extravagant dynasty

In the spring of 1360, during the Tianqi Dynasty, Emperor Long Qingtian celebrated his fortieth birthday. The entire palace was adorned
with lanterns and colorful decorations, a scene of bustling activity.

Red carpets inlaid with gold thread covered not only the main thoroughfares of the palace but also the entire imperial city
, creating a festive atmosphere.

Large red lanterns hung from every palace, red ribbons obscuring the
exquisitely . Red
characters for "longevity" were pasted on the doors, windows, and pillars.

As the next day was Emperor Qingtian's birthday, the palace was filled with busy eunuchs and maids
, the constant chatter of older eunuchs and maids calling to younger ones filling the air. Even the usually
stern imperial guards were drawn in to help with the preparations for the upcoming state banquet.

Jar after jar of fragrant wine was unearthed from the palace's cellars. Even the sealed
jars emitted an intoxicating aroma.

The rich fragrance made the palace guards who were helping to prepare it extremely envious, but they only looked on with longing; they dared
not entertain any thoughts. Not only were palace guards forbidden from drinking alcohol, but these century-old wines were reserved for entertaining
royalty nobles, and high-ranking officials—not something they were allowed to touch.

Slender young eunuchs, under the direction of several older eunuchs, busied themselves hanging various lanterns,
red ribbons, and pasting large red "longevity" characters. Occasionally, the older eunuchs' scolding could be heard.

The beautiful young palace maids were also busy. Various exquisite decorations, royal birthday robes, and
the palace lights kept these girls frantically busy, yet their faces rarely showed such pure
smiles.

At the tender age of youth, these women, unable to enjoy their precious
years of innocence like girls from ordinary families, perhaps only find a fleeting moment of
joy in the midst of lavish state banquets.

The grand birthday celebrations add a touch of chaos to the otherwise rigidly orderly palace, but also bring a breath of fresh air to the otherwise
chillingly quiet inner palace.

Perhaps this is precisely what the royal family needs. As the saying goes, "the higher you climb, the colder it gets." Holding supreme power,
they are accustomed to issuing commands and wielding life and death, but they have lost the normal interaction between ordinary people.
The coldness of interpersonal relationships makes them feel a bit chilly, so they resort to extremely extravagant banquets to
compensate for their inexplicable lack of liveliness.

Thinking about this, perhaps the saying "behind the vermilion gates, meat and wine go to waste, while on the road, frozen corpses lie" can be
somewhat understood. Perhaps those emperors in history who loved lavish banquets and were fond of grand achievements weren't necessarily interested in or
enjoying the extravagance of the feasts, but rather in the lively atmosphere that they longed for after living in the palace for so long.

The imperial palace was bustling with activity, with only the emperor's and his concubines' palaces offering a semblance of
tranquility.

However, one place stood eerily quiet:

Lingyue Palace!

This magnificent palace was strangely deserted, not only during the daytime,
but also without a single guard, maid, or eunuch.

The silence around the palace was frightening!

Perhaps only those with exceptional martial arts skills would notice that while the palace perimeter appeared empty, a
faint aura of danger emanated from some dark corners, as if approaching would invite merciless
slaughter!

The palace exterior was eerily quiet, but upon entering the outer gates, a series of intoxicating
breaths mingled with the lewd sounds of flesh colliding, weaving a
symphony of passionate lovemaking!

If the people inside the palace heard this, they would be terrified. This was not
the palace of any of the emperor's concubines, but the residence of Princess Lingyue, the emperor's most beloved concubine.

Princess Lingyue is the current emperor's only unmarried daughter, and the legitimate
daughter of Empress Chu Fengrou. She is the youngest princess, having just turned twenty-nine this year, a perfect age for marriage.

Princess Lingyue is known for her refined manners, gentle and kind nature, and mastery of the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy
, and painting. Her beauty rivals that of the former capital's most beautiful woman, Empress Chu Fengrou, a beauty that could topple kingdoms.

Countless princes and nobles have fallen for her, desiring to marry her, but all have been
rejected by the emperor, demonstrating her favor.

However, now, such obscene sounds are emanating from her palace.
If would cause a huge uproar, shattering the hearts of countless princes and nobles.

So, who dares to have an affair with the current princess within the deep palace walls?

Inside the palace bedroom,

the doors and windows were tightly shut, and the room was dimly lit. Scattered on the honey-gold floor were garments embroidered with
flowers and birds: a phoenix-tail skirt trimmed with gold thread, a pink close-fitting top, a moon-white undergarment, and wet trousers
lay forlornly, partially obscured by a magnificent man's attire.

Judging from the order in which the garments were scattered, the woman's pink palace dress was covered by the man's fine clothes.

This suggests that the man had first teased the woman, arousing her to the point of vaginal discharge,
soaking her innermost garments, before stripping her completely naked. Only then did the man remove
his own clothes and indulge in their lovemaking.

On the large bed in the center of the bedroom, a thin pink gauze curtain hung, through which two naked bodies could be
vaguely entwined. The sounds of their bodies colliding, the woman's suppressed gasps, and the man's heavy breathing mingled
together.

Upon closer inspection, they were in the traditional missionary position.

The woman's long, slender, fair legs were hoisted onto the man's shoulders, forcing her round, pert buttocks to
arch upwards. Her secret paradise was exposed without cover to the man's massive penis, enduring its
repeated penetrations.

The lush grass was covered in nectar from their intercourse, wetting the not-so-thick,
dark pubic hair, which clung tightly to the valley floor. Thus, the most mysterious crevice was clearly revealed
.

A purplish-red penis roughly forced open the two pink petals, stretching them
into a pitiful circle, the petals appearing fragile and beautiful, yet powerless to stop the penetration.
The fiery, massive spear entered, only to be repeatedly thrust deeper and withdrawn, deeper and withdrawn again.

Its thrusts were fierce, ravaging the petals until they were turned inside out, revealing the delicate pink
flesh within the peach blossom spring. Simultaneously, due to the rapid thrusting,
the white, lewd fluid from within the peach blossom spring continuously gushed from the point where the spear and petals met, constantly adhering to the already damp, dark hair, even
staining the moon-white silk sheets beneath her with obscene marks. Looking

