- With enough money and a guide, we headed south to Jinzhou.

　　Along the way, there were a few troublemakers, but Lu Jinan beat them all to the ground.

　　I marveled, "You really have some skills." Lu Jinan proudly lifted his chin, "Of course, otherwise how could I have rescued you from a group of martial arts experts?" On our journey to Ling Shan Temple, I was accompanied by dozens of highly skilled guards.

　　Each of them could take on hundreds alone.

　　In this situation, Lu Jinan's ability to abduct me unscathed was truly impressive.

　　On the other side, in the palace.

　　In Haitang Hall, Shen Su sat by the couch, holding a piece of paper with five words written on it.

　　"Beware of Zhou Xing'an." The candle flickered in his pitch-black eyes, crumpling the paper, and an eerie and menacing aura surrounded him.

　　His imperial sister had disappointed him...

　　that little liar who spewed nothing but lies.

　　He shouldn't have trusted her! However, he didn't know when she had gained such a formidable expert by her side.

　　"Find her! Dig three feet into the ground if you have to, but bring the princess back!" "Yes!" A row of black-clad men acknowledged the order and withdrew.

　　Shen Su walked to the desk, and the bright red wedding gown sat there quietly, waiting for its owner to complete it.

　　His slender fingertips glided across the fabric, and the phoenix-shaped eyes squinted slightly, revealing a sickly and dark gleam.

　　Run? Why would she want to run? He had already restrained himself enough.

　　Towards her, he had always been gentle, considerate, and patient.

　　Shen Su believed that he had been pretending well enough.

　　But still, he couldn't keep her.

　　Since that's the case, he no longer had to suppress himself.