He Lan Tianxia

"Your Highness." "Yan'er" called softly and rushed over.

As soon as the sedan curtain moved, Prince Murong's eyes lit up with joy. He was about to reach out to take it when, for some reason, he suddenly pulled his hand back. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it; he just felt that something was off.

Has he become distant with Yan'er these past few days? Perhaps? Looking at that delicate little face, it really is his beloved concubine. Why does something feel off? Didn't he really want to hug her? Why is he showing some resistance?

Murong Junlan stared intently at the small face he had dreamed of kissing, and a sense of unfamiliarity suddenly arose within him. He reached out to take it, but in the end, he instinctively avoided it.

"Ouch!" Yan'er's sweet voice rang out again, "Your Highness, I'm about to fall." Murong Junlan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He paused, looking at the body about to press against him. Hmm, now he remembered, his beloved concubine didn't seem to address him as "your humble servant."

Murong Junlan discreetly hid his hands behind his back, then took a long stride and headed towards Jiang Heluo Xie to find something to eat, ignoring even the loud cries of "Yan'er" chasing after him, "Your Highness, wait for me!"

Murong Junlan ate his roasted rabbit in silence. Everyone assumed the young couple was still arguing and planned to find excuses to leave. Murong Junlan pulled Jiang He aside and said, "Take care of the princess; I need to use the restroom."

"Going to the toilet?" Didn't the prince just come back from the toilet? Why is he going again? Is he having an upset stomach? But Jiang He didn't dare to speak, so he could only continue to accompany the princess to grill meat.

"Guard Jiang, where are we going next?"

"Looking for medicine." Jiang He swallowed a large piece of roasted rabbit meat, which smelled delicious.

"Where should we look?" the princess asked again.

"I don't know." Jiang He was puzzled by the question.

“How could I not know?” the princess persisted.

"..." Jiang He wondered why the princess was meddling in things today. She had never interfered in such matters before, but as her subordinate, it seemed impolite of him to ignore it. So he said humbly, "This is a matter for His Highness to consider. It is not convenient for me to inquire. If Your Highness wants to know, you can ask His Highness yourself."

"I want to ask Your Highness if you want to teach me? Get out of my way." The princess was getting impatient.

Why is the princess so short-tempered? Jiang He hasn't been scolded like this in a long time. He tried it before at the prince's residence, but even after leaving, the prince never dared to yell at him like that. It seems the princess is going to vent her pent-up anger on him?

Prince Murong went to the toilet for almost half an hour but did not return. After finishing her roast meat, the princess became increasingly restless. She started pacing back and forth, glancing in the direction Murong Junlan had gone from time to time, looking like she was about to lose her composure.

"I'll go find the Prince." Jiang He also became worried. He told Luo Xie and Manager Bai to wait here, and then went to find the Prince himself.

Suddenly, Jiang He shouted, "Something terrible has happened! The prince has disappeared!"

"Gone?" Everyone rushed over in a flash. The princess hesitated for a moment, then ran over as well. Then there was a cracking sound as the princess tripped over something, and Murong Junlan walked out from behind with an icy expression.

"Tell me, where is Yan'er?"

The woman with the double snow swords didn't expect to be exposed so quickly, so she shut her mouth and turned her head away.

"I don't want to know who you are. Just hand over my beloved concubine, and I'll spare your life." His Yan'er's life was more important, and he didn't want to waste any more words on this woman.

"Dead," the woman with the Twin Snow Swords said viciously. "Give up now."

Murong Junlan flicked his right hand, his thin sword sweeping across the woman wielding the Twin Snow Swords. The woman instinctively sprang to her feet, abandoning her demure demeanor, her eyes flashing with a vicious glint as she unleashed a deadly heart-stealing attack.

When love turns into hate, even a Buddha can become a demon in a single thought.

"Are you the woman with the Twin Snow Swords?" Murong Junlan asked with certainty.

The woman wielding the Twin Snow Swords didn't reply. Her entire body was instantly covered in frost, and she unleashed her three deadly Heart-Stealing moves. She was determined to kill Murong Junlan today. Since the Twin Snow Swords weren't in her possession, Murong Junlan easily dodged them. Several consecutive attacks felt like scratching an itch through a boot; the group of people were watching her make a fool of herself. The woman with the Twin Snow Swords grew increasingly bored, and she used her final move, Heart-Stealing, before fleeing in disarray.

"Hmph, looking for Yan'er? No way." She knew that Murong Junlan had deliberately let her go; the answer didn't need to be stated to either of them. In the darkness, she turned a corner, found a patch of thick grass, and lay down to sleep.