upwards, past the woman's smooth abdomen, delicate navel, and slender waist , it reached her two white, round, and high breasts. Even lying down, their size hadn't diminished; they remained so erect, adorned with two small pink buds, adding to the exquisite beauty. The only flaw was that a large hand was on each of the two high, full breasts, forcefully and mercilessly ravaging this unparalleled beauty. Two beautiful breasts were being wantonly ravaged by two large, unromantic hands, constantly changing into various lewd shapes, sometimes flat, sometimes round. The fingers of these hands were not idle either; the index and middle fingers of both hands each pinched a delicate bud, teasing, fiddling, and squeezing it incessantly, seemingly in sync with the ravaging of the breasts by the palms . Further up was the woman's long, swan-like, fair neck, and then her face, possessing a beauty that could topple kingdoms. Her beautiful, crescent-shaped eyebrows, her long, bright, starry eyes, her delicate nose, her rosy cheeks, her lips like touches of crimson, her snow-white oval face flushed, her flawless, snow-white skin as smooth as snow—an indescribable allure. She was exactly like Princess Lingyue, or rather, the one lying on the bed being wantonly ravaged was none other than Princess Lingyue, the beloved princess showered with affection! At this moment, Princess Lingyue's face was flushed, her eyes were glazed, and her beautiful brows were furrowed. Her expression seemed to be one of pleasure, pain, and shame, a truly fascinating mix. Princess Lingyue's lips were tightly closed, seemingly suppressing the moans caused by the electric shock-like stimulation of the huge gun inside her honey hole, but more so, the fear of being discovered. "What? Don't dare to cry out? Afraid of being discovered? Cry! Cry louder! It would be best if the whole palace could hear your lewd cries! Let them all know that you are a princess who appears dignified and noble on the surface, but is actually a lewd, wanton whore! Hahaha! Hahahaha!" The man who had been working hard with his head down raised his head and looked directly into Princess Lingyue's tearful eyes, speaking loudly and arrogantly. "No...no...I'm not...Waaah...I'm not..." Princess Lingyue seemed to be provoked, tears streaming down her face as she cried out in protest, but her voice was so weak. "No? Then why were you and your brother lying naked on your own bed in your palace on Father Emperor's birthday ? Tell me! Why?" The man's somewhat effeminate face revealed a strange expression, his eyes filled with endless conspiracy, as he loudly questioned. His words revealed a shocking secret: the man who had been defiled by Princess Lingyue in broad daylight was none other than her younger brother—the Third Prince, Long Cangming. The current Emperor, Long Qingtian, had only taken one Empress and two Consorts, fathering three sons and two daughters, making him one of the emperors with the fewest consorts in the history of the Tianqi Dynasty. Empress Chu Fengrou came from the Chu clan, one of the three major royal families of Tianqi, and had given birth to two princes and one princess: the eldest prince, the current Crown Prince Long Yunshan; the third prince, Long Cangming; and the second princess, also known as Princess Long Lingyue. Long Cangming and Long Lingyue were twins, a boy and a girl. Lying on the bed now were the only pair of royal twins, Prince Long Cangming and Princess Long Lingyue . Their massive member and their intimate space, born of the same mother, were now tightly intertwined, so tightly that it couldn't be tighter. Strands of vaginal fluid dripped from their member onto the pale white sheets, soaking patches of the fabric . "Don't say it...don't say it anymore...please stop...waaaah..." Princess Lingyue could only weakly protest, weeping, tears of shame streaming down her face, large drops falling onto the pillow. "Hmph! Speechless now, my dear sister! Hmm? Ahahahaha!" Long Cangming seemed to enjoy seeing Long Lingyue's expression, laughing heartily. "My dear sister, how about we try a different position?" Long Cangming, seemingly still unsatisfied, leaned down and whispered in Long Lingyue's ear. "No...I don't want to...I don't want that shameful position! I don't want to..." The gentle words sounded like a demon to Long Lingyue, her delicate body twisting violently in resistance, her shame deepening . "Don't want to? Do you want everyone around you to know about us? Or do you want them all to admire your rare and beautiful body?" Long Cangming threatened menacingly. "No...no...I...I'll do as you say..." Long Lingyue seemed to remember Long Cangming's methods, submitting fearfully. She struggled to prop herself up, turning over, her hands on the bed, kneeling like a bitch in heat , her plump, round buttocks facing Long Cangming's erect, purplish-red penis. Sunlight streamed through the triangular window, illuminating the woman's snow-white buttocks. Kneeling on the bed, her long, slender, snow-white thighs were tightly pressed together, her round, pert buttocks were raised high, and her smooth, white flesh was wet with lustful fluids, appearing as a dazzling white patch under the dim sunlight. The most favored princess of the country, not yet married, was posing in such a lewd and seductive position on the bed, and the person behind her, wantonly admiring her naked, plump buttocks and the already ravaged honey hole between her two round, fragrant buttocks, was actually her own brother. The intense shame and sense of immorality caused tears . "Hahaha! Not bad! My good sister! It seems you haven't forgotten my teachings! You know what I like most about you is your plump, round buttocks, just like Mother's. It's just a pity that your buttocks are only just beginning to develop, not as plump and perky as Mother's yet, but they are both so horny!" Long Cangming praised, stroking Long Lingyue's pert, beautiful buttocks. "You...you actually desecrated the Empress Dowager! You..." Long Lingyue became extremely white buttocks, covered in lustful fluids, trembled as if electrocuted, and she actually mustered the courage to rebuke him.

"Blasphemy? Hmph! I did blaspheme! So what? I won't just blaspheme with my mouth, one day I
'll fuck that slutty ass of my mother to pieces! I'll make you all kneel before me, begging me to fuck you like
bitches !" Long Cangming became incredibly
agitated at the mention of Empress Chu Fengrou, his face contorted with madness as he spoke these blasphemous words without restraint.

"You...you beast...you actually have such filthy thoughts about my mother, aren't you afraid Father will
kill you if he finds out?" Long Lingyue trembled violently at Long Cangming's words.

"Hmph! Father?..." Long Cangming snorted coldly, not answering, but the madness and scheming in his eyes
became increasingly apparent.

"Even if my eldest brother finds out, you'll die a horrible death!" Long Lingyue
spoke with utter admiration when mentioning her eldest brother, the eldest prince Long Yunshan, as if he were her idol.

"Hmph! You bitch! I haven't even taught you a lesson yet, and you're already lecturing me! I'll fuck you to death, you slut!"
Long Cangming was clearly furious. He aimed his massive spear at Long Lingyue's ravaged vulva and thrust it in hard.

"~ Ah~! It hurts!" Long Lingyue screamed.

"Hmph! Does it hurt? This is just the beginning! Today I'm going to teach you a lesson! My dear sister!"
A sinister smile curled at the corner of Long Cangming's mouth. He grabbed Long Lingyue's slender waist and began to thrust violently.

Long Lingyue's body was tight and elastic, her buttocks smooth and round, like a ball, making a slapping sound as Long Cangming
fucked .

His massive spear was inserted into her burning honey hole. With each thrust, the hot flesh seemed to entwine around the glans,
rolling back and forth with the movement of his penis. Lustful fluids gushed from her vagina, flowing down her fair thighs to her knees.

Long Cangming thrust harder and harder, a powerful desire to conquer burning within him. He wanted to completely subdue his
sister, to make her writhe beneath him until she reached climax. Just like his own mother
writhing , Long Cangming indulged in wild fantasies.

He grabbed Long Lingyue's buttocks and spread them apart, his penis plunging into her honeyed depths, striking directly at her tender
clitoris. Long Lingyue's white buttocks contracted desperately, her wet, luscious labia tightening abruptly
, letting out a trembling scream.

