He Lan Tianxia

Inside the cliff cave.

The woman with the twin snow swords threw the bound and gagged Yan'er into the abandoned cave and prepared to go out to find food. Having been imprisoned by the white-haired woman for so long, she had originally intended to escape as far as possible. However, that day, she saw Murong Junlan taking Yan'er to raid bird nests, and a nameless rage surged within her. She decided to kidnap this woman. After waiting for a long time, fate finally smiled upon her, giving her a perfect opportunity when no one was around. She effortlessly brought Yan'er back.

The woman wielding the Twin Snow Swords was indignant. If it weren't for Prince Murong protecting her, she wouldn't know how many times she would have died. She wasn't as lucky as the other woman, ending up in such a state. But from today onwards, this treatment would be hers. The woman with the Twin Snow Swords slowly tore off a piece of skin from her face and, while Yan'er was still unconscious, stuck it to her face. Then she took another piece of Yan'er's skin from her pocket and stuck it to her own face. Afterwards, she changed her clothes, hastily applied some makeup, and went out to find something to eat.

Upon reaching the cliff, the woman with the Twin Snow Swords first hid them, then picked some fruit along the way to stave off hunger. Once everything was in order, she followed in Yan'er's footsteps and headed towards the Dark Woodcutter Temple.

The woman with the Twin Snow Swords didn't know why she had the urge to go to Dark Woodcutter Temple, but when she thought of Yan'er, whom she had abandoned in the dilapidated cliff cave, she felt a firm determination to go to Dark Woodcutter Temple.

The people at Anqiao Temple were in a state of panic, especially Prince Murong, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, as if it could set the entire sky ablaze. Everyone was too afraid to even breathe loudly, and they didn't dare to be too conspicuous when going to the toilet. The culprit, Cang Ying, was keeping a safe distance, not even daring to circle above Anqiao Temple.

Sigh, why did I have to let my master destroy my bird's nest? How could I forget that my master doesn't even know a little bit of martial arts? If anything happens to my master this time, I, the eagle, won't dare to live alone. Although transmigrating here is fraught with danger, it also has its own unique charm. The more the eagle thought about it, the more uneasy it felt. Sigh, I'd better go find him. As the culprit, I have to take on the task of finding my master. Otherwise, when I go back, that old man will definitely blame me too. I won't be able to live either way.

The eagle muttered to itself, flying aimlessly like a headless fly. Suddenly, a bird's cry drew its attention back; it realized it had unknowingly wandered to the tree where it had left the pills last time. "What's that bird yelling about? The pills aren't yours, so what right do you have to be so indignant?"

The eagle, annoyed by the large bird's noise, suddenly felt a surge of hatred. If it hadn't put the elixir in the bird's nest, this situation wouldn't have arisen. It decided to climb the tree and teach the creature a lesson. Looking down, the eagle saw a figure in the tree, a familiar figure—a figure that could allow it to straighten its wings and fly again. Excited, the eagle let out a sharp cry to the sky, spread its wings, and swooped down towards the tree.

With a "thud," the eagle fell through the gap in the tree, breaking off several feathers that stung painfully. It shook its head, still not quite understanding what had happened, when with another "thud," the large bird also fell down, followed by yet another "thud," as a bird's nest smashed down on the eagle's head, instantly obscuring its eyes.

Why was its master suddenly so irritable? The eagle was a little confused. Maybe she had nowhere else to vent her anger and was using it as a punching bag. Hmm, it was its own fault. The eagle blamed itself for everything and didn't dare look at the person above it who was throwing a tantrum. Smart birds always disappear automatically when their master is angry, so it lowered its head, pricked up its ears, and quickly hid in the tall grass, leaving as fast as it could.

The big bird was very resentful that its nest had been destroyed. It tried to attack several times but was shot down each time. Later, seeing that even the eagles had fled underground, it realized it wasn't stupid and had no choice but to leave with resentment for the time being.

After the woman with the Twin Snow Swords finished destroying the bird's nest, she breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little better. She then walked towards the Dark Woodcutter Temple with a few glances around.

Xiao Yezi was the first to notice Yan'er's return. Xiao Yezi was familiar with Yan'er, and upon seeing her, she ran up to her, intending to take her hand and boast. But before her hand was even halfway out, it was slapped away with a sharp, unforgiving motion. Her hand stung, but she didn't dare utter a single complaint. Oh dear, this couple, usually so kind and gentle, really are a force to be reckoned with when they lose their temper!

