When I stopped licking, the lady panicked.

Yun Zhenting could understand the maids being sent back, but he couldn't quite understand why even Yun Xiyue was sent back.

"father……"

Yun Xiyue threw herself into Yun Zhenting's arms, sobbing uncontrollably, as she recounted the grievances she had suffered these past few days.

Yun Zhenting's expression changed from bewilderment to shock, and then from shock to fury.

He never expected that his daughter, the dignified city lord of Qingzhou, would suffer such humiliation in the Lin family mansion!

"How dare Lin Xuan!" Yun Zhenting was furious.

The housekeeper was at a loss for what to do.

He originally thought that Lin Xuan sent these maids home because he had a fight with Yun Xiyue, but he didn't expect that he would send Yun Xiyue back as well.

Could it be that Lin Xuan really intends to divorce his wife?

"Father, you...you must avenge me! I really...I can't swallow this!"

Yun Xiyue cried terribly. She had never suffered such humiliation in her life. Not only did Lin Xuan take away her innocence, but he also humiliated and bullied her.

Most importantly, Lin Xuan was a simp she had always looked down upon.

In her eyes, marrying Lin Xuan was a complete step down, a complete humiliation for herself, and a way to suffer with Lin Xuan.

He should be extremely grateful to her for marrying him and treat her like a god.

"Yueyue, don't worry, your father will definitely not let this go." Yun Zhenting's eyes were fierce, his fists clenched silently, his expression extremely menacing. "I will make Lin Xuan, and the entire Lin family, pay the price! However..."

"But what?" Yun Xiyue asked.

"However, Yueyue, you must always remember your mission, and always remember why you married Lin Xuan," Yun Zhenting said.

Yun Xiyue said, "I have always remembered that I only wanted to borrow the Lin family's wealth to make up for the losses of my Yun family, and borrow the Lin family's troops to help my brother successfully succeed to the throne."

Yun Zhenting nodded and said, "That's right, so you'll have to put up with this for a while longer."

"You should know that the Lin family's Black Armor Army has always been loyal to orders, not people. As long as you can get the Northern King's Order from Lin Xuan, then we will have control of the Northern King's Black Armor Army."

"With the Black Armor Army in hand, everything becomes much easier."

Yun Xiyue said aggrievedly, "But... I can't swallow this."

"Miss, this old servant has a solution," the steward said with a smile.

Yun Xiyue asked, "What's your plan?"

The steward said, "Miss and the Third Prince are childhood sweethearts. We have all witnessed the Third Prince's excellence; almost no one can surpass him."

"Why not have the Third Prince send you back to the Lin family? That would give Lin Xuan a sense of crisis and awaken his possessiveness towards you. Wouldn't that make it easier to control him?"

After hearing the butler's suggestion, Yun Xiyue smiled broadly and said, "What a great idea! Brother Zhan is so outstanding. As long as he stands in front of Lin Xuan, Lin Xuan will feel ashamed and embarrassed."

"At that time, Lin Xuan will definitely treat me with utmost respect because he is afraid of losing me, and he will do whatever I say."

The butler smiled and said, "Miss is indeed exceptionally intelligent."

Yun Zhenting said, "His Highness the Third Prince will be coming to Fenghuo Forest for a hunting expedition in the coming days. At that time, you will be able to meet with the Third Prince."

"With His Highness the Third Prince personally escorting you back to the Lin family, Lin Xuan won't dare to do anything to you."

Yun Xiyue nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes, Father, that's a great idea!"

"Okay, you go and rest first. You don't need to worry about the rest," Yun Zhenting said.

"it is good."

Yun Xiyue happily returned to her boudoir.

She sat on the bed, holding a doll dressed in an apricot-yellow python robe, missing her Zhan-gege (brother Zhan), and a shy blush of girlish infatuation appeared on her face.

Hmph, you stinky Lin Xuan, just wait until Brother Zhan arrives, then you'll be begging me. Unless you kneel down, I will absolutely not give you another chance!

