The Lord God is kneeling on the washboard again

As Yun Mohan reflected on what had happened today, he (Nangong Han) noticed someone spying on the palace. He glanced at the sleeping Xiao Muhan and Xing Xuanli (Duanmu Li) and instantly teleported from his room to the courtyard. He sat down at the stone table.

He said to the man in black, “Since you are coming to my house in the middle of the night, won’t you come down and have a cup of hot tea?

The man in black flew down, landed on the stone table, and sat opposite Yun Mohan.

"Why are you so polite, Lord Regent?" The man in black spoke in a cold voice with a hint of disdain.

"I wonder why you come to visit me so late at night?" Yun Mohan asked coldly.

"I've been asked to take your life." The man in black said bluntly.

Yun Mohan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Just you? I'm afraid you don't have the ability."

A hint of surprise flashed across the black-clad man's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. "It seems the Regent is hiding his true power. However, you will undoubtedly die today."

After saying this, the man in black produced a short sword and thrust it towards Yun Mohan. Yun Mohan dodged the attack with a flash of his body. A fierce battle ensued between the two men in the courtyard... An Yi and An Er heard the noise and immediately rushed over. An Yi and An Wu saluted Yun Mohan and said, "Your Highness."

Yun Mohan sat back at the stone table and said calmly, "An Yi, An Wu. I leave this to you. Don't be too harsh. I want him alive."

An Yi and An Wu responded respectfully, "Yes, Your Highness!

An Yi and An Er attacked at the same time, one holding a long sword and the other holding a scimitar, and they attacked the man in black in a tacit coordination.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) poured himself a cup of tea and watched with interest as An Yi and An Wu fought against the men in black.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) said to the man in black with great care, "Sir, you are no match for them. Give up. As long as you reveal the mastermind, I can let you choose the way you want to die."

When An Yi and An Wu heard this, they muttered inwardly, "Your Highness, no matter how you ask others to choose, they'll die anyway."

The man in black was stunned, his expression frozen for a moment, and then he let out a bitter smile: "Humph, don't even think about getting any information from me!"

Yun Mohan sneered: "If you don't accept my toast, then don't blame me for being rude."

The man in black gnashed his teeth and said, "You can kill me or chop me up, it's all up to you!"

Yun Mohan narrowed his eyes slightly, a dangerous glint in his eyes: "Okay, I want to see how hard your bones are."

An Yi and An Wu stared at the man in black closely, ready to attack again at any time.

The man in black looked around at the people around him, knowing that he would probably not be able to escape today, but he still refused to surrender.

Yun Mohan crossed his arms and said slowly, "Do you think your persistence makes sense? Even if you don't tell me, I will find out."

The man in black snorted coldly and said no more, but his eyes revealed a determination to face death.

At this moment, the atmosphere became increasingly tense, as if the air was about to freeze.

Yun Mohan said, "An Yi, An Wu, remember to keep your mouth shut. It's getting late. I'm going back to my room to rest."

An Yi and An Wu responded in unison, "Yes, Your Highness!"

Yun Mohan turned and left, his figure looking somewhat lonely in the gradually dimming light.

An Yi looked at Yun Mohan's receding figure and said to An Wu, "Your Highness looks quite tired."

An Wu nodded: "Yes, these things have indeed made the prince very worried and exhausted recently."

The two men withdrew their gaze and looked back at the man in black who was restrained in front of them.

An Yi said, "We must carry out the prince's orders and not make any mistakes."

An Wu responded, "Of course, but this guy is very stubborn. I don't know if I can get anything useful out of him."

An Yi snorted coldly: "No matter how stubborn he is, we have plenty of ways to deal with him."

At this moment, the stars in the night sky gradually twinkled, and the surroundings grew quieter, with only the occasional chirping of insects. An Yi and An Wu perked up, staring intently at the man in black, waiting for the moment he would relent.

Yun Mohan returned to the bedroom and saw the sleeping faces of Xiao Muhan and Xing Xuanli, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

Little Mu Han slept quietly on the inside of the bed, her little face rosy and a sweet smile hanging on the corner of her mouth, as if she was having a beautiful dream. Yun Mo Han walked over gently and tucked the corner of the quilt for little Mu Han, his eyes full of love.

