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"Young Prince, congratulations."

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhao Qingyan turned his head in surprise. Seeing Bai Zhen smiling and bowing, he hurriedly stood up and returned the greeting, "Thank you."

Bai Zhen smiled faintly. "Fortunately, I was able to make it in time. I was almost delayed on the road." His gaze landed on a person with a strange expression and a hint of ridicule flashed across his eyes. "Yun Yi is here as well."

Zhao Baiyi coughed lightly and said, "Seventh brother's wedding, how can I not be there? "Don't make fun of me the next time." He secretly looked around and asked, "Where's the teacher?" "I'll go and pay my respects now …"

Bai Zhen only smiled, but did not reply.

On the contrary, Zhao Qingyan guessed with a smile, "Since the Grand Scholar is here, he should head over to Royal Father first. Uncle Thirteen and Royal Brother are here, so Second Brother won't be able to make it if he goes over now."

Zhao Baiyi hesitated for a moment and then sat back down. "I wanted to hide with you, but who knew that I would fail."

Zhao Qingyan couldn't help but laugh as she looked at the guests. "How lively."

Zhao Baiyi didn't notice his expression and just casually replied, "Of course. You're a prince, which one of the people outside the capital isn't in a hurry to come and congratulate me?"

It was unknown what Zhao Qingyan was thinking, or who she wanted to find among the people that came and went. After a long time, she said softly, "Let's go to Father's place."

Zhao Baiyi was slightly startled. "I'll go meet with Teacher later. You don't have to accompany me there."

Zhao Qingyan smiled, "I'm not accompanying you, I just want to go." If there are people that I want to meet, I might be able to meet them earlier at my Royal Father's place. "

— —

"Mo'er is here." Everyone's gaze fell on the young man who was about to enter through the door. The noisy conversation and laughter also quieted down a little.

Zhao Qingyan walked in with some difficulty as he held onto the door frame. When he saw everyone looking at him, he clasped his hands together and smiled, "You're acting stupid. I've let my uncles down."

Everyone returned the gesture and exchanged a few polite words.

After a short pause, the Qi King asked, "Didn't you say that you were tired and wanted to rest? Why are you here? "

Zhao Qingyan's throat was a little sore and he forcefully endured it. He did not reveal any flaws on his face and just smiled as he said, "I knew that Martial Uncle Bai was here. I came to take a look." It's rather unexpected that teacher and Big Brother Xia are here as well. "

When Zhao Baiyi and Bai Zhen heard his words, they felt as if they were familiar with a youth with the surname 'Xia'. They subconsciously looked around, and their eyes landed on the youth standing next to Xiao Zhiyu. They looked at each other and shrugged.

Xiao Zhiyu had not seen his disciple for a long time, but when he saw his disciple, he only revealed a look of surprise before regaining his calm. "Your wedding today, was it unexpected for me to come?"

"To tell the truth, not only was I surprised, I was also terrified." Zhao Qingyan's eyes were filled with a faint smile. However, it caused his ink-like eyes to grow a little more lively. He kneeled down, not at all disrespectful due to the special days. "I pay my respects to you, teacher. Good morning."

Xiao Zhiyu stood up to help him up, and when he got closer, he could not help but reveal a look of helplessness, "It's been a long time since we last met, and you're still as formal as before."

Zhao Qingyan moved according to his strength and grabbed Xiao Zhiyu's arm in a subtle way that most people didn't notice. His movement was also a lot easier than before.

Seeing his expression from afar, Xiao Zhi knew that he was in a difficult position. Thus, he was not surprised when he felt the strength in his hand. Following his movements to help him up, Xiao Zhiyu gave him some of his inner energy, and the expression in his eyes changed slightly.

After Zhao Qingyan stood up, he took a step back. The smile on his face did not seem forced at all, "It's rare to see a teacher, how could a disciple dare to be rude?"

Seeing that he was deliberately taking a step back, Xiao Zhiyin gave way to his thoughts and chatted with him in a casual manner, "It's difficult for a man to walk on the road to Shu, but it's not easy to make a trip. It's been two years since I've seen you, and it's really rare.

Zhao Qingyan smiled lightly, "It's because I was lazy and did not visit you often. On the contrary, I made it difficult for you."

Xiao Zhi smiled and asked, "How could I not come today?"

Zhao Qingyan cupped his hands to the young man beside him and said, "Teacher and Brother Xia, you must stay here for a few more days."

