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It was Zhan Beiye's overindulgent love for Little Seven that had caused him to be this wilful and arrogant. And in the end, he let them shoulder the painful consequences. How much of a selfish leader he was!

At the break of dawn, Zhan Beiye stood there in the chilly autumn wind. In that one night, he was devastated and haggard.

Beside him, Ji Yu watched him as tears slowly welled up.

Zhan Beiye did not look at anyone, he merely stood there silently. When the soldiers that were dispatched to search for Meng Fuyao in her residence came back to report that her house was empty, the lights in his eyes dimmed.

He then personally walked down that dark tunnel and stood in front of that hidden door. With all his might, he shattered the stone wall with his palm! The pieces of stones flew vengefully.

”Fuyao, where are you!”

Dahan; Eternal Era, 9th December. Dahan's one and only King Pan went missing after the ceremony. The reason for it was a thoughtless remark and an innocent goal.

Everyone in Dahan entered a frantic state where they urgently searched for Meng Fuyao. Though the news that King Han was missing was kept a secret, everyone in the country, regardless of province, searched for a young lad that ”enjoyed disguise that has a white rat and a black skin guard (this guard might disguise too)”. With such vague information, it was like searching a needle in a haystack and had left many scratching their heads. Even neighboring countries received Emperor Han's documents - he would seldom bother with all these diplomatic talks - that were very politely, discussing the weather, the economics, and the policies. He would then casually bring up his main point, writing at the bottom that if ”your country finds a young man is like this, please do inform us. I would be very grateful… ”

To be very honest, with such a method of searching, the new emperor of Dahan was certainly pitiful—even after flipping every stone in the country, he still could not find the person. Taking the desperate measure, he could only list Meng Fuyao as being ”wanted” in the Five Regions Continent. Whether or not he could find that heartless person, it was all dependant on his luck.

Dahan Eternal Era, the year where history was rewritten and the country that experienced an exchange of fire where blood washed its lands finally regained its peace on the surface. On the other hand, its neighboring country Xuanyuan was about to experience a stormy situation as a result of one's arrival.

Xuanyuan, Zhao Ning year 12, prosperous and peaceful.

At the borders of Xuanyuan Nation, a young man in black, with a white guinea pig squatting on his shoulder, smiled gleefully as he looked slyly in the direction of the city gates.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she patted the shoulder of the honest and sincere man beside her, whispering, ”Look, a beauty!”

It was, indeed a beauty.

A few days ago, Meng Fuyao even had the honor to observe that unparalleled body of a beauty.

This Prince Meng that had time-traveled from the future prided herself on seeing the beauty of man all over magazines and having an in-depth understanding of the aesthetics of the human body. Even such a person could not stop herself from salivating and thinking about it, going to show the extent of the allure of this beauty.

Meng Fuyao's tiny universe sparkled and shone as her thoughts ran wild but yet, she took a step back.

Tie Cheng hugged his sword as he looked at his owner oddly. 'That expression was of one eager to jump forward, but that action was one to run away. What does she want to do?'

Guard Tie had never once been worried about the chastity of his owner—since none of the people around her were of any good. The crown prince was scheming, Emperor Han, domineering, Zong Yue, cruel, Yun Hen… Yun Hen had never liked him—don't ask the reason why no one knew.

Was there anyone in the world that would be worthy of Meng Fuyao? Guard Tie's answer would always be a resolute 'no'.

Meng Fuyao made eye contact with Tie Cheng and giggled. This fellow would never understand that she had used her entire life's experience - accumulated with blood, sweat, and tears - to derive this irrefutable formula: Beauty = trouble, with the level of trouble being proportionate to how beautiful one was.

In front of her was a beauty donned in black. He stood with his hands at the back near a bun store as he looked at the night sky beyond the borders of Xuanyuan Nation. Black seemed to fit him like a glove as the slim body of his emanated strength and calmness, like the night sky that silently and instantly permeated the lands. He himself seemed to enjoy wearing the body suit as well, with not a single piece of unnecessary fabric. It was obvious that it was not to show off that stunning figure of his, but rather, for convenience.

Meng Fuyao could almost imagine that once this agile, streamlined figure, once it completely disappeared into the darkness, would definitely be like the sharpest, smoothest and the most fitting dagger that one would ever have. It would, in an instant, cut across miles of darkness without any hindrance, like a sharp pair of scissors gliding across a soft, gentle silk fabric.

Without obstruction, with the fastest speed.

This person's occupation was definitely a killer.

Meng Fuyao squatted in a corner, far away, observing how the beautiful killer would enter Xuanyuan as the security at the borders of Xuanyuan was extremely strict. The buildings were tall and broad, heavily guarded. Without a decree, no one could enter. That being said, Meng Fuyao actually had the decree to enter Xuanyuan, but she only had one and Tie Cheng this fellow refused to leave her side. To force her way in under broad daylight would be unlike the usual low-profile actions of the great Meng Fuyao—she always preferred killing at night.

Meng Fuyao initially wanted to secretly enter Xuanyuan Nation tonight. Who could have thought that she would run into that beauty and watching his stunning back, she knew that he didn't have that useless decree. And so, she was determined to find out what methods he would use to get into Xuanyuan Nation.

In the night, that figure remained unmoved.

And then, he suddenly floated like a falling leaf.

He floated to the top of the city walls and with great precision, passed through the walls where no light shone - a blind spot - and gently stuck himself to the walls, camouflaging with the black walls.