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Xiao Zhihe followed behind Steward Feng and was not idle at all. She looked around, and was secretly surprised at the grandeur and grandeur of this strange manor. Steward Feng who was walking in front, suddenly turned around as if she was filled with curiosity, and stopped in her tracks. This man with a pair of sharp hawk eyes looked at the lady behind him thoughtfully and asked calmly. Is there anything Consort Xiao wants to ask?

Ah?! No, no! I have nothing to ask! Continue leading the way, continue... Xiao Zhihe laughed like a fake flower, cold sweat secretly crawling all over her back. After hesitating for a while, she still scratched the back of her head and laughed dryly. That … You said the emperor was waiting for me... Your Majesty is also here?

Steward Feng stood motionlessly in front of her, his expression did not change much, and he slightly narrowed his eagle-like eyes, his tone hesitating. Consort Xiao, you, do not know that His Majesty is at Zuo Mansion?

So this place is called Zuo Mansion, Xiao Zhihe quickly remembered this name.

When she saw that the man was asking her a lot of questions, she realized that her question was inappropriate, and she smiled, wanting to change the subject. No, no, no, I know, of course I know! Hurry up and go, don't make the emperor and the others anxious …

Xiao Zhihe, this king sees that you are getting bolder and bolder, look at how you are dressed!

Suddenly, he heard a familiar commanding shout. Xiao Zhihe's heart skipped a beat, before he even turned his head back, the man wearing the white robes, who looked expensive, had already angrily walked forward and grabbed her arm. His black eyes were pressing down on her, his hair was disheveled, and he wasn't even wearing shoes. Nonsense!

I didn't... Xiao Zhihe subconsciously wanted to refute, but when she looked up at the man's gloomy face, she immediately swallowed her words back, and quietly muttered: I know I was wrong.

When Steward Feng saw everything, he was very surprised when he compared it to his previous attitude. Sensing that something was off, he chose to remain calm and observe his concubine, who was admitting her mistakes in front of him. Emperor Xun snorted coldly as he admitted his wrongs quickly. He glanced at the woman's bare, black feet on the floor and frowned in disgust.

You!" You are a germaphobe... "AHH!" Accompanying Xiao Shihe's cry of alarm, Emperor Xun swiftly and cleanly lifted her up into the air. The man frowned, his expression dark. Shut up.

You get dirtier when you talk. The Emperor Xun carried Xiao Zhihe and walked forward. After walking a few steps, he seemed to have thought of something, and turned his head to look at Steward Feng who was respectfully bowing and greeting him, and said indifferently, Feng Aiqing did not need to follow. Just now, someone came to report that a murder had occurred in the manor.

The coachman of the second prince, Jedabu, was killed, and his corpse was eaten. Besides that, there were many other suspicious points … Go and check it out.

Steward Feng quickly took off his hat and knelt on one knee, lowering his head and saying, This lowly subordinate will accept the decree, and will not disappoint His Majesty.

Xiao Zhihe memorized the master's name. She wrapped her arms around Emperor Xun's neck, and after being led away, she stuck her head out, and slowly stood up towards the official supporting her knees, and silently watched the Emperor Xun's back as she mouthed to him.

Steward Feng quietly watched until the two figures disappeared around the corner of the long corridor. His hands, which were covered by black gloves, were placed vertically on either side of his body. At some point, he couldn't help but clench them tightly. His slightly pale lips lightly repeated, 'Feng...' Minister?

To think that he would claim that the person in charge of the Internal Affairs Bureau was Minister Feng and not Steward Feng, even saying that he was a former Palace Maid of the Internal Affairs Hall...

There was definitely something fishy about this Consort Xiao.

"Beep, beep ~ ~ ~"

The jade pendant on her waist flipped with the wind, letting out a crisp sound as it chased after the plume.

On the other side of the road, tens of thousands of kilometers away from the ancient Zuo Mansion, was the Wu Clan Residence.

If it were not for the fact that you are a half-immortal, I, Bei Huansheng, would not have interfered in your trouble.

In a pitch black sealed room, a man dressed in a fiery-red robe was lazily lying on a soft bed with exquisite carved walls. He had a curly head of fluffy silver hair that was like the stars in the galaxy hanging down his back. His slender fingers were playing with a bloody eyeball. I saved your life, but all you have to do is give me an eyeball.

From the darkness, a pair of leather boots jingled. The wide black top hat covered most of the newcomer's face. The half of his face that was exposed to the air was pale. His eye sockets were empty and a line of black blood flowed down from his eye sockets. The man clenched his fist and knelt down, his voice hoarse and tired. It was all thanks to the clever plans of his Wu Clan that I was able to create an illusion in advance and escape from the mouth of the Eastern Emperor Behemoth with my life. This little one's life was given by the Wu Clan Elder. From today onwards, I am willing to go through thick and thin for the Wu Clan Elder without any hesitation.

Hmph, with just you? A pure Half Immortal, with a lousy circus in his hands, how much ability could he have to be loyal to me? Bei Huansheng smirked as the corner of her eyes sparkled with enchanting tears. Her ice-cold eyes flowed under his pure white eyelashes, truly a piece of trash. He couldn't even escape, and in the end, his whereabouts were still exposed. The fellow in the way immediately sensed the soul power flowing through the Patriarch's body … What do I need you for!

Bei Huansheng only needed to think back to what Wu Zhiya had said to him in the fire phoenix mirror: "That Half Immortal has escaped from the southeastern part of the sect. You're not going to chase after him?" The scene made his grind his teeth so much that he wanted to crush the mirror with his foot. Wu Zhiya... Why are you stronger than me?! You're just a merciless, heartless monster that was created! You... What right do you have to know my chess and spoil my game!

The Half Immortal looked at the silver-haired man crazily, covering his other eye and cautiously moving to the side, not saying another word. Bei Huansheng scolded for a while, when he suddenly raised his neck and swallowed the warm eyeball in his hand. It was only when he stopped chewing that the man with silver hair started to calm down.

He waved his hand in the darkness, his voice full of laughter and a faint chill. Go away, and don't let this patriarch see your face again.

In the end, a Half Immortal was only a Half Immortal, something that was out of the ordinary. This Patriarch isn't interested in pure Immortal energy and soul power.

The man in the top hat didn't say anything. He bowed deeply at the back of the man on the soft couch, took out a gargoyle lock from his sleeve, and muttered a curse. A white mist rose from the floor, and the man's body was soon wrapped in it. As the mist became fainter, only the faint outline of a white, flat human figure could be seen. Huu – A hot wind suddenly rushed into the airtight room, and in a short while, the mist was blown away.

Just like that, the one-eyed man in a hat disappeared from the room.