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The resounding bugle call heralded the start of the second round.

Although all three groups had a considerable number of participants, very few actually competed in all three matches.

Today's archery competition consisted of only one round, requiring only one representative from each of the three teams.

The competition was held at the shooting range closest to the main camp. Colorful hunting flags fluttered in the wind. The weather was uncooperative; the sky was overcast early in the morning, and the wind was particularly strong. Such weather was undoubtedly the most dangerous condition for archery. If the force was insufficient, the arrow could easily be deflected by the wind, especially in a contest between experts, where no mistake could be tolerated!

On the main platform, Xuan Yuanlie and the two empress dowagers were already seated, with the families of the ministers on either side.

Three targets stood to the right of the platform, and the three contestants were on the left, about half a mile apart. All three were ready; without a doubt, they were Prince Qi, Yelü Lingrong, and Xuan Yuanli!

Yesterday's match is still being discussed, and today, with Prince Qi and his principal wife competing against each other, everyone is watching with bated breath.

Murong Wei and Chen Zui stood to the side, their eyes glued to Xuan Yuanche's hand. There had been no news of what happened last night, leaving only one possibility: Prince Qi had concealed it.

Why would he conceal it? Why would he participate today? These were questions she couldn't fathom. A growing suspicion arose in her heart; last night's assassination attempt had been too easy, as if the person in the tent wasn't Prince Qi at all.

Could it be that he had guessed?

Murong Wei's mind raced, and she shook her head. Chen Zui looked at her suspiciously and whispered, "Where did you go last night? We looked for you for ages."

"I went to practice my sword," Murong Wei replied casually.

"Don't worry, Yelü Lingrong won't win again," Chen Zui said with a smile.

"What do you mean?" Murong Wei frowned.

"The people above are actually here to watch the show, not to hunt. If she wins again, wouldn't the final round be unnecessary?" Chen Zui said with a smile, pretending to fan herself with a folding fan despite the strong wind.

"You seem to know quite a bit about this dog emperor," Murong Wei sneered.

"Fair-weather friend, hehe. If Weiwei wants to lose, of course I'll find out everything I can. What else does Weiwei want to know? I'll risk my life to find out for you," Chen Zui began again with sweet talk.

Murong Wei got goosebumps, crossed her arms, and retreated behind Ren Fan.

Just then, the old eunuch finished announcing the competition rules and respectfully handed a bright yellow hunting flag to Xuan Yuanlie.

The competition began in silence!

There were no rematches; it was a single-elimination round. Each person had twenty arrows, and the one who hit the bullseye the most times won. The closer the arrow was to the bullseye, the more books it would receive!

Xuanyuan Lie personally carried the bright yellow hunting flag to the far left of the platform. Below him, from left to right, were Xuanyuan Che, Yelü Lingrong, and Xuanyuan Li, all with their bows drawn, ready to fire. The one with the same score would win, so speed was also crucial!

"Che, do you remember when you were ten years old, your father had you stand in this position holding the flag, and I was standing right where you are now?" Xuanyuan Lie said calmly.

"I remember," Xuanyuan Che replied, his eyes fixed on the bullseye, undisturbed.

"More than ten years have passed. Which match did you win at thirteen?" Xuanyuan Lie asked with a smile.

"Yes," Xuanyuan Che replied.

"You won against your own woman yesterday, do you intend to win again today?" Xuanyuan Lie spoke casually, but this did not lessen the tense atmosphere; instead, it made everyone even more nervous, because everyone knew when he would suddenly lower the hunting flag!

Yelü Lingrong, standing nearby, naturally heard these words as well. Lacking the composure of Xuan Yuanche, she couldn't help but turn to look at him. In that instant, she saw Xuan Yuanlie's mocking smile, and at the same time, she saw the bright yellow hunting flag in his hand suddenly rise and fall!

"Begin!" Xuan Yuanlie shouted sharply, taking three steps back.

"Whoosh..." The first arrow was from Xuan Yuanche! Without hesitation! Straight to the bullseye!

Immediately, another arrow pierced the third target, also hitting the bullseye—this time from Xuan Yuanli!

Murong Wei clasped her hands together, resting them on her chin, not looking at anyone, her gaze shifting back and forth between the bullseyes of Xuan Yuanli and Xuan Yuanche, silently counting in her mind. That damned

Xuan Yuanlie! Such a thrilling competition, and it started so suddenly, catching everyone off guard.

Xuan Yuanche never stopped shooting. The whistling sounds were continuous, and every arrow hit the bullseye. Some arrows went in on the bullseye, some were knocked down and then hit the bullseye again, some went straight through the bullseye and landed on the ground behind, and some bounced back after hitting the bullseye.

The speed was so fast that the eunuchs beside him could hardly count them.

Xuan Yuanli's speed was equally fast. He drew his bow to its fullest extent and drew it to its fullest extent again!

The eunuchs beside him began to shout out the battle situation, "Prince Qi only has five arrows left!"

"Consort Rong has ten left!"

"Thirteenth Prince has seven left!"

"Prince Qi has hit the bullseye with all of them!" "

Thirteenth Prince too!"

"Consort Rong has hit them all!"

...

Amidst these tense shouts, several more arrows flew out.

"They are indeed masters!" Chen Zui exclaimed in admiration.

"Thirteenth Prince's archery skills are actually a notch above Prince Qi's, but his strength is not as good as Prince Qi's, so his arrows can't keep up with the speed!" Ren Fan immediately saw the difference.

"Hehe, Prince Qi is a man of habit. Converting qi into power is a piece of cake for him. What's so interesting about this match? Prince Qi will definitely win!" Chen Zui said with a laugh. However, as soon as he finished speaking, his laughter stopped abruptly. Murong Wei, who had retreated, stomped on his foot hard. He opened his mouth wide in pain, but he couldn't make a sound!

"Idiot, there's no rule that you have to shoot arrows one by one! You're so stupid!" Murong Wei stomped her foot again, feeling extremely anxious for Xuan Yuanli.

"Prince Qi has only three arrows left! He's almost finished!"

"Consort Rong, you must speed things up! There are only five arrows left!"

"Thirteenth Prince, look! Thirteenth Prince only has four left! He's about to shoot his fourth arrow! Prince Qi is still retrieving arrows, and Thirteenth Prince is about to catch up!"

"Idiot, idiot, idiot!" Murong Wei stomped her feet anxiously, completely oblivious to Shen Zui's increasingly grim expression behind her. Today, it seemed Ren Fan was right: Xuan Yuanli's archery skills were superior, but his strength was inferior to Xuan Yuanche's, which was why his arrows hit the target slower, causing the gap to widen!

If all the arrows were fired simultaneously, he would definitely win!

"Idiot!" she yelled, about to stomp down again, when Shen Zui, unable to bear it any longer, shoved her!

Murong Wei was caught off guard, letting out a scream as she lost her balance and fell face-first to the ground!

Xuan Yuanli and Xuan Yuanche looked over almost simultaneously. However, Xuan Yuanche only momentarily lost focus before quickly regaining his composure, while Xuan Yuanli roared like an enraged lion, "Chen Zui, you dare push her! I'll never forgive you!"

With that, he pulled out the remaining three arrows, drew the bowstring taut, and with a "whoosh," fired them all, each piercing the bullseye.

The entire arena fell silent in astonishment.

Under everyone's gaze, Xuan Yuanli threw down his bow and strode towards Murong Wei. Only then did Xuan Yuanche finish his last arrow.

Yelü Lingrong still had two arrows left.

Chen Zui's push had been forceful; Murong Wei remained lying on the ground, unable to lift her head.

"Someone! Summon the imperial physician! Quickly!" Xuan Yuanli roared, startling the eunuchs on both sides who hurriedly retreated.

The anger was so intense that even Chen Zui panicked a little. He moved behind Ren Fan. He really didn't mean it, but no one had ever dared to step on him like that before. He couldn't stand it, and he acted instinctively.

"Weiwei, are you alright? Are you still awake?" Xuan Yuanli carefully helped her up with trembling hands. Xuan Yuan Qixi also rushed over. When she saw Murong Wei's face, she couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Hahaha, pig head!"

Her veil had already fallen off, and half of her face was disfigured and ugly. A large area from the bridge of her nose to the tip was swollen and red. Her otherwise intact cheek had some scratches. She looked like a ghost!

"Qixi! Don't laugh!" Xuan Yuanli said coldly, and hurriedly tore off a large strip of cloth from the corner of his robe to cover Murong Wei's face.

Everyone gathered around to watch. Murong Wei, still in a daze, glanced at Xuan Yuanli, then at Yelü Lingrong and Xuan Yuanche, who were putting away their bows. Her eyes were brimming with tears. She didn't seem to care about Qi Xi's unintentional joke. She habitually fastened her veil and, without needing Xuan Yuanli's help, suddenly stood up and excitedly hugged him. "Thirteenth Prince, you won! Thirteenth Prince! Did you see that? You won!"

"Won?" Xuan Yuanli was stunned.

Murong Wei was so happy she almost jumped for joy. Pointing to the third target, which had already been marked with a bright yellow flag, she exclaimed excitedly, "Thirteenth Prince, look! The sign of the victor! You won!"

"I won! Hahaha, I won!" Xuan Yuanli finally realized this and laughed along with Murong Wei. The two hugged each other, jumping and leaping as if they had won the lottery!

Ren Fan and Shen Zui, who had made a mistake, both smiled as well.

However, this joy was quickly extinguished by a single sentence from the Empress Dowager. She walked over, glanced at Murong Wei, and sneered, "What a pig's head! Ugly is ugly, and you can't hide it anywhere!"

Murong Wei's smile froze on her lips, and Xuan Yuanli fell silent as well.

"At least it's covered up. Thirteenth Brother is getting more and more considerate of others' feelings," Xuan Yuanlie said with a smile, seemingly trying to smooth things over, but the sarcasm was more pronounced.

Several noble ladies followed.

"I wondered what had happened to the Thirteenth Prince. It's all because of a woman like this. How disappointing!"

"Oh dear, is this really Doctor Murong?"

"No way! I heard she was a beauty who rarely showed herself!"

"I heard that too. I think it came from the Qi Prince's mansion. I believed it. I didn't expect it. Such a fiery red riding outfit. It should be worn by someone like Consort Rong or Princess Qixi, a dragon among women. It's such a waste to wear it on someone like her!"

"Heh, she calls herself a beauty. Any maid I randomly pick is better than her. Ugly as ever. It can't be hidden. I wouldn't have come. How dare she participate!"

...

The discussions were all heard by the silent Murong Wei. She pulled the increasingly angry Xuan Yuanli along, lowered her head, and didn't say a word.

Prince Qi and Yelü Lingrong approached slowly. Prince Qi, as always, remained aloof and showed little reaction. Yelü Lingrong, however, kindly came over and offered a red silk handkerchief, smiling as

she said, "Doctor Murong Wei, please use this handkerchief to cover yourself; it will cover you more thoroughly." Murong Wei didn't take it, her clear eyes fixed on Yelü Lingrong with a stubbornness that spoke volumes.

The scene seemed to reach a stalemate, even drawing the attention of the usually aloof Prince Qi.

Yelü Lingrong offered a silk handkerchief, her hand hovering in mid-air, but Murong Wei hesitated to take it, showing no appreciation.

"Doctor Murong, perhaps I should cover your face for you?" Yelü Lingrong offered herself a way out.

"No need. The Empress Dowager is right, the ugliness can't be hidden." Murong Wei said, slowly pulling down the veil that Xuan Yuanli had placed on her face, even gathering all her long hair behind her back, completely revealing her face.

Everyone gasped, then fell silent. What was this woman planning to do?

She pulled Yelü Lingrong's frozen hand down, placed the veil in her hand, patted it gently, and said, "Consort Rong, don't hide your ugliness, only your shame needs to be covered. Out of three teams, you're the only one who hasn't won. You need to work harder!"

She smiled, straightened her back, and strode towards the noble ladies blocking her way. She didn't try to hide anything, showed no inferiority, and walked confidently with her head held high, forcing the flamboyant, heavily made-up women to silently make way for her.

So what if she was ugly? At least she wasn't ashamed of her ugliness. Hadn't she been working hard to find medicine for herself?

Xuan Yuanli took a while to recover, then hurriedly followed, in high spirits, a smile playing on his lips as he secretly gloated.

"Weiwei, well done!" he whispered, sitting down next to Murong Wei.

"You too, you won!" Murong Wei gave a thumbs-up, her joy undiminished.

Looking at her face, Xuan Yuanli's heartache was written all over his face. He said, "Weiwei, you're so much stronger than me."

Murong Wei didn't quite understand what he meant, but she chuckled and said, "Tomorrow I'll put on the ice-blue riding gear that Lao Bai gave me, and let them say whatever they want!" "

Really?" Xuan Yuanli was overjoyed.

Murong Wei nodded with a smile.

"Weiwei, you look best in ice-blue. I'll have someone make you clothes later, all made of ice-blue fabric!" Xuan Yuanli laughed. He had never been so close to anyone before, nor had he ever been so enthusiastic towards anyone. In fact, he didn't know why he felt this way. He

only knew that when he first saw this woman, she was actually taking off his clothes, her face serious, without any dirty expression. Hidden behind her mask were a pair of clear and focused eyes.

Perhaps, it was in that instant, in that gaze, that he broke down the defenses in his heart.

"Hehe, I'll put it on the tab then." Murong Wei was happy, her mood unaffected by the earlier humiliation. Xuan Yuanli's joy at winning was immense. She tilted her head and whispered, "Thirteenth Prince, you truly defeated your Seventh Brother! I never expected your archery skills to be so good!"

"I didn't expect it either! I didn't know you could fire multiple arrows in succession! I always thought Seventh Brother's archery was the best because Father Emperor favored him the most!" Xuan Yuanli said.

"His strength lies in his power, which gives him a speed advantage, but with his archery, if he fires multiple arrows in succession, he might not hit the target every time!" Murong Wei analyzed.

At this moment, everyone returned to their seats, and the scene temporarily returned to calm. Many people still kept staring at Murong Wei's face.

"Hehe, today's match was much more exciting than the one I had with Thirteenth Brother ten years ago! Thirteenth Brother, your archery skills have improved a lot!" Xuan Yuanli was overjoyed and raised his cup to invite her to drink!

"Hehe, the Thirteenth Prince has returned from his trip to Liusha Kingdom, and his horsemanship and archery skills have greatly improved. Consort Rong, I heard that your mother bestowed a hunting ground upon the Thirteenth Prince, is that true?" The Empress Dowager Dong asked with a smile.

