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A cool breeze blew, and the two people in the light stood opposite each other.

However, it was obvious that Ling Luo's aura was much weaker. She was unable to look at this calm man. In his eyes, she was like an insignificant ant, completely harmless to him.

"I don't care who you are. If you still stop me, then I won't be polite." Although she was frightened, she was still bluffing. Her eyes constantly scanned her surroundings, preparing to find an opportunity to escape.

"Is This King hearing things? A thief is threatening me?" "Where did this audacity come from?" He was able to say these words of disdain with such killing intent that they made Ling Luo blush.

'It really is Jun Ximo! ' Her heart sank as the look in her eyes became colder.

She didn't expect Fourth Prince, who was rumored to be low-key and not to be seen by others, to be so secretive. She originally thought that this was the place with the weakest guard, but who would have known that he was disdainful to use those soldiers to protect her in the future.

"It seems like Fourth Prince isn't as useless as the rumors say."

Ling Luo said coldly. She gripped her short sword tightly as she prepared to fight to the death. She had to run. Even if she died, she had to die outside the palace, or else she would attract even more killing.

"Since it's a legend, I naturally can't believe it."

Jun Ximo narrowed his eyes and looked at Ling Luo. He was very confused about her guessing his identity. He really wanted to tear off the mask and see what kind of person this little furry thief was.

"Humph, I will make you a historical legend!"

As soon as she finished her sentence, Ling Luo suddenly flew into the air. She raised her short sword and spun it around like a dragon before diving down. She had used a deadly tactic that would injure both of them, completely putting her life on the line.

"Bastard!"

A hint of sternness flashed across Jun Ximo's eyes, and he pushed away dozens of feet with his toes. With a shake of her arms, her large sleeves were flung towards Ling Luo like a huge wave, shattering all her clothes in an instant. The black ribbon on his head was torn, and his mask had flown off to who knows where.

"Pfft!"

Ling Luo staggered and spat out a mouthful of blood. Her body felt as though it had been torn apart, and the pain caused her face to turn pale. She hurriedly supported herself on the fake boulder in the courtyard and stabilized her tottering body.

She clenched her teeth and endured the smell of blood that kept rising from her throat as she glared at Jun Ximo.

Her hair was messed up by the night wind, and she was in a very sorry state as it caressed her pale cheeks. Especially her left cheek, which had a blood-red birthmark that was the size of a phoenix; under the dim light, it looked so peerless and so strange.

Her clothes were in shreds, revealing the white silk that was tightly wrapped around her chest. Her breathing was very heavy and her legs were involuntarily trembling. It wasn't because he was afraid, but because he was physically exhausted.

Jun Ximo looked at her bedraggled appearance with a thoughtful expression. Glancing at the red imprint the size of a thumb, a sharp pain suddenly attacked his chest, causing his face to darken even more.

"Woman, who exactly are you?"

He definitely did not know of such a person, but her face, no, it was more accurate to say that her face had a captivating redness to it, why was it so eye-catching?

"Who do you care!"

Ling Luo looked at him coldly, then slowly raised the short sword in her hand. She no longer had any scruples because she would die no matter what, so she might as well find someone to carry her behind.

With an angry shout, she charged towards him like a bolt of lightning. However, she didn't notice that one of the stone fragments beneath her feet had slipped and fell heavily onto the ground.

"Oh, shit!" she said before she fainted.

Jun Ximo frowned as he looked at the Ling Luo on the ground, who had fallen in an extremely unsightly manner. His eyes were filled with suspicion. This female thief was really bold, even attacking the palace at night with just her kung fu skills. He was about to go up and take a look when he heard a soft call.

"Fourth Prince …"

"What is it?" Jun Ximo saw Yun Zhan rushing over, so he strode forward to meet him. He didn't let Ling Luo, who was lying on the ground, see him.

"The Second Prince was looking for you everywhere, asking you why you didn't go to the banquet. Since the others are all there, why don't you go and take a look as well? "

"Didn't This King say that he won't go?"

"Subordinate thinks that she would be displeased by your blatant disregard of Noble Li, right? She is the current favorite concubine of the Emperor, and even the Empress is trying her best to rope her in. "

"... "Then, you go down and prepare a gift. Wait for me outside the courtyard."

"Yes sir!"

After Yun Zhan left, Jun Ximo went back to Ling Luo's side. Seeing her curled up like a hedgehog, he picked her up and walked into the bedroom with big steps. He threw her on the ground with a bang.

Under the candlelight, her face revealed through her messy hair was even more shocking. He stared blankly for a moment, and then pushed away that layer of hair. Under the candlelight, the red birthmark on the left side of his face was like a blood phoenix spreading its wings as it flew. It was flowing with light and overflowing with color. It was truly an astonishing soul.

'This is strange. Why does it feel like I've met him before? ' An indescribable pain spread throughout his body. Jun Ximo suddenly stood up and walked away from Ling Luo.

Smelling the faint smell of rotting flesh from her body, his gaze moved from her face to the swollen, unspeakably swollen arm. The back of her hand had turned black from the poison's invasion, and there were a few tiny droplets of blood on it.

It was a poison from the 'Ink Arrow'. It was a small but very toxic poisonous snake from the Western Regions, a treasure held in the hands of the empress. He quickly took her hand and looked. His face changed. If she didn't expel the poison, her life would be in danger.

But, this was just a flying thief, why would he need to …

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