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"Young Master, ahead of us is Zhilan City. We can see the city gates now!"

Yesterday, Xuanyuan Qiyuan had gathered with the people who had come to pay their respects. Today, everyone had followed the large group towards Zhilan City.

Feng Er's eyes were filled with the joy of being at his age. After all, although she was from Zhilan City, she had never been to the Imperial City before. Now that he was about to enter the Imperial City, the joy in his heart couldn't be suppressed either. Thinking of the ceremonies taught to Senior Servant Fei in the palace and the fact that they were going to be used in actual ceremonies, she couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

On the other hand, Qi Yuan's face was cloudy. When he thought about the blood case of the people of Wu Village, he couldn't calm down no matter how hard he tried.

The Gu Gang couple were only the executors. The real mastermind had to be someone from the Imperial City. Although he had investigated most of the situation during these two years, he still could not figure out why King Zhilan would so crazily send people to massacre the entire village.

Years ago, he vaguely sensed that those people had been searching for something in the Wu Village. After the people from the village were killed, everyone's residences were turned upside down by them.

Even many of the ancient trees in the village were cut down. Clearly, those people had been searching for something that was extremely important to them.

Just what kind of thing could cause Zhilan to kill wantonly? This question had always been unclear. The reason why he recommended this mission was to investigate the reason behind the incident.

He originally thought that his heart would be calm and able to face everything, but when it came to this villain, his heart was still filled with unavoidable grief and indignation.

At this moment, hatred filled the sky. He couldn't wait to behead his enemy.

"Wow, there are a lot of people wearing sabers or swords coming and going here. It seems like the people here are good at fighting."

Feng'er's sighing voice rang out from the window. Qi Yuan's thoughts were pulled back as he followed Feng'er to look out at the street. One had to say, this Zhilan Kingdom really was a martial artist.

Half the men on the street were armed. Most of them were tall and powerful. Many of them had very high noses and had dark red hair. When they looked at Haoran Nation's group, many of them had a hint of disdain in their eyes.

It was for no other reason but because the Haoran Kingdom people were much smaller and thinner compared to the Zhilan Kingdom's people.

There was also the point that Zhilan was a secretive martial artist, as well as a secretive literary person. Usually, there would always be conflicts between the two. Cultivators looked down on the literary person, but the literary person felt that the martial artist was too vulgar and could not be enlightened.

When they saw Feng'er and Chu Zhaoyang in the carriage of the Haoran Kingdom, those tall and rude people burst out laughing.

Loud discussions could be heard, "Look! A small country like the Haoran Kingdom has no one to show off to. They actually sent a little baby doll as an ambassador!"

"Yeah, yeah, there's really no one else here. Such a young child is even younger than the one in my arms. My family is still nursing at the age of six, those two will definitely be the same! " A woman with a child in her arms laughed in agreement. In her arms, a half-grown child was still sucking her milk. From time to time, he would cast a curious glance at Feng'er who was standing not too far away.

"Aiya, don't underestimate me. I heard that I can shoot tigers at the age of five. Although this child is only eight years old, he is definitely not to be underestimated. " Although an old man was also smiling, he still had more experience, so he opened his mouth to stop the onlookers from laughing loudly.

"It's a pity that his words immediately drew the laughter of all the onlookers." Old man, I say you better go to the side. I believe it's just an exaggeration that such a young child can shoot a tiger. The eighth prince of Zhilan, the country with the most supernatural ability, can only shoot tigers when he is ten years old. You're still drinking milk at the age of five! " Zhilan was a furtive martial artist, and had always had conditions in this house. She would always invite a wet nurse to feed the children, so it wasn't strange for there to be kids at the age of five who drank milk.

"Humph, a three year old who wrote a poem and shot a tiger at the age of five, I believe that this is absolutely an exaggeration. That stupid kid, you're actually so brave. Why don't you come down and fight with us? Let us see just what kind of heaven's pride level genius you are!"

When he came to meet the ceremonial officer of the hotel, his face was impassive. He did not speak to stop him, nor did he berate the vulgar. In his eyes, there was a hint of ridicule as he drove past Kai Yuan and Feng Er.

It was clear that they were conniving those people to do whatever they wanted. Seeing such a situation, Feng'er was so angry that her teeth itched. A pair of small fists were clenched tightly. Following closely behind him, Ming Wen Li also frowned when she heard this. They all looked at Kai Yuan in anticipation, hoping that he would be able to suppress the arrogance of these people.

However, these people didn't seem to care at all about what was happening inside the car.

Feng Er looked at him pleadingly from time to time. She looked at him several times until someone threw in a dish. Then, she couldn't bear it anymore and opened her mouth. Prime Minister, are we really going to endure their provocation? "Feng'er, I hate you so much!" He hated himself for being a woman and not having learned any martial arts. If there was, he would definitely go and teach those people a lesson.

"Hmph …" "Little brat, aren't you shooting tigers at the age of five? Do you dare to come down and fight with me?"