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Han Yuhao was stunned at first, then he looked at the cold and terrifying Xuanyuan Yun beside Xiao Lan and couldn't help but tease him.

"Oh ~ I'm getting married, but you would still follow such a pedantic thing?"

Xiao Lan feigned helplessness as she raised her eyebrows.

"Yeah, there's nothing I can do about it. He's a prince, and I can't beat him."

Xuanyuan Feng squinted his long and narrow eyes as he heard these words. What, was her obedience to him due to his martial power?

As for the others, the conversation between the two of them was simply shocking.

Everyone widened their eyes as they looked at the two as if they were not of my race. This included Chu Tian, who had guessed that they were from the same race.

However, Chu Tian did not understand. The Regent's Consort did not even have anything to do with him, Han Yuhao. Could she be the same type of person Han Yuhao had always been talking about?

How could this be possible!?

Regardless of whether he believed it or not, Han Yuhao's gaze was currently on Xiao Lan as he sized her up. In fact, he was becoming more and more excited.

Han Yuhao approached Xiao Lan and asked with a beaming smile.

"You are also a soul …"

Before Han Yuhao could say the word 'wear', Xiao Lan had already pulled the brocade handkerchief from his sleeve and stuffed it into Han Yuhao's mouth.

"Man, Nottosayanythingelse." Don't say anything you shouldn't, sir.)

The brocade handkerchief truly caused Han Yuhao's mouth to feel uncomfortable. Han Yuhao quickly pulled the brocade handkerchief out of his mouth, and waved his hand with a face full of redness.

"OK, OK, Ikow."

This time, the conversation between the two completely shocked everyone.

For a moment, the entire hall was completely silent.

If they hadn't guessed wrong, what they had said was the words of those who looked completely different from them. Moreover, they had never come into contact with those people.

How could the two of them speak the language of the alien?

Xuanyuan Yun's long and narrow gaze fixated on Xiao Lan's body as the hand by his side slowly curled up.

Like a piece of wood, the wind moved to Xuanyuan Feng's side. "My prince, my princess, this …"

Xuanyuan Wentian's gaze suddenly darkened, and he suddenly let out a cold laugh. "This king has truly underestimated her."

"..."

Ru Feng didn't know what to say. How was this underestimating?

On the other hand, Wei An was already dumbstruck on the spot as he stared blankly at Xiao Lan.

Lan Yi, Lan Yi …

Is she?

It was only now that Yu-An realized the problem.

Amidst everyone's shock, Han Yuhao gradually stopped coughing and looked at Xiao Lan with a smile. This girl's temper was quite impetuous, but he liked it.

"How about a drink? We talked, we talked. "

Drink?

Yes, but not now.

She, Xiao Lan, hadn't forgotten what she came here for. Although this Vice Pavilion Master was an unexpected accident, it didn't affect her original intentions.

Xiao Lan bent over and picked up the paper that Han Yuhao had scattered on the ground due to his excitement.

"We can drink. Let's talk business first."

As Xiao Lan spoke, she handed the paper over to Han Yuhao.

Han Yuhao smiled confidently as he received the paper that Xiao Lan handed to him. His eyes casually flipped through the paper a few times, and even his voice was indifferent as he asked.

"You want to forge the weapons on it?"

Xiao Lan nodded. "Yes."

Han Yuhao raised his head with a smile still on his face, but in the end, his expression became somewhat more complicated.

A moment later, Han Yuhao casually placed the paper on the wooden table behind him, and looked over at Xuanyuan Feng.

"I'll first talk with him about what benefits our Wolong Pavilion will receive."

Xuanyuan Yun's cold gaze slowly swept over Xiao Lan's body. After that, his cold gaze fell upon Han Yuhao's body. His cold voice carried a sense of majesty as he returned.

"That depends on what you people from the Dragon Reaches Pavilion want."

Han Yuhao raised his gaze. What a haughty tone.

"Whatever?"

Xuan Yuan's expression was still as cold as ever. "As long as you're willing to speak."

Han Yuhao's gaze towards Xuanyuan Yun started to turn serious, gradually changing to a probing look. In the end, it became a look of appreciation.

He had been here for ten years and had seen too many stubborn and narrow-minded people in the past ten years. Although there were one or two outstanding people here, they were definitely not comparable to the person in front of him.

The man standing not too far away from him was definitely an extraordinary figure. Regardless of his every movement, every word and action unwittingly exuded the superior intellect and aura. All of this was not something that could be accomplished by putting on an act.

Han Yuhao couldn't help but look at Xiao Lan with interest.

"Now I can understand why you want to follow the customs of the land, you man … "That's right."

These two words were not bad. Han Yuhao's words were complicated and full of meaning. It was definitely not what he meant on the surface.

Xiao Lan calmly replied with a smile.

"I guess I don't have much else to do from now on. I'll be leaving first. You guys can discuss it slowly."

After she finished speaking, Xiao Lan's eyes revealed a sharp smile as she looked deeply at Han Yuhao.

Han Yuhao slightly raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything with a smile on his face.

Xiao Lan turned to look at Xuanyuan Yun, and for the first time in his life, he bent over him.

"Prince, I'll be going back first."

Xuanyuan Yun quietly looked at Xiao Lan, his eyes deep and profound in a place no one noticed.

"Okay," Xuanyuan Yun replied icily.

Xiao Lan stood up straight. The corner of her mouth was curled slightly as she turned around and left with a calm face.

He stared wide-eyed at Xiao Lan's leaving figure.

My god, the wangfei understands the rules now. She saluted the prince and called herself his concubine, truly giving face to the prince in front of others. I didn't expect that such a sensible time would come for her.

Because of Xiao Lan's departure, the main hall had become extremely strange for a time.

Silence, silence, and a heavy atmosphere.

The smile on Han Yuhao's face had long since disappeared. Chu Tian's face was filled with caution and occasionally he could not help but reveal a slightly blank expression. As for Xuanyuan Wentian, other than indifference, he was also cold.

The servants left the main hall tactfully. It was likely that the masters had begun to discuss business.

However, the crowd that had withdrawn outside the door could not help but recall the conversation and actions of the Vice Pavilion Master and the Regent Consort. The more they thought about it, the more they found it unbelievable.

After leaving the main hall, Xiao Lan directly returned to yesterday's residence. The red lotus had a complicated expression as it followed behind Xiao Lan. Every two steps, it would raise its head to look at Xiao Lan's back, feeling an indescribable strange feeling of correction.

Xiao Lan had already felt the red lotus's gaze, but he didn't pay it any heed as he thought about what he was going to do next.

After returning to her residence, Xiao Lan took the brush and ink and began to draw on the proclamation.

The red lotus peeked at them from afar. After taking a look, its entire body froze.

If she hadn't seen wrongly, the card Princess had drawn should have been a command medallion, and this medallion was the prince's.

Hong Lian couldn't help but furrow her brows in confusion. What was the princess doing drawing her royal title medallion?

After Xiao Lan finished drawing, she blew the ink on the proclamation dry and folded the proclamation neatly and placed it into her sleeve.

After doing all this, Xiao Lan summoned the Red Lotus.

"Red Lotus, come here."

The red lotus quickly returned to her senses and quickly walked to Xiao Lan's side. "Royal Consort, please give me your instructions."