Xing Xuanli lay on her side, her long hair cascading down the pillow, a few strands playfully plastered against her cheek. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, her breathing even and steady, exuding a tranquil beauty. Yun Mohan sat beside her, gazing at her silently, unable to resist reaching out and gently brushing the hair from her face.

Looking at the two most important people in his life, one big and one small, Yun Mohan felt an immense sense of contentment and happiness. He recalled the ups and downs he and Xing Xuanli had gone through, how those difficult times had become easier because of each other's companionship and support. Now, with the lovely little Mu Han, their family felt even more complete and warm.

Yun Mohan sighed softly, afraid of waking them. He carefully lay down beside Xing Xuanli and gently held her in his arms. At this moment, he felt like he owned the whole world, and all his fatigue and worries disappeared.

The night grew deeper, and the bedroom was filled with warmth and tranquility. They fell into a sweet dream in each other's company.

At this moment, Xing Xuanli, who had entered the Jade Flute Space in spirit form, had already reached the fifth level of Foundation Establishment. Although it was Foundation Establishment, Xing Xuanli's true strength was actually at the Golden Core stage.

Within this mysterious Jade Flute space, Xing Xuanli was surrounded by a faint aura, sometimes radiant and sometimes subsiding, as if resonating with the mysterious forces surrounding her. Her gaze was firm and profound, revealing a composure and confidence beyond her realm.

Xing Xuanli felt the surge of spiritual energy within her body, a wave of deep emotion welling up within her. She knew full well that her current level of cultivation required immense effort beyond the imagination of ordinary people. From her initial ignorance in the path of cultivation to her current rise to prominence in the Foundation Establishment Realm, every step had been filled with challenges and tribulations.

However, others only saw her fifth-level Foundation Establishment stage, unaware that her true strength had already reached the Golden Core stage. The secret within this was known only to her. It was the product of countless days and nights of diligent practice, the continuous understanding and innovation of the techniques, and the unwavering will tempered through countless life-or-death trials.

In this Yuxiao space, Xing Xuanli continued to explore the more advanced ways of cultivation. She believed that with her own efforts and talent, her future path of cultivation would be even more glorious.

The next morning, at the Regent's Palace,

Waking up from a deep sleep, the sunlight shines through the mottled leaves onto the vermilion gate, adding a touch of softness and warmth to this solemn mansion.

The servants of the mansion began their busy day. From the kitchen came the clatter of pots and pans, and wisps of smoke rose. Maids hurried through the corridors, carrying basins of water and toiletries.

In the garden, flowers of various colors look gorgeous under the nourishment of morning dew, and birds are singing happily, as if cheering for the new day.

In the study, Yun Mohan had already started handling government affairs. He looked focused, and the brush in his hand rustled on the paper.

In a corner of the courtyard, Xing Xuanli was teaching little Mu Han to read and write. Little Mu Han's childish voice was clear and pleasant, full of childlike innocence and curiosity.

Yun Mohan sat in his study, a serious expression on his face. He knew the news that the man in black had been captured last night, and he was waiting for his men to report the details.

A depressing atmosphere permeated the study. Yun Mohan's fingers tapped the tabletop gently, creating a rhythmic sound. His gaze was deep and sharp, as if he could see through the wall to the imprisoned man in black.

Not long after, An Yi hurried into the study, knelt on one knee and saluted, "Your Highness, that man in black is very stubborn and refuses to say anything."

Yun Mohan narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice, "Continue the interrogation. I don't believe that I can't pry open his mouth."

An Yi retreated in response. Yun Mohan stood up and walked to the window, gazing at the scenery outside, his mind racing. Who was this man in black? Who was the mastermind behind this? A series of questions swirled in his mind.

After a while, An Wu also came to report: "Your Majesty, we have tried every possible means, but the man in black remains tight-lipped."

Yun Mohan frowned, turned around, and said, "Increase the intensity of the interrogation and investigate his identity and background to see if we can find a breakthrough."

An Wu took the order and left. Yun Mohan sat back at the desk and picked up a document, but he had no intention of reading it. He was only thinking about how to make the man in black tell the truth.