Long Cangming thrust a dozen times in succession, each time penetrating to the hilt, pounding heavily at the very end of her honeyed depths. Sunlight streamed
in , illuminating Long Lingyue's buttocks, her two fiery labia clinging tightly to his penis, red as if dripping blood. A thick
, purplish-red penis thrust in and out of Long Lingyue's white, round buttocks, causing her to overflow with lustful fluids. Her pink genitals, like
a wet, blooming flower, trembled violently, appearing utterly tragic and beautiful.

Long Lingyue cried out incessantly, letting her brother thrust into her passionate valley with abandon. Forced to desperately arch her
slender waist, she endured his desires again and again, feeling her valley gushing with each thrust
. His ravaging grew faster and deeper...

The stimulating beauty within her flower valley caused the woman to cry out involuntarily. The intense stimulation transformed into convulsions that melted
her heart , and she soon collapsed under his penis. She had long forgotten that it was her own brother thrusting into her!

The symphony in the bedroom resumed, but this time it was mixed with the woman's
moans, a mixture of pain and pleasure. How long would this incestuous melody last?

The depraved incest within Lingyue Palace continued, as did the busy activity elsewhere in the palace, everything seemingly
in rhythm. Two men rode swiftly across the spring fields
outside Kyoto . One, dressed in a moon-white noble robe, possessed striking features and an air of superiority, exuding an aura of absolute power. The other, clad in pure white, had a refined and scholarly appearance, suggesting a master strategist who seemed to have everything under control, like a brilliant strategist orchestrating battles from afar. "Your Highness! Riding out of the city on the eve of His Majesty's birthday might displease him! Then the Third Prince's faction will cause you trouble again!" the refined man said to the nobleman beside him as he rode. "You Ran! No need for formalities when we're out together, just call me elder brother. You know I dislike those kinds of occasions the most. Just looking at those useless royal nobles makes me furious. They've ruined the Tianqi dynasty! Humph!" The man exuding a noble aura was none other than the current Crown Prince, Long Yunshan, and beside him was his advisor, Mo Youran, a disciple of Guigu, one of the two remaining inheritors of the Guigu lineage. The current Guigu master, Zhuge Shenji, foresaw that the Tianqi dynasty would inevitably descend into chaos. Therefore, following Guigu's tradition , he sent his two most outstanding disciples, a man and a woman, out of the valley to assist the future ruler in pacifying the world during times of turmoil. Of course, these two were also competitors; whoever assisted the victorious one would become the next Guigu master. Long Yunshan met Mo Youran by chance, and the two instantly became fast friends, as if they had known each other for a long time. Ultimately, Mo Youran became Long Yunshan's strategist. As for the other woman, Mo Youran didn't know her whereabouts either, but he solemnly declared that this woman would surely be his greatest enemy in the future! This made Long Yunshan feel a pang of regret. If he could win over all the disciples of Guigu, what would he have to worry about in the world! Today, Long Yunshan couldn't stand the noise in the palace, so he dragged Mo Youran out to relax, which led to the conversation earlier . "Well, then Youran will presume to presume! Big brother! Although you don't like those royal children, you are only the crown prince at the moment. If you want to rectify Tianqi, you have to wait until you ascend the throne. For now, you must be patient and not act impulsively!" Mo Youran said slowly. "Sigh! I know, but looking at Tianqi's current situation—frequent internal uprisings, corrupt officials, royal families carving out their own territories, the Khitan cavalry invading from the north, the southern barbarians also stirring up trouble, and the Japanese pirates eyeing the sea— it's a complete mess! It's a pity that Father Emperor is no longer as powerful as he once was, otherwise… sigh!" Long Yunshan frowned deeply, lamenting the state of the nation. "Actually, all of this is easily solved," Mo Youran said, dropping a bombshell. "Oh? What do you mean?" Long Yunshan asked, surprised. "A war that sweeps across the entire world, which can also be understood as a change of dynasty!" Mo Youran looked directly into Long Yunshan's eyes, speaking each word slowly and deliberately. "…………" Long Yunshan frowned, remaining silent. After a long while, she sighed softly and uttered two words : "Opportunity."

Mo Youran remained silent. Some things didn't need to be said clearly; to say them clearly would be treason!

"Let's go! Let's not think about these things! How about we go see the peach blossoms in early spring?" Long Yunshan cracked
his whip , full of heroic spirit, and galloped off.

Mo Youran smiled and followed closely.

The two young men spurred their horses, letting the gentle breeze of the willows caress their faces and billow
their sleeves. Their hooves trod over fallen petals, flying through lush forests and rice paddies, attracting many passersby to stop
and look back—truly young and spirited, a rare sight indeed!

Before long, the two arrived at a peach grove nestled against the mountain and beside the water. They tethered their horses and walked silently along the riverbank,
admiring the peach blossoms in full bloom.

Peach blossoms are the most delicate flowers of spring, their vibrant beauty fleeting, yet it is precisely this brief
beauty that makes them all the more endearing. Peach blossoms are also the most romantic flowers of spring, blooming in abundance, like fragrant clouds and thin mist,
radiating beauty under the sunlight.

The beauty of peach blossoms is like a poem, like a dream…

Two handsome and silent young men strolled through the peach grove, listening to the petals fluttering
down before them.

Suddenly, a melodious zither tune drifted over!

They listened intently, momentarily captivated!

At times, the music was powerful and resonant, like ten thousand horses galloping, a hundred boats racing! It transported them to a battlefield, where
horses roared and swords clashed, stirring boundless heroic feelings within them.

At other times, the music was gentle and melodious, like a babbling brook, a tranquil stream! It transported them to a
picturesque water town, where the water flowed slowly, and their hearts seemed to quiet down.

...

"Ding!"

Finally, like a drop of water falling into a pool in the silent night, the music ended softly.

Such music should only exist in heaven; how often can it be heard on earth!

Long Yunshan and Mo Youran also awoke as the music ended, exchanging a glance, both seeing
surprise . Which master of the zither was here, able to perform such ever-changing music? Their skill must have reached
its pinnacle.

The two hurried forward, eager to see this extraordinary person.

Soon, a small pavilion nestled in a lake beside a peach grove came into view. An elegant, ethereal figure
emerged from the pavilion, automatically ignoring the little maid beside her. After seeing the woman's face clearly, the two were
simultaneously captivated.

A goddess as clear and elegant as the one described in Cao Zhi's "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River"—"She seemed like a light cloud veiling the moon, drifting like swirling
snow in the wind," "ethereal as a god, her steps light on the water, her silk stockings stirring up dust."

Could there be someone in this world who is untouched by worldly concerns, so intelligent and refined?

Long Yunshan stared blankly at the girl who seemed to have stepped out of an ancient painting of a court lady, his gaze unwavering
. He had never been so disoriented before.

A gentle breeze blew, stirring up a flurry of peach blossoms. The petals, like a shower of petals, swayed and fell in the air .
An elegant, ethereal figure emerged slowly from the shower of petals, dreamlike and otherworldly, like a fairy descended from
heaven .

