yingxue softly calling the prince "husband" just now, his breathing suddenly stagnated, as if an invisible sharp blade had pierced his chest.

His mind went blank for a moment, his ears buzzed, and the blood in his body seemed to flow backwards at this moment, and a cold feeling spread from his fingertips to his entire body.

Yan Chuan's fingers clenched unconsciously, his nails digging deep into his palms.

The feeling surged forth from the depths of his memory, carrying with it an inexplicable familiarity and longing. He had only seen her once, yet at this moment, it was as if something had taken root in his heart, making him want to be closer to her, yet an invisible force was pulling him back, preventing him from taking that step.

That feeling of inferiority and powerlessness was like an invisible net that trapped him tightly.

Is she married?

But I have been in the capital all the time. If the prince really married Jiang Yingxue, how could I not have heard about it?

But if they weren't married yet, and Jiang Yingxue had clearly called the prince "husband" just now, the strangest thing was that after hearing this, she actually felt jealous... and angry.

That emotion burned in his heart like wildfire, almost swallowing him whole.

"Okay, okay~" Chu Ying snorted, crossing her arms across her chest: "You don't remember anyone, but your sweetheart, right?"

At this moment, Chu Ying still thought that Yan Chuan was pretending, but Cen Yizi could see that something was wrong with him.

"Chu Ying, you should know what kind of person Senior Brother is... He doesn't seem to be pretending... Will Senior Brother really forget us?"

Chu Ying rolled her eyes: "What? You forgot about us and only remember Yingxue?"

"But he just called Yingxue the eldest lady of the Jiang family... not by her name, nor by her junior sister, it was very strange..."

Chu Ying was stunned for a moment, then frowned: "It seems so... Then Yan Chuan, let me ask you, do you know the Xianyun Sect?"

Yan Chuan nodded.

"Then do you know that you are a disciple of the Xianyun Sect?"

"How is it possible..." Yan Chuan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something else, but before he could finish his words, the pain in his body surged like a tidal wave. His vision went black, and his chest felt like it was being pressed down by a huge rock, making it difficult to breathe.

The next moment, his body suddenly went limp, and he fell forward like a puppet with its strings cut.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Wan Jinan was quick-witted and quickly reached out to grab the man. Yan Chuan's body leaned heavily in his arms, his face as pale as paper.

He looked at Jiang Yingxue: "I will take Yan Chuan back to the inn to heal his wounds first. Yingxue, do you still want to go to the palace?"

Jiang Yingxue shook her head: "Now that my goal has been achieved, I won't go back."

After that, she said no more and turned to go downstairs in a hurry. When she passed by Shen Yun, she paused slightly and apologized to him in a low voice, with a hint of apology and alienation in her tone.

Shen Yun glanced at Yan Chuan and smiled: "Is he the one you like?"

"Yes."

"Are you coming to Canglan Country this time also for him?"

"Not just for him."

Shen Yun took a sip of tea and smiled faintly: "I understand."

After saying that, he put down the teacup and said, "Yufeng, enter the palace."