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Three days had passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was the time that Qiao Qiao and Yan Mo Chen had promised.

"Your majesty, the prince has instructed that we will set out in secret at the entrance of the Eastern Sun Palace in fifteen minutes." Meng Shi walked in from outside the hall and cupped his hands as he spoke to Qiao Qiao.

"Alright." Qiao Qiao still adjusted the hem of his clothes and nodded.

Today, Joe was still wearing a light beige riding attire. He had a head of black hair that was tied up behind his head, a simple ponytail that made him seem more lively. His unpainted face was extremely delicate, and his spirited eyes seemed to be filled with satisfaction.

Under Meng Shi's guidance, Qiao Qiao walked out of the Eastern Sun Palace. However, the gate to the palace was not filled with the black mass of troops that Qiao Qiao had imagined. There was only Yan Mo Chen and Yan Mu riding on their horses.

"Why is it just the two of you?" Qiao Qiao still frowned. There was a trace of doubt in his tone.

"Get on the horse first." Yan Mo Chen said indifferently as he extended his hand out towards Qiao Qiao.

"Right." Joe nodded his head obediently, put his hand into Yan Mo Chen's hand, leaped up, jumped onto the horse, and sat in front of the horse, his back pressed tightly against Yan Mo Chen's chest, feeling his powerful heartbeat, his ears turned red, his heart also started beating faster, then she asked carefully, "Are we leaving the palace just like that?"

"Right." Yan Mo Chen responded indifferently. He held onto the reins and the snow-white horse turned around.

Just as her heart was beating wildly, she suddenly noticed that Yan Mo Chen was dressed in a long white robe. He looked exactly the same as the white horse below him, and he had a disposition that seemed like that of a goddess. Qiao Qiao still had her mouth wide open, he was now openly wearing white?

Yan Mo Chen could see the look in Qiao Qiao's eyes and could not help but smile faintly. He pulled the reins tighter and looked at Qiao's small body in his embrace. "Didn't you say I look good in white?"

Qiao Qiao still raised his head in surprise and looked at Yan Mo Chen's face. He saw that the corners of his lips were slightly closed and there was not a hint of emotion on his face. It was as if the words he had said were not from his mouth but from her.

Joe still pursed his lips but didn't say anything. He just quietly sat on the horse, feeling the strength in Yan Mo Chen's arms and the heartbeat in his chest.

"Isn't it a bit bad for us to leave the palace like this?" Qiao Qiao still held onto Yan Mo Chen's bosom awkwardly. As she watched the horses get closer and closer to the entrance of the palace, her heart became more and more unsettled.

"Are you afraid?" Yan Mo Chen frowned slightly. He lowered his head slowly and whispered into Qiao Qiao's ear, "That's right, since the last time the emperor returned to the palace in a sorry state, the guards at the entrance to the palace have all recognised the emperor."

The corner of her mouth could not help but twitch. She was clearly joking, but he had spoken in such a serious manner, and the previous incident at the palace gate had already made her feel extremely embarrassed. After all, it was not a glorious thing for a sovereign to return to the palace like a beggar, and now this fellow had even exposed her. Qiao Qiao's agile eyes kept rolling around. Then again, how did Yan Mo Chen know about what happened that time?

"That day, I sent someone to send you back to the palace. Although I did not send you back to the Imperial Palace, I was also secretly protecting you." That being said, it was an explanation that Yan Mo Chen knew about.

Qiao Qiao continued to grit his teeth. This fellow's people had actually secretly watched her make a fool of herself, and even reported back what had happened to her. This was simply insane.

"Who is it?" Joe still frowned.

"Yan Mu." Yan Mo Chen smiled gently. It was not that he did not want to cover up for Yan Mu, it was that he did not want to lie to Qiao Qiao.

Qiao Qiao's hands were still tightly clenched, his head quickly turned back, and he coldly swept his gaze towards the man who was galloping at full speed behind him.

Yan Mu followed behind Yan Mo Chen's horse and suddenly felt a chill coming over. He couldn't help but shake the reins in his hands and look around, seeing that there were no people around, but his heart was still uneasy. He had a feeling that something bad was about to happen to him …

Yan Mo Chen looked at the girl in his embrace who was looking back at him with hatred, and smiled warmly. He then parted his lips and said, "We're at the entrance of the palace."

Once Qiao Qiao heard Yan Mo Chen's words, he retracted his gaze filled with hatred and slowly lowered his head. For a gentleman to take revenge, ten years is not too late. Thus, the enmity between her and Yan Mu was formed!

Yan Mo Chen's eyebrows curved slightly. Looking at Qiao Qiao's face that was filled with unwillingness, he felt that this little girl was becoming more and more adorable.