The woman wore a pink cloud-like dress, her flawless beauty, more radiant than snow, was without a single impeccable blemish. Her fair
face glowed with a faint blush, delicate and charming. Her eyes were like clear spring water, and her lips curved slightly, a smile of joy mingling with her serene demeanor,
carrying a gentle, tender quality.

Her beautiful, radiant face, her crystal-clear, flawless skin, like a pearl or jade,
possessed an inner brilliance and a subtle, understated charm. Her elegant face could express joy or sorrow, her smooth skin glowing with a rosy hue.

Her willow-like hair flowed in the wind, accompanied by a flurry of petals, making her appear like a celestial being dancing in the breeze
!

The falling petals accentuated her jade-like, radiant cheeks. A gentle breeze lifted her pink blouse, her long
hair swaying lightly, making her seem like a fairy from another world, pure and ethereal.

The woman gently raised her hand, catching a few pink petals, and smiled!

That smile captivated all!

That smile was breathtaking!

That smile made the world pale in comparison!

It seemed as if the heavens and earth fell silent for that smile, the rain of petals becoming a mere backdrop to it, all other flowers losing their luster!

Long Yunshan's heart sank completely at that smile, his expression freezing utterly. His eyes no longer
saw the beautiful lakeside scenery, only that ethereal, elegant figure!

At this moment, he finally understood why so many emperors throughout history had been willing to trade
the entire .

If he could, he would now give everything he possessed for that gentle
smile from the beauty before him!

Mo Youran, however, was startled awake by the smile, breaking out in a cold sweat. His mind trembled violently. Could there really be such a
beautiful woman in the world? A mere casual smile from her had thrown his mind, a mind shattered even after practicing the Ghost Valley's unique calming technique,
into disarray.

He could sense that the woman in the distance hadn't used any seductive arts; her mere smile
was enough to bewitch the world!

Looking at the Crown Prince beside him, who was still staring intently at the receding woman, he
sighed inwardly, "Since ancient times, monarchs have been known for their amorous nature," and brought him back to his senses.

Reminded by Mo Youran, Long Yunshan suddenly snapped out of his daze. He saw the woman had already walked far away.
A surge of anxiety filled him,

and he immediately gave chase. As the Crown Prince of Tianqi, he had cultivated the "Heavenly Flame Dragon-Awakening Technique," a martial art practiced by all the emperors of Tianqi since childhood .
He was a master of it, having rapidly advanced from the ninth level to the seventh, almost reaching the eighth level of the current
emperor Long Qingtian. Chasing a woman was naturally a piece of cake for him.

He arrived almost instantly, appearing before the elegant, ethereal figure. His sudden appearance terrified
the woman, and her maid screamed. Long Yunshan was immediately embarrassed;
he had chased too hastily and frightened her.

Composing himself, Long Yunshan steadied his mind, revealing a sincere smile, and said politely, "
Miss, my name is Long Yunshan. While admiring the flowers by the lake, I had the good fortune to hear your heavenly music. I was deeply
impressed by your skill and wish to make your acquaintance. May I ask your name?"

The woman opposite him gradually recovered from her shock, seemingly confirming that the man before her was not
a ghost, but she still looked at him with a startled expression, which made Long Yunshan quite embarrassed.

After calming down for a moment, seemingly confirming that Long Yunshan was not a bad person, the woman gently parted her lips and spoke.
She said, "My surname is Murong, and my given name is Yan Yue!"

Her voice was like pearls falling on a jade plate, clear and melodious, bringing a sense of comfort to the listener.

"Murong Yan Yue!"

Long Yunshan murmured to herself.

Mo Youran, who followed closely behind, murmured in surprise, "Murong? A woman from the Murong family, one of the four great
families ?"
End of Chapter One

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Chapter Two: The Demonic Sect's Attack and the Sudden Change at the Banquet

"The Murong family!"

Hearing Mo Youran's murmur, Long Yunshan couldn't help but feel a surge of joy: "If this woman is from the Murong family
, then I and she..."

The Murong family is one of the four great families of Tianqi, the most powerful family in Yanzhou in the south, a leading aristocratic
family in the south, with centuries of history and deep-rooted influence, no small matter.

Whether at the local or central level, the Murong family wielded immense power,
comparable .

Speaking of the three major royal families and the four great clans, one must mention the history of the Tianqi Dynasty.

The Tianqi Dynasty has a history of 1360 years, an incredibly long and complex one. However, this
very long history also gave rise to many hidden dangers, the first being the three major royal families, followed by the four great
clans .

The three major royal families were the Chu, Zhao, and Qi clans. Their history was
as , descended from the three founding heroes of the Taizu Emperor. They possessed their own fiefdoms and
private armies, and their numbers were enormous.

Although the Tianqi Dynasty used the imperial examination system for selecting officials, the three major royal families held immense power, allowing their sons
to easily obtain official titles, far more easily than those from humble backgrounds.

Thus, royal sons gradually occupied the majority of official positions in the Tianqi Dynasty. Even those from humble backgrounds who managed to enter
officialdom were often forced to attach themselves to a particular royal family, whose influence permeated almost every
corner of the empire.

Perhaps to prevent rebellion by these three families, a long-standing tradition existed: empresses and imperial concubines throughout history
were children of these three royal families. Emperor Taizu even strictly forbade
marriage alliances to prevent overly close blood ties.

Several centuries passed in this manner. Although the Tianqi reign lacked a truly virtuous ruler, it did produce a number of wise and capable monarchs, and the three royal families
consistently produced exceptionally talented individuals. Therefore, despite significant flaws in the system, the empire continued
to prosper.

Until six hundred years ago, the infamous incompetent Emperor Long Yong ascended the throne. For decades, he neglected state affairs,
leaving them almost entirely in the hands of the royal family, leading to their complete control of the government and extreme corruption.

Furthermore, this emperor was ambitious and fond of grand projects, constantly constructing palaces and undertaking numerous tours throughout the country,
spending away from home. He repeatedly launched military campaigns in the south and north, leading to widespread suffering and chaos.

Finally, the largest peasant uprising in Tianqi's history erupted, sweeping across much of the country and nearly overthrowing
Tianqi's rule. While the Tianqi court was busy suppressing the rebellion, the Khitan people in the north
and seized the opportunity to invade, causing a crisis on both the northern and southern borders. Tianqi was engulfed in flames of war, and the empire
was on the verge of collapse.

However, at this time, the three major royal families were preoccupied with internal strife, bickering and nearly coming to blows
with their private armies. Emperor Long Yong, however, remained indifferent, indulging in
debauchery and pleasure with his concubines in the harem.

Then, in the spring of 760, the Khitan Khan led hundreds of thousands of cavalry,
forging , unexpectedly bypassing the border troops and launching a surprise attack on the capital.

