After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

Her hair was as black as a waterfall, her skin as smooth as cream, and her lips as delicate as cherries.

She stood there in front of Lin Fengmian's room, took a deep breath, and gently knocked on the door.

"Knock knock knock".

"Junior Brother Lin, are you there?"

A moment later, Lin Fengmian's voice came from inside the door: "Senior Sister? Is something the matter?"

Xiao Xiyue bit her lip, her voice as soft as water:

"The arena battle is tomorrow. How about your senior sister helps you with your training tonight?"

Silence fell inside the door.

Xiao Xiyue's heartbeat quickened.

……

Three stunningly beautiful women with distinct personalities and three different feelings are all now devoted to one person.

At this moment, Lin Fengmian—

He was grinning foolishly at a pile of treasures, completely oblivious to the knocking.

……

The atmosphere inside the Prince Zhennan's mansion was somber.

Zhennan King Yan Pojun sat upright in the main seat, his face ashen.

Below the hall, the dark-faced strategist knelt on the ground, trembling.

"How dare you!" Yan Pojun slammed his hand on the armrest, his voice booming like thunder. "How dare you put me in such an unjust position!"

"Your Highness, spare me! Your Highness, spare me!"

The dark-faced strategist kowtowed repeatedly, his forehead bleeding profusely from the impact.

"I truly had no idea that the Xuan Tian Mirror would be used in this competition! If I had known, I wouldn't have dared to do it even if I had a hundred lives..."

"Drag him away and execute him!"

Yan Pojun waved his hand, and two guards immediately stepped forward and dragged the dark-faced strategist away.

The strategist's screams faded into the distance, eventually disappearing into the night.

Yan Pojun closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the anger in his heart.

A moment later, a light footstep sounded.

Yan Yiyi strode in and called out in a clear voice, "Father!"

Yan Pojun opened his eyes, looking at his little daughter, whom he both loved and resented, his expression complex:

"Youqing, thank you so much this time. You did the right thing."

Yan Yiyi blinked her big eyes and leaned closer:

"Father, I love Brother Lin Fengmian! He has so many delicious spiritual fruits and roasted meat!"

Yan Pojun stumbled and almost fell off his chair.

He sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead, his face full of helplessness.

"You...you like that kid just because he has good food?"

"Yes, that's right!" Yan Yiyi nodded matter-of-factly. "His grilled meat is delicious! Father, you haven't tried it, the taste..."

As she spoke, she began to swallow.

Yan Pojun's lips twitched as he looked at his daughter's appearance.

Are the brains of the Zhennan King's lineage all devoted to eating?

……

Meanwhile, inside the Imperial Study of the Great Yan Imperial Palace.

Bright lights.

Emperor Yan Tianqing of the Great Yan Dynasty put down the memorial in his hand, rubbed his temples, and looked at the eldest prince Yan Jiuxiao beside him:

"Have all those old fogies' mouths been gagged?"

"Father, rest assured, everything has been arranged."

Yan Jiuxiao responded respectfully, paused, and then said:

"But what about Uncle Wang..."

Yan Tianqing chuckled and waved his hand:

"Heh, I know your uncle's brain better than anyone. We're brothers, so I'll let him off this time. I hope he'll see the error of his ways."

He stood up, walked to the window with his hands behind his back, and gazed at the night outside, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"The enemies of the Yan family have never been our own brothers. He was just being used."

Upon hearing this, Yan Jiuxