Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

Song Yueyao stepped on the person with the best skills, presumably the leader of the group.

Although the men were dressed in the clothes of ordinary scholars, their sleeves had been torn during the fight, revealing burn scars on their exposed arms.

They were all assassins trained by Grand Tutor Yin.

However, this time they weren't sent for assassination; otherwise, if the mission had failed, these people would have committed suicide long ago. Since they're still alive, they're just tracking.

So, the only reason they were following her was for that thing.

"You were sent by Grand Tutor Yin, following us all this way just to obtain it, right?" Song Yueyao took out the Illusionary Stone from her bosom. Its entire body was radiant with seven colors rotating, truly a rare treasure in the world. It is said that with this stone, one can absorb the power of all things and use it for one's own benefit.

No wonder her cold-blooded father went so far as to marry her off to an elderly man in his seventies, all in exchange for this stone.

"Princess..." The man knew his identity had been exposed, so there was no need to hide it anymore.

"Go back and tell your lord and Grand Tutor Yin," Song Yueyao squatted down, her tone suddenly turning cold, and slapped the man's face repeatedly with her crescent blade, "I will be returning to the capital soon, and I will personally present this iridescent stone to him then."

"But I have only one request: release my mother, or don't even think about handing it over!"

Since the Nie family army was wiped out, her mother had completely lost her usefulness and was placed under house arrest in the Cold Palace. This time, she only wanted to take her mother out of the palace.

The man lay on the ground, glancing silently toward the door before his eyes returned to the iridescent stone in Song Yueyao's hand.

They had little respect for a princess who had been sent as a hostage since childhood.

In fact, the reason Grand Tutor Yin sent them was secondary; the Illusionary Stone was secondary.

The most important goal is to bring back the boy who has an immortal body.

Unfortunately, after observing and testing him for many days, they found that the young man's strength was unfathomable, and the group of them was simply no match for him.

But they discovered a weakness: the little girl beside the boy.

Unfortunately, just as they were planning to approach, before they could even make a move, they heard a faint ringing sound.

The next instant, the boy appeared out of thin air.

He landed leisurely beside her, a smile playing on his lips, and casually asked, "Whose little lady is missing me again?"

They were all stunned.

After hiding behind the wall and looking at each other for a moment, they could only hastily retreat.

After much deliberation, he realized there was nothing he could do, so he could only continue to spy in secret and wait for the right opportunity.

Although their tracking had been exposed, fortunately the princess only assumed they were after the Rainbow Stone. The leader breathed a sigh of relief and quickly kowtowed, saying, "Yes, Your Highness, I will certainly convey the princess's message."

There were spare small boats on the large ship. Song Yueyao lowered one down and kicked all of them overboard, one after another, throwing two oars at them. "Get back to Kyoto! If I find you following me again, I'll make you pay!"

Chai Xiaomi watched this scene from the side of the boat, her eyes sparkling: Wow, Sister Yao's decisive and efficient way of doing things is so cool!

Fortunately, the ship had only recently left port, so rowing back wasn't too difficult. If they were in the middle of the sea, these people would probably have starved to death.

My infatuation only lasted a second.

The next instant, a face so handsome it was deadly appeared before my eyes, a close-up beauty overload.

The man even imitated her gesture, folding his hands together, resting his chin on his arm, and tilting his head to look at her.

"The lady praised my looks earlier, but now she won't even spare me a glance. Could it be that she was lying?"

Her heterochromatic eyes were clear and bright, like a deep pool in the mountains, enough to drown a person if they weren't careful.

"How could I be lying to you? In all the world, you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, regardless of gender or category. No matter who comes, they all have to wait in line after you." After explaining, Chai Xiaomi muttered, "I'm just... a little used to it."

The word "habit" drifted into Wu Li's ears, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Suddenly, Song Yueyao's words popped into my mind: "Two people should keep some distance from each other. If they are always sticking together, it will make people feel sick."

A faint sense of panic crept into my heart.

Thinking about it carefully, Mimi's starry-eyed expression has indeed become less and less frequent.

It seems only those specific moments remain: when the totem appears on his body, when he takes off his clothes, when he calls out "sister" in a hoarse voice, and when he opens his eyes groggily in the morning...

Only at these times do her eyes shine, like butterflies with countless wings covered in stars, fluttering in her pupils.

Ni...ya?

This word lingered in his mind, and a warning bell suddenly rang.

This doesn't seem good.

*

After taking a bath, Chai Xiaomi nestled in the soft bedding, her long, half-wet hair draped over her shoulders, a few stray strands clinging to her cheeks, making her small face appear even whiter and more delicate.

The moonlight outside the window falls on the sea, breaking into a shimmering silver surface. Occasionally, a wave gently laps against the hull, rocking the boat gently like a cradle.

The sea breeze seeped in through the cracks in the window, carrying the chill of late autumn.

She recalled how Wu Li drew his bow during the day—his slender fingers, his nonchalant gaze, and the arrow of light that appeared out of thin air.

Unable to resist the urge, he took out the Ice Bow and Mystic Arrow from his Qiankun Bag and began to tinker with them.

The body was icy cold, and the touch sent chills down my spine.

She tried to imitate him by playing the open string, but nothing happened except that her fingertips twitched from the cold.

I'm not convinced.

She raised the bow high, squinted one eye, gestured towards the candlelight, and muttered, "Whoosh—whoosh—"

He struck a few poses in front of the bronze mirror, turning to the side, drawing the string, and tilting his head slightly, trying his best to project an air of "mastery." But he couldn't help himself and laughed at his own joke, then huddled under the covers, giggling.

Just as they were having a great time, they suddenly heard the door to the cubicle being gently pushed open.

When Wu Li came out after taking a bath, he saw his lovely wife wrapped in a quilt, with only her fluffy little head showing. She was holding a magical weapon in her hand, aiming it seriously at the air, and making sounds.

Seeing him approach, she immediately turned her head to face him, her round almond-shaped eyes narrowing into slits, and her cherry lips slowly curving into a triumphant smile: "You've been struck by my Cupid's arrow, so just admit it!"

Wu Li: "?"

What does he have to admit?

"If I admit it, you'll probably peck at rice for me too!"

As she moved, the neckline of her nightgown slipped open a little more, revealing a sliver of her delicate collarbone. She was completely unaware of it, still trying to look cool with a straight face.

Wu Li: "..."

He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Is that your hometown dialect? It sounds a bit halting."

Chai Xiaomi was slightly taken aback.

Sometimes you really have to admire his keen insight.

"I guess so." She blinked, speaking in her own world, her own country, but not her true native tongue.

Youtiao (a type of fried dough stick) popped up and said, "Just a friendly reminder, host, you clearly lied to him last time and said you had amnesia. Why did you dig this hole for yourself?!"

Chai Xiaomi felt a chill run down her spine and secretly glanced at him.

Judging from Wu Li's expression, he didn't seem to want to investigate further.