That night, hundreds of thousands of Khitan cavalry besieged the capital, which was heavily surrounded. The imperial guards outside the city were cut off by the Khitan
cavalry and unable to send reinforcements. The city guards and imperial guards were in disarray, and the capital was on the verge of falling
. At this critical moment, Crown Prince Longhuang launched a coup and ascended the throne ahead of schedule.

This iron-fisted emperor then displayed extraordinary political and military skill. He first led the capital's imperial guards and
city defending the capital, thwarting several Khitan offensives.

Then, in coordination with the imperial guards protecting the capital, he launched a counterattack, inflicting a major defeat on the Khitan. He then led hundreds of thousands of cavalry in a thousand-mile pursuit,
joining forces with the border troops to almost annihilate this elite Khitan force. Only the Khitan Khan escaped back to the grasslands with a dozen or so riders.
Emperor Longhuang then penetrated thousands of miles into the grasslands, almost completely destroying the Khitan's rear, nearly wiping out the entire Khitan people.

He then forcefully suppressed the conflicts among the three royal families, leading his army on campaigns to the east and west, quelling peasant rebellions, destroying the
Southern Barbarian army, and annihilating the restless Japanese navy in a single battle, turning the tide and
saving the

Tianqi Kingdom from the brink of destruction. The four great families—Murong, Dongfang, Nangong, and Ximen—were the ones who made great contributions to Emperor Longhuang's pacification of the land
.

Although Emperor Longhuang was exceptionally talented, he could
only , and could not abolish them.

To effectively counterbalance the three royal families, he bestowed titles upon these four great families,
granting .

Thus, the situation of three kings and four families was formed, and the Tianqi Kingdom enjoyed six hundred years of peaceful rule, but this also
sowed the seeds of greater turmoil.

At this time, the conflicts between various forces had reached their peak, and various foreign tribes were also stirring on the borders. Six
hundred years of recuperation had allowed the Khitan, the Southern Barbarians, and the Japanese to almost fully recover their strength, and the chaos of six hundred years ago
was almost beginning to reappear.

Of course, Long Yunshan wasn't thinking about all that at the moment. He was only thinking that if this woman was from the Murong
family, then with the Murong family's power and status, their female relatives should be qualified to be his
crown princess!

Of course, he didn't consider the opposition of the three royal families.

Or rather, ever since he saw this woman, his brain had been working somewhat erratically, with only one thought on
how to get close to her and how to win her heart.

Thinking of this, Long Yunshan couldn't help but show his joy, but fearing that he might frighten the woman in front of him, he
restrained himself and said in the gentlest tone he had ever used: "Miss Murong, I admire your music to the point of
prostration. It is an honor to meet you. Would you be so kind as to accompany me to admire the peach blossoms?"

After saying this, he looked at Murong Yanyue in front of him with anticipation.

Mo Youran sighed inwardly. Even heroes have struggled to resist the allure of beautiful women, and it seemed even the ambitious and talented Long Yunshan
hadn't escaped this fate. He had never seen Long Yunshan so distraught, so rude to a woman.

"Does the Crown Prince intend to marry her? But the three royal clans will not tolerate the Empress falling into
the hands of a woman from another clan!" Mo Youran's brows furrowed deeply. He could almost foresee that this woman would make the Crown Prince's
path to the throne fraught with difficulties. Though he had no concrete evidence, he had this inexplicable feeling.

Murong Yanyue looked curiously at the handsome man before her, whose face was clearly flushed with excitement. Recalling his earlier
impetuous behavior, she couldn't help but chuckle.

"Who invites someone to go flower viewing together on a first meeting without even exchanging a few words? What a rash
fellow!" That was Murong Yanyue's assessment of Long Yunshan.

"Hey! Who are you? Are you a human or a ghost? My young lady is going back, she doesn't have time to admire
the !" Before she could answer, the maid beside her snapped, though from her tone, she had clearly
just recovered from her shock, her voice quite unfriendly.

"Uh..." Long Yunshan was speechless. He realized his eloquence was particularly poor today, and he seemed
unable to maintain his proper composure in front of the woman before him.

"Shan'er! Don't be rude!" Murong Yanyue gently reprimanded the maid beside her.

Then, she smiled and said to Long Yunshan, "This young master Long is truly refined. Since you are so interested
, I cannot refuse. Why don't we move to the pavilion to admire the flowers?"

Murong Yanyue didn't mean to blame Long Yunshan; rather, she liked
the subtle yet , and felt a strange fondness for him.

"Miss! We should go back!" The little maid named Shan'er seemed very unwilling for her mistress to
be with this person she disliked, but Murong Yanyue only gave her a slight glare, and the little maid could only
pout and remain silent.

"Ah! Then I, Long, am truly flattered! Let's go! Miss Murong, please!" Upon hearing Murong
Yanyue's invitation to admire the flowers in the pavilion, Long Yunshan was overjoyed, and his smile became even brighter.

Mo Youran, who was watching from the side, twitched her lips, but still held back her words.

The group returned to the path leading to the pavilion

in the middle of the lake. Although Long Yunshan tried his best not to look to the side, his eyes couldn't help but sneak glances at Murong Yanyue's
elegant and refined face.

Coincidentally, Murong Yanyue was also clearly very
interested , and was also secretly observing Long Yunshan.

Unfortunately, their eyes met for a moment, and after a pause, they both quickly
looked away. Long Yunshan, with his thick skin, kept his eyes down, pretending nothing had happened. However, Murong
Yanyue blushed, two rosy clouds quietly rising to her jade-like cheeks.

This scene was captured by Long Yunshan, who was secretly watching again. The girl's shy beauty almost made
him stop in his tracks. Fortunately, they were only a few steps away from the pavilion in the middle of the lake; otherwise, Long Yunshan didn't know
how far he would have gone.

While Long Yunshan and Murong Yanyue exchanged glances, the two behind them had different expressions. Mo
Youran, whose face was usually calm and collected, had a rare look of worry on his face, his eyebrows almost furrowed.
The little girl beside him rolled her eyes and muttered softly.

Finally, they reached the pavilion in the middle of the lake. Long Yunshan and Mo Youran didn't
stand on ceremony and sat on the stone benches in the pavilion. The little girl named Shan'er, however, stood there holding her guqin
, refusing to sit with them.

Facing the emerald lake and admiring the shower of petals, the group gradually relaxed, chatting idly.
Most of the time, Long Yunshan asked questions, and Murong Yanyue answered, with Mo Youran occasionally chiming in.

After a while, their relationship had clearly warmed up considerably. Long Yunshan finally couldn't resist
asking "In our conversation just now, Miss Murong mentioned she came from Yanzhou in the south, and your surname is Murong.
May I ask what connection Miss Murong has with the Murong family?"

"Young Master Long, there's no need to be so polite. Just call me Yanyue. Yes! I am indeed from the Murong
family. And you, Young Master? Since your surname is Long, and you possess such an extraordinary bearing, you must have some
connection to the royal family, right?" Murong Yanyue replied with a smile, subtly revealing Long Yunshan's identity.

