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Xiao Lan stepped into the Residence of Regent. His steps were steady and his entire body was silent as he headed towards the secret chamber at the back of the mountain.

On the path to the secret room, Xiao Lan clearly felt waves of oppressive undercurrents surging about.

His footsteps gradually slowed down as he stared at his surroundings, only to see countless hidden secrets.

He frowned. This should be a shadow guard or shadow guard that Xuanyuan Wentian single-handedly taught, a puzzled look on his face.

Xuan Yuan had arranged such a huge battle … Did something happen?

Xiao Lan continued to ponder in his heart before unknowingly stepping into the courtyard that was the location of the darkroom.

They passed through the main hall, which was still unguarded, and walked to the backyard. The moment they entered the gate, they saw Wu Yu viciously scolding a few servants.

"I have told you so many times that every prisoner in this cell, regardless of whether they are heavily injured or lightly injured, as long as they are out of breath, the daily punishment will not be exempted!"

One of the servants looked troubled. "No, my lord. The people in cell number 3 are punishing her as usual. She is about to die..."

Wu Yu frowned. "So what if she's dead? Who cares!"

"But …" If she were to die, how would I be able to deal with her? She is, after all, her fiancée … "

After being reminded by the guard, Wu Yu's face turned pale. That's right, how could he have forgotten about that?

Bai Ling was, after all, Ying Ying's fiancee. However, Wu Yu frowned … The prince had personally ordered for her to be locked up. She wouldn't be able to take the punishment here, so what could they do …

Xiao Lan, who stood at the doorway, was very clear on who the fiancee in the afterimage they spoke of was.

Unexpectedly, Bai Ling was also locked in the dark room by Xuanyuan Po, and from the meaning of their words, Bai Ling was about to be beaten to death.

He lifted his leg and stepped into the courtyard.

"Head, Royal Consort … "The princess consort is here."

The young guard was the first to notice Xiao Lan as he warned Wu Yu in a low voice.

Princess? Wu Yu turned around extremely quickly when she heard this. After seeing that it was indeed Xiao Lan, she respectfully ran to her and bowed.

"Your subordinate Wu Yu greets the wangfei."

Xiao Lan's footsteps halted slightly. "There's no need to bow. Stand up."

She was now a princess, but she would soon be a member of his cell.

Wu Yu rose quickly and respectfully asked, "May I know who Consort Wang is looking for?"

Xiao Lan slowly shifted his gaze to Wu Yu. Who was he looking for? If she didn't look for anyone, then who else could the current her look for?

However, Xiao Lan only paused for a few seconds before Wu Yu spoke to a few servants in the distance, seemingly enlightened.

"Quick, bring the white silk out."

"Yes." A few servants ran into the cell without any hesitation.

Seeing this, Xiao Lan swiftly raised his arm and waved it away.

"No need."

Eh?

Wu Yu was puzzled. No need? If the princess wasn't here to find Bai Ling, then who else could she be looking for?

"Princess, you …"

Xiao Lan looked at Wu Yu again. She was now a prisoner.

"Go prepare an empty cell. I want to stay there."

What!

Wu Yu's eyes immediately widened. She first stared blankly at Xiao Lan for a few moments, before looking at the servants in the distance.

Was he hallucinating?

What did the princess consort say … She's going to live in a darkroom cell?

The distant servant was also frozen in place like Wu Yu. What was going on?

After a long while, Wu Yu said with an unsettled expression, "Esteemed wangfei, you... It's a joke, right? "

Xiao Lan's expression was calm. "No, go prepare."

No? This...

Wu Yu was getting more and more worried.

"Princess, you live here. His Highness … "How could I agree to that …?"

Before Xiao Lan could reply, an extremely clear voice sounded from the door.

"Wu Yu, go ahead and do it. It really is the prince's will."

Wu Yu turned her head to look at the incoming afterimage with great speed. Was this really the intention of the king?

He glanced at the afterimages again, and saw that they had serious expressions, so he thought that this was probably true.

Wu Yu was still nervous, but she had to obey every order. Without stopping, she led the group into the empty cell quickly.

For a time, only Shadow and Xiao Lan remained in the courtyard.

Xiao Lan silently stood where he was, as calm as water.

The afterimage that stood not far behind Xiao Lan occasionally glanced at Xiao Lan, and when he saw Xiao Lan's straight back, his gaze slightly froze. What a cold girl, for a moment, his heart was filled with endless grief for his master.

As a servant, he didn't have the qualifications to judge everything about his master, but … Although he didn't say anything about the injuries on the prince's body these days, he still felt them. He didn't believe that she didn't notice.

The silhouette pursed the corner of his lips and spoke with a heavy voice. "Royal Consort, this subordinate has a few words that I wish to say."

When she heard this voice, Xiao Lan, who had always been silent, moved her finger tip. She turned around and her eyes were cold and indifferent as they looked at the afterimage.

"Go ahead."

"I wonder if Your Highness is good or bad in Princess Hua-Yang's heart?"

Is it good or bad?

Xiao Lan stared at the afterimage and slowly raised his eyebrows after a while.

"Does your master have anything to do with me?"

Hearing this, the blurry shadow quickly raised his head.

It had nothing to do with her?!

"You are the regent's consort, of course you are related."

"Oh, I guess I won't be the Regent's Consort for long. You can ask the next Regent's Consort."

"The next Regent's Consort?"

"Yes, it could be Duanmu Yan of Nan Xuan, or it could also be Xuan Wanyue of Cloud Mountain."

"No, Your Highness is not a casual person."

The corner of Xiao Lan's mouth curled up as he coldly looked at the afterimage. "This following has nothing to do with it, it's forced on me by the form. Xuanyuan, he shouldn't have married me."

Xiao Lan's last sentence caused the afterimage to be stunned, then he raised his eyes to look seriously at Xiao Lan.

Indeed, the prince should not have married her.

"If the prince were to decide that you are the regent's consort and not change your position, what would happen to you?"

Xiao Lan's clear eyes turned. "If that's the case, then you should properly advise your Duke not to be so stubborn, and should let go of me as soon as possible. As long as I leave, he and I will be fine."

The blurry shadow began to turn solemn. If the Prince was able to let go of his hand, he would have let go of his hand a long time ago.

"Princess, if Prince doesn't want to let go, can you not be too hard on the heart and be kind to the Prince?"

Xiao Lan quickly raised his limpid eyes and looked at the afterimage.

Her heart was made of stone? Let her be kind to Xuanyuan.

"Heh heh, my heart of stone? Isn't your prince the same? How did he torture me these past few days?

"His Royal Highness must have his own difficulties."

Difficult?

There were still difficulties torturing her!

Xuanyuan Wentian was the master of his afterimage for more than ten years. What was there to talk about with her? Xiao Lan turned around and coldly ignored the afterimage.