The whole family of villains listens to my heart, the Regent Prince treats me dearly.

"Where is this?" Jun Ce asked.

Zhai Rongyu turned to look at him, “A dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city.”

She took out a talisman, pinched it between two fingers, and was about to chant an incantation when a pair of large hands grasped hers.

The warm palm pressed against the cold skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Zhai Rongyu turned around abruptly and met Jun Ce's pleading eyes.

"Take me with you."

Don't go alone.

If the weapons were indeed hidden in this dilapidated temple, it would certainly be heavily guarded.

Although he believed in her abilities, he was still somewhat worried.

Zhai Rongyu paused, lowered her eyelashes, and awkwardly tried to pull her hand away. "You, you let go of me first."

Jun Ce then realized that he was still holding her tightly.

His calloused fingertips pinched her soft, smooth skin, sending a tingling sensation through their skin...

Jun Ce suddenly released his grip.

Both of them looked somewhat unnatural.

He coughed lightly and said, "I won't hold you back."

Zhai Rongyu lowered his head and thought for a moment, then put an invisibility talisman on himself and Jun Ce respectively.

Then he said softly, "Bend down."

Although Jun Ce couldn't see her, he bent down like a submissive dog and obediently brought his head closer.

As Zhai Rongyu looked at the handsome face that suddenly loomed larger in front of her, her face gradually flushed like the morning sun, but her eyes did not flinch.

She bit the tip of her index finger and smeared a drop of blood on his forehead.

His expression gradually became focused and serious.

"In the vast and mysterious darkness, I testify to my Daoist heart."

"answer."

A flash of golden light appeared, and the red dot between Jun Ce's eyebrows disappeared instantly. He suddenly felt a sense of clarity before his eyes.

Zhai Rongyu's face suddenly appeared before them.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were slightly parted, and her soft lips seemed to glisten with moisture, like a shy flower blooming in the morning dew.

His eyes sparkled with a delicate, lively light.

The two were so close that they could hear each other breathing.

Jun Ce was somewhat stunned, and couldn't help but speak:

"Rong'er, you are so beautiful."

The heat on my face suddenly spread to the back of my ears and neck.

Zhai Rongyu turned around and mumbled, "If we don't leave now, it will be too late."

A moment later, Fei Ying sensed something was wrong and pushed the door open to come in.

But they found the house empty.

Only a gentle breeze blew through the half-open window, making a faint sound.

……

In Xianning Palace.

Consort Shu was tending to her potted plants, while Qiu Jin and Chunlan stood to the side.

She asked calmly, "How is the matter concerning Marquis Wu'an progressing?"

Qiu Jin bowed and stepped forward: "Your Majesty, the weapons in the Imperial Guard camp have been moved to a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city."

"Since this matter is a pledge of loyalty from Marquis Wu'an to the Empress, he naturally dares not be negligent."

Consort Shu lowered her eyes, a cold smile playing on her lips. "He failed to help me bring down Grand Tutor Qi, but it's commendable that he came up with this idea."

"Very well, I'll give him another chance and see what he's capable of."

She turned to Qiu Jin and asked, "Where are the memorials?"

"How's the writing going?"

“It’s all ready,” Qiu Jin said.

“This servant has already had someone read it. The memorial is sharp and incisive, every sentence is piercing to the heart. General Zhai will certainly not escape responsibility this time.”

Consort Shu smiled sinisterly.

Those Zhai sisters actually dared to make fun of her and Qing'er.

Since they didn't know what was good for them, she decided to teach the Zhai family a lesson and let them know who really called the shots in this deep palace.

She cut a begonia from the flowerpot, placed the flower in her palm, and gently touched the petals with her hand, which was stained with bright red nail polish.

"This flower is very beautiful, but unfortunately it bloomed on the wrong branch."

Chunlan smiled and said, "No matter how beautiful the flower is, it's still up to Your Highness to pick it."