"The Thirteenth Prince is a guest in Liusha and doesn't reside in the palace often. In all these years, I haven't seen him there!" Yelü Lingrong replied truthfully. Xuan Yuanli was a hostage at the time, so seeing him wasn't easy.

"Hehe, Thirteenth Prince, I toast you! Well done today!" The Empress Dowager Dong was overjoyed

and raised her cup high. Xuan Yuanli's previously excited mood suddenly plummeted .

He raised his cup and drank it all in one gulp, saying nothing. No one noticed the sorrow in his eyes, except for Murong Wei, who saw everything. That vague unease that had appeared many times before surged into her heart once again. What secrets did this seemingly simple and impulsive man hide in his heart?

Compared to Qi Wang's previous victory, everyone seemed even happier this time with the Thirteenth Prince's win. Xuan Yuanlie and the Empress Dowager lingered, everyone raising their glasses in celebration, creating a lively atmosphere.

After several rounds of drinks, the silent Qi Wang suddenly stood up, instantly silencing the commotion.

He calmly looked at Xuan Yuanlie and said lightly, "May I ask, Your Majesty, when were the rules for archery changed?"

These words silenced everyone further, as they all understood the meaning behind Qi Wang's statement.

Shooting multiple arrows in succession was unprecedented; this was the Thirteenth Prince's first time.

"Nothing has changed. Does Qi Wang have any objections?" Xuan Yuanlie asked.

"Shooting multiple arrows in succession seems to be against the rules," Qi Wang said.

Murong Wei and Xuan Yuanli exchanged worried glances.

"How is it against the rules?" the Empress Dowager asked coldly. Although she didn't particularly like the Thirteenth Prince protecting Murong Wei, he was still her son, and his victory over Qi Wang was a source of pride for her!

"Never. Although there's no explicit rule, it's an unwritten rule. Thirteenth Prince's victory with multiple arrows is dishonorable," Prince Qi said calmly.

"If you're so capable, try shooting multiple arrows in succession yourself!" Murong Wei couldn't help but roll her eyes and mutter.

Without saying a word, Xuan Yuanli immediately grabbed his bow and was about to get up, but Ren Fan pressed him down. "Thirteenth Prince, there's no need. There are too many uncertain factors on the field. Although Prince Qi's archery skills are excellent, once he increases his strength, it will definitely affect the direction of the arrow. He is indeed not as good as you. However, there is still tomorrow's competition. We don't need to waste our energy!"

Xuan Yuanli looked at him suspiciously, then at Murong Wei, waiting for her to speak.

Murong Wei's gaze fell on Ren Fan's hand on her shoulder, and her heart skipped a beat!

Unconsciously, he had become less resistant to people getting close more than once, and seemed to blend into the crowd more easily than before. This was a good start!

She smiled, pointed to the people in the main seat, and whispered, "Give the two above a chance to do some good deeds."

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, the Empress Dowager slammed her hand on the table and stood up angrily, "Prince Qi, explain yourself! How is Thirteen's victory unfair? All the rules of the hunting grounds are clearly written down. If they're not written down, they're not rules. Thirteen is clever and knows how to shoot multiple arrows in succession; that's his skill. You stick to the old rules and insist on shooting each arrow one by one, risking your life; that's your diligence. I've participated in more autumn hunts than you've eaten meals, and there has never been a rule about shooting multiple arrows in succession! Unwritten rules are not rules!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the public opinion immediately sided with Xuan Yuanli. Murong Wei couldn't help but want to applaud the Empress Dowager; for the first time, she found the old empress dowager's scolding so pleasant.

Xuanyuan Che seemed about to speak again, but the Empress Dowager Xi stood up to stop him, saying calmly, "Che'er, I'm tired. Help me back to rest. Isn't there a competition tomorrow? We've only won one game; don't be as smug as some people are."

"Yes," Xuanyuan Che actually replied calmly. As he turned around, he glanced at Murong Wei and Xuanyuan Li, a complex emotion hidden in his eyes, but ultimately didn't look back.

The Empress Dowager Xi had already uttered the word "smug," and the Empress Dowager Dong's old face remained calm. There was no need to continue celebrating. She lazily gestured for the Emperor to dismiss everyone. Her excitement always came from defeating the Empress Dowager Xi, not from her son's victory.

Everyone left, but Xuanyuan Li remained standing there, looking around with a furrowed brow.

"Aren't you leaving?" Murong Wei urged.

"Chen Zui! I haven't settled accounts with him yet!" Xuanyuan Li said fiercely, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Bang..."

Xuan Yuanli kicked off the thick curtain of the Chenzui camp, causing the entire tent to tremble!

However, the tent was empty.

"Where is Chenzui?" Xuan Yuanli demanded sharply.

The eunuchs who had been hiding far away in fear dared not utter a sound.

"Where is he?" Xuan Yuanli roared. Murong Wei, standing to the side, felt both helpless and amused. With a white bandage on her nose, she was an injured man, feeling like a bullied child being brought to the camp by his parents to demand an explanation. But the one roaring was the child!

"Young Master Chen... Young Master Chen said he's waiting for you at the training ground in the back mountain, saying he'll go and reserve a spot first," an old eunuch said timidly.

"The training ground in the back mountain?" Xuan Yuanli asked suspiciously.

"That's right. Young Master Chen didn't even go into the tent; he went straight there. He said he must reserve a training spot for Lord Murong," the old eunuch said.

"Let's go!" Without a word, Xuan Yuanli pulled Murong Wei onto his horse and headed towards the back mountain.

Soon, they saw a group of people locked in a stalemate outside the training ground, neither side willing to give way.

Xuan Yuanqixi rushed over for the first time, shouting, "Thirteenth, they're all bullying me!"

"You can be bullied too?" Xuan Yuanli rolled his eyes at her, and he and Murong Wei dismounted.

Yelü Lingrong arrived with a group of people, Chen Zui arrived first with Ren Fan and another group, and Gu Xizhi also arrived with a group. The three groups were locked in a stalemate in front of the fence, with Chen Zui and Ren Fan standing on Yelü Lingrong's side.

"What's going on?" Xuan Yuanli asked coldly, with Murong Wei following behind him, remaining silent and discreet.

"Thirteenth Master, I'm here for training on the orders of Prince Qi, but Young Master Chen from the back is trying to take my spot," Gu Xizhi quickly said.

"Training, and there's a distinction between first come, first served?" Xuan Yuanli retorted.

“This… Your Highness, this training ground is very similar to tomorrow’s arena, but unfortunately, it’s so small. Prince Qi said that it’s first come, first served!” Gu Xizhi replied.

“Is that so? Did Prince Qi tell you that you have to hold onto the space I want?” Xuan Yuanli asked.

“This… I wouldn’t dare, but Prince Qi said he’ll be here soon, so we have to save him some space.” Gu Xizhi added.

“Then let’s practice first, and he can have it when he comes, okay?” Xuan Yuanli asked politely.

“Thirteenth Prince, I dare not disobey Prince Qi’s orders.” Gu Xizhi still refused to give in.

“Besides this, has Prince Qi told you anything else?” Xuan Yuanli’s voice turned cold.

“No… no… Thirteenth Prince, Prince Qi will be here soon!” Gu Xizhi hurriedly reminded him, afraid that if the prince threw a punch, he wouldn’t even be able to retaliate!

"Then let me tell you, I'm here now!" Xuan Yuanli roared, suddenly throwing a punch at Gu Xi's chin, knocking him to the ground!

He took out a handkerchief, wiping his hands as he stepped over the fence and walked inside. Xuan Yuanqi Xi followed him in, quite miraculously. Ren Fan and Chen Zui, and Murong Wei followed in quick succession. Only Yelü Lingrong looked at Gu Xi, still shaken, and dared not make a move.

"Consort Rong, aren't you coming in?" Xuan Yuanli asked.

"Thank you, Thirteenth Prince." Yelü Lingrong said suspiciously, hurrying after him.

"You should thank Murong Wei. If it weren't for her being here, I wouldn't have let you in!" Xuan Yuanli said.

Yelü Lingrong looked at Murong Wei, only nodding, unable to utter the word "thank you.

" "That's right, Consort Rong, you've never won a match, it's shameful enough. If you don't win tomorrow, you might as well wear a mask and never show your face in public!" Xuan Yuanqi Xi seized the opportunity to humiliate him.

Murong Wei was too lazy to waste words. She disliked being bitten and then retaliating in a lowly way. Restoring her appearance through disguise was the most important thing.

Provoking Yelü Lingrong too much, letting her know that tomorrow's battle was inevitable, wouldn't benefit the overall situation.

Tomorrow's competition was a combined horsemanship and archery event, covering three miles. Each mile had three targets, and each team of three had to run independently for one mile, hitting all three bullseyes. The first team to hit all the bullseyes and reach the finish line would win.

The same horse would be used, but riders had to be changed midway. In a contest between experts, the speed of rider changes was crucial to the outcome! The training needed to improve the speed of rider changes and build teamwork.

Yelü Lingrong gritted her teeth, remaining silent, seething with resentment. To be a nation renowned for horsemanship and archery, yet having no advantage in this competition, was an absolute humiliation!

Shen Zui approached Murong Wei from behind and whispered, "Weiwei, are you alright? Just now... my foot really..."

Before he could finish explaining, Xuan Yuanli immediately noticed him, pulled Murong Wei aside, and said calmly, "Weiwei, go train with Consort Rong first, I'll come find you later." "

Thirteenth Prince, I'm in their group too." Shen Zui smiled and immediately stood behind Consort Rong.

"If you're a man, step forward!" Xuan Yuanli roared.

"Weiwei, I really didn't mean to, or I'll kneel down and kowtow to apologize! It really hurt so much when you stepped on me!" Shen Zui quickly explained, hiding behind Murong Wei and refusing to come out.

"Come out!" Xuan Yuanli was so angry he was about to grab him.

Whether to remain intoxicated or hide, she tugged at Murong Wei's clothes and hurriedly said, "Thirteenth Prince, if I hadn't pushed Weiwei, you wouldn't have been able to shoot so many arrows in succession, and you wouldn't be the one who won now. At least I did a good deed, so please don't pursue the matter!"

"Are you coming out or not?" Xuan Yuanli said angrily.

"Thirteenth Prince! Weiwei didn't mind, why are you?" Chen Zui said loudly, pulling Murong Wei towards a small tent before she could speak.

Xuan Yuanli and Xuan Yuanqixi followed, and Ren Fan followed with a smile, leaving Yelü Lingrong standing alone, dumbfounded.

Chen Zui casually lifted the curtain, opened his folding umbrella with one hand, and fanned himself leisurely, gesturing for her to enter with his other hand.

Murong Wei stood at the door, frowning as she looked at the contents inside, suspicious.

"Weiwei, to express my apology, I have specially prepared a tent full of gifts for you. Please accept them!" Chen Zui said, stylishly closing his fan, bowing, and saying very seriously, "Weiwei, I promise you, next time, even if you hit me or scold me, I will absolutely not retaliate!"

Xuan Yuanqixi watched from afar, motionless. This usually lively and active person rarely watched someone so quietly from a distance, and rarely felt such envy.

Xuan Yuanli reacted completely differently. He glanced at the various masks in the tent and coldly said, "Chen Zui, what do you mean? Are you cursing Weiwei's face to never heal?"

"No, no, no! I care about Weiwei too much, that's why... how should I put it! Weiwei, you understand me, all my sincerity is here!" Chen Zui said excitedly.

Murong Wei looked for a long time, seemingly searching for something, but in the end, she remained expressionless and slowly turned to leave.

"Weiwei!" Chen Zui hurriedly grabbed her hand.

Xuan Yuanli slapped it away, coldly saying, "If you touch me again, I won't be polite!"

"Weiwei, I know you don't believe me, but there's always someone you'll believe in. Weiwei, I will do my best in tomorrow's competition!" Chen Zui said urgently.

Murong Wei had already walked a long way. For some reason, at this moment, she especially missed someone—the guy she had trampled on so many times before, the guy who had given her a set of ice-blue riding clothes and thoughtfully attached an ice-blue silk mask.

Had he left, or was he still hiding somewhere in the hunting grounds, watching her from afar?

She slowly walked towards Yelü Lingrong. She should practice first; she'd finally made it this far, and only the final battle remained tomorrow!

"Weiwei, don't go! Take me with you to training!" Chen Zui called out.

"Thirteenth Brother, let him train first. We can talk about other things later," Xuan Yuan Qixi advised, unable to resist looking at the beautiful expanse of the tents. She wanted one too!

"Go and drive Gu Xizhi away! Go!" Xuan Yuan Li said.

"Thirteenth Brother!" Xuan Yuan Qixi pleaded.

However, Xuan Yuan Li never bought into that. "Go quickly, or I won't take you out again!"

Xuan Yuan Qixi gave Chen Zui a pained look and left helplessly.

"Thirteenth Master, actually… really… it's nothing serious," Chen Zui smiled. Of course, she could beat Xuan Yuan Li in a fight, but this was the royal hunting grounds, and he was a guest invited by the emperor. Injuring Prince Li here would be unacceptable. "

Let's go, a one-on-one duel later!" Xuan Yuan Li said, raising an eyebrow.

“Thirteenth Prince, there’s really no need. Didn’t I already apologize to Weiwei?” Shen Zui still smiled apologetically.

“Are you coming or not?” Xuan Yuanli was stubborn.

“Thirteenth Prince…you…you wouldn’t…have you also fallen for Murong Wei?” Shen Zui looked surprised.

“I’ve liked her for a long time!” Xuan Yuanli said coldly, drawing his long sword!

Just then, Xuan Yuan Qixi returned excitedly, “Thirteenth Brother, Seventh Brother is here, come quickly!”

“He’s coming too?” Xuan Yuanli frowned.

“Thirteenth Prince, you’re the most important person here, you’re the only one who can hold them off, hurry up and go!” Shen Zui couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Without saying a word, Xuan Yuanli hurriedly went towards the railing.

“Young Master Shen, it’s alright, Thirteenth Brother’s memory isn’t very good, he’ll forget in a moment.” Xuan Yuan Qixi said with a smile.

“Thank you, Princess.” Shen Zui said lightly, holding a folding fan, his hands clasped in a gesture of respect, elegant and handsome.

Xuan Yuan Qixi’s face flushed red, before she could even speak, Shen Zui had already gone towards Murong Wei and the others.

They were the ones who truly needed training; Xuan Yuanli and Ren Fan were merely there for the fun of it.

Yelü Lingrong had already made her decision: Weiwei would run first, Chenzui second, and she herself would bring up the rear.

Murong Wei had no objections; her mind was entirely on the Prince Qi, who was speaking with Xuan Yuanli ahead. His hand was clearly injured; how could he have shot such an accurate arrow today?

"Weiwei, let me see, are you really alright? What did the imperial physician say?" Chenzui asked with concern as soon as she arrived.

"I'm fine," Murong Wei replied.

"Really? Let me see; I really won't be able to sleep tonight if I don't." Chenzui said earnestly.

"I'm fine," Murong Wei replied, her brows furrowed, still looking ahead.

"Weiwei, tell me, how can you forgive me? I'll do anything you want!" Chenzui continued her self-righteous and gentle persuasion.

Yelü Lingrong felt a chill run down her spine and coldly said, "I have other matters to attend to later. Let's begin!"

With that, she walked to the back of the line. Only then did Murong Wei look at Chenzui, forcing a harmless smile.

Chen Zui smiled faintly, "Weiwei, if time could turn back, I definitely wouldn't..."

"Young Master Chen, can you do me a favor?" Murong Wei interrupted.

"Sure!" Chen Zui was very generous.

"I want to see Prince Qi's right arm," Murong Wei said softly.

Bai Wushang's Anger

and Intoxication: Such shameless people are best used, and Murong Wei felt no remorse whatsoever.

It's unclear how Xuan Yuanli reached an agreement with Prince Qi, but Prince Qi approached with Minister Xiao of the Ministry of Personnel and Gu Xizhi, whose face was contorted in pain. Xuan Yuanli walked ahead with a somber expression.

In truth, compared to the Emperor, his fear of this seventh brother was more of awe, and he almost never raised his voice at him.

Yelü Lingrong immediately came forward, bowing respectfully: "Your Highness."

Prince Qi nodded, said nothing, and then mounted his horse.

"Prince Qi and the others will practice for half an hour first, the rest of the time is ours!" Xuan Yuanli said calmly.

"Yes." Everyone responded in unison, stepping aside.

"I wanted to see their strength too," Murong Wei whispered, pulling Xuan Yuanli to sit beside her.

Just as Shen Zui was about to approach, Xuan Yuan Qi Xi took a seat first and handed him a cup of tea. "Young Master Shen, the weather here is dry, please drink more water."

"Thank you, Princess." Shen Zui accepted the tea and could only sit beside her.

Ren Fan Jing was resting with his eyes closed at the very edge, leaving Yelü Ling Rong alone again.

According to the arrangement of Prince Qi and his group, Minister Xiao of the Ministry of Personnel was at the front, Gu Xi Zhi in the middle, and Prince Qi was still at the back. With this arrangement, Minister Xiao of the Ministry of Rites, under the watchful eyes of everyone, naturally couldn't make any small moves or lose face . Gu Xi Zhi was the best candidate to hold him back.

At this moment, Minister Xiao was dismounting and handing the bow to Gu Xi Zhi, a fairly swift action.

Murong Wei frowned as she looked at him, her mind already scheming.

"Hehe, brother, do you know?" Xuan Yuan Qi Xi suddenly whispered.

"What?" Xuan Yuan Li asked.

"I just heard from Gu Xi Zhi's people in the Empress Dowager's camp that Gu Xi Zhi is secretly looking for women!" Xuan Yuan Qi Xi said.

"A woman?" Murong Wei turned around and asked hurriedly, while Shen Zui also came closer.

"He spread the word about himself and all the maids in the surrounding tents, which angered the head of the camp, Granny Xu, and she came to complain!" Xuan Yuan Qi Xi whispered.

She knew everything about the gossip circulating in the hunting grounds.

"What did the Empress Dowager do?" Murong Wei asked.

"Prime Minister Gu gave a lot of good things, so it's been settled for now," Xuan Yuan Qi Xi said.

Murong Wei couldn't help but smile with delight, glancing meaningfully at Shen Zui before turning back.

"There's another target later, I'll go practice first!" Shen Zui got up, picked up his bow, and went off.

"Me too!" Xuan Yuan Qi Xi

immediately followed. Murong Wei frowned and whispered, "Qi Xi... why are you so close to that guy?"

"It seems he's taken a liking to him," Xuan Yuan Li said, his attention focused on Prince Qi and the others.

"Shen Zui is no good," Murong Wei said worriedly.

"Don't worry, that girl's fickle, she won't take it seriously," Xuan Yuanli said.

Murong Wei looked over and saw Qi Xi laughing and joking with Chen Zui all the way, and became even more worried. A real playboy like

Chen Zui must be just like that. Chen Zui's target was facing the exact opposite direction to Qi Wang's training. She wondered how that guy managed to let her see Qi Wang's right arm!

"Why are you looking at them? Look at Qi Wang! We can learn their method of switching targets!" Xuan Yuanli said.

"Exactly! No need to land, one leaps up, and the other flies right up, saving a lot of time!" Yelü Lingrong, who was alone, also came over.

However, Murong Wei and Xuan Yuanli, whether intentionally or unintentionally, ignored her.

"It's a good method, let's try it later," Murong Wei said, still not turning around.

"What's so interesting about them! Chen Zui is just a smooth talker, all sweet words. Weiwei, you don't actually believe him, do you?" Xuan Yuanli asked.

"I have to keep an eye on Qi Xi, lest she fall for it! This guy is a fake immortal! All show and no substance." Murong Wei said seriously, her heart clenching. She saw Chen Zui shoot an arrow with a vengeance, the fletching pointing forward!

He thought… he thought…

The fletching struck the target, but didn't pierce it. Instead, it bounced back, whistling past Chen Zui's ear and heading straight for Prince Qi!

"Seventh Brother, be careful!" Xuan Yuan Qi Xi cried out in surprise.

Everyone present stopped what they were doing and looked over. The arrow, swift as the wind, was barely visible, instantly piercing Prince Qi's right arm with incredible precision!

Murong Wei was dumbfounded. She never expected such a method, nor did she expect Chen Zui's archery skills to be so extraordinary. Was this the transformation of qi into power, and power into sword qi, that Lao Bai had told her about?

"Your Highness!" Yelü Lingrong's face paled, and she rushed over immediately. Winning was one thing, but her husband's injury was another!

Murong Wei glanced at Chen Zui, her brows furrowed, and also hurried over. Chen Zui wanted her to treat Prince Qi, so that she could definitely see his right arm!

Xuan Yuanli looked at Chen Zui in disbelief, extremely surprised by his archery skills and strength. Even more unbelievable was that he actually dared to injure Prince Qi. He muttered to himself, "Too accurate. I was going to let you off the hook!" With

Prince Qi injured, Murong Wei's chances of winning were undoubtedly much higher. Even if Chen Zui was punished and replaced, her chances of winning were still extremely high!

Xuan Yuanli excitedly gathered up a large mother and son from a distance and then ran towards Prince Qi.

However, he quickly noticed the complex look in Murong Wei's eyes and stopped in his tracks. His gaze followed her as it slowly moved to the sleeve of Prince Qi's robe. Leaving aside the bloodstains, he couldn't even see the shadow of the arrow that had just pierced through the robe. Even more strangely, his sleeve was completely intact, embroidered with white brocade and gold -threaded dragon trim—a subtle display of nobility, a silent luxury, just like his character and every move he made. Xuan Yuanli was stunned.

His seventh brother's martial arts were good, but he had never known the extent of his mastery.

"The arrow of intoxication?" Xuan Yuanche asked calmly, looking at Murong Wei as if questioning her.

"It's a misunderstanding," Xuan Yuanli blurted out

. "The target is there, the arrowhead came towards me. Is it a misunderstanding?" Xuan Yuanche asked.

"Your Highness, please let me examine the wound first, lest it become infected," Murong Wei said hurriedly, about to step forward, when Xuan Yuanche raised his clenched hand and slowly loosened his fingers.

A handful of powder slowly flowed from his hand; the sharp arrow had actually... had actually turned into powder! How could this be!

Everyone was astonished, including Shen Zui, who had come from afar. He could tell at a glance that Xuan Yuanche was definitely a master of technique; such speed and power meant his level was far above his own!

"He's not injured, just shocked," Xuan Yuanche said.

Murong Wei remained silent, increasingly suspicious of how easily she had carried out the assassination last night. Had this guy used a double?

Shen Zui approached with a fawning smile, "Prince Qi, I'm truly sorry. I intended to practice my reflexes, but I veered off course and disturbed Your Highness's training! I apologize to Your Highness!" "

Whether it's a misunderstanding or an intentional assassination, it's not up to you to decide. Guards, take him away and have Da Shi postpone his trial!" Xuan Yuanche said coldly.

"Your Highness, it must be a misunderstanding. If Shen Zui had intended to assassinate, he wouldn't have waited until now," Yelü Lingrong pleaded, a rare occurrence. Without Shen Zui, their chances of winning tomorrow's competition would be even lower!

Xuan Yuanche completely ignored Yelü Lingrong, turned around and mounted his horse with his hands behind his back. All the guards beside him surged towards Chen Zui.

Chen Zui struggled, his voice low and menacing, "Prince Qi, I am a guest invited by the Emperor. Shouldn't you consult the Emperor before taking me down?"

"Attempting to assassinate me? I have the right to execute you on the spot. I'll give you two choices: first, die here; second, go to prison." Xuan Yuanche's tone was icy.

"You!" Chen Zui was furious, but dared not retaliate. This was the royal hunting ground, royal territory.

Xuan Yuanche continued training with Gu Xizhi and Minister Xiao of the Ministry of Personnel. Everyone watched as Chen Zui was taken away, no one daring to say anything more.

Murong Wei, without noticing, couldn't find Xuan Yuan Qi Xi.

"He must have gone to see the Emperor. This matter could be big or small, depending entirely on Prince Qi's mood. Even the Emperor might not be able to decide," Xuan Yuan Li whispered.

"Does he have so many privileges?" Murong Wei frowned.

"The late emperor gave the throne to Xuanyuan Lie, but left him and the Empress Dowager with many privileges. It's a sign of his distrust," Xuanyuan Li said calmly.

"So, we can't count on Chen Zui," Murong Wei said. Xuanyuan Che could have killed Chen Zui in public, but he didn't. This only means he didn't intend to provoke conflict between the court and the martial arts world; he just wanted to keep Chen Zui trapped so he couldn't participate tomorrow.

His ultimate goal was still to win!

There were more ways to test his right arm than this; why did Chen Zui choose such a risky method?

"Your group's Prime Minister Gu is absolutely unusable. Find a replacement quickly," Xuanyuan Li said.

"Does Consort Rong have any good candidates?" Murong Wei asked proactively.

"I'll go check the list," Yelü Lingrong said helplessly, abandoning training, and turned to leave.

Murong Wei and Xuanyuan Li sat side by side, both resting their chins on their hands, watching with worry as Prince Qi and his group changed players at an increasingly rapid pace.

"Weiwei, tomorrow is very dangerous," Xuanyuan Li said weakly.

“Yes,” Murong Wei said calmly.

“Weiwei, if we don’t win tomorrow, none of us will be able to participate in the deer hunt,” Xuan Yuanli reminded her.

“We must leave it to fate, but we must do our best first. I won’t feel at ease until the very end,” Murong Wei looked back at him, her face resolute. Xuan Yuanli

suddenly jumped up, startled, and said, “I’ll go beg my mother to punish Gu Xizhi for harassing women and corrupting the atmosphere of the hunting grounds. If he’s imprisoned for even a day, Prince Qi and the others will lose a great general!”

“Don’t beg her!” Murong Wei also stood up, very seriously.

“I’ll beg her. As long as I beg, she will definitely agree! I guarantee Gu Xizhi won’t appear at the hunting grounds tomorrow!” Xuan Yuanli said earnestly.

“Thirty, we won’t beg. We don’t beg people easily, whether it’s a man or a woman. Don’t worry, I’ll find a way!” Murong Wei said seriously.

Back then, Thirteen had also begged Prince Qi for her. Such a proud child, how could she bear to make him lower himself to beg someone he hated?

I won't ask for it, never!

Bai Wushang's Anger...

In the dead of night, Murong Wei waited for a long time until Xuan Yuanli fell asleep before daring to sneak out of the tent.

Whether Xuan Yuanqixi went to clarify or Yelü Lingrong secretly pleaded, Xuan Yuanlie didn't interfere.

Smart people could see that if Xuan Yuanlie interfered, it would anger Prince Qi, who would then seize the opportunity to stir up conflict between the court and the martial arts world. Xuan Yuanlie would be the one to suffer. Prince Qi's method was clearly intended to trap Chen Zui.

In the end, Yelü Lingrong had to choose a nobleman from the list to replace Chen Zui.

Murong Wei headed straight for Gu Xizhi's tent. She knew tonight would be a difficult one; since Gu Xizhi had searched the area, he must be on guard every night.

But she had to go!

Given the disparity in strength, this was her last resort.

She retraced her steps and arrived at the largest window behind Gu Xizhi's tent. The smooth journey ahead made her uneasy; this was unusual. Even the guards on night watch at the front of the camp seemed to have vanished.

Normally, she would have retreated, but tonight, her last chance, she had no intention of backing down. Carefully, she lifted the curtain. Using the faint light of her flashlight, she saw that only Gu Xizhi was still fast asleep in the dimly lit room.

After confirming there were no signs of an ambush, she immediately slipped through the window, silently landing in the shadows beneath it like a cat.

She lifted the curtain, using the moonlight to guide her, walking in the shadows, constantly spraying her perfume into the air, heading towards Gu Xizhi.

The timing was perfect. When she arrived at the warm couch, the aphrodisiac in the room was already at its strongest. This was the third time she had used it, and she had long since regained her tolerance to the aphrodisiac. She leaned close to Gu Xizhi, who was fast asleep with his head tilted back, her breath warm on his face and in his ear, and whispered ambiguously, "Young Master Gu... Young Master Gu... Wake up, I'm here."

Gu Xizhi was completely in a half-awake state. The aphrodisiac had only just taken effect, making him dizzy and unable to control himself, but it had not yet aroused his desire.

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he couldn't fully open them, but his arms rushed out to embrace Murong Wei. He suddenly rolled over, "Little thing... I missed you so much!"

As he spoke, he reached out to pull off Murong Wei's veil, but Murong Wei was much stronger than him at this moment. She easily pushed his hand away without leaving a trace. Her small hand gently stroked his cheek, caressing his face downwards, her fingertips tracing his neck, and inch by inch exploring his chest. "Young Master Gu... didn't you say last time that you wanted to know who I am, and that you wanted to make Prince Qi lose the competition?"

"Alright! This young master promises you... let this young master see what you look like first." Gu Xizhi's eyes grew darker and darker, and he became clumsy. Murong Wei only tried to block him, but his hand slid down automatically, and his weight gradually increased on her. His lips, however, were not at all soothing, but pressed against her neck and slowly moved down.

Murong Wei's clear, cold eyes gradually turned icy. She grabbed his head, about to force him to look directly into her eyes, when she looked up and immediately met a pair of eyes filled with extreme anger from the roof beam! It was him!

Her hands instinctively loosened, and Gu Xizhi's head buried heavily in her chest, his lips already close to the softness before her!

The room was filled with an intense, seductive fragrance. Gu Xizhi lay limply on Murong Wei on the bed, his consciousness fading over time.

Murong Wei stared in horror at the man on the roof, utterly terrified by his eyes blazing with fury.

Her intuition told her that the man on the roof wanted to kill her!

She had never been so afraid in her life, too terrified to move, watching helplessly as he suddenly landed beside the bed, abruptly lifting his robes and kicking Gu Xizhi off her with a powerful kick. He then grabbed her arm and pulled her up.

She practically fell off the bed, and before she could even regain her footing, he dragged her away… and he kicked open the thick curtains and led her out the door!

She dared not utter a sound, and only after regaining her composure could she barely keep up with him. The surroundings were empty; there were no guards in sight. She finally understood why this time had gone so smoothly. But how did he know she was here? Could it be that he'd been following her all along?

She followed him to the right, her arm aching terribly from his grip. He seemed like a completely different person, nothing like the ever-smiling Lord Wushang. Now he was a devil with a twisted head and tail, ready to turn around and devour her at any moment!

He seemed very familiar with the place, leading her to a hot spring pool. Suddenly, she stumbled and nearly bumped into him. Before she could even regain her balance, she screamed, "Ah..."

In her scream, she was pushed into the hot spring pool with a "thump."

She coughed repeatedly, choking on the water, and surfaced to wipe the water from her face. "What do you want?" she

snapped angrily. He sat on a rock on the bank, his tall frame leaning forward, arms propped on his legs, fingers interlocked and pressed to his lips. His handsome oval face was cold and aloof, his narrow eyes fixed on her, silent. The beauty mark a centimeter below his right eye, which usually held a melancholic air, now possessed a chilling aura that kept people at a distance.

Seeing his silence, she frowned and swam to the shore, intending to go ashore. But as soon as her hands touched the ground, a golden butterfly dart shot out from nowhere, forcing her to dodge.

She was furious. She tried to get ashore in another spot, but his butterfly dart continued to follow with a few whooshes.

"Bai Wushang, what are you doing!" she yelled angrily, ignoring the danger and determined to reach the shore.

"Whoosh..."

"Ah..."

A dart pierced the back of her hand, causing her to scream in pain. She glared at him fiercely and continued to climb ashore

. "Whoosh..." Another dart landed accurately on the back of her other hand, the pain so intense she could barely hold onto the shore.

"Too much!" she said coldly, enduring the pain in both hands, forcing herself to push herself out of the water and stepping over the edge.

"Whoosh..."

Several darts flew in quick succession!

She was startled and instinctively leaned back, falling into the water.

He remained expressionless, watching her without moving.

"What do you mean?" she asked coldly, floating in the middle of the water, confronting him. He

remained silent, but his hands, clasped together, slowly clenched into fists, veins bulging on the back of his hands and arms, revealing the weight of his suppressed anger!

He didn't speak, nor did he let her ashore; only a stalemate remained. Her brows furrowed, and she slowly calmed herself, not understanding why she had been so terrified, not understanding what he was angry about.

What she had done wasn't her responsibility to him, was it?

"Bai Wushang, have you had enough? I'm going back." She said calmly, slowly swimming towards the shore again. Many parts of her body were covered in a protective film, making the water incredibly uncomfortable.

"My lord, I'm really angry." He finally spoke, his cold tone reminding her of Prince Qi, equally icy.

He then stood up and slowly walked towards her.

She felt a sudden, inexplicable fear, instinctively backing away, then boldly shouting, "I didn't do anything to you!"

He squatted down on the shore, beckoning her to come over.

She instinctively shook her head, "I'm going back!"

"Murong Wei! Do you know what you were doing just now?" he suddenly demanded angrily.

"How did you know I was with Gu Xizhi? Were you following me?" she asked coldly.

"Answer my question!" he said, his eyes darkening.

"I know! This has nothing to do with you!" Murong Wei said.

"You're selling your body again! Murong Wei, for a 'disguise,' for a face, you're selling your body!" Veins bulged on Bai Wushang's forehead, his anger barely contained. He abruptly stood up, causing a jet of water to surge from the pool.

"No!" Murong Wei immediately retorted, "I didn't sell my body! I wanted a disguise, not just for a face!"

"Then what was it for? What you just did, if not selling your body, Murong Wei? I originally thought you were the same! But! What's the difference between you and those women in the palace who sacrifice their looks and souls for fame, fortune, favor, and status?" Bai Wushang coldly questioned.

"I!" Murong Wei was speechless with anger, staring coldly at him, deciding to remain silent. After all these years, if she really cared so much about her face, why had she waited until now?

"Speak!" Bai Wushang said coldly.

"Yes, I am the kind of woman you described, so what? What kind of person I am is none of your business. Who are you to me? Do I need your permission to do what I do? Do I need you to question me? Do I need you to judge me? You have no right to do so!" Murong Wei said coldly.

"You!" This time, Bai Wushang was speechless with anger, pointing at her, unable to utter a word.

"So what? You and I are just business partners. Anything I do that has nothing to do with the Xuanyuan Military Manual is none of your business," Murong Wei said coldly, then turned to head towards the other side.

"Stop right there!" Bai Wushang shouted sharply, flicking his sleeve and creating a wall of water in the pool, blocking Murong Wei's path.

"What else do you want?" Murong Wei turned around and asked coldly, no longer afraid of him.

"Nothing," Bai Wushang sneered, raising an eyebrow at her, and continued, "I'm telling you now, from this moment on, every move you make, every word you say, every part of you belongs to me!"

Murong Wei was taken aback, then sneered, "Bai Wushang, you're ridiculous! What do you mean? Do you think I'm something you can buy or own at will?"

"That's not what I meant," Bai Wushang said coldly.

"What does that mean? I belong to myself, and I won't sell myself no matter how much gold you offer!" Murong Wei said coldly, her anger rising, assuming Bai Wushang was about to throw gold at her again.

"It means that you can laugh off what happened tonight, sir, and pretend nothing happened. You can barely accept me, and you can barely acknowledge that I'm pure and innocent!" Bai Wushang explained.

"Pah! Bai Wushang, do you really think I'm selling my body? Let me tell you, I'm not that despicable!" Murong Wei said coldly, tearing off the thin membranes from her lips, face, and neck to show Bai Wushang, her voice sharp, "Open your dog eyes and see clearly! I'm not someone who lets just anyone touch me!"

Bai Wushang was startled, suspiciously looking her up and down.

Murong Wei stared at her intently, then threw the membranes at him, huffing and puffing without saying a word!

Bai Wushang looked at her, the anger in his eyes gradually turning into amusement. He slowly squatted down, beckoned, and said, "Come here." "

I've explained everything that needed explaining, what else do you want?" she asked, forgetting that there was actually no need to explain.

"Come here," he said patiently, his tone calm.

"What?" she asked irritably, wary, wondering what else this guy wanted.

"Be good, come here, let me see your hands." His tone had softened, and the word "be good" sent chills down her spine, fear washing over her again.

"There's nothing to see, I'm going back!" she said.

However, he had already gone into the water and was swimming towards her.

"Bai Wushang! Stop messing around!" she yelled, turning and running away. She hadn't done anything wrong, they were just friends, yet she felt like she'd been caught in the act, feeling guilty. How could this be?!

Before she could even reach the shore, she was surrounded by him on the bank, enveloped in his arms. She leaned back, her body stiff and rigid, and decisively asked, "Bai Wushang, if you don't leave, I'm calling for help!"

He smiled, his lips finally curving into his signature playful smile. He didn't answer her but carefully took her hand. The dart wounds on the backs of her hands weren't deep, only a few drops of blood. He gently wiped away the water, softly asking, "Does it still hurt?"

"A little...a little itchy," she said timidly. She truly didn't understand this guy. One moment he was furious, the next so gentle, his narrow eyes filled with tenderness, even heartache.

But whether it was anger or tenderness, she felt the same fear.

This was so unlike Lord Wushang, so unlike Old Bai. She was still used to his carefree jokes, his playful laughter, his roguish grin!

"The dart is poisoned," he said calmly, his head lowered, his soft lips slowly approaching... little by little, closer and closer.

In the silence, she could clearly hear her own heartbeat, pounding, pounding, faster and faster, until it was so high it was hard to breathe, all the blood in her body rushed to her head, leaving her mind blank, her face burning. She wanted to struggle, but her limbs felt so heavy, completely out of her control.

Was he going to suck the poison out for her?

A tingling sensation came, his hot breath brushing against the back of her hand, and she watched as his thin lips almost touched hers! Just a little bit more... But then, he suddenly stopped, then pulled away, saying calmly, "It's alright, I'll give you the medicine in a bit."

Murong Wei was completely stunned, staring blankly at Bai Wushang, speechless for a moment, only managing an "Oh."

He suddenly moved closer, very close, pressing her against the shore, almost nose to nose, his hot breath on her face, and softly said, "Weiwei, what I just said actually meant more directly..."

The more direct meaning?

His words

just now. He'd said so much, but Murong Wei, focused on defending herself, hadn't remembered a word he'd said.

She leaned back, barely managing to create some distance between them, and timidly asked, "What...what was it?"

"We...need to have a proper talk," Bai Wushang said earnestly.

"A proper talk is certainly possible, but shouldn't you back down a little?" Murong Wei asked tentatively.

"My lord, I think this way of talking is quite good," Bai Wushang said with a smile, making a move to get closer.

Murong Wei immediately placed her hands in front of him, her eyes darkening, and coldly said, "Speak your mind, or shut up!"

"My lord, as I just said, from this moment on, every move you make, every word you utter, every part of you belongs to me!" Bai Wushang repeated, still smiling.

Murong Wei frowned, finally considering the more direct meaning of his words.

"My very direct meaning is..." Bai Wushang hesitated, looking conflicted.

Murong Wei stared at him, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, still pondering his words, momentarily lost in thought.

"Well, how should I put it, my lord, I've never been so direct before," Bai Wushang said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Murong Wei, like him, was also lost in thought, staring at him suspiciously. After a long while, she finally spoke, each word distinct, "Bai Wushang, don't tell me your most direct meaning is 'slave'!"

Bai Wushang smiled, shaking his head directly, the words slipping out unintentionally, "Weiwei, my most direct meaning is... I like you."

Murong Wei was stunned. It wasn't the first time she'd heard him say such a thing, but it was the first time. And for the first time, his narrow eyes held no trace of jest, but were filled with seriousness.

She clearly saw him looking at her earnestly, his face displaying a sincerity she had never seen before.

"Weiwei, I like you, so you have everything you have." He said softly, his long, handsome hand gently stroking her flushed, damp cheek.

Was this the most direct meaning?

She was stunned. She had heard countless sweet words, but none could compare to the serious look in his eyes at this moment.

Like, what is like?

"Like, what is like? Does like equal to possess?" she asked calmly, without any surprise at being confessed to.

"It doesn't equal, but it includes possession." He said, his fingertips lingering on her cheek pausing slightly. This woman's reaction was too unexpected. He had even expected her to disbelieve him, to think he was joking.

But she was questioning him, seriously questioning him, what is like?

"Like..." he sighed, his hand slowly moving down, gently embracing her, leaning against the pool wall, "Like is... when I'm tired, I just want to hold you like this, without saying a word."

This was his most accurate feeling; when he was tired, the first person he thought of was her.

"I'm not a pillow." Murong Wei's tone was becoming increasingly strange.

He sighed helplessly, then smiled, looking at her with obvious resignation.

"Bai Wushang, weren't we supposed to have a proper chat?" Murong Wei said, subtly pushing away his hand from her shoulder.

"Yes," Bai Wushang nodded.

"I used to be a seductress assassin. My mission was what you saw tonight, and often even more extreme," Murong Wei said.

Bai Wushang frowned immediately.

"Actually, I'm not the fourth young lady of the Murong family, nor am I Ye Bao's biological mother. I come from the modern world, from a world thousands of years in the future. The real Murong Zi is dead; I'm just using her body. All those things I have from overseas are things I brought from the modern world. I'm an assassin, a master of seduction assassins. To put it more bluntly, my job is to frequent various banquets and nightclubs, seducing my targets and murdering them during their intimate moments," Murong Wei said calmly. Even though she had been deceiving herself, she knew better than anyone what her job entailed.

Bai Wushang remained silent, his face turning ashen.

Seeing his reaction, Murong Wei smiled and said, "Let me tell you what liking is. Liking is continuing to like someone even after you understand everything."

She turned to leave, his expression already giving her the answer she wanted regarding "liking."

However, as soon as she turned around, her arm was grabbed tightly.

"Is there anything else?" he asked calmly. "Besides these things, is there anything else you need to know?"

"These things, for me, are perhaps everything," she said softly.

He slowly pulled her into his arms from behind, resting his head on her shoulder, and smiled, saying, "It's alright, I can barely accept it."

"Bai Wushang, I'm not joking with you," she said unhappily, trying to struggle but unable to break free.

"Do I look like I'm joking with you? No matter what you've done before, from today onwards, I will try my best to avoid things you don't like," Bai Wushang still smiled.

Murong Wei suddenly stopped struggling, becoming eerily quiet, her body gradually trembling, the trembling becoming more and more violent.

"Do you really want to 'disguise' yourself?" he asked again.

She didn't speak, her hands clenched tightly. The words "I don't like it" felt like a knife piercing her heart.

She forced a smile, fighting back tears, and choked out, "Old Bai, how did you know I didn't like it?"

"You just don't like it!" Bai Wushang said in a deep voice, his grip tightening suddenly.

She fell silent, gradually curling up in his arms.

Yes, she didn't like it. How could she like something like that?