"Hehe! Then I'll take the liberty of calling you Yan Yue, but you can call me Yun Shan. Yan Yue is truly intelligent
, and I am indeed from the royal family." Long Yun Shan was thinking about how to get closer to the two, so he wasn't too reserved in his address
and was happy to agree.

"Hmm! Young Master Long looks a few years older than me, so how about I call you Brother Long?"
Murong Yan Yue replied with a smile.

"Sister Yan Yue, call me whatever you like. It's my honor to be your elder brother. Hehe!"
Long Yun Shan's smile was almost brighter than the sun.

"Brother Long is too modest. With such an extraordinary elder brother like you, Yan Yue won't be
bullied in the capital!" Murong Yan Yue teased with a light laugh.

"Of course, in the capital..." Long Yun Shan was about to reply when his expression suddenly changed.

Mo Youran, who had been watching the two chat, also showed a slight change in expression.

"I'm sorry, Sister Yan Yue! I'm afraid I can't have a proper chat with you today!" Long Yunshan said apologetically
, his gaze fixed on the calm lake surface.

Murong Yan Yue seemed to realize something was amiss, remaining silent only offering an understanding smile.

"You Ran! Protect them!" Long Yunshan instructed.

"Yes, too... uh... Brother!" Mo You Ran almost let slip the secret.

Long Yunshan abruptly stood up, turning to face the emerald green lake, and shouted, "Who are you, hiding your tails
? Show yourself!"

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

Three masked men in black, swords drawn, burst from the water, their longswords swiftly attacking Long Yunshan. Their movements
were incredibly skillful, their sword strikes fast and ruthless, each aimed at vital points.

Murong Yan Yue's face paled, her delicate hand covering her mouth, her eyes filled with worry and horror. The little girl, Shan'er
, screamed, but without hesitation, she shielded Murong Yanyue with her body. Mo Youran, on the other hand,
calmly watched the men in black, seemingly not taking them seriously.

Long Yunshan's lips curled into a disdainful smile, then she clapped her hands together like knives and lightly struck forward, her palms flashing with fire.
A crimson light

emanated from the water. A fiery red ripple spread outwards, and the three black-clad assassins,
struck , were sent flying as if slapped away, screaming as they fell back into the water.

"Splash!" "Splash!" "Splash!"

The sounds of falling into the water were incessant!

Moreover, none of them resurfaced. The unique internal force of the "Heavenly Flame Dragon-Opening Technique" of the Tianqi
Dynasty royal had shattered their heart meridians!

Having effortlessly repelled the three black-clad assassins, Long Yunshan's expression did not soften; instead, it became
even more grave. Not far behind him, Murong Yanyue's beautiful
eyes shone with admiration as she looked at Long Yunshan.

"These insignificant characters cannot harm me. May I ask who you are, and what your intentions are?" Long Yunshan said
coldly .

"Hehe! I only intended to capture the young princess of the Murong family, and after finally dealing with her
guards, I didn't expect to attract the attention of the Tianqi royal family, and it seems to be a prince at that! Hehe!"
As a seductive female voice rang out, a fiery
red figure eerily appeared on the previously empty lake.

This woman was completely wrapped in a wide red robe, revealing only a pair of alluring eyes
that radiated a strong sense of charm. Between her delicate willow-leaf eyebrows was a moon-white crescent-shaped mark.

Even the wide red robe could not conceal her exquisite and shapely figure, which swayed with her giggles
, making her even more captivating than a famous courtesan in a brothel.

"Hmph! Who did I think I was back then? Just a remnant of the previous dynasty
!
Your Divine Moon Sect is truly a persistent ghost. I never imagined that even the bloody purge of the entire nation by Emperor Longhuang six hundred years ago couldn't wipe you out, and now you've risen from the ashes again! Your Divine Moon Dynasty has been extinct for over a thousand years, and you die-hards still haven't given up
?" Long Yunshan coldly sneered, looking at the crescent-shaped mark between the woman's eyebrows.

"Hmph! Six hundred years ago, we almost succeeded, but that bastard Longhuang not only destroyed
the Holy Sect's years of painstaking planning, but also nearly wiped us out completely!" the woman said resentfully.

"But none of that matters. Six hundred years is enough time for us to recover our strength. My Divine Moon Dynasty will surely
reign supreme again!" the red-robed woman said with a change in expectation, almost fanatical.

"Traitorous wretch, delusional! Even if you weren't a member of the Divine Moon Sect, your mere intention to harm Miss Yan Yue
would be enough to kill you a hundred times over! Take this!" Long Yunshan didn't waste any words and immediately attacked, his figure flashing and
disappearing, stepping on the water's surface as he headed straight for the woman in red.

"Hehe! I've long heard that the Heavenly Revelation Royal Family's 'Heavenly Flame Dragon-Opening Technique' possesses unparalleled offensive power. Let me experience it for
myself!" The woman in red chuckled, a blood-red longsword emerging from her long sleeve, drawing a
beautiful yet dangerous sword flower as it thrust straight at Long Yunshan.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged more than a dozen blows. Although Long Yunshan was unarmed, his internal strength was incredibly powerful,
forcing the woman in red to avoid a direct confrontation and instead use her unpredictable swordsmanship to fight him.

The two fought fiercely on the lake's surface!

"Young Master Mo, will Brother Long be alright?" Murong Yanyue asked Mo Youran anxiously, watching
the fierce .

"Don't worry, Miss Murong. With Young Master's martial arts skills, unless the four elders of the Demonic Sect or the Demonic Sect leader come
in , they won't be able to harm him," Mo Youran said calmly.

However, Mo Youran's words did not put her mind at ease. She still looked at the two figures fighting fiercely in the lake with a worried
expression, her two slender hands nervously intertwined.

This made the little maid holding the guqin beside her purse her lips and purse. She had obviously never seen her young mistress with such
an expression, but she understood that Long Yunshan was fighting for her young mistress, so she did not say anything rude.

"Moonfall!"

The bewitching woman shouted, and blood-red internal energy flowed through the long sword in her hand, drawing blood-red crescent moons, which quickly
attacked Long Yunshan.

"Flame Dragon Pattern!" Long Yunshan's expression remained calm as he uttered a soft shout. A dragon-shaped ripple spread from his palm,
colliding with the blood moons.

"Sizzle!"

The two internal energies, like water and fire, rapidly merged and dimmed, emitting a hissing sound as water and fire clashed.

"Hehe! As expected of a member of the royal family, truly formidable!" The woman in red chuckled in admiration.

"If your skills stop here, then stay!" Long Yunshan said arrogantly.

"Hmph! Moonfall, Moon Eclipse, Moon Flash!" The woman in red seemed to be enraged, her longsword flashing as a series of moon
shadows appeared.

One after another, blood moons of different shapes flashed from the tip of her sword, crescent, half-moon, and full-moon-shaped
attacks continuously assaulting him.

Some drifted towards Long Yunshan, some vanished in a flash, and some floated around him, protecting him.