……

On this day, Lin Xuan packed his luggage and prepared to head to the Beacon Forest.

Anbert instructed Lin Xuan to be extra careful and secretly arranged for experts to protect him.

Lin Xuan rode at full speed and soon arrived at the outer edge of the Beacon Forest.

A cold wind howled, rustling the leaves and sounding like the roar of a monster; a faint smell of blood permeated the air.

Lin Xuan, without changing his expression, took out the map that Master Xiaoxiang had given him and began searching for the location of the hot spring.

Lin Xuan had visited this beacon forest in his previous life, but he had never found the so-called hot spring, which made him doubt the authenticity of the map.

Lin Xuan slowly stepped into the forest, his soul power spreading outwards like a tide, quickly enveloping the surroundings.

At that moment, Lin Xuan took in all the rustling of the wind, the movement of grass, and the sight of birds and beasts around him.

With the support of his soul power, Lin Xuan easily dodged some ferocious monsters and walked step by step toward the location on the map.

No sooner had he left than a group of men arrived at the outskirts of Fenghuo Forest.

It was a group of people dressed in royal attire, and the grand royal procession silenced Lin Feng.

At the head of the procession was a man dressed in a royal blue robe with a jade belt around his waist. The robe had a side slit on the right side, a design that made it easy to lift his legs while riding a horse without being restricted by the hem of the robe.

He carried a quiver and bow on his back, and wore a ruby ​​hat on his head. The ruby ​​on the top of the hat sparkled in the sunlight, symbolizing his noble status.

The man had distinct facial features, with a pair of piercing sword-like eyebrows, but his phoenix eyes seemed to carry a hint of evil.

He often wore a smile, and when the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his eyebrows were slanted upwards, and the nonchalant wickedness in his eyes was more eye-catching than the sapphire blue robe he wore.

He was the Third Prince – Xiao Zhan.

Behind him followed a group of men, all of whom were his confidants and servants.

As for the woman who was on par with him, she was his princess consort, Luo Qingxue.

Luo Qingxue wore a white robe, and a faint sadness lingered on her delicate face. Although her eyebrows were like ink paintings, her sideburns like knife cuts, her features were exquisite, and her temperament was refined, the loneliness in her eyes made her appear somewhat dull and lackluster, like a bright pearl sinking into a pond, dim and without luster, which was truly a pity.

Her sorrow did not come from anyone else, but from Xiao Zhan.

Her father was the Left Prime Minister of the court. Her marriage to Xiao Zhan was bestowed by the Emperor himself. However, the two never consummated their marriage. Although Luo Qingxue was often with Xiao Zhan, she was as if she had been banished to the cold palace and never received his favor.

Although Luo Qingxue was well-read and knowledgeable from a young age, she was still a woman, and moreover, a married woman. Even though she was always by Xiao Zhan's side, she did not receive his favor. How was this any different from being a widow?

In previous years she could tolerate loneliness, but as time went on, she felt her heart becoming increasingly restless.

She didn't want to live a life of widowhood, didn't want to be neglected by Xiao Zhan, and didn't want her precious youth to be wasted.

With her beauty and talent, she should have been Xiao Zhan's virtuous wife, shining brightly in the harem.

However, she and Xiao Zhan not only did not have a marital relationship, but Xiao Zhan never even touched her.

She felt lonely, empty, and miserable.

She desperately wanted Xiao Zhan to look at her, touch her, and pamper her.

Luo Qingxue turned to look at Xiao Zhan, but Xiao Zhan kept looking in the direction of Qingzhou City.

Luo Qingxue's fingers clenched tightly, causing wrinkles to appear on the hem of her sleeve embroidered with lotus blossoms.

She was an educated woman, yet she couldn't even utter the word "good man."

Your Highness, why do you look into the distance and refuse to even glance at me? Look at me! I am your princess consort, I am your woman!

She bit her lip, hoping that Xiao Zhan could see through her grievances and loneliness.

Unfortunately, Xiao Zhan did not. He kept looking in the direction of Qingzhou City, always thinking of his sister Yun Xiyue.