After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

After a quick wash, Chen Futu went outside and saw Qingyi accompanying Li Xiuning for a walk in the garden. Xi Shi was holding Xue Tong's hand and following behind. Xue Tong's eyes were full of resentment because he couldn't beat Xi Shi, so he could only be led like that.

Upon seeing Chen Futu, Qingyi immediately gave Xishi a look, and the latter promptly led Li Xiuning elsewhere.

The woman in green came over and said, "Someone tried to spy on the palace last night, but I killed him."

"Good riddance! No matter what kind of Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to try and take advantage of me."

Chen Futu snorted, extremely displeased.

"That was a Grandmaster, probably sent by two Sages to spy on the palace. I threw my head into the Court of State Ceremonial, intending to take the opportunity to test those two Sages, but they denied it. Plus, your old flame was there, so I didn't do anything."

"Teacher, please don't speak so harshly. What do you mean by 'old flame'? Zhao Xier and I are very innocent."

"They've all managed to infiltrate the same camp amidst the chaos of battle; how naive! Leave today's defense to me. I'm about to test my Destruction Sword Technique. If a real fight breaks out, tell your three songstresses not to interfere. Watch your master."

Qingyi is a battle maniac and a ruthless butcher. During this time, with the armies at war, she hasn't had a chance to fight because of her agreement with the ancient palace. Now that the powerful figures from the Western Regions have come to her door, she'll have to have some fun.

The banquet will be held in the evening; it's still early.

Chen Futu spent half a day dealing with government affairs, and in the afternoon Diao Chan returned from the pleasure boat.

During this time, Hua Yu was busy finding a place for the painted boat to stay in the capital, and then there was the renovation and reconstruction of details. Diao Chan went to help, and rarely lived in the palace.

Having heard about what happened last night, her beautiful eyes flashed with murderous intent. "I've inquired, and those two saints come from a world further west. They seem to have some connection with the Black Desert."

"The Saintess of the Black Desert?"

Chen Futu possessed the Black Desert Token given to him by the Black Desert Saintess, but he didn't know what use it was besides allowing travel to the West.

Fortunately, the intruder was killed by Qingyi with a single sword last night, and his head was thrown into the courtyard. The people were unaware of this, so no trouble ensued.

In the afternoon, Chen Futu stayed in the workshop, continuing to research gunpowder with Huang Yueying, hoping to develop a more powerful cannon. Ake kept watch in the shadows. Yang Yuhuan knew that she would be safe with her there, so she took Diaochan out for a stroll.

The two of them were so beautiful that they caused quite a stir.

Many scholars followed them, reciting the poem "Qing Ping Diao".

"The clouds remind me of her clothes, the flowers of her face; the spring breeze caresses the balustrade, the dew is heavy; if not seen on the Jade Mountain, she will be met under the moon on the Jade Terrace."

"Wonderful, wonderful beyond words."

Those who merely admired the refined tastes were filled with adoration.

Diao Chan and Yang Yuhuan were exceptionally beautiful, unlike any ordinary woman. They inquired about them extensively, hoping to find an opportunity to win their favor, much like a swarm of flies buzzing around in confusion.

Yang Yuhuan said to Diaochan with a hint of resentment, "Sister, I really want to hit them."

"No, if you intervene, someone might die. Let's leave them be and head back later."

"I think this poem was written by Li Bai?"

"Yes."

"I heard that Li Bai served by the king's side for a period of time? When will he return?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Ask him why he wrote this poem to me? In the words of the king, bah, what a scoundrel."

puff!

Diao Chan was overjoyed. If Li Bai heard this, she wondered if he would be willing to let his "Green Lotus Sword Song" fall.

The streets were bustling with noise, and Chen Futu was unaware that his beloved concubine had been exposed to the public, attracting countless fanatical fans.

Fortunately, the city guards kept the bustling crowds at bay, so nothing went wrong.

Only then did the scholars realize that the king had two stunningly beautiful singing girls who were comparable to fairies in the mortal world. For a moment, everyone felt so envious that they almost wanted to swallow their own sourness.

Among the crowd, a handsome young man stared intently at Diao Chan and Yang Yuhuan, and asked the person next to him, "I want these two women."

"Young Master, that is the woman of the King of the Northern Frontier. Please don't act rashly."

Those around him were startled. Even if you are of noble status, this is someone else's territory. Aren't you afraid of being killed?

"They say even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake, but I, this powerful dragon, will definitely suppress Chen Futu."

"Young Master, the elders repeatedly warned you before you left that you must not cause any trouble."

"You lowly wretch, how dare you question this young master's words? Believe me or not, I'll sell you out!"

"The villain dare not."

"If you don't dare to make a move, we'll find a secluded place later and kidnap these two celestial beauties so that I, the young master, can have a taste of them."

"That's not fresh at all; even the King of the Northern Frontier has tasted it."

"If you can't speak properly, then shut up and get on with it!"

The young master glared at him, extremely displeased. The servants had no choice but to make preparations.

Diao Chan and Yang Yuhuan, protected by the city patrol army, exchanged a cold smile.

Yang Yuhuan said, "Sister, some blind fools have their eyes on us. They seem to be quite powerful."

"Don't cause His Majesty any trouble. We'll have the city guards escort us back to the palace."

"Sister, we finally get to go out and have some fun, how can we not do it?"

Yang Yuhuan was impulsive; the more you forbade her to do something, the more she would insist on doing it.

She pulled Diao Chan to a pleasure boat and headed towards the center of the lake, waiting for someone to kidnap her.

The mysterious young master chuckled as he looked at the pleasure boat from the shore, "A little vixen delivered right to my doorstep, I'll gladly accept her. Chen Futu, don't be offended."

The flower boat reached the center of the lake, and the people, unable to see the two beauties, gradually dispersed. After a while, another boat approached the flower boat.

Yang Yuhuan teased, "Sister, speak of the devil and he appears! Here he comes. Don't make a move later, let me play a game with him."

Diao Chan had a headache; this guy was too unruly, and only the King could tame him.

As they were talking, the boat arrived beside the flower boat, and a figure quietly jumped aboard. It was a gloomy-looking old man in black clothes, blind in one eye, and his aura was that of a Grandmaster at the peak.

Yang Yuhuan feigned surprise, letting out a cry as she hid behind Diaochan, "Sister, how did this person get up here? It's scary, sob sob—"

Diao Chan sized up the newcomer with displeasure. "Who are you? You've come uninvited. Don't you feel offended?"

The old man said, "My young master invites you. Please don't make me resort to violence, ladies."

"Young Master? What Young Master?" Diao Chan pretended to be confused even though she knew the truth.

"Western Regions, Brahma Tower."

"never heard of that."

"Women are just women, all talk and no action. The Brahma Tower is a force on par with the Black Desert. It is your honor that the young master has taken a liking to you. Come with me, or you will inevitably suffer some hardship."

The old man gestured for him to proceed.

Yang Yuhuan emerged from behind Diaochan, her eyes alluring, and said, "Inviting my sisters over like this is too rude. Why go if there's no benefit to it?"

"I'm afraid you won't have a choice but to go."

The old man didn't want to waste time, and his aura grew increasingly gloomy.

Yang Yuhuan pursed her lips, revealing her charming and alluring demeanor, and said with a smile, "I just had a sudden inspiration and came up with a song. Why don't I compose it first, and then accompany you there? How about that?"

Seeing that Yang Yuhuan was as beautiful as a fairy, the old man was tempted to listen to the Buddhist chants. He reluctantly said, "Let me let you compose a song before you leave. Please don't delay any longer."