Consort Shu smiled slowly.

With a delicate hand, she cruelly crushed the petals between her fingertips.

……

Jun Ce put his arm around Zhai Rongyu's waist and flew down to the outside of the dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city.

He released his hand, and Zhai Rongyu immediately moved away.

Jun Ce smiled helplessly.

Zhai Rong and his companions went up to peek into the dilapidated temple and saw that the courtyard was full of refugees, some standing and some sitting, all with somewhat wary expressions.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed immediately.

[This Marquis of Wu'an is quite clever; he had his troops disguised as refugees to guard this place.]

[It can both conceal its purpose and protect the weapons.]

[They really have a knack for it.]

Jun Ce glanced at Zhai Rongyu with some appreciation, a gentle light flashing in his dark eyes.

Rong'er is right.

The group of "refugees" wore loose robes, which were old but not tattered, and their clothes were very clean, unlike ordinary refugees.

Moreover, their eyes were wary, and most of them hid their hands in their wide sleeves, presumably holding weapons.

These are not refugees; they are clearly a well-trained army.

The two exchanged a glance, held their breath, and walked into the courtyard.

The leaves rustle.

They walked carefully, lest they leave any footprints.

Suddenly, one of the "vagrants" with exceptional hearing jumped up and looked in their direction: "Who's there!"

Only the sound of the wind swirling through the fallen leaves answered him.

His companion tugged at his sleeve and frowned, saying, "Didn't you sleep well? Are you getting a little nervous?"

"Is there anyone else here?"

Seeing that there was no unusual movement, the "refugee" breathed a sigh of relief and sat down again.

Yes.

I haven't had a full night's sleep for several days in a row, and I've become a bit paranoid.

Seeing that he had relaxed his guard, Zhai Rongyu continued to walk into the dilapidated temple, but because she was too concerned about the sound of her footsteps, she almost bumped into a "vagrant".

Jun Ce, who was behind her, swiftly pulled her in front of him.

Her petite figure fell into his broad chest.

Like a butterfly fluttering towards the sea.

Zhai Rong leaned against him, the sound of his thunderous heartbeat filling her ears.

Boom, boom, boom.

The sounds entered her ears, stirring ripples in her heart.

Her fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes.

Jun Ce looked down at her, the faint fragrance of her hair lingering around his nose.

His hand was still tightly holding her wrist, half-encircling her in his arms, an extremely ambiguous posture.

With a slight tilt of the head, one can see her fair face and rosy lips.

A burning passion instantly surged in his eyes.

The "vagrants" brushed past them without noticing.

When the two came to their senses, Jun Ce met her clear, watery gaze and released his hand as if he had been burned.

……

They walked side by side into the dilapidated temple.

Zhai Rongyu glanced around indifferently. There were not as many people in the temple as in the courtyard. There were only two men, one tall and thin and the other short and fat, but both looked to be quite skilled.

The ground was covered with withered grass and ash.

In the center of the dilapidated temple stands a huge Buddha statue.

She tilted her head, an idea forming in her mind. Her eyes sparkled with a lively light, and she pulled Jun Ce away to a corner.

Jun Ce stared blankly at their tightly clasped hands.

He couldn't help but smile.

Zhai Rongyu stretched out his left hand and mischievously shook the Hunyuan Bell.

The two men immediately looked around alertly.

"Hey, did you hear that sound?"

"It sounds like... the sound of bells."

The dilapidated temple was deserted.

The two looked at each other, both feeling a little uneasy.

"You must have misheard...?"

A sudden gust of cold wind arose from nowhere, stirring up the incense ash on the ground.

The short, stout man swallowed hard, glancing around nervously. "This is kind of creepy..."

"What nonsense are you spouting in broad daylight!" the tall, thin man interrupted him.

The short, stout man's eyes darted around, then suddenly he saw the Buddha statue behind him and gasped in fright, "Look... look at that Buddha statue!"