He also fell silent, his clear eyes gazing at her reflection in the water. A slow, playful, carefree smile curved his lips, tinged with a complex self-mockery.

Too many things weighed on his shoulders. He was surrounded by spies, requiring him to scheme, to plan meticulously, to endure hardship, to remain calm and collected as he silently advanced step by step, and even, to be free of all ties.

Unfortunately, tonight he had uttered a sincere declaration of love. He had been waiting, waiting for the day he could spare her fear, spare her suffering, spare her wandering aimlessly, spare her having no one to rely on.

Perhaps, when that day came, he would tell her everything that belonged to him.

"Weiwei, I've opened my heart to you so completely, shouldn't you give me some kind of response?" He joked, pulling her out of his arms and asking shamelessly, as if his earlier seriousness had never happened.

She frowned, her face flushing involuntarily. She wanted to bury her head, but he pulled her, forcing her to look into his teasing eyes.

"What kind of response do you want?" She really couldn't handle him.

"Make a statement." He still smiled teasingly, completely like a rogue.

"You scoundrel!" She glared at him, hesitant to speak, completely unprepared for a relationship; it was all too sudden.

"Just nod, and I'll immediately inform Ye Bao. That kid will be overjoyed; his mommy finally has someone to marry her!" Bai Wushang teased.

"Bai Wushang! Stop it!" Murong Wei blurted out.

"Weiwei, I'm really serious," Bai Wushang said, hurt.

"I...I don't have time to play games with you! I'm going back!" Murong Wei was flustered, anxious, and annoyed, completely out of sorts. With a sudden burst of strength, she abruptly pulled away from Bai Wushang's hand, rushed ashore, and hurried away, lifting her wet skirt.

Bai Wushang couldn't catch her. He lay on the bank, propping his head up with one hand, utterly helpless, muttering to himself, "My lord, I really wasn't joking..."

Murong Wei walked away without looking back, but just as she was about to step out the door, she suddenly stopped, hesitated for a long time, and then turned back, saying, "Bai Wushang, let me think about it." With that, she quickly turned and walked away again.

Bai Wushang's hand froze, his chin sliding down his arm inch by inch, while the curve of his lips slowly rose.

He remained in that position for a long, long time, smiling.

Even when a slender figure in black silently landed beside him, he remained motionless.

"Master, a secret letter from the King of Han." The black-clad servant bowed and respectfully presented the letter.

"Why is it you? Where's Liu Jian?" Bai Wushang asked.

"Liu Jian lured Jin Chan away," the black-clad attendant replied truthfully.

"Heh, are A Bao and Yin Ling still at the Prince's residence?" Bai Wushang asked again.

"Yes. There's been no movement," the black-clad guard answered.

Bai Wushang then opened the letter, glanced at it, and then turned over to lean back by the pond, laughing, "Fatty Long is quite quick!"

"General Murong sent someone to inquire about your well-being, and... also asked about the injury on Consort De's face," the black-clad man said.

Bai Wushang smiled coldly, avoiding the topic, and said indifferently, "Is the Buddhist Dharma Assembly at Liusha arranged?"

"We'll depart after the autumn hunt, we can definitely make it in time," the black-clad attendant said.

"What if we go to Nanzhao first?" Bai Wushang asked again.

"The time will be too long. The Buddhist Dharma Assembly at Liusha is for non-royal members, they may not be able to attend, Master should be prepared," the black-clad guard reminded.

"Has my Ye Xiaobao arrived in Nanzhao yet?" Bai Wushang asked again.

"He should arrive in the next few days, with Qinglong accompanying him, so you can rest assured, Master," the black-clad attendant replied.

"My lord, I miss Ye Xiaobao...sigh..." Bai Wushang sighed, lazily getting up. It was almost dawn; it was time to go back...

"Master, the disguise is indeed in the Emperor's hands. Liu Jian asked me to remind you that tomorrow's..." The black-clad man didn't finish his sentence, but seeing Bai Wushang wave his hand, he dared not say more.

Bai Wushang was about to leave when he stopped, frowning slightly as he said calmly, "Tell me, what is liking?"

The black-clad guard was shocked, his jaw nearly dropping in astonishment, his mouth agape, unable to answer.

Bai Wushang didn't stop him from answering, stroking the beauty mark under his right eye, and slowly left thoughtfully...

...Chapter dividing line... Trying his best...

The next morning, to the sound of loud horns, three pairs of people entered the arena one after another. The layout was the same as yesterday, with the stands on the right side of the track and the targets on the left side. There were three targets in each of the three li (approximately 5 kilometers). Soon everyone was ready.

Although the assassination attempt was concealed, he was ultimately unable to participate, so Yelü Lingrong had to find a young master from an official family to replace him.

Minister Xiao of the Ministry of Personnel, Gu Xizhi, and Prince Qi were on the first track.

Minister Li of the Military Affairs Department, Ren Fan, and Xuan Yuanli were on the second track.

Yelü Lingrong and the others were on the third track.

When Murong Wei, who arrived last, slowly appeared in everyone's sight on horseback, the entire arena fell silent!

She wore an ice-blue riding outfit, with a white fox fur peacock cloak with gold trim, cold but not gaudy, otherworldly and beautiful, noble and luxurious, yet not lacking in heroic spirit.

Wearing a half-carved, openwork, ice-blue, thousand-year-old ice silk mask, with a row of crystal-clear blue jade fragments beneath her eyes,

she exuded a noble air that made her unapproachable. Amidst the astonishment of the men and the envy of the women on either side, she walked slowly with calm confidence.

She had to wear this riding outfit today; regardless of the outcome, she couldn't afford to lose in terms of presence.

She dismounted and had just reached the middle of the third racecourse when she heard whispers from the passing Empress Dowager Dong.

"Doctor Murong, isn't it a waste to use such beautiful clothes and a mask to cover one's shame?" Empress Dowager Dong asked with a smile.

"A set of clothes and a mask are enough to make Her Majesty the Empress Dowager stop; Weiwei doesn't think it's a waste," Murong Wei replied with a smile. "Quick tongues are useless. Your team has never won. Perform well, and don't embarrass yourselves again," Empress Dowager

Dong said with a cold laugh as she walked away.

Murong Wei glanced at Gu Xizhi unintentionally, smiled faintly, and turned to look around for the figure from last night. Unfortunately, she couldn't find him anywhere.

She knew very well that this would be her last battle at the autumn hunt. No matter what, she would do her best. She had forgotten to tell him last night that he must come and cheer her on!

The bright yellow flag in Xuan Yuanlie's hand began to flutter. The whole place was silent. All three pairs of horses were ready, especially the three at the front, who were particularly nervous. In

a contest between experts, every second counted.

"Swish... swish... swish!" The sound of the flag fluttering grew louder and louder, and suddenly it fell with a "whoosh."

Lord Xiao, Lord Li, and the unfamiliar young master of the official family almost simultaneously spurred their horses forward, and in the blink of an eye, they were close to their sword hilts. They suddenly released the reins, drew their bows, and shot arrows.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..." The arrows flew almost simultaneously. Lord Xiao and Lord Li were almost equally skilled, while the young master of the official family was slightly inferior.

After three arrows, thunderous applause erupted from the surroundings!

Ren Fan and Gu Xizhi had both mounted their horses. The young steward, having just arrived, leaped up, but was still several steps behind Murong Wei. Murong Wei, her face serious, vanished in a flash, eliciting gasps of surprise.

She reappeared on horseback, spurring her horse into pursuit. Ren Fan gradually slowed down; the hint from the previous night had been interrupted. Gu Xizhi exerted himself greatly, and by the time Murong Wei drew her bow, he had already released an accurate arrow!

Murong Wei, too, hit the bullseye. She whipped her short whip incessantly, kicking her legs repeatedly, deliberately startling her horse and increasing her speed.

Instantly, everyone held their breath for her!

This was an extremely risky move; drawing a bow requires both hands, and if the horse was startled and the reins weren't held firmly, the consequences could be disastrous.

She had actually caught up with Gu Xizhi in this way, and indeed she had, but the horse was also startled.

Just as she approached the bullseye, she let the horse rear up, hooked her feet in the stirrups, and leaned back, almost lying face down on the horse's back, her legs supporting her entire weight! She decisively released the reins, drew her bow, and with swift movements, fired an arrow simultaneously with Gu Xizhi, hitting the bullseye perfectly.

"Clap clap clap..." The entire arena erupted in applause. Even the Empress Dowager couldn't help but applaud, her face full of admiration, "She's got guts, well done!"

Focused and serious, she continued to urge her horse forward. After the third arrow, she finally created some distance between herself and Gu Xizhi. This wasn't something she could achieve through sheer effort alone. She dismounted, handing the battle over to Yelü Lingrong. At this moment, Gu Xizhi arrived. She stepped aside, her gaze calm and collected as she looked at the Prince of Qi. The outcome would soon be decided!

The most exciting parts of a race against time are those where every second counts. Even with the most exhilarating moments, everyone's attention quickly shifted from Murong Wei; the outcome of the race was the key.

Because of Murong Wei's efforts, the Prince of Qi was a full arrow behind; Yelü Lingrong's speed was not to be underestimated.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes glued to the two galloping figures.

After Yelü Lingrong fired her arrow, she continued forward. The Prince of Qi's speed increased rapidly, even after firing his first arrow!

"Whoosh..." With a thud, the arrow and the horse moved at the same speed, hitting the bullseye, and the horse had already caught up with Yelü Lingrong.

Yelü Lingrong suddenly cracked her whip repeatedly, shouting "Giddy up! Giddy up! Giddy up!" She managed to leave the Prince of Qi behind, but she couldn't widen the gap!

The Prince of Qi's speed continued to increase, closing the distance further and further until they were neck and neck, and overtaking each other was just a matter of a moment.

Yelü Lingrong struggled desperately, even mimicking Murong Wei's risky approach, kicking her horse's flanks and whipping it repeatedly. However, even this method barely allowed her to maintain her position tied with the Prince of Qi!

A husband and wife competing together was already a spectacle, but with both refusing to yield, it was even more exciting. The only drawback was that Yelü Lingrong's riding and archery skills were inferior to the Prince of Qi's; otherwise, given Murong Wei's lead, she would have reached the finish line long ago.

The dust billowed as the rapid clatter of hooves filled the air. Murong Wei watched with bated breath, her eyes constantly following the two figures, her hands habitually clasped together and pressed to her lips, tightening her grip, hoping Yelü Lingrong wouldn't be overtaken.

The entire arena was silent, save for the clatter of hooves and the whooshing of whips. No one dared to break the tension or miss this thrilling moment.

The second target had arrived!

Qi Wang continued to increase his speed, demonstrating his true mastery of archery and horsemanship, while Yelü Lingrong's speed noticeably decreased as she reined in her somewhat panicked horse!

Two sharp "whoosh" sounds rang out as two arrows were fired simultaneously, hitting the bullseye almost at the same time. However, as soon as Yelü Lingrong slowed down, the distance immediately widened!

Qi Wang suddenly took the lead!

"Sigh!" Xuan Yuanli sighed heavily, only then taking the horse from Ren Fan.

"Seventh Prince is always like this. It's just a competition, and he doesn't even let his wife win. How boring!" Empress Dowager Dong said lazily, her tone full of sarcasm.

"Does Mother mean that Seventh Brother's victory was unfair?" Xuan Yuanlie joked.

"This is the second time Prince Qi has beaten Consort Rong," a minister quickly echoed.

The outcome of the competition was already known the moment Xuan Yuanche overtook Yelü Lingrong. Everyone had withdrawn their previously focused attention, and now it was time for idle chatter.

Even Empress Dowager Xuanyuan Qixi, seated beside the Eastern Empress Dowager, looked dejectedly at Murong Wei with pity.

However, Murong Wei still clasped her hands to her lips, her gaze following the two figures on the track. Regardless of Yelü Lingrong's character, one thing she firmly believed was that anyone who wanted to win would never give up until the very end!

The situation was no longer under her control, but she too wanted to win, and she wouldn't give up until the very end!

Her gaze followed the arrows as Prince Qi reached the third target. Even with a significant lead, his speed hadn't slowed. He drew his bow and shot with beautiful movements, hitting the bullseye!

Just as he put away his bow, Yelü Lingrong began to draw and shoot, and he was already speeding towards the finish line!

"Keep going, don't give up!" Murong Wei whispered, her brow furrowed.

Yelü Lingrong indeed didn't give up. After hitting the bullseye with her third arrow, she continued her relentless pursuit!

"Clatter clatter... clatter clatter... clatter clatter..."

"Giddy up! Giddy up! Giddy up!"

They tried their best, but could only catch up to Prince Qi. Prince Qi's horse was about to cross the finish line!

Murong Wei's heart was in her throat, she held her breath in tension. The outcome was already decided, just a few steps away!

Prince Qi won two to one. Only their group was qualified to participate in the deer-hunting competition. She and Xuan Yuanli could only be spectators. All their previous vows were going to be in vain.

"Thirteenth Prince! Look, Thirteenth Prince!" Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

Everyone immediately looked over and saw that even though Xuan Yuanli was far behind, he was still fighting desperately, no, it could be said that he was desperately trying to catch up!

He used the same method as Murong Wei, using the horse's panic to speed up the horse!

He actually, actually, after startling the horse, completely loosened the reins, hooked his feet on the stirrups, and let the horse gallop like a madman, his body completely hanging on the horse's back.

His body was jolted violently by the galloping horse, but he still drew his bow and shot at the third target!

"That was close, he hit it!" Exclamations came from all around. Murong Wei had long since forgotten about Prince Qi and Yelü Lingrong; her eyes were brimming with tears, and her clasped hands had already loosened, covering her mouth.

She knew what Xuanyuan Li wanted to do; he wanted to win too. In this situation, a draw was impossible. Only if he won would he have the right to shoot the deer!

Why were these strangers so stubbornly following her?

"Prince Qi! Prince Qi has fallen from his horse!"

Just as everyone's attention was focused on Xuanyuan Li, someone suddenly shouted in alarm. The Empress Dowager was the first to stand up and quickly descended from the platform!

Amidst the swirling dust ahead, a white figure, like a startled swan, suddenly soared into the air, while the horse beneath it abruptly fell to its knees, its body flipping 360 degrees before crashing heavily to the ground!

At the same time, Yelü Lingrong beside her spurred her horse past the finish line!

"Prince Qi has fallen from his horse!"

"How could this be?"

"Prince Qi didn't reach the finish line!"

"Consort Rong won!"

