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He did not know the identity of the person - Zhan Beiye had worn layers of human-skin masks, spoke very little and changed his pitch. More importantly, he and his brothers rarely met due to resentment. They were not even considered acquaintances.

In the eyes of the Zhan brothers, Meng Fuyao and this stranger were a pair of subordinates who came to take revenge for Zhan Beiye and rescue Consort Dowager.

Zhan Beiye smirked, ”Only the Zhan royal family can bully the weak, but others can't?”

At that moment, the Dark Wind Horses had fallen into formation and dashed into the Palace to receive Zhan Beiye. The murderous aura of the horses could travel miles away, but when ordered to stop, the horses braked neatly and cleanly.

The front two of the pack came over, and they were both teens with superb riding skills. One of them was clean and sharp in his movements, with a wild and deadly aura. The other had eyes that looked like the night sky, and it was not hard to tell that he was a handsome lad even from a far distance.

When Meng Fuyao saw that person, she almost blurted out in shock.

'Yun Heng!'

'What is he doing here?'

Yunheng first saw Meng Fuyao's horrified expression. He was dumbfounded at first, but his eyes traveled across Meng Fuyao's beaten face and looked into her eyes.

Then, his eyes lit up brightly. Those dark eyeballs were like meteorites; once they brightened, they were as beautiful as a glass filled with all the stars in the sky.

Meng Fuyao knew that he recognized her and she immediately showcased a perfect one-and-a-half-teeth smile.

Yun Heng scrutinized her face again. He sighed in resignation and walked over to Zhan Beiye to bring Consort Dowager away. She instinctively wanted to avoid his touch, but Zhan Beiye gently whispered in her ear, ”He's my brother.”

This line made her stand still and allowed Yun Heng to touch her. A group of Dark Wind Horses promptly rode over and escorted them away.

Meng Fuyao's eyes sparkled. She had always felt that Zhan Beiye had magical strength which was beyond the limits of a figurehead Prince. For example, how did the Dark Wind Horses use such advanced equipment? One needed not only money but also connections, to obtain supreme arrows, top-tiered armour, and precious thunder crash bombs. Zhan Nancheng definitely did not give him these, and his salary was pathetically meager, so how did he get all these things?

Also, how did the Dark Wing Horses hide in Pandu, when security was so tight? How did they quickly receive the news to gather? They seemed to have a detailed plan to rescue Consort Dowager, so where did they stay in the City?

How many hidden forces exactly had his grandfather given him?

However, this was not the right time to question. Meng Fuyao met Yun Heng's concerned gaze, and she smiled. Turning to Cloud Soul, she suggested, ”Senior, it's really too petrifying to fight in the City. Why don't we go to the outskirts to fight?”

Cloud Soul nodded in a daze. Her attention was on the fading moonlight, which she stared at with sadness.

Then, Little Seven whispered to Zhan Beiye, who quickly added on, ”There is a space in the western suburbs of the Fallen Phoenix Mountain, and it is suitable for battle.”

Cloud Soul nodded again as she continued to look at the sky casually. She did not feel that these two young juniors could escape from her palms.

Zhan Beiye then reminded the vice-captain, Little Seven, to lead the Dark Wind Horses to retreat. That young lad crossed his arms and said, ”I refuse. There must be some people following you.”

Zhan Beiye was about to reject, but that lad added, ”To bring back your corpses.”

Meng Fuyao chortled - Zhan Beiye was too embarrassing a Prince. Her chuckle had not yet subsided, but Yun Heng suddenly neared her, and a certain Lord slowly crawled out of his sleeve.

Now it was Meng Fuyao's turn to be embarrassed. 'Wasn't Lord Yuan Bao sleeping in the inn? They went to the inn?'

With great skill, the guinea pig scurried his way up to her shoulder. Holding her face in his paws, he meticulously peered at her broken tooth, broken finger and disheveled face. His protective ”only me and my master can bully this woman” sentiment suddenly erupted, and he turned to the nearest person, Zhan Nancheng, whom he straightaway identified as the culprit. Leaping into the air, he showcased a ”backward somersault with a 180-degree split”.

Immediately, a light-red mark of a claw appeared on Zhan Nancheng's face, and interestingly, it looked complimentary with the five finger mark that Meng Fuyao gave him.

The guinea pig's gym session was not yet over. He pounced on Zhan Nancheng's head, shamelessly digging away all the gemstones on the Nine Dragons Jade Crown. Plucking these priceless gems down, he placed them all in Meng Fuyao's sleeve.