"Where is your prince?"

"I went out to look for you early this morning, but I didn't expect you to come back on your own. The prince was so worried about you." The woman with the double snow sword felt a warmth in her heart, but immediately she remembered that the prince was worried about someone other than her, and a chill ran down her spine.

Xiao Yezi was a martial artist, and he could clearly feel the air pressure of the cold air. Did I say something wrong? It doesn't seem so. Sigh, how could a little kid like him understand adult stuff? So he didn't dare to speak anymore and followed "Yan'er" around like a little puppy.

"Take me back to my room," Yan'er instructed. Little Ye Zi, hearing the princess tell him to lead the way, was overjoyed and quickly led Yan'er away.

As they walked toward her room, they completely forgot that the princess never needed anyone to lead the way.

The woman with the twin snow swords didn't dare come out of the room. Although she longed to enjoy some sweet time with Murong Junlan, this god-like man was not someone she could easily fool. However, on the day she climbed the tree, she seemed to have seen Yan'er angry, so she took the opportunity to stay in the room and prevent Murong Junlan from getting close.

Murong Junlan knew that he had neglected Yan'er that day, and it was only natural that she would get angry. He hadn't suspected anything even though she hadn't left the house for several days.

Lingyi and Young Master Bai recovered quickly from their injuries after consuming the snow lotus flower. With the old man using the secret recipe from Anqiao Temple, they were both nearly fully recovered. Hong Xiuying's management of Anqiao Temple was also back on track, and Murong Junlan planned to continue his search for the materials for Lingyi's Transformation Pill.

The day before their departure, "Yan'er" made a special request: she wanted to ride in a sedan chair by herself. Murong Junlan was speechless. He knew he was in the wrong this time, but "Yan'er's" temper was too much. She wasn't like this before. Had he spoiled her?

If you like riding in a sedan chair, then go ahead. He's riding a horse. His two Red Hare steeds have been sitting unused at Anqiao Temple for ages; they're practically moldy.

The next day, the group bid farewell to the abbot, the old man, and Hong Xiuying before descending the mountain. Upon reaching the foot of the mountain, the county magistrate came to see them off. He was extremely grateful to Prince Murong for helping him find such a wonderful daughter-in-law, suppressing the local tyrant abbot, and nurturing the younger generation at Anqiao Temple, thus promoting the Vajra Formation. The magistrate even offered Prince Murong his family heirloom, a jade inkstone. Why would Murong Junlan want his family heirloom? They had plenty of such treasures in Yan State; he never coveted such material possessions. After much back and forth, Murong Junlan finally accepted a handkerchief stamped with the magistrate's seal as a keepsake.

Leaving Anqiao Temple, the group followed the stream forward until they reached a place where the rapids opened up. Murong Junlan told Jiang He to stop and rest, while he went to the sedan chair to catch up with Yan'er. It had been many days since they last talked, and he missed her. So close yet so far, yet so close.

Jiang He and Luo Xie also wisely found their own tasks to do.

"My beloved concubine, I've missed you." Murong Junlan was indeed no expert at flirting, in fact, he was quite an amateur. These days, "Yan'er" had ignored him, and he seemed completely helpless.

"How about I accompany you on a horseback ride?" Murong Junlan couldn't think of a better way to pass the time. If he had known that women's tempers could last this long, he should have personally accompanied her up the tree to destroy the bird's nest. If he had destroyed the bird's nest back then, there wouldn't have been this subsequent avoidance.

"My beloved concubine, if you really want to raid bird nests, I will have Guard Jiang find one, and we can raid one together, how about that?"

"Or, you could go find a bird's nest, and I'll go and destroy it all by myself until you're satisfied?"

"You've been ignoring me, but I'm still thinking about you. How do you want me to apologize for you to forgive me?"

"How about I play a tune for you?"

……

No one had ever seen such patience from Prince Murong. He chattered on and on from noon until evening, always being extremely careful and speaking in a gentle voice. The people at the barbecue stall were practically getting tired of listening to him.

Finally, Prince Murong played his signature tune, "Remembering the Flute on the Phoenix Terrace," with deep emotion.

As the moon rose, its soft light softened everything beneath. The "Yan'er" hidden in the sedan chair could no longer contain herself. Finally, as the moon hung high above the willow branches, accompanied by the gentle strains of a flute, she stepped out of the sedan chair and into Prince Murong's arms…