He tightened his grip on the reins and quickly reached the entrance of the palace. When the guards at the entrance saw Yan Mo Chen again, they all lowered their heads, and did not even notice that there was another person immediately.

"You see, I said no one would find out." Yan Mo Chen's lips curled up into a gentle smile. The sound of horses galloping slowly rose up, and a burst of flying debris flew out of the palace entrance.

The guards at the entrance of the palace stood up one by one and raised their heads as Yan Mo Chen's horse galloped further away. They continued to keep watch as usual, unaware that they had missed the news regarding the number one master of the palace.

Qiao Mo Chen and Yan Mu were still the only ones by his side. If she had not known beforehand that they were attacking the Demon Palace, she would have thought that Yan Mo Chen had brought her away. The two horses ran away as if they were escaping.

"Then … The three of us are going to attack the Demon Palace? " Qiao Qiao couldn't help but ask with a frown.

Yan Mo Chen couldn't help but smile. This little girl really had no patience.

"Did you overestimate you?" Yan Mo Chen frowned and asked.

Joe continued to pout. She could naturally hear Yan Mo Chen's sarcasm at her being just a burden.

"Since that's the case, why did you bring me here?" Joe asked, still frowning.

Yan Mo Chen did not understand why he wanted to bring her here. He knew that this trip was extremely dangerous, but he just wanted to be with her. Even if he died, he would do his best to protect her.

"If I die, your life in the palace will not be easy." Yan Mo Chen said in a low voice. A gentle wind blew past, blowing away his trembling words, but it still blew into Qiao Qiao's heart.

Qiao Qiao's heart still tensed up, a pair of thin and long fingers wrapped around Yan Mo Chen's broad and thick hands. Yan Mo Chen felt the softness in his hands, and his body stiffened, he did not say a word, but the two of them understood in an instant.

In this battle with the Demon Palace, they could only win, they could not lose!

"No matter what, you can't use the influence of the Supreme Purity Palace for now. They are your final trump card." Joe still sounded like he was trying to persuade her.

"I understand." Yan Mo Chen nodded, "Do you know about Death Soldiers?"

"Death warrior?" Joe still frowned.

"During this period of time, I have no time to help you worry about the safety of the imperial court. It is because I am secretly cultivating my deathsworn." Yan Mo Chen's face turned serious. He had really put in a lot of effort for this group of death soldiers.

"Is this something similar to a human being, which is said to be immortal, immortal, and immortal?" Qiao Qiao could only explain it this way. In her world, those who could be Death Soldiers did not have emotions, did not have burdens, and even did not fail, because their failure was death. To this group of people, they could not be called human, they could only be called living beings.

"Something like that." Yan Mo Chen sighed after hearing Qiao's continued explanation.

"How much do you have?" Joe asked.

"Less than 50 elite soldiers and less than 100 ordinary soldiers." Yan Mo Chen replied.

It had to be known that it usually took three years to raise a successful Death Soldier, and he had to put in all his effort. If he was to nurture five Death Soldiers at the same time, then the quality of the best products would be greatly reduced. It was already difficult for Yan Mo Chen to nurture so many elite Death Soldiers in such a short amount of time.

"Don't be happy too early. You must know that the Demon Lord alone can block a hundred Death Soldiers." Yan Mo Chen said gently. To be honest, even though he had a lot of death soldiers, he still could not say whether he had succeeded in defeating the Palace.

"A single person can be this powerful?" Qiao Qiao's brows were still filled with doubt.

"Mm, the Demon Lord is only a legendary figure. There are very few people who have truly seen him. He is naturally cruel, unpredictable, and his killing methods are extremely cruel. His peerless martial arts coupled with his short time of cultivation are unfathomable." Yan Mo Chen said.

"Cultivation?" Qiao Qiao still frowned. She had only seen things like cultivation or cultivation in novels or legends, how could she possibly imagine that it actually existed in reality? But then she thought about it, if she was lucky enough to pass through time and space, then what would the cultivation of legends amount to?

"Yes, this is only a legend in the State of Qiao and the cultivation techniques of the Demon Lord are passed down through the world. No one knows if it is true or false."

When she was young, she often saw her master and senior sitting down to cultivate. If her master and senior were still around, they would definitely be able to sit down and explain things to her.

"That Demon Lord is so powerful, are you confident in your actions right now?" Qiao Qiao asked with a face full of concern.

"Nope." Yan Mo Chen answered honestly.

Qiao Qiao's face was still cold as he rolled his eyes. He really wanted to curse out loud. If he wasn't confident, why did he pull her here to die! At that moment, even though he had Yan Mo Chen's handsome face, he was still the one who deserved to be beaten up!