Xia Qingshang stood up and returned the greeting. His eyes were downcast as he said in a dull tone, "You are welcome, Crown Prince. I haven't seen Junior Sister for a long time and have missed her very much. Since Crown Prince is willing to let me stay for a long time, then I won't refuse, right? "

Zhao Qingyan smiled and nodded. "It's good that Brother Xia is willing." He greeted the remaining elders who were on good terms with his father, and then sat down beside Ran Star Dust.

The Qi King was a prince, but he rarely interacted with the officials of the imperial court. Instead, some of the officials who were on good terms with him in his youth sat in the room and chatted and laughed with each other. According to the etiquette, the banquet had not yet officially started. If Zhao Qingyan wanted to take a seat, he would have to sit beside Zhao Baiyi. However, he gave the seat next to Zhao Baiyi to Bai Zhen before going around to sit on the left side of the Ran Star Dust.

The main seat was on the left, while the guest seat was on the right. Therefore, the first messenger king to the left of the Qi King, the second messenger king, and below him was the crown prince, Zhao Shu, and the crown prince's son, Zhao Baiyi. On the right was Bai Yutang, followed by Xiao Zhiyin, Xia Qingshang, and the rest of the officials. Ran Xingchen was originally sitting on the right, but he had been pulled to the side by Zhao Qingyan to sit next to Bai Zhen.

With his title, even though he had been away from the imperial court for many years, now that Zhao Shu was the crown prince, he had gained a status similar to the crown prince's Grand Preceptor. Even though Xiao Zhiyu didn't have an official position, he had Xia Qingshang, the heir to the Trojan Horse, who insisted on sitting under him. One had to know that after the marquis of the wooden horse died for several months, this foster son still hadn't shown himself. However, the marquis of the wooden horse was a hereditary title, so everyone could only treat him as a marquis.

Bai Zhen could be considered to be from the same sect as the Crown Prince, Prince Huan, and Crown Prince Qi. After saluting, Zhao Baiyi pulled him towards the left. Who would've thought that Zhao Qingyan would actually drag Ran Xingchen along with him and sit at the very back.

Upon seeing their actions, Xiao Zhiyin and Bai Yutang couldn't help but look at each other. When they saw that the two kings were still calm and unperturbed, they couldn't help but let out a carefree laughter.

When the Qi King was young, he had often been in the martial arts world and had also known many of the martial artists there. Because of this, Zhao Qingyan had an unbreakable connection with the martial world. The entire Bianliang City knew that Young Master Qi was the most obnoxious of them all. However, with his status and the etiquette that he should pay attention to, it was impossible for him to turn a blind eye.

In such an important occasion, Zhao Qingyan had actually pulled Ran and Bai to the throne of the royal family. The Qi King's expression was the same as usual, without the slightest intention of blaming him for being impolite.

He had no choice but to guess the deep meaning behind it.

Seeing him do this, Ran Xingchen didn't question him. But seeing that Zhao Qingyan's expression was a little lonely, she couldn't help but ask: "What about it? Looks a little disappointed? "

Zhao Qingyan raised his head to look at him and smiled helplessly, "A bit, I guess." I originally thought that they would come, but who would have thought that you would be the only one. "

Ran Xingchen was silent for a moment. He seemed to have thought of the scene when he last saw Jiang Wuyan and revealed a helpless expression, "Uncle Jiang must have been delayed on the way. He must have come."

Zhao Qingyan slowly shook his head, "It's best if he doesn't come. It's just that I can't help but think of him. Those who should be blessing us, there are a few who will be absent. "

Ran Xingchen's gaze fell on Xia Qingqian. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something as he looked around, "Why is Brother Xia here? Can't you see Brother Wen?"

When Bai Zhen heard this, he threw Zhao Boyi aside, turned his head, and softly asked, "Is that Elder Brother Xia?"

Ran Xingchen was startled. Seeing that Zhao Qingyan was also surprised, he couldn't help but ask, "Isn't that so?"

Bai Zhen threw up his hands, "I've never seen him before. I've only often heard my father mention him. I heard from Zi Yu that Brother Wen will come on behalf of the Wen family.

Ran Xingchen asked tentatively, "That?"

Bai Zhen nodded. "That should be the case."

Zhao Qingyan couldn't help but laugh when she saw their vague conversation, "You must be from the Crippling Feather Sect, right? I can see the fatigue on your faces. It must be because you're in too much of a hurry. "

Ran Xingchen and Bai Zhen looked at each other and broke into laughter, "As long as you know the day of Daji, it's good enough that you don't mention it."

