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An hour later.

The cook's willow-like eyebrows were crossed as she grabbed on the wanton skin. Frustrated, she stuck her hands to her waist.

Billows of smoke wafted in the kitchen, as though someone had set fire to it, or the burning of a murdered corpse had just happened.

Under the stove and behind the pile of firewood, there was a moment of rustling before a person with distinct facial features crawled out, and he coughed while he dusted off his expensive light purple robes. Those robes were so black the original color could no longer be seen. That person held a piece of firewood in a dignified manner, and he frowned gracefully as he investigated why he could handle his inner energy and war situations, but not control a simple fire in the kitchen?

Meng Fuyao looked up dejectedly.

'Look at how bad his life skills are. If someone were to disguise as him and replace his position, how will he survive in the wilderness?'

But as she looked on, she felt happy - she finally found something that the Crown Prince couldn't do. Meng Fuyao thought that he could handle anything from destroying a nation to sewing.

Looking at her expression, Zhangsun Wuji knew what she was thinking of, and he walked over to pull her away. ”It's hot by the stove, you might be overwhelmed by the steam. I'll cook the wanton, and you can light the fire.”

Meng Fuyao gave him a look of despise. 'Some people just have to act lovey-dovey even when they're manipulating others,' she thought.

Moments later.

”Zhangsun Wuji are you cooking wanton or porridge… Ah, where's my wanton? Even the skin is gone…”

An hour later, after finishing up the rotten wantons, Meng Fuyao climbed onto her bed. As she climbed, she complained to the guinea pig. ”What a painful life I have. I have to go to war soon, which is sucking away my strength, energy and good spirits, and I still have to cook, clean up and make supper at midnight. Who am I indebted to…”

The guinea pig answered, ”Squeak squeak (you brought it upon yourself).”

The ill-fated one indeed lived a tough life. She had just laid down when there was a sudden and thundering nose from afar that caused the ground to vibrate. The golden hooks on the bed dangled erratically, producing clicking bell sounds, and then, there were loud bangs on a door. Meng Fuyao sat up and wore her robes, and was just in time to see an enormous fire at the western side of the city.

”The Black Dragon Army is invading the city-”

Meng Fuyao dashed to high ground and looked at the crimson color in the horizon, muttering, ”He came so quickly. Does he not care about his life!?”

Almost instantly, there was a sharp shrill as an arrow shot straight towards the clouds amid the fire, with such a strong piercing force that it resembled a rocket tearing the heavens into two parts. A moment later, the gigantic arrow burst in mid-air and a banner miraculously appeared in the explosion. It showed a black dragon that swerved among the lightning bolts and layers of clouds, with sharp fangs and dramatic claws. The dark red banner was distorted as it flowed in the blast, causing the black dragon to seem as if it was ready to trample the ground with a suffocating force!

There was an uproar in the city as the people were taken aback by the powerful and impending Black Dragon army. Countless people dashed onto the streets and gazed at the sky in a daze.

Only Meng Fuyao stayed at high ground, and with her amazing eyesight, she caught sight of the banner that appeared for a moment before it disappeared into the darkness. There were a few gigantic characters written on the banner in large globs of ink.

”Here I am!”

”Here I am!” He used to shout.

This was the one-and-only Zhan Beiye's style of communication - especially used to inform Meng Fuyao.

Meng Fuyao looked up at the sky that was dyed a crimson shade because of the fire, and at the black dragon that faded into the center of the clouds, and her eyes shone as she smiled.

From the True Martial Arts Meet to the drama on the court, it took her half a year of diligent work to slowly pave her way up. Today, she had finally captured the core of Heaven Demon's strength - a third of its military power - and became a close confidante. The pledge that she had made when Zhan Beiye left was going to be realized!

But she had more important things to do now. How could she let the lack of the last effort spoil the mountain that she had built until now?

She walked down and changed her clothes, ready to leave. Behind her, someone called out. ”I'll accompany you.”

It was Yun Hen's voice.

Meng Yao turned around. Against the backdrop of the distant blaze, his eyes were clear and bright. Looking at Meng Fuyao, he said, ”The Crown Prince is injured, and it isn't suitable for his identity to be exposed. Mr. Zong is not free either. Let me go with you.”

Seeing that she stayed quiet, Yun Hen added, ”I received many letters from my family in Taiyuan asking me to go back. But I didn't, because I have been waiting for this day. I'll wait for your plan to succeed and then leave in peace.”