"Unbelievable!"

...

Instantly, countless exclamations, discussions, and cheers surged from all directions. Murong Wei stared blankly at Xuan Yuanli, who was hanging upside down on his horse and trying to steady it, too shocked to recover. All

she could hear were cries of "Consort Rong won!"

"Three pairs tied! A rare sight indeed!"

"This year's deer hunt will have the largest number of riders!"

"Haha, Consort Rong, well done!"

"It must have been Prince Qi's horse that caused the problem!"

"In any case, Prince Qi lost! Choosing the right horse was crucial, wasn't it?"

...

Amidst the clamor, Prince Qi slowly dismounted, walking behind Yelü Lingrong, while Xuan Yuanli, having finally managed to leap onto his horse, immediately looked at Murong Wei and made a fist gesture.

"Hehe...hehe...haha." Murong Wei chuckled foolishly, unconsciously wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, only then realizing she was crying.

"Consort Rong, you truly are a heroine among women! Seeing you today, your reputation is well-deserved!" Xuan Yuanlie said with a smile.

"This concubine has made a fool of herself. If it weren't for Your Highness's wish to let me win, how could I have won?" Yelü Lingrong said modestly, also giving the Prince Qi beside her a way out.

Everyone walked to the front of the stage, only Murong Wei was still stunned. Xuan Yuanli, looking excited, even the eldest man, actually skipped and jumped to Murong Wei's side, waving his hand, "You won, what are you still standing there for?"

Murong Wei was startled, only then coming to her senses, and exclaimed, "You won?"

"You won!" Xuan Yuanli nodded.

"You won! That's great!" Murong Wei finally became excited.

"Haha, well done, otherwise Yelü Lingrong wouldn't have been able to catch up so easily!" Xuan Yuanli said, giving a thumbs up.

Murong Wei smiled foolishly, but suddenly her smile froze, her face immediately darkening, and she snapped angrily, "Are you out of your mind? Is this how you play with your life?"

"I learned it from you! We're going to win this race! Didn't you say so?" Xuan Yuanli asked with a smile.

"Idiot." Murong Wei frowned, not knowing what to say to him.

"Let's go!" Xuan Yuanli grabbed her hand, pulling her away like a best friend.

Murong Wei muttered a few words before following him, glancing at the calm Qi Wang at the front, her heart filled with doubt.

It was such a coincidence that the horse had an accident; how strange! He had clearly tried his best; there was no reason for him to feign defeat, much less for him to fail at the last moment.

The old eunuch was announcing the winner and the rules for tomorrow's deer hunt. Xuan Yuanli whispered, "Let's celebrate later."

Murong Wei looked around, seemingly searching for something, not noticing him.

"Weiwei, what are you looking at?" Xuan Yuanli asked suspiciously.

“Old Bai,” Murong Wei whispered.

“Old Bai?” Xuan Yuanli exclaimed in surprise.

“Yes, if he had come to see, he would be happy right now,” Murong Wei whispered.

“What?” Xuan Yuanli didn’t hear clearly.

“Nothing, it was so exciting just now, that guy must have been watching from afar,” Murong Wei said with a smile.

After a while, the event finally ended. Prince Qi and Empress Dowager Xi whispered as they left. Yelü Lingrong was surrounded by people, all of whom took the opportunity to flatter and praise her.

Murong Wei and Xuan Yuanli walked past, with Xuan Yuan Qixi following behind them, loudly defending Murong Wei. In front of everyone, it was clearly Murong Wei who had gained the advantage for Yelü Lingrong by fighting for every second!

“That’s too much!” Xuan Yuan Qixi complained.

“Let’s go, anyone who is flattered has to do things for others, they can’t be as free as us, let’s go have a big meal!” Murong Wei said magnanimously, pulling Xuan Yuan Qixi to her side.

The three chatted and laughed all the way, quickly arriving at the camp.

"Where's Lao Bai?" Xuan Yuanli asked, searching everywhere as soon as he entered.

"I don't know, I saw him before," Murong Wei replied.

"Lord Wushang is here too! He's really daring, this is the hunting grounds!" Xuan Yuanqi exclaimed in surprise.

"What, does Her Highness not want me here?" A familiar voice rang out, and Murong Wei rushed into the inner room first. There she saw Bai Wushang lounging lazily on her warm couch, holding a book.

"You're really here?" Xuan Yuanli asked incredulously, knowing that trespassing on the hunting grounds during the autumn hunt was a more serious offense than trespassing on the palace!

"I came to see Weiwei, to have a chat," Bai Wushang said with a smile, lazily standing up and taking Murong Wei's hand.

Xuan Yuanli immediately stopped him. "Where are we going?"

"It's important to have a chat," Bai Wushang said with a smile, gently pushing Xuan Yuanli's hand away and leading Murong Wei out the back door.

"Thirteenth Brother, shall we still have a big meal?" Xuan Yuan Qi Xi asked timidly.

"She's been looking for Bai Wu Shang the whole time on the field," Xuan Yuan Li said calmly.

"Thirteenth Brother, shall we... still eat?" Xuan Yuan Qi Xi asked cautiously again.

"Eat what? I'm busy!" Xuan Yuan Li said unhappily, and turned to leave!

"Are you in a hurry?" Murong Wei asked, having just noticed that the force with which he pushed Xuan Yuanli away was unusual; otherwise, Xuan Yuanli wouldn't have let him leave so easily.

"I'm fine," Bai Wushang replied.

"Did you go to the arena to watch the match?" Murong Wei asked again.

"Yes, you won beautifully!" Bai Wushang said with a smile.

"You wanted to see me? Is there something you need?" Murong Wei asked again.

"Are you happy?" Bai Wushang asked.

"Happy?" Murong Wei was puzzled.

"Hey, you won the match, this shouldn't be your reaction!" Bai Wushang frowned.

"You really went to watch?" Murong Wei asked again.

"My lord, I swear on my honor, I was there when you were competing!" Bai Wushang raised his hand earnestly, almost swearing an oath.

Murong Wei looked at him for a long time, coughing lightly several times, but she couldn't say what was on her mind, her excitement forcibly suppressed.

Bai Wushang pulled her along, lightly leaping onto a large tree, leaning against a branch and sitting down, a mysterious smile on his face, looking at her without saying a word.

"What are you looking at?" Murong Wei rolled her eyes at him.

"Does Weiwei have something to say to me, sir?" Bai Wushang asked with a smile.

"No." Murong Wei immediately denied it.

"Then answer me first, you've won the competition, are you happy now?" Bai Wushang asked with a serious expression.

"Yes." Murong Wei nodded.

"Aren't you going to smile even if you're happy?" Bai Wushang asked, reaching out to lift her chin.

Murong Wei immediately pulled away, displeased, "Can't you be serious?"

"What's wrong?" Bai Wushang then realized something was wrong with her.

"I also have something important to talk to you about." Murong Wei said seriously.

"You go first." Bai Wushang withdrew his hand, propping his head up with his hand.

"I won't do things I don't like anymore." Murong Wei said very seriously.

Bai Wushang suddenly frowned, his expression serious and focused, staring at her.

"I'm serious." Murong Wei emphasized again.

Bai Wushang still looked at her without speaking.

"You have to believe me, I'm serious, really." Murong Wei was very sincere.

“Actually…” Bai Wushang stroked his chin, hesitating to speak.

Murong Wei’s face paled instantly, and she stared at him silently, motionless.

“Actually… Weiwei, let me put it this way, if you did something you don’t like to me, I wouldn’t mind.” Bai Wushang remained serious.

“Slap…” Murong Wei immediately slapped him, but the slap landed on the tree trunk, and Bai Wushang dodged to the side early.

“Too much!” she shouted angrily, seeing the mocking smile on Bai Wushang’s face, she became even more annoyed and pounced on him from another tree trunk.

Bai Wushang had no intention of catching her, letting her fall on top of him, and suddenly fell backward.

“Ah…” Murong Wei was terrified, her hands hurriedly grabbing the tree trunk, her legs about to hook up, but Bai Wushang, who was bracing himself on the tree trunk below, grabbed her and dragged her down.

“Let go!” Murong Wei shouted sharply.

"Alright!" Bai Wushang said, but instead of letting go, he suddenly exerted great force, causing Murong Wei's entire body to slide down. One hand slipped off, while the other barely managed to grab hold.

"Let go!" Murong Wei warned sharply.

Bai Wushang laughed, ignoring her.

Murong Wei remained silent, then kicked him with a powerful burst of magic!

Bai Wushang dodged, abruptly letting go, but suddenly used the branch as leverage to leap up, chopping off the trunk she was clinging to with a swift stroke.

"Ah..." Murong Wei immediately fell, tumbling down through the heavy branches.

However, before she even hit the ground, the all-purpose hook was swung up, catching onto the main trunk. She grabbed the rope, swayed slightly, and immediately climbed back up the tree.

Just as she regained her footing, Bai Wushang appeared behind her, shoving her hard without any mercy.

Murong Wei stumbled, falling from the trunk again, but fortunately, she managed to grab the rope. In that situation, she instinctively drew her pistol.

Bai Wushang was sitting right above her; one shot and this guy would be done for!

She had just pulled out her gun when she was startled, her eyes widening in surprise—she was too used to it. She

quickly hid it back; this thing was no joke!

Panicked, she yelled upwards, "Bastard, what are you doing?"

But Bai Wushang didn't answer. Instead, he pulled out a dagger and pressed it against her hook, indicating he was going to cut it!

Murong Wei narrowed her eyes. Before he could act, she swung the rope sharply, swinging herself to the lowest tree trunk opposite. Without pausing, she nimbly climbed up the trunk, quickly reaching Bai Wushang's back.

"Having fun, huh!" Murong Wei stood high above, looking down at Bai Wushang.

"Not bad." Bai Wushang smiled, his eyes narrowed.

"This will be even more fun!" Murong Wei said, gripping the tree trunk above her with both hands and kicking Bai Wushang hard in the back.

In that instant, Bai Wushang's figure flashed and disappeared into thin air.

Murong Wei was no less formidable; she too vanished in a flash.

Bai Wushang, however, didn't disappear but landed below, while Murong Wei was truly nowhere to be seen, refusing to reappear.

"Where is she?" Bai Wushang wondered, looking around suspiciously.

"Here she is!" Murong Wei's voice came, appearing to his right. Mimicking his previous move, she suddenly swept her leg across. Bai Wushang immediately leaped up, but Murong Wei vanished again in a flash.

Bai Wushang immediately became wary, but before he could act, Murong Wei reappeared silently behind him once more, striking with a palm strike. Instead of landing on him, the strike landed on a tree trunk, snapping it instantly. This time, Bai Wushang hadn't noticed, and his hands grasped nothing, causing him to fall unexpectedly.

As he fell, he still tried desperately to cling to the tree trunk, but everything within reach, everything he could use for leverage, cracked instantly! It

had been tampered with! This woman had been doing this all this time she had disappeared!

"Thump!" A heavy thud.

The wise and sagacious Lord Wushang, unable to turn around in time due to the short distance, landed hard on his back!

Murong Wei flipped over and jumped down, landing beside him, bursting into laughter, "Bai Wushang, you deserve it!"

Bai Wushang lay there on his back, watching her laugh uncontrollably, his eyes growing increasingly amused, "Weiwei, you look much better when you laugh than when you're serious."

"Haha, does it hurt? Tell me, what were you trying to do by all this?" Murong Wei chuckled, this being the first time she'd gotten the better of him.

"Look at how happy you are, aren't you going to help me up, my lord!" Bai Wushang said cheerfully.

Murong Wei was about to bend down when he suddenly pulled her over, causing her to fall beside him. Struggling to get up, she met Bai Wushang's sudden tenderness in his eyes and involuntarily stopped. Their eyes met for a long, long time before he finally spoke, his voice full of affection: "Happy now?"

"Yes," she nodded obediently, naturally, without any awkwardness.

"Happy now? Let's continue what we didn't discuss yesterday," Bai Wushang said.

"I...yesterday...I wasn't really angry," Murong Wei explained.

"Is that so? But yesterday, my lord, I was quite excited, truly." Bai Wushang's voice was as tender and sincere as could be.

Murong Wei looked up at the sky, unsure how to face him.

"Weiwei..." Bai Wushang called out affectionately again.

"Speak quickly! Let's go drink with the Thirteenth Prince later, he's very excited!" Murong Wei said.

Bai Wushang immediately sat up, smiling, "I'm so happy, my lord. I just have a question; I couldn't figure it out all night."

"Speak," Murong Wei said.

"About... you're from thousands of years in the future, you're just deceiving me, aren't you?" Bai Wushang asked. He already knew Murong Wei wasn't Murong Zi. The biggest questions he had always had were how Ye Xiaobao came to be, how she appeared in the Murong residence, and where Murong Zi had gone.

Murong Wei smiled and nodded.

"Really?" Bai Wushang asked.

Murong Wei smiled and shook her head.

"Is it true or false?" Bai Wushang frowned.

Murong Wei smiled and nodded, then slowly shook her head again.

Bai Wushang slowly lay down, lazily saying, "Ye Bao's letter this time said that after going ashore, she met my friend at the Hundred Poisons Sect, and it seems..."

Murong Wei immediately pounced, holding out her hand to him, "The letter, hand it over!"

Bai Wushang smiled and shook his head.

"Give it to me, it's for me!" Murong Wei was anxious.

Bai Wushang smiled and nodded.

"Give it to me!" Murong Wei urged.

"Tell me first, who exactly are you?" Bai Wushang said with a smile.

"I'm not lying to you, I really am from thousands of years in the future. My name is Murong Wei, and I'm an assassin. As for how I got here, I don't know. It seems to be related to this thing. As for whether I can go back, I don't know either." Murong Wei said decisively, taking out the pen.

"Go back!" Bai Wushang immediately jumped up and snatched the pen.

"Don't look at me, I don't know either. Ye Bao is here, and I definitely don't want to go back." Murong Wei shrugged.

"Then I'll keep this!" Bai Wushang domineeringly put the pen into his sleeve.

"Give it back!" Murong Wei was unwilling.

"I'll keep it for now. Ask me for it when you need it." Bai Wushang said seriously.

"Trouble, give it to me." Murong Wei said.

"What if this thing takes you back again? I like you so much, I can't bear to see you leave." Bai Wushang still had that serious look on his face, with a hint of stubbornness.

Murong Wei looked up at the sky, knowing full well that she would never get that thing back. Who knew if this guy was

using this as an excuse to steal her pen! She couldn't get it back by lying; she'd have to steal it.

