Volume 3: Prosperous World Smoke and Flowers, Flowing Years of Tenderness 055 Gathered in One Hall

  The night is as beautiful as jade, with a soft and gentle glow.

  The orange palace lanterns in the ink-colored building reflected the high stacks of official documents. Yun Qianye's handsome and cool face, under the cover of the lamp fire, looked even colder. A head of black hair like ebony wood slowly fell down. The gemstone armguard on his arm flickered uncertainly, revealing an extraordinary feeling.

  "Your Highness, last time's matter, I didn't find any clues, but the maid who sent the princess to Tinglan Garden mentioned that they met Miss Feng on the way. So I specifically investigated Miss Feng, this is the intelligence gathered by Dark Shadow."

  Mo Jian handed a piece of intelligence to Yun Qianye, his face still wearing the usual expression, without a hint of fluctuation. Holding Long Yin sword, he stood aside.

  Yun Qianye opened the intelligence of the dark shadow, quickly obtaining the information above. The sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes under them were fixed on the intelligence in his hand, with a hint of cold gloom flashing by.

  "Reporting to Your Highness, a maid from Mengdie Shuige has come to inform that Miss Yao Huan is missing!"

  The guard stood outside the study and said respectfully.

  "Hmm! I understand now! You may withdraw!"

  Yun Qianye replied coldly, his handsome face unchanged. His fingers grasped the vermilion brush, slowly reviewing the military documents.

  Mo Jian's eyebrows slightly raised, apparently feeling somewhat surprised at his calmness. Isn't the king fond of Miss Feng? How can he be so calm upon hearing the news of her disappearance? However, with the tense war situation on the front lines, the king will lead the troops to battle in five days' time. Given the king's nature of prioritizing the greater good, it is reasonable for him to handle national affairs first.

  "Squeak—squeak—"

  A small, silver-white figure suddenly flew over the desk at a speed that was almost against the laws of nature. No one had time to react before the silver figure vanished into thin air. Mo Jian even wondered if he was seeing things?

  However, it turned out that what he saw was true, and the three military commander seals that were originally on the desk had flown away.

  "Chase"

  Yun Qianye's face turned black, his blue veins bulging, and a sharp killing aura flashed. His elegant purple robe fluttered as he chased after the silver figure, merging into the night and shooting towards the imperial palace.

  The lotus demon flapped its wings, holding the commander's seal that could command three armies in its arms, and rushed towards the Dragon Temple. Its light and agile body disappeared instantly like a flash of lightning. If it weren't for Yun Qianye's incredible strength, he might not have been able to keep up with its pace. Of course, another reason was that it intentionally let him discover its tracks; otherwise, perhaps no one in this world could have caught up with it.

  Yun Qianye's agile figure, fluttering and flying up, with a faint blue airflow surging outside his body. The Yun clan is one of the six ancient clans, naturally possessing extraordinary spiritual power. Yun Qianye is the most powerful direct bloodline in this generation of the Yun family, naturally possessing extraordinary abilities, but what kind of power does he possess?

  "Hmm..."

  A gust of wind blew by, and the lotus root fell into the Dragon Temple. Then, with great agility, it threw the three army commander's seal under the constantly shaking dragon bed, flapped its wings and flew towards another direction through the wide open window.

  Lying leisurely on the rooftop, Ruan Qincheng saw Lian Hua return, and a faint smile flashed in her beautiful eyes.

  "Xiao Lianrong Bao, how's everything going?"

  "Rustle rustle rustle——"

  Lotus swung her chubby paws and patted her chest, expressing herself very confidently: Do I need to say more about getting things done?

  Ruan Qinchendimly glanced at the figure that was gradually enlarging from afar, and gave a thumbs up to Lian Hua.

  "Good boy! Tonight I'll reward you with a basket of desserts as a midnight snack!"

  "Squeak!"

  Lotus's round and shiny eyes lit up in an instant. Her two paws, like three paws, quickly climbed into Ruan Qincheng's arms, staring at her excitedly. Wooo! Good person!

  “……。”

  Lan Mingxuan looked at the small, drooling thing and pinched it out of Ruan Qincheng's arms with one hand. He casually tossed it aside, making it do a parabolic motion in mid-air. Was that classy? He absolutely refused to admit that this little thing was something he had given away! How humiliating!

  "Oh no, you scoundrel! How could you be so heartless? The bun is so adorable, how can you bear to ruin it with your spicy hands?"

  Ruan Qincheng's hand, holding a crystal silk handkerchief, swept it out and wrapped the lotus root into her arms. Her slender jade fingers stroked the soft down of the lotus root as she looked at Lan Mingxuan with a pained expression.

  "Wooo——"

  The lotus flower is pitifully gazing at the dust on the zither, as if there were mist rising from its large eyes. Please, mistress, it's your turn to subdue the beast now, okay? My perfect hairstyle, waaah! It's been ruined, not even a shred remains!

  "Your Majesty, the Emperor has already retired for the night, no one is allowed to disturb him!"

  The Night Hawk stood in front of the Dragon Throne Hall, and no one could see his expression under the eagle feather mask.

  "Get out!"

  Yun Qianye's hands surged with immense power, like a tornado, and struck the tightly closed gates of Longque Hall with a loud crash.

  Rumble...

  The gate of Longque Hall shook and finally couldn't withstand Yun Qianye's violence, directly crashing down.

  "Good boy, this kick is beautiful!"

  Ruan Qincheng smiled and puckered up, all the more anticipating what would happen after Yun Qiye entered the Longque Hall. As soon as she thought of this, she hurriedly stretched out her beautiful neck, her arm jumping over Lán Míng Xuān's body to prop up the eaves, looking down below, completely unaware of how ambiguous their posture was.

  Her rosy lips were like cherry blossoms on a spring day, blooming radiantly. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her snowy neck and slid across his cheek.

  Lan Mingxuan suddenly felt a shock in his heart, like the deep pupils of the sea, staring at the absolutely beautiful red lips that were close at hand. His throat tightened, feeling a dry mouth and tongue, with an urge to taste those provocative red lips.

  Her sleeves were full of the faintly alluring scent of lotus, the fragrance wafting over to envelop him, making it feel as if she had stretched out her jade-like hand to encircle his waist, twining around his body like a vine, and along with that, wrapping his heart up in its grasp.

  Lan Mingxuan's cheeks were burning, the temperature gradually rising. His breathing was also slightly urgent, his nose filled with a clear fragrance and the scent of a woman's body. A strong arm gently wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.

  Ruan Qincheng felt a sudden tightness in her waist, a wave of dizziness, and she fell straight onto Lan Mingxuan's chest. A pleasant fragrance wafted up, intoxicating her senses.