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"So soon? Brother-in-law, won\'t you stay with Yutong a bit longer~" Qing Yutong pouted.

Ye Hua pinched Qing Yutong\'s cheek, "I\'ll come back to accompany you in the afternoon."

"Mhm, mhm, okay. Yutong will wait for you."

"Be a good girl, Yutong."

"Hehe, of course, I will. So, brother-in-law, you have to treat Yutong well~"

"Mhm." Ye Hua nodded. The message was delivered, and Qing Yutong happily hugged the blanket, rolling on the bed. It was truly comfortable being with her sister\'s husband.

Ye Hua now wanted to find Kai Yun and get some information.

"Your Honor, subordinate greets you!" Kai Yun was currently the "Inspector" of the Voidless Empire, responsible for the department known as Sovereign Banner, overseeing various matters within the city. [Sovereign can also be Supreme Overlord]

Ye Hua waved his hand and asked, "Where is Cang Konghong?"

"Your Honor, he\'s on duty outside." Kai Yun poured a cup of hot tea for Ye Hua, who took a sip.

"Kai Yun, how has Cang Konghong been behaving lately?"

"Behaving? Quite normal, he likes to wear a mask now."

Ye Hua questioned, "Wearing a mask? What do you mean by \'quite normal\'?"

"Uh... it\'s an old habit; he wears a mask to avoid scaring others."

As expected, he was still displeased with any woman. This kind of revengeful mentality was a psychological disorder that needed treatment; if left unattended, it would lead to problems in the long run.

"Kai Yun, do you think Cang Konghong can accept a new love?"

Kai Yun pondered for a while before respectfully saying, "Your Majesty, I\'m afraid it\'s very unlikely."

As expected, Kai Yun\'s thoughts were just like his own. A man wounded by love like Cang Konghong would be difficult to heal.

"Let\'s just let things flow naturally." Ye Hua said calmly.

Kai Yun nodded. At present, Cang Konghong no longer trusted women, and the shadows were cast deeply.

"In a while, I will have Cang Konghong assist Wei Chang\'s team. Prepare him for that," Ye Hua ordered.

"Yes, Your Honor!"

Ye Hua didn\'t hold much hope; he would see how fate played out. If there were results, that would be good. If not, he would let things be. As for the girl named Mu Ran, whether she could be of use to him depended on her fortune.

As night fell over the Divine Steppes, a grand celebration was taking place in the palace to congratulate Mu Ran on becoming a Heavenly Dao Warrior.

In a way, it could also be considered a blind date, allowing the Fourth Prince, Feng Yun, to interact with Mu Ran.

The celebration was lively, and Mu Ran, as the Saintess, sat on the lower right side of Emperor Feng Yong Chang. It was a seat of great power, but Mu Ran seemed unbothered, as everything she did was for the people.

Feng Yun sat beside Mu Ran, occasionally taking sips of wine, while stealing glances at her.

He didn\'t expect her to change so much in three years, shedding her youthful appearance and becoming a woman. Such looks were worthy of someone like him, a transmigrator. However, to become his first lady, he needed to see her capabilities. Could she capture his interest?

Mu Ran paid no attention to Feng Yun beside her. She disliked such arranged marriages, so there was no way she would initiate any conversation.

Everyone knew the purpose of this banquet, and Feng Yong Chang couldn\'t help but feel uncomfortable about how Mu Ran treated him.

It was like raising a child who suddenly achieved something and no longer paid attention to you.

Mu Ran\'s performance as the Saintess was flawless, and Feng Yong Chang didn\'t want her to overshadow him.

Ding Wenbo saw this scene and felt pleased. The more Mu Ran disregarded the emperor, the angrier he would get, making it more likely for someone to assassinate her. It would be a natural course of action.

"Saintess, does this dish not suit your taste?" Feng Yong Chang asked, trying to start a conversation.

She hadn\'t taken a single bite since sitting down; it was clear she was showing him her displeasure.

Mu Ran smiled, "Your Majesty, I have been fasting recently, so I cannot enjoy the delicacies you bestow upon me."

Everyone sighed upon hearing her words; such a talented and intelligent woman was rare. With just one sentence, she defused the emperor\'s anger.

Beside her, Feng Yun also admired her; she truly was a genius, quick-witted and sharp.

"Oh, I see. This emperor didn\'t consider it thoroughly," Feng Yong Chang chuckled.

"Your Majesty is busy handling national affairs, and it\'s for the benefit of the people," Mu Ran continued, her words impeccable. If Mu Ran were merely an ordinary warrior, Feng Yong Chang might have been even happier, but it was her Heavenly Dao Warrior status that stood out!

Feng Yong Chang burst into laughter and said, "Yun\'er, take the Saintess for a walk."

"Yes!" Feng Yun stood up and respectfully complied.

Mu Ran also stood up, gracefully following behind Feng Yun as they left.

Watching them depart, Feng Yong Chang seemed deep in thought.

As Feng Yun walked ahead, Mu Ran followed slowly behind, maintaining a distance of one zhang. [3.333 metres]

The nights in Northern Chill were generally cold, with a significant temperature difference between day and night. However, Mu Ran was dressed in a white dress, making her appear delicate.

Of course, Feng Yun noticed this and thought to himself, \'This Mu Ran can\'t be so foolish to dress like this. She must be giving me an opportunity.\'

Sure enough, she\'s a cunning woman. Is she so eager to climb into my bed?

Well, let\'s see what she does. She will probably refuse, trying to arouse my curiosity. It\'s like those scenes from romance novels.

Feng Yun stopped and took off the fur shawl from his shoulders, saying softly, "Mu Ran, it\'s chilly at night."

Mu Ran respectfully replied, "Fourth Prince, there\'s no need. Please take care of yourself and serve His Majesty in the future."

\'I knew you would refuse and try to pique my curiosity. It\'s like those domineering CEOs I\'ve seen in stories.\'

\'Since she doesn\'t want it, I\'ll just put it on myself.\'

Mu Ran said nothing and continued following Feng Yun from behind, maintaining silence.

"Feng Yun, how do you feel about this marriage proposal?" Feng Yun couldn\'t help but ask. He found himself losing patience when compared to this woman.

Mu Ran softly replied, "It\'s up to me to decide."

Feng Yun sneered inwardly. In the future, he was destined to become the emperor, sweeping across Northern Chill and even beyond, including the Supreme Spirit Sect.

\'And this little girl dares to play me for a fool?\'

"Would you accept it if my father wanted to marry you off to a beggar on the street?"

"If it\'s necessary," Mu Ran said softly, her expression unchanged.

\'This woman is a manipulative schemer!\'

\'If she knew my secret, she would surely shamelessly blackmail me. Thankfully, I\'m clever.\'

"I\'ll walk you back."

"No need to trouble yourself, Your Highness. I can go back on my own."

"Ha, alright then. Take care on the way."

As Mu Ran watched Feng Yun leave, his final words seemed to carry a different meaning. Was he trying to threaten her?

Or was he trying to convey something else? Was it about the emperor?

Mu Ran took a deep breath, feeling suffocated in this place.

"Miss," Tang Wei waited outside the palace. When she saw Mu Ran come out, she offered her a fur shawl.

Looking at Tang Wei, Mu Ran\'s mood improved slightly. "Thank you, Tang Wei."

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