He Lan Tianxia

It seemed that all they could do now was wait and see. But Murong Junlan was worried about his unreliable princess, so he told Jiang He and everyone else to wait there while he hurriedly went out.

Lingyi caught up with him, saying, "Your Highness, let me go with you to find it."

Indeed, with such a vast mountain, who knows where that wretched monkey has led his princess? With Lingyi around, it would be easier to find her. Prince Murong thought for a moment and remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement. He wasn't worried about the princess wandering the mountain with the wretched monkey; he was worried that the abbot would encounter Yan'er first. The others stayed in the temple to take care of the abbot and prepare for the abbot's counterattack.

As they spoke, the two arrived at a bamboo grove. The forest was serene and the stream murmured. Where was the one they longed for? Murong Junlan sighed softly: "Alas, my beloved, how could you fall for a wretched monkey? The most hateful one is that pale-faced scholar; if it weren't for his poison… Oh, I almost forgot, where are that fellow hiding with the shopkeeper now?"

Lingyi looked at the somewhat bewildered prince and didn't know how to comfort him, so she could only follow silently.

At this moment, Murong Junlan recalled the scene of being served in the dining hall, and a warm current surged in her heart again.

After walking for a while, Lingyi finally couldn't help but speak up: "Your Highness, I can't smell the scent of the gorilla or the princess at all."

Murong Junlan frowned slightly: "Did we go the wrong way?"

“I think I can smell Young Master Bai’s scent,” Lingyi continued.

What a small world! I just had a fleeting thought of him, and here he is!

"Turn left." Murong Junlan had an unexpected problem. Since Yan'er wasn't heading this way, he had to turn around and look in another direction. But after only a few steps, the shopkeeper emerged from behind a large rock.

"Prince Murong, my young master requests your presence."

Murong Junlan didn't stop. Finding Yan'er was his priority. Besides, what good could that pale-faced scholar do besides poisoning and causing trouble?

"Your Highness, Young Master Bai knows where the Princess Consort is." The shopkeeper watched the departing prince and transmitted a message using his internal energy.

Murong Junlan stopped.

Lingyi warned, "Your Highness, there might be a trap."

After a moment's thought, Murong Junlan turned around and asked the shopkeeper, "Why should I trust you?"

"You may not believe me, but you know that Young Master Bai also likes the Princess. With a formidable enemy at hand, Young Master Bai has no reason to joke with you about the Princess's life."

"Where is he?" Murong Junlan hesitated.

"Your Highness," Lingyi said with some concern.

"Follow me." The shopkeeper stepped across a stream and walked forward.

Lingyi tried to stop him again, but Murong Junlan had already followed. Whenever the topic of the princess was brought up, the prince would become somewhat impatient.

The pale-faced scholar sat in a grassy hut, still looking half-dead.

"I know which direction Sister Yan is going?" The pale-faced scholar said, then stopped.

"Speak." Murong Junlan had no time for nonsense.

The pale-faced scholar casually pointed behind him: "Over there."

Just as Murong Junlan was about to take a step, the pale-faced scholar added, "Then it turned left again."

"Which side are you on?" Murong Junlan turned around and grabbed the scholar's throat with one hand. "You'd better make it clear before I change my mind." With that, she squeezed harder, making the pale-faced scholar's face turn red, and then he coughed. Murong Junlan had no choice but to shake the pale-faced scholar's head off.

After coughing a few times, the pale-faced scholar regained his pale complexion and slowly said, "I put this powder on her. You can look for her by following this scent."

"Your Highness, no!" Ling Yi had just reminded Murong Junlan not to sniff around, but Murong Junlan had already brought his nose close to it, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

"Your Highness!" Ling Yi exclaimed. He was about to scold the pale-faced scholar when a cloud of powder was thrown at him, and Ling Yi fell to the ground with a thud.

Seeing this, the pale-faced scholar suddenly stood up, brushed off a few weeds from his clothes, and then said to Murong Junlan, "Your Highness, you should get some sleep. By the time I find Sister Yan, you won't even remember who she is. Hehe."

After the pale-faced scholar finished speaking, he led the shopkeeper toward the narrow path behind them.

"Wow, he was quite the professional." A minute later, Murong Junlan and Ling Yi stood up again and followed the pale-faced scholar.

Half an hour later, Murong Junlan heard the sounds of fighting coming from the woods ahead.

Murong Junlan and Lingyi rushed over and saw the gorilla pulling the pale-faced scholar by the ear and spinning him around, while the shopkeeper was attacking the gorilla. The gorilla was attacked from both sides and had no choice but to use the pale-faced scholar as a shield and keep spinning him around.

Meanwhile, the princess consort whom Prince Murong longed for sat to the side, leisurely waving a blade of grass as she watched the match, much like a wife watching her husband spar with complete peace of mind. This sight filled Prince Murong with both anger and resentment; the domineering aura emanating from him caused Lingyi beside him to step back several paces.

Murong Junlan was about to step forward when suddenly a stick flew out from behind, heading straight for Yan'er...