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Someone in the crowd shouted. The entire square was in an uproar, as if a drop of water had fallen into a pot of oil. The most excited one was Mu Wanyue, who was standing on the stage. Ever since last night, she had been searching around the city for the Night King’s whereabouts. She had searched until this morning. A second ago, she was still wondering where the Night King was resting.

She raised her hand and stroked the hairpin on her head. That hairpin was given to her by her cousin in the capital. Her cousin was a beauty and had a very unique taste. She had also seen His Highness on the streets with her cousin three years ago. From then on, her life would be impacted by him forever.

She knew that many young men in Luobei City liked her useless sister, but she had never been jealous. Mu Qingling, that piece of trash, and Beiting Huang, another piece of trash, had been engaged since they were young. What was the use of liking these people who had no taste?

Moreover, she had a male idol in her heart, and that was Yan Ye, the third prince of the Raya Empire. Among all the princes, he was the only prince who had been conferred a town.

There was no other prince who was favored by the emperor and had the most strength to compete for the position of Crown Prince.

Even if she could not be his main consort and could only be his secondary consort, she was already satisfied.

“Your Highness!” Mu Wanyue flew off the stage like a butterfly and rushed towards His Highness’ carriage. “Your Highness, Your Highness, do you still remember me? I’m from the Nangong family…”

BOOM!

There was a flash of white light, and a huge force surged towards them like a tidal wave. Beiting Huang hurriedly took a step to the side. She saw Mu Wanyue’s body emerge from the white light and smashed into the ground.

“You are not allowed to come within three feet of His Highness!”

It was Qiong Qi. He had only waved his sleeve and sent Mu Wanyue flying. Mu Wanyue struggled to raise her head from the ground and stared at Qiong Qi with a vicious gaze. She gritted her teeth. One day, if she were to become His Highness the Night King’s woman, she would definitely make this person die a good death.

Qiong Qi did not care what Mu Wanyue was thinking. He smiled and looked at Beiting Huang. “Little brother, we meet again!”

Beiting Huang had received a bottle of high-quality pills from him, so she didn’t know when she would get the chance to thank him. She nodded at Qiong Qi and mouthed, “Thank you!” Then, she glanced at Beiting De and Beiting Han on the stage and prepared to leave.

“Stop, you piece of trash. You hurt my brother and you want to leave just like that?” Beiting Han raised his hand and prepared to summon his contracted beast.

“Who said the word ‘trash’ again? Pass down my order. If anyone dares to say this word again, I’ll cut off his tongue!” A faint voice came from the carriage. A slender hand slowly lifted the curtain, and a stunning face appeared in front of everyone.

In the blink of an eye, the Night King stood on the palanquin. He took a step forward and slowly landed on the ground. His long robe that trailed the ground and the spider lilies woven with golden threads seemed to come alive under the sunlight. They swayed and were abnormally cold.

His god-like face was filled with great dignity. He glanced at Beiting De and the others on the stage, and they fell to their knees in a panic. “Greetings, Your Highness!”

In the square, everyone knelt and kowtowed.

The only person standing there was one man!

Qiong Qi could not help but shake its head. He looked at Beiting Huang helplessly. This little guy always liked to challenge authority.

Beiting Huang still didn’t realize it and casually raised his hand to tug at the hem of his black robe.