Suddenly, countless blood moons strangely appeared around Long Yunshan, and even the bottom of the lake emitted a hissing, eroding
sound.
"Insect-catching trick! Fiery Dragon Explosion!" Long Yunshan roared, a massive surge of fiery red inner force erupting from his body,
rumbling and spreading outwards from his center.

"Pfft!"

The woman in red was struck by this powerful and scorching inner force; the blood-red moon beside her was shattered, and
she herself was also severely hit, coughing up blood.

Long Yunshan's hands flashed with a fiery red light, and he quickly moved forward, attacking the woman in red.

At this moment, the contest in the lake was clearly decided. The woman in red was constantly retreating, her swordsmanship gradually losing
its agility, and her chest heaving, clearly injured by Long Yunshan's powerful inner force.

The woman in red seemed to know she was no match, and with a fierce swing of her longsword infused with inner force, she forced Long Yunshan back slightly, taking the opportunity
to retreat rapidly, letting out a clear whistle from her lowered mouth.

"Boom!"

The lake water exploded again, and dozens of black-clad assassins flew out, their longswords humming. They formed a circle, completely
surrounding Long Yunshan. The cold blades gleamed with an eerie light as they thrust towards Long Yunshan's vital points.

"Hmph! I told you, these lackeys can't hurt me. Fiery Dragon Palm!" Long Yunshan shouted coldly,
clasping . Fiery red light blazed from his hands, then he slammed them down onto the water's surface.

"Boom!"

Centered on Long Yunshan, the lake water surged violently upwards in a circular motion. The black-clad assassins, wielding their swords, were
struck by this water containing immense internal force, their screams echoing throughout the room.

The lake surface resembled a fiery red rain, which gradually subsided after a long while. Long Yunshan
stood with his hands behind his back on the lake, surrounded by the floating corpses of black-clad assassins.

A woman in red robes stood not far away, clutching her chest, a
trace The allure in her eyes had been replaced by horror.

"You…you…how is this possible! At such a young age, you've actually mastered the 'Heavenly Flame Dragon Awakening Technique' to this
level! I never imagined your strength was so great; I miscalculated!" the woman in red robes exclaimed in shock. "

Speak! Why did you come to Kyoto? Why did you kidnap Miss Murong? Tell me obediently, and I
'll give you a quick death!" Long Yunshan stared at the woman before him as if she were already dead.

"Hmph! What an arrogant man! Do you really think you can kill me?" the woman in red robes laughed
eerily .

"Do you think you can resist?" Long Yunshan retorted disdainfully.

"Attack now!" the woman in red shouted towards Murong Yanyue's direction, then her body emitted a strange
blood-red light, her injuries seemingly suppressed, and her longsword attacked Long Yunshan again.

As soon as she finished speaking, two powerful sword energies suddenly attacked from behind Mo Youran, clearly intending to take advantage of Long Yunshan's
entanglement to eliminate him first, and then abduct Murong Yanyue.

"Hmph! Using up your life force to prolong your life?" Long Yunshan easily dodged the woman in red's sword,
seemingly unconcerned about Murong Yanyue in the pavilion.

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, two sword energies rapidly attacked Mo Youran's back.

"Sigh! There are always some people who don't know their own mortality! Do they think I'm an easy target! Heavenly Sword!" Mo
Youran stretched out his hands, his index and middle fingers joined together like swords, and two pale blue sword energies shot out from his fingertips, heading straight for the two top-tier assassins who were
attacking .

The two assassins in black were utterly terrified. This person could actually project sword energy outwards! They instinctively
parried with their swords, simultaneously retreating rapidly. From the moment they saw those two sword energies, they knew their mission was
impossible.

However, how could Mo Youran, one of the two most outstanding disciples of Ghost Valley, be so easily dealt with!

"Clang!" "Clang!"

Both steel longswords snapped in two!

"Pfft!" "Pfft!"

Two sword beams mercilessly pierced the brows of the two swordsmen, two brilliant blossoms of blood blooming! From attack to death,
only a few seconds passed.

"...Ah...!"

A high-pitched scream escaped from the little girl Shan'er's mouth, while Murong Yanyue, who had been watching Long Yunshan
, turned pale with fright when she saw the two corpses.

"How about it? Still trying to resist?" Long Yunshan smiled at
the red-robed , but the smile was cold
and devoid of the warmth he showed when facing Murong Yanyue.

"Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!" Seeing the two last assassins fall so easily,
despair filled the red-robed woman's eyes, and she spoke to Long Yunshan with intense hatred.

"Moon Goddess above, the Holy Sect is immortal, the Divine Moon prospers!" The red-robed woman threw her longsword into the water, crossed her hands
over her chest, and murmured devoutly, as if in prayer.

A layer of blood-red light, as if responding to a summons, slowly emerged from the red-robed woman's body, blazing
brilliantly in an instant, like the fleeting glory of life at its end.

"Not good, Your Highness, retreat quickly! It's the Blood Moon self-destructing of the Demonic Sect!" Mo Youran's
usually calm expression changed drastically upon seeing the blood-red light, and she shouted loudly towards Long Yunshan, who stood on the water's surface in the distance.

"Damn it!" Upon hearing that it was the Blood Moon self-destructing, Long Yunshan didn't hesitate for a moment and quickly retreated.

Although never witnessed, the secret files of Tianqi clearly record that
when the founding emperor of Tianqi breached the capital city of the Shenyue Dynasty, the royal experts who swore to never surrender all used the Blood Moon Self-Destruction technique.
This technique could increase one's power dozens of times, but it could not be used for attack; it could only be used for
self-destruction .

The explosion of dozens of experts, disregarding their own lives, was earth-shattering. That night, the once star-studded capital
city was shrouded in an eerie blood-red hue, and the entire palace was almost razed to the ground.

Almost all of the guards around the founding emperor were killed or wounded; only a few highly skilled martial artists survived. Even
the founding emperor, who had mastered the "Heavenly Flame Dragon-Opening Technique" to the ninth level and reached the pinnacle of martial arts, was seriously injured.

Its power is evident!

Just as the crimson light emanating from the woman reached its peak, a black-robed, aged figure swiftly
appeared , his hands rapidly striking the woman's body. With his movements, the crimson light
gradually dimmed, and the woman in red robes fainted in the old man's arms.

"Ah! Stubborn girl, you still make your grandfather worry!" The black-robed old man looked at the unconscious
woman in his arms with heartache and said affectionately.

"Are you an elder of the Demonic Sect?" Long Yunshan stopped in his tracks upon seeing the old man, becoming fully alert. He
sensed a dangerous aura emanating from him and couldn't help but ask.

"Hmph! You brat from the Tianqi royal family! Did you beat my granddaughter like this?" The black-robed old man coldly
stared at Long Yunshan, his tone revealing a strong killing intent.

"It was me! Not only your granddaughter, but I killed all the assassins on this lake. What do you say?" Long Yunshan
replied without backing down.

"You deserve to die!"

The black-robed elder, one hand around the red-robed woman's slender waist, the other hand flashing with a dense, blood-red light,
struck towards Long Yunshan.