"Your Highness, what should we do?" Jiang He looked at the helpless Prince Murong, completely at a loss.

"We'll split into two groups. You go back to Anqiao Temple to search, and I'll go to the cliff cave."

It is said that the most dangerous place is the safest place. Undoubtedly, in the eyes of the Twin Snow Swordswoman, these two places are the most dangerous.

Without further ado, the two groups set off to search for the princess.

The woman with the double snow sword lay there for a while, and found it strange that no one came after her. Wasn't Murong Junlan going to capture her and torture her to force her to tell the truth? She tiptoed back to the spot where she had been, but apart from the burnt-out grill and the sedan chair, there wasn't a soul in sight. She suddenly felt a pang of sadness; she wasn't even worth being bait.

Sometimes being abandoned is a blow, a blow that is chillingly cold, more painful than being thrown into an ice cave.

The woman with the Twin Snow Swords decided not to sleep. She went to retrieve the Twin Snow Swords and then escape, after all, the white-haired woman was a terrifying presence.

Murong Junlan, who had been following the woman with the Twin Snow Swords, found nothing. The moment she took the swords, he really wanted to rush forward, knock her to the ground, and interrogate her. Now he regretted it a little. He should have sent Jiang He to follow this woman. He should have rushed to the cliff cave to see what was going on. If Yan'er wasn't in the cliff cave, where would he go to look for her? Thinking about this, Murong Junlan secretly broke out in a cold sweat.

Just now, thinking that the white-haired woman was highly skilled in martial arts, I was worried that if Jiang He went there, it would cause other troubles, so I had to deal with the white-haired woman myself.

Just as Murong Junlan was caught in a dilemma, Jiang He arrived. Having served Prince Murong Junlan for so long, Jiang He had guessed the prince's thoughts. Lingyi Cangying was unwell, so Jiang He instructed Luo Xie to take them back to Anqiao Temple to find someone, and that Cangying Feiying should relay any messages.

Upon seeing Jiang He arrive, Murong Junlan instructed Jiang He to follow the woman with the Twin Snow Swords, and then immediately flew to the cliff cave.

The cliffside cave was in complete disarray. Murong Junlan searched inside and outside the cave, but there was no trace of Yan'er. Had he guessed wrong? A sense of unease quickly spread through his body. Murong Junlan didn't believe it; he feared he had missed a place he shouldn't have missed. He even used the power to lift the restrictions, but to no avail.

As dawn broke, the azure sea lapped against the turtle-shell-covered ground and the scarred cliff walls... After hesitating for a while, Murong Junlan decided to go back to find Jiang He and the woman with the Twin Snow Swords.

After taking only a few steps, Murong Junlan accidentally tripped over the broken tortoise shells at the cave entrance and almost fell. Fortunately, he had a strong jumping ability and quickly braced himself up the moment he landed.

A glass lock? Amidst the shattered tortoise shell, the glass lock stood out brilliantly. Murong Junlan picked it up as if he were picking up a ray of sunshine, instantly dispelling the gloom in his heart. He hadn't guessed wrong; his Yan'er was indeed here.

Murong Junlan searched carefully several more times, making sure Yan'er was really not there before climbing the cliff. Murong Junlan guessed that the person who kidnapped Yan'er was most likely the white-haired woman. Didn't that terrifying white-haired woman disappear after eating that tortoise pearl? How could she have returned?

The white-haired woman and the woman with the Twin Snow Swords seemed to be on the same side, yet they weren't. Wasn't the woman with the Twin Snow Swords tied up with the white-haired woman that day? Oh well, whatever. Anyway, judging from what the woman with the Twin Snow Swords said, she must have tied up Yan'er. She tied up her Yan'er, then disguised herself as Yan'er and entered the Dark Woodcutter Temple, staying there for so long—what was she after? Wait a minute. The woman with the Twin Snow Swords had already had her Yan'er tied up by someone else when she arrived at the Dark Woodcutter Temple?

Murong Junlan couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead. Where had his Yan'er been these past few days? What a failure and shameful thing it had been as a husband. The embarrassing incident with the Black Tyrant was shameful, but this time it was utterly disgraceful—playing the flute to his enemy on that alluring moonlit night. The Prince Murong slapped his forehead; he had been a truly derelict husband…

Murong Junlan was like an ant on a hot pan, or a headless fly, anxiously pacing around in circles. A day passed, and there was still no news. Now she had even lost track of Jiang He; it seemed this woman with the Twin Snow Swords had underestimated her.