Zhao Qingyan innocently blinked, "I didn't say anything."

Zhao Baiyi looked over, "What are you guys talking about? I've been listening to it for a long time, but why can't I understand a single word? "

The three of them knew about it, but they didn't. After laughing for a while, they went back to their own stories.

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Pu ~" Wen Wan spat out a mouthful of blood. Seeing the dagger coming towards him, he raised his hand and grabbed it, taking a few steps back before condensing his inner force. Four people in front of him couldn't dodge in time, and were struck by the blood mist before they could even cry out before falling to the ground and dying. When the blood that was filled with inner strength came into contact with his skin, it was as if a sharp blade was piercing his skin. Despite being caught off guard, there were still a few assassins who were able to avoid it, and Wen Wan couldn't help but reveal a trace of regret.

The sickly wind helped Liu Gan retreat two steps before returning. He looked at the corpse under his feet and asked, "Were you seriously injured in the first place?"

Seeing him spitting out blood, the Southern Hall also stopped. They raised their hands to signal the assassins to not rush to take action.

Wen Wan raised his arm to wipe off the blood from his face, then used one hand to support himself against the stone wall to prevent himself from falling down. "Thanks to your honorable hall, it can't be considered a serious injury."

Sick Wind supported Liu Ming and turned around to look at the dozens of corpses. He could not help but shake his head, "It's been so long. It should be over by now."

Wen Wan slightly raised his lips. A few flying daggers appeared in his empty palm just a moment ago. "It's still far from the end."

Sick Wind helped Liu Hao not care, "Based on your current situation, even if you were to put your life on the line, you wouldn't be able to kill any one of us. "After all, you can only kill a few more ordinary assassins before you die. Why?"

Wen Wan weighed the sword he had just taken from a certain assassin, and muttered: "This is a rare opportunity." This sword was only two fingers wide, and was also thinner than ordinary blades. If it was used for hacking and killing, it would break if less than three people were killed. However, if it was used to cut through the neck, it would be the best weapon to use.

Such a light weapon was Wen Wan's favorite weapon.

The sickly wind lifted Liu Chang only saw him lower his head to look at his sword as if he was mumbling something. In the blink of an eye, he had already swept up a patch of snow and disappeared from where he stood.

"Please be careful, Xi Tang!"

As soon as the Southern Hall's warning sounded, the sickly wind propped up the willow tree and felt a gust of cold wind behind its head. It immediately bent down and dodged to the side, the folding fan in its hand sweeping behind it.

Wen Wan, as if anticipating his response, lightly leapt up and put one foot on the folding fan, while the other foot mercilessly went straight for Liu Xin's chin, sending out a few rays of blue light behind him.

Sick Wind helped Liu Ming twist the fan handle with his right hand, and a few steel needles popped out. His left hand formed a claw and he channeled his inner strength.

Wen Wan's lips curved up in a mocking smile, and with the strength of his waist, he turned in the air with his folding fan under his feet, and with a nearly twisted posture, kicked the left foot of Xi Tang's chin instead of his right foot, and heavily kicked him in the face. The sword in his hand lightly pressed against the fan, sticking to it with his inner strength. After landing, he swung it with force.

When Nan Tang and Yan Bugui saw his killing intent, they immediately rushed towards the two people fighting, but were forced back several steps by the blue shadows. When they got there again, the sick wind and willow had already been disarmed and flew ten steps away.

Wen Wan lifted his hand and waved it in the air, collecting the six cicada blades back into his sleeves. Looking at the six blades which had taken away their six lives, his eyes turned a bit dark, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

"You are very strong." When the Southern Hall saw him retreat towards the cliff and attempt to use the mountain to block their backs, they knew that he was at the end of his road. "But you can't kill any of us."

Blood trickled down his finger and dripped onto the snow, leaving a trail of blood as he retreated. Even if he didn't kill him, with his blood loss, it wouldn't be long before he himself would die.

Wen Wan raised his hand to cover the gaping wound in his shoulder, looking at the slowly approaching killers, he leaned against the stone wall, looking at the Southern City with a smile that wasn't a smile. "Do you really think I've ruined my appearance and changed my voice to give you a head?"

More than a hundred assassins couldn't make him feel even the slightest bit of fear. At this moment, he could still laugh.