"Afraid of you?" Long Yunshan was fearless; her right hand instantly erupted with fiery red light, her figure flashing as she struck
the black-robed elder's palm.

"Boom!"

A tremendous roar resounded, and the lake water, which had just calmed, surged again into towering waves. The lake water was dyed a brilliant red by the
fiery and blood-red internal energy, appearing incredibly eerie.

"Thump!"

A muffled sound came from their palms, and the two in the center of the lake staggered back more than ten steps,
the black-robed elder clearly retreating more, after all, he was still carrying someone in his arms.

"Seventh level! The little brat has quite the talent, doesn't he?" the black-robed elder said in surprise.

"Hmph! Thank you for the compliment! But this is just the beginning! Take this! Flaming Dragon Sword!" Long Yunshan snorted coldly
, showing no sign of smugness. Instead, his entire body surged with a fiery red, blazing light, illuminating his long, black hair.
His hair was dyed fiery red, making him look like he was wearing a suit of crimson armor. He held
a longsword made of condensed inner energy, its blade covered in dragon patterns, exuding an aura of dominance.

"Hehe! I'm not that stupid! If I fight you, even if I win, I'll lose half my life!
Besides, my granddaughter is right here!" The old man smiled slyly.

"Take this!" Long Yunshan didn't waste any words, swinging his longsword fiercely, a fiery red sword light heading straight for the old man's chest
.

"Go!" The black-robed old man stepped on the water, dodging the sword light, and then struck out with his palm, creating a
spray of water blocked Long Yunshan's view. Then his figure flashed away.

"Damn it! He's really fast!" Long Yunshan cursed angrily.

"Brother Long! Are you alright?" Murong Yanyue, who had been worried from afar, couldn't help but call out when she saw that everyone had run away
.

"It's alright!" Upon hearing the woman's concerned voice behind him, Long Yunshan's anger vanished instantly, and
he turned around with a happy smile.

Then, dispelling the fiery red aura surrounding him, he swiftly returned to the pavilion, wading through the water.

"Wow! Brother Long, you were so amazing! You could stand on the water and fight so many people all by yourself, you
were so heroic!"

As soon as she came up, Murong Yanyue walked up to Long Yunshan with shining eyes, cheering like a little girl praising
her older brother.

"Really? That's just because they were too weak!" Long Yunshan couldn't help but feel a little smug.

"It's because you're so amazing, Brother Long, that their weakness is highlighted!" Murong Yanyue kept praising
Long Yunshan, her beautiful face revealing the innocent smile of a little girl, so beautiful that Long Yunshan
couldn't move his eyes, his mind almost stopped.

Mo Youran, standing to the side, watched the two oblivious people, her mind blank.

"Yue'er! Princess!"

A lot of footsteps and a man's anxious shouts came from afar.

A moment later, a large group of guards escorted a dignified man into view. The dignified
middle-aged man spotted Murong Yanyue in the pavilion at a glance, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and quickly rushed towards the pavilion.

"Ah! It's my second uncle!" Murong Yanyue looked guilty, fearfully watching the anxious
group of figures in the distance.

"Yue'er! Are you alright? What happened here? What happened?" The middle-aged man quickly arrived
at the pavilion , his expression changing as he looked at the corpses in the pavilion and on the lake. He hurriedly asked.

"Second uncle! I'm alright!" Murong Yanyue answered softly, her head lowered.

"Hmph! You still remember I'm your second uncle? Running out without a word, you're getting more and more naughty! What
if something happened? And what's going on here?" Although the middle-aged man's tone was stern,
it was clear that he doted on Murong Yanyue.

"It's the Demonic Sect, they want to kidnap Yanyue!" Long Yunshan answered the middle-aged man on Murong Yanyue's behalf
.

"You are... Ah! Your humble servant Murong Jinyu greets Your Highness the Crown Prince!" The middle-aged man had been so focused on Murong Yanyue
that he hadn't noticed the others in the pavilion. But now, upon seeing Long Yunshan, he immediately recognized him as the current Crown
Prince and hurriedly bowed.

"Yue'er! Quickly pay your respects! This is His Highness the Crown Prince!" Murong Jinyu, seeing that Murong Yanyue hadn't moved,
became anxious and quickly scolded her.

"Uh... No need! No need! Get up! There's no need for such formalities when traveling!" Seeing that Murong Yanyue
was looking at him with some surprise and was about to bow, Long Yunshan quickly helped her up, saying it wasn't necessary.

"I didn't expect Brother Long to be the Crown Prince! No wonder you're so powerful! Hehe!" Murong Yanyue
said to Long Yunshan with a playful smile.

"Brother?" Murong Jinyu was a little confused.

"Uh... Miss Murong and I hit it off immediately and got along very well, so I took the liberty of recognizing her as my younger sister! Hehe!"
Long Yunshan explained without batting an eye.

"That was Yue'er overstepping her bounds! Being the Crown Prince's sister is a blessing Yue'er earned in her past life!" Murong Jinyu said
respectfully .

"Not at all!" Long Yunshan replied politely.

"Your Highness! You just said that the Demonic Sect wanted to kidnap Yue'er! Are these people from the Demonic Sect?"
Murong Jinyu asked solemnly, looking at the corpses on the ground.

"That's right! The Demonic Sect dispatched dozens of assassins in black! Along with a woman of unknown identity, and even
an elder with unfathomable martial arts skills!" Long Yunshan also said solemnly.

"No wonder the hidden guards were no match for them! I must report to my family immediately. What is the Demonic Sect's intention?
Why did they kidnap Yue'er? Is it to blackmail my Murong family?" Murong Jinyu said, puzzled.

"Perhaps!" Long Yunshan was also confused. "

Then Your Highness, this place is not safe to stay any longer. I will take my leave! Yue'er! Come back with me!" Murong Jinyu was
clearly eager to report.

"Ah? Well... alright then!" Long Yunshan looked at Murong Yanyue with some reluctance, but since the elders
had spoken, he couldn't insist on keeping her.

"Brother Long! Goodbye! I'll be playing the zither for His Majesty at the birthday banquet tomorrow, you must come!"
Murong Yanyue also looked at Long Yunshan with reluctance, urging him on.

"Uh... I'll definitely be there! Definitely!" Long Yunshan found it somewhat amusing; how could
he ?

"Goodbye!" Murong Yanyue waved goodbye, turning back every few steps.

"Goodbye!" Long Yunshan smiled and waved repeatedly. Even after Murong Yanyue's figure had disappeared into the distance,
Long Yunshan's hand remained clasped.

A moment later, Mo Youran said helplessly, "Your Highness, she's already gone!"

"Ah? Oh!" Long Yunshan watched her departing figure, reluctantly turning his gaze away.

"Let's go! We're heading back to the city! We'll get the guards to clean it up!" Long Yunshan, suppressing his disappointment,
led the way out of the lakeside pavilion, a place he would never forget.

"Yes,"

Mo Youran followed closely behind.

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