"Is there anything else?" Murong Wei asked.

"Keep me company for a while, sir. It's rare that you have time," Bai Wushang said with a smile, pulling her back to lie down on the grass.

Murong Wei instinctively pushed his hand away, saying, "I think you should be busy yourself!"

"You guessed right! Go drink with Thirteenth Master. I'd better hide, there are too many spies in the hunting grounds!" Bai Wushang laughed, lazily getting up.

"Ye Bao's letter!" Murong Wei immediately grabbed him.

"Just kidding, it hasn't arrived yet. He's probably just landed or just arrived at the Hundred Poisons Sect. In a few days!" Bai Wushang said, quickly dodging Murong Wei's kick.

"Deliver a letter for me, tell him about the hunting grounds!" Murong Wei instructed.

"Then, we... shouldn't we..." Bai Wushang hesitated.

"What?" Murong Wei didn't understand.

"Should we tell him about us too, to make him happy?" Bai Wushang asked without batting an eye.

"It's nothing!" Murong Wei frowned, but couldn't hide her blush, and hurriedly turned to leave!

"Haha, I've written it down!" Bai Wushang laughed happily...

...Separation line...Urgent...

At the Qi Prince's camp, Consort De was waiting, but Jin Chan and Cai Zai wouldn't let her pass.

The grief of losing her son had caused her to lose a considerable amount of weight in just a few days, and her temper was even worse than before.

"I'll say it one last time, if this letter from my father isn't delivered to the Prince in time, you will be held responsible for the consequences!"

Consort De said coldly. "Your Highness, you know the Prince's temper. He's resting and dislikes being disturbed. Several times before, even the Empress Dowager had to wait. Please wait a little longer!" Cai Zai explained politely

. Jin Chan's face was cold and handsome, but he had only one eye, and the black eye patch made him even more unapproachable. "I'll say it again, this is urgent!" Consort De emphasized repeatedly.

"Your Highness, how about this, let me see this. Only if I'm sure it's important will I dare to inform you," Cai Zai said softly. He glanced at Jin Chan, and seeing that he still didn't react, he added, "If it's not important, I really wouldn't dare to inform you. I really can't bear the Prince's wrath."

Consort De hesitated, clutching the letter in her hand, wavering.

Cai Zai didn't say much, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"Is this urgent document something you can just look at? The Prince will be the one to blame! Let me in, and I promise I'll take full responsibility!" Consort De said, she wasn't stupid.

"Oh, Your Highness, could you at least tell me what this urgent document is about? Otherwise, I really won't be able to report it!" Cai Zai said again.

"An urgent document from Han Kingdom, is there any explanation? It's naturally about the mine! Do you expect me to report to the Empress Dowager?" Consort De was furious and stepped forward to force her way in.

"Your Highness, please calm down! I'll report it to you right away!" Cai Zai smiled obsequiously, about to go in, but was stopped by Jin Chan, who said coldly, "His Majesty just instructed that he's tired and no one is allowed to disturb him."

"What are you afraid of? I'll take the blame!" Cai Zai was disrespectful, his tone even more arrogant than Consort De's. Jin Chan glanced at him and stepped back.

However, when Cai Zai entered the camp, he found it empty.

"Your Highness, the Prince isn't inside," Cai Zai said truthfully.

The Consort De didn't believe him and went to check the tent before asking suspiciously, "Didn't you say you were tired? Where is he?"

"I really don't know, Jin Chan, you..." Cai Zai had just turned around when Jin Chan was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is he?" the Consort De asked, displeased.

"Jin Chan probably went to find his master; he's the real personal guard! Your Highness, perhaps I should take you to the Empress Dowager? Should we give this urgent document to her?" Cai Zai asked. Having followed Prince Qi for so long, this was the first time he'd been so close to something like an urgent document from the Han Kingdom!

"Lead the way!" the Consort De said impatiently.

Cai Zai led the way with a lantern. The several large tents weren't far apart, but there was still some distance between them.

After walking for quite a while, Consort De gradually realized something was wrong. She stopped and said coldly, "Cai Zai, where are you planning to take me?"

"The Empress Dowager is currently bathing in the imperial palace. There are too many eyes and ears in the main camp; it's safer to go to the palace," Cai Zai explained in a low voice.

Consort De looked ahead to confirm they were in the direction of the palace before continuing with Cai Zai.

After walking for a short while, she asked casually, "Cai Zai, has Murong Wei come to see the Prince these past few days?"

"I don't know, Jin Chan has been keeping watch," Cai Zai replied.

"Has the Prince gone to the Thirteenth Prince's place?" Consort De asked again.

"Well, it seems not. The Prince is either practicing his sword or visiting the Empress Dowager, but..." Cai Zai said, a cold smile flashing in his eyes, and continued, "But like tonight, the Prince suddenly disappeared. We don't know where he went."

"You mean..." Consort De frowned abruptly.

"Your Highness, I didn't say anything. Please go upstairs. The Empress Dowager is up there!" Cai Zai stopped at the steps and said with a smile.

"I'm going to find him!" Consort De turned around angrily and was about to leave. She was usually a calm person, but she couldn't remain calm when Murong Wei was involved!

"Your Highness, isn't there an urgent matter? The Empress Dowager is upstairs. Please go up first. The Empress Dowager values the Han Kingdom very much. If you have any troubles, you might as well take this opportunity to talk to her." Cai Zai advised.

Consort De glanced at him and sneered, "You know quite a lot, huh!"

"Your Highness, you must understand that you have the Han Kingdom behind you, while Consort Rong has the Liusha Kingdom. The Liusha Kingdom and the Han Kingdom hold different positions in our Prince's heart. Although you are the Left Consort, we all privately consider you the First Consort. It's only a matter of time before you become the Right Consort, isn't it?" Cai Zi flattered.

"Heh, no wonder you're the Prince's personal attendant. You're quite clever." Consort De was flattered and pleased.

"Your Highness, this urgent letter is from General Murong, isn't it? Such an important item can only be delivered to the Empress Dowager and Prince Qi personally." Cai Zi immediately steered the conversation to the urgent letter.

"Of course!" Consort De said, striding up the stone steps.

Cai Zi, a cold smile playing on his lips, silently followed.

Stepping into the brightly lit courtyard, Consort De immediately sensed something amiss. The rows of maids and lanterns were not the style of the Western Empress Dowager; this was the demeanor of the Eastern Empress Dowager!

She immediately turned to Cai Zi, frowning. Cai Zi looked at her with equal confusion. "The servants clearly said the Western Empress Dowager had come here!"

"Go!" Consort De coldly snatched the lantern from Cai Zi's hand, finally becoming wary. However, before she could turn around, she saw Xuan Yuanlie supporting the Eastern Empress Dowager as she slowly walked out of the corridor.

"This servant greets Her Majesty the Eastern Empress Dowager and His Majesty!" Cai Zi immediately knelt on one knee to pay his respects. "This concubine greets Her

Majesty the Eastern Empress Dowager and His Majesty!" Consort De was extremely unwilling, but she had no choice but to bow. She had investigated Qi'er's death repeatedly, and the Emperor was definitely involved!

"Hehe, so late, Consort De still has the leisure to soak in the hot springs?" the Eastern Empress Dowager asked lazily.

"This concubine was just passing by," Consort De quickly replied.

"What a coincidence! Come on over, I've been looking for someone to keep me company!"

Empress Dowager Dong said, turning to head towards the hot spring, giving Consort De no chance to refuse. "Your Majesty, I must say I have to participate in the hunting competition tomorrow and cannot accompany you. Please forgive me," Consort De replied with the same polite refusal.

However, Empress Dowager Dong acted as if she hadn't heard anything and continued walking lazily, leaving Consort De bowing awkwardly.

"Cai Zai, where's your master?" Xuan Yuanlie asked, heading towards another pavilion.

Cai Zai glanced at Consort De and quickly followed, "Hehe, the Prince went to practice his sword."

Xuan Yuanlie smiled but said nothing.

The two climbed the pavilion, looking down at Consort De being led to the hot spring by several maids. Cai Zai then took a step back, abandoning his mischievous demeanor and becoming serious.

"Where is he?" Xuan Yuanlie asked coldly.

"This is the first time I've discovered he's not in the camp. Jin Chan went to look for him," Cai Zai said.

"Jin Chan... how many years has he served Prince Qi?" Xuan Yuanlie asked.

“It’s been a few years, but not as long as mine,” Cai Zai said.

“Have you spoken to him?” Xuan Yuanlie asked again.

“That man is like a block of wood, he doesn’t give me a chance to talk at all, I dare not take the risk.” Cai Zai hesitated for a moment, then said, “Your Majesty, I think Consort Si probably didn’t say much to Prince Qi. At least, from what I’ve observed recently, Prince Qi is still the same as before, there have been no personnel changes in the Prince’s mansion, and he hasn’t shown any unusual behavior towards me. Jin Chan is a peculiar and eccentric person, it’s best not to risk bribing him, lest it backfire!”

Annoyance flashed across Xuan Yuanlie’s eyes, and he said, “There’s still no news of Consort Si? Has she not contacted Prince Qi?”

“No, Your Majesty, in my opinion, Consort Si is probably in grave danger.” Cai Zai answered decisively.

“Even if she’s dead, you must see her body! Continue to keep a close eye on Prince Qi and Youlelou.” Xuan Yuanlie said coldly.

“Yes.” Cai Zai accepted the order.

At this moment, Granny Gui, who was beside the Empress Dowager, came in carrying a pile of clothes, which were Consort De's clothes. "Your Majesty, they are all here."

Xuan Yuanlie took out a dagger from his sleeve, gently examined it, and after a while, finally picked out a letter from his sleeve. Cai Zai immediately took it out and presented it to him. "This is it. She is in a hurry to see Prince Qi and almost tried to force her way in."

Xuan Yuanlie glanced through the letter, a cold smile playing on his lips. "That Murong Zi," he said, "her son is dead, yet she still has the mind to fight for the throne. She wants Yelü Lingrong's position!"

"Is this a threat?" Cai Zai asked.

"Heh, it's rare to see someone dare to threaten Seventh Brother!" Xuan Yuanlie laughed.

"Your Highness, could it be that Prince Qi is in Han Kingdom..." Cai Zai hesitated.

"It's not stated in the letter." Xuan Yuanlie said, tossing the letter back into his clothes. "Send down the order to increase the troops in the Eastern Frontier. She wants the position of Empress Consort, and I have a perfect opportunity to start a war!"

"Your Highness, are the troops being transferred from Shang Kingdom and Nanzhao? Isn't that a bit too much of a move?" Cai Zai whispered.

"It's meant to be a big commotion. I love seeing Seventh Brother anxious!" Xuan Yuanlie sneered, in high spirits!

The clothes were returned to the hot spring. Consort De, trembling with fear at the Empress Dowager's bad temper, was completely unaware of all this...

In the quiet of the hunting grounds at night, secrets were unfolding everywhere.

On the back mountain, Bai Wushang was being relentlessly pursued by a dark figure!

Murong Wei had just left when the man in black appeared. He clearly saw the man's single, cold eye—it was Jin Chan.

Being caught by this guy was a huge disaster!

"Whoosh..." The figure flashed past like a sword, and even though he dodged instantly, his arm was still slashed.

"Trespassing on the hunting grounds, a crime punishable by death!" Jin Chan said coldly, without pausing, turning back. The silver-white short sword in his hand gleamed in the moonlight, extremely sharp.

Bai Wushang didn't speak; his golden mask concealed his face, a smile playing on his lips. He had no intention of fleeing, and his figure darted into the forest.

Jin Chan relentlessly pursued him; the two figures, one white and one black, moved like dragons through the woods.

Bai Wushang appeared to be being chased, but in reality, he was quite adept. With a sudden flip, he moved close to the ground.

He remained silent, neither attacking nor drawing his sword, focusing solely on escape. Only in this way could he ensure his identity remained hidden; no one knew Jin Chan's abilities better than him!

He moved close to the ground, as Jin Chan charged headlong at him, his silver-white short sword thrusting straight at him!

He laughed, then flipped over, landing on the ground.

He pushed off with his legs, dodging the arrow with several rolls, then sprang into the air! Jin Chan used the ground as leverage to kick him fiercely, but missed. He flipped in mid-air, soaring over Jin Chan's head, casually glancing at the sky, intending to give up.

But then, Jin Chan pulled a signal flare from his sleeve, lit it, and hurled it at him!

His eyes turned cold, and he kicked it away, but it was too late. The flare exploded as it flew, sending sparks flying into the air—a unique item from the Qi Prince's residence!

He turned and fled, no more joking, his figure swift as the wind and as fast as lightning.

However, a large group of black-clad attendants swarmed in, pursuing them relentlessly. Jin Chan, as if startled, leaped up from the dense crowd of attendants, giving chase!

In a short while, they approached the camp. Bai Wushang frowned, his figure flashing as he disappeared into the darkness of the camp.

Jin Chan had no intention of disturbing the camp guards, personally leading several men in black to search the camp area.

A long, long time passed, but they found no trace of him.

"Master Jin, he shouldn't be in the camp anymore, right?" a black-clad attendant whispered.

"You all go check the outer perimeter; I'll go see if the Prince has returned," Jin Chan said.

"Master Jin, it's so late; it's best not to disturb the Prince. This matter is Eunuch Liu's responsibility, not ours," the attendant advised.

"Hmm. I know." Jin Chan murmured, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, then turned and left...

Separated by a wall, inside the tent, Murong Wei listened intently to the conversation outside, then looked suspiciously at Bai Wushang, who sat opposite her, exhausted from resting. She whispered, "You couldn't beat that one-eyed man?"

"No, my lord, I didn't speak, didn't attack, didn't even resist. I just kept running. I'm exhausted." Bai Wushang exaggeratedly feigned fatigue, lazily collapsing onto a fox fur pillow.

"He could recognize you?" Murong Wei asked suspiciously.

"Of course! My reputation is so great, my voice and actions are enough to make me unrecognizable!" Bai Wushang exclaimed.

Murong Wei looked disdainful, pursed her lips, and said, "You sleep. I'll sleep outside."

"Outside?" Bai Wushang narrowed his eyes, a dangerous aura emanating from him.

"The Thirteenth Master didn't come back tonight. He said he went to find weapons," Murong Wei explained.

“My lord, I wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with Weiwei…” Bai Wushang still narrowed his eyes, slowly approaching, the dangerous aura in his eyes intensifying.

“Could you…” Murong Wei said coldly, but before she could finish, Bai Wushang had already moved close to her, almost nose to nose, his lips almost touching hers, startling her into silence.

“Weiwei…” he suddenly softened his voice, the tone extremely ambiguous.

Murong Wei’s hands, which were bracing herself against the ground behind her, quickly reached for his chest, causing her to fall heavily to the ground, barely managing to create some distance. Her heart pounded wildly; this guy had made this kind of joke more than once, and she couldn’t tell if he was joking or serious.

“Weiwei…” he called her name again, seeing her as nervous as a rabbit, he suddenly moved closer.

Murong Wei immediately turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

His ambiguous voice rose again, “Weiwei… tomorrow in the hunting battle, you’ll encounter a big tree, remember the game I played with you today?”

After saying that, he vanished before she could even react, leaving behind only a teasing chuckle and... and the undeniable ambiguity that had truly existed in the air...

Three matches, all ending in a draw, meant everyone was eligible to participate in the deer hunt.

Legend has it that the deer is a sacred beast, a signifier of life; anyone who hunts it will have their lifespan shortened, while deer antlers, when used in medicine, can prolong life. Throughout

history, the emperors of the Xuanyuan dynasty placed the Autumn Hunt above all else. The most important aspect of the Autumn Hunt wasn't testing the princes' and grandsons' archery skills, but rather the deer hunt itself. Whoever hunted a deer and returned its antlers could request a favor from the emperor. As long as it didn't violate principles of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, and filial piety, the emperor would sincerely grant the emperor's request for the antlers.

This was the seventh day of the Autumn Hunt, and the three-day hunting competition was about to begin.

Participants would hunt deer and form groups, adhering to individualism and acting independently. While stopping short of a decisive moment, mutual exclusion was permitted to create more opportunities for themselves.

For the next three days, the main camp and the imperial palace will be completely closed off. The entire hunting ground will become a battlefield. The deer were released into the hunting grounds at the auspicious hour this morning, and no one knows whether they are currently in the woods, mountains, or grasslands.

Perhaps they will be lucky and encounter one right away, or perhaps they will be unlucky and not even see a shadow of one after three days.

The three-day time limit is legendary. It is said that since the Prince of Qi began participating in the hunting competition, he has never failed to capture a deer in a single year, and all three have been personally delivered by the Prince of Qi.

In the camp where hunting flags are waving, Xuan Yuanlie is not his usual lazy observer. He is now sitting upright on the main seat, his cold eyes scanning all the participants.

Everyone is dressed in cool riding attire, holding long whips. Led by the Prince of Qi, they are lined up facing Xuan Yuanlie, waiting for his order to set off!

"Listen up, everyone! From this moment until the deer antlers are brought to my feet, there is no distinction of rank or relationship among you. As long as it's done within reason, rely on your own abilities. Remember, you have only one goal: to bring the deer antlers to my feet. Whoever succeeds, as long as it doesn't violate the principles of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, and filial piety, I will grant their request!" Xuan Yuanlie declared loudly.

"Yes!" the crowd responded in unison. Murong Wei, Xuan Yuanli, and Ren Fan exchanged glances and encouragement.

Xuan Yuanlie nodded in satisfaction, abandoning his previous evasive tactics. He raised the bright yellow banner and announced loudly, "I hereby declare the hunt begins!"

Suddenly, the iron fence of the camp was carried away by the guards, the gates swung open, and Prince Qi and his entourage rode out. Murong Wei, Xuan Yuanli, and Ren Fan kept their eyes fixed on Prince Qi, maintaining a distance as they followed. However, they soon discovered that they weren't the only ones following Prince Qi; Gu Xizhi and Prime Minister Gu, Consort De and Yelü Lingrong, along with several other officials, were also present.

Yelü Lingrong might still have a competitive spirit, but the other three were definitely there to protect their master.

"Thirteenth Master, I heard from the princess that you went to prepare weapons last night. Why didn't I see you change weapons?" Ren Fan asked with a smile.

"Couldn't find them." Xuan Yuanli said irritably.

"How come you were gone all night? I couldn't find you when I came back." Murong Wei said timidly. This guy only returned when it got cold and was in a hurry to prepare. She didn't have time to ask any more questions.

"We'll owe you the drinking later. Anyway, if we win, you'll have to drink with me for three days and three nights." Xuan Yuanli said.

"Alright! As long as Thirteenth Master is happy!" Murong Wei smiled, took out a bow and arrow, and said, "Thirteenth Master, are you really going to use these bows and arrows?"

These bows and arrows were all uniformly issued and had their own codes. One arrow was not enough to kill a deer.

"Here, there are three here. It was not easy to sneak in. Aim carefully before you use them. I guarantee one arrow will kill a deer!" Xuan Yuanli said, taking out two sharp arrows, exactly the same as the ones they were issued, and each with its own mark.

"Hehe, Thirteenth Prince is indeed experienced." Ren Fan readily accepted.

"Thirteenth Prince is so thoughtful, thank you for your hard work." Murong Wei also flattered him, seeing Thirteenth Prince's tense face was even more unbearable than enduring his lion's roar.

Xuan Yuanli looked at her coldly, without saying a word.

"Your Highness, let's hurry on our way, Prince Qi and the others have gone far ahead." Ren Fan reminded him.

Xuan Yuanli still didn't speak.

"Thirteenth Prince, let's go." Murong Wei was a little timid, feeling guilty. She had indeed stood him up yesterday, although in the end he was the one who stood her up.

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you a secret!" Xuan Yuanli finally spoke, looking impatient.

Murong Wei and Ren Fan looked at each other, then leaned closer.

"Those people ahead, and us, I guarantee we won't be able to get close to Seventh Brother. I estimate he'll shake us off in no time." Xuan Yuanli said.

Murong Wei and Ren Fan nodded in unison.

“Seventh Brother will go to the end of the hunting grounds and find a huge tree. That tree is enormous, and it’s always been called a sacred tree. Tender grass even grows on its branches. The deer will definitely graze there for the next three days!” Xuan Yuanli lowered his voice.

“Doesn’t anyone know about this?” Murong Wei asked suspiciously.

Xuan Yuanli shook his head and said, “No one has ever known where Seventh Brother hunted the deer. I’ve participated a few times, but I couldn’t keep up with him. I only found out by secretly asking my father.”

“No wonder. Otherwise, how could we find anything in such a large hunting ground without any clues!” Ren Fan exclaimed.

“That tree isn’t easy to roam in. It’s densely covered with leaves. Competing with Seventh Brother without scaring away the deer won’t be easy. You should be prepared!” Xuan Yuanli said, carefully taking out two very sharp daggers from his quiver. “These are enough to cut down a tree trunk the size of a bowl in one stroke. Hide them well.”

Murong Wei and Ren Fan were slightly surprised and quickly put their hands down.

Xuan Yuanli continued searching, and after a while, he pulled out another universal hook, which he handed to Murong Wei, saying, "Take this with you; you'll need it."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Murong Wei gladly accepted, although she already had one hidden in her sleeve.

"Your Highness, are there any more?" Ren Fan asked timidly.

Xuan Yuanli continued digging, pulling out a large handful of darts. "You know how to use darts, right? These are most effective in trees."

Murong Wei smiled and accepted them, somewhat helpless. She wondered what kind of beating Xuan Yuanli would give her if he saw her weapon!

"Let's go, let's shake off the people behind us first, and meet at the end of the hunting grounds, okay?" Murong Wei said hurriedly.

"There are two paths, left and right. Weiwei, come with me to the right. We're not familiar with these roads, so we can look out for each other," Ren Fan said, dressed in a gray soldier's riding uniform, his face covered in dust, smiling—he really did look simple-minded.

"You go to the right, it's settled!" Xuan Yuanli said, not giving Ren Fan a chance to object, and abruptly spurred Murong Wei's horse, forcing her to go.

Soon, Xuan Yuanli caught up, tossing her a large bag of dry rations, saying, "This food is essential to catch a deer on the first day. Hide it well!"

Without waiting for her, he spurred his horse and galloped forward.

Murong Wei was filled with mixed emotions. She hurriedly caught up, galloping without a moment's rest. Emerging from a grove of trees, they began winding through mountain paths. Xuan Yuanli still didn't slow his horse; at this speed, he had already left those behind far behind.

He seemed intent on reaching the end of the hunting grounds in one go, which suited her perfectly. If she could arrive before the Prince of Qi, she would gain an advantage!

After galloping for half a day without a drop of water, they finally saw a towering tree standing alone on the plains ahead. Its canopy was as large as three large camps, and countless roots drooped to the ground, forming the trunk. It was an ancient banyan tree!

On the vast grassland, it stood like a solitary warrior who had stood for millennia!

"It's there," Xuan Yuanli finally stopped, panting.

"Don't stop, let's go!" Murong Wei said calmly, filled with amazement, spurring her horse forward several times.

The tree was right in front of her, yet she had raced until sunset before finally reaching its base. The journey felt like reaching the end of the world.

Standing beneath the tree, Murong Wei immediately felt her own insignificance; even the smallest branch was taller than her! One could easily run freely on the trunk without worrying about falling!

Looking up, she saw a dense canopy of branches and leaves overhead. Sure enough, tender green grass grew on the countless thick trunks—or rather, tender leaves, all new life!

"Such tender leaves! No wonder the deer come!" Murong Wei exclaimed.

Xuan Yuanli, however, remained motionless, head tilted back, his face serious, seemingly lost in thought.

Murong Wei turned around, packed her things, hurriedly drove the two horses away, slung her bow and arrows over her shoulder, and hid her whip and grappling hook in the night. Touching the short spear in her sleeve, she was alert and ready for battle. "Thirteenth Prince, let's wait in the tree!" she said.

Xuan Yuanli suddenly covered her mouth, his expression terrifyingly serious. "It's up there!"

Murong Wei was startled and quickly looked in his direction, but saw only dense branches and tree trunks; nothing else.

"Hide! Don't make any rash moves. If you scare it away, it'll be hard to find!" Xuan Yuanli whispered, slowly releasing Murong Wei's mouth.

Just then, the clatter of hooves approached. The two turned sharply and saw a figure in white slowly stop outside the treetops. It was none other than Prince Qi!

He took out his bow, drew it fully, and stood guard outside, seemingly having anticipated the appearance of the deer!

"How did he know!" Xuan Yuanli whispered.

“They’re hoof prints,” Murong Wei whispered, glancing at a strange string of large hoof prints to the side! The Père David’s

deer, also known as the “four unlikes,” has a head and face like a horse, antlers like a deer, a neck like a camel, a tail like a donkey, and broad hooves—it’s easily recognizable!

“What do we do?” Xuan Yuanli asked.

“It’s good that they’ve appeared; that makes things easier!” Murong Wei’s eyes narrowed. She threw down her bow and arrows, glanced at the Prince of Qi, and whispered, “Thirteenth Prince, you’re in charge of trapping the deer in the tree; I’ll shoot them!”

“Your bow and arrows?” Xuan Yuanli exclaimed in surprise.

“Don’t worry!” Murong Wei said, climbing the tree with nimble, practiced movements, quickly reaching a high position. “Thirteenth Prince, let’s begin!”

Xuan Yuanli was puzzled, but immediately went into focus, fully alert, his attention highly concentrated. He took a few steps back, surveyed his surroundings, and drew his bow with arrows at full capacity!

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a loud bang rang out, as if something had shot upwards with incredible speed and destructive force, causing leaves to flutter down. At the same time, a tremendous commotion came from the dense foliage to Xuan Yuanli's right, as if something had been disturbed!

Xuan Yuanli and Murong Wei looked over simultaneously, but they couldn't see the creature's entire body; only a strange antler was visible, rapidly darting to the left.

Without a word, Xuan Yuanli stepped back from the tree and chased after it to the left.

Murong Wei narrowed her eyes, a cold glint in her eyes—a glint not seen on her lips for a very long time—curling up to a sharp reflex. She gripped the tree trunk with one hand, holding a short gun in the other, but didn't fire; instead, she ran after the commotion!

With few bullets left, she had to hit it with a single shot!

She chased after them, weaving through branches and leaves, as if the scene from last night were playing out again. The deer remained hidden among the foliage, not yet appearing. All she could see were the constant rustling sounds from within the branches. She leaped and bounded, darting left and right, her pistol alternating between her hands as she clung to the tree trunk.

Suddenly, the rustling stopped!

She was now hooked up to the tree trunk, inverted, gun in hand, aiming directly at the protruding part of the branches.

"Bang...whoosh..." Without hesitation, she fired, the bullet whistling sharply through the leaves.

She didn't stop; a second shot followed immediately, "Bang!"

Every shot hit its mark; she clearly saw the creature fall through the dense foliage!

Below the tree, Xuan Yuanli caught up, looked up, and suddenly shouted, "Weiwei, it's not dead! It's escaping down!"

As he spoke, he fired several arrows in quick succession, yet none of his archery skills hit!

Fortunately, the arrows still had an effect, forcing the deer to flee in another direction!

"Weiwei, to the left!" he shouted, circling around the perimeter while keeping an eye on the Qi King further out!

Several meters high, the banyan tree held her for a moment. Without hesitation, she didn't use her all-purpose hook; she simply covered her head and leaped down, her body tumbling over countless branches and leaves. After several somersaults, she finally managed to grab hold of the tree, hanging there. Without catching her breath, she swayed sharply and landed firmly on the opposite tree trunk, but no longer fired her guns easily.

She had underestimated the deer's abilities. Even if neither arrow hit a vital spot, it would certainly be injured after being hit twice; how could this thing still have the strength to escape!

This meant that with limited bullets, she had to aim for vital organs!

Suddenly, the movement stopped!

A part of the creature emerged from the dense foliage, and the surroundings fell silent, save for the rustling of falling leaves.

Murong Wei listened intently and clearly heard rapid breathing. Her eyes turned cold, and in an instant, she vanished without a trace.

At the same time, movement slowly arose from the dense foliage. Two strangely shaped antlers slowly, slowly emerged, followed by a long, hairy face resembling that of a horse.

The surroundings were silent except for the sound of falling leaves. Murong Wei was nowhere to be seen, and Xuan Yuanli, on the perimeter, dared not make a move!

Gradually, gradually, a horse's face, antlers, a camel's neck, and a donkey's tail were revealed—a true hybrid, a deer!

Two wounds on its rump bled profusely, but this seemed to mean nothing to it. Its large, black eyes, like copper bells, showed no docility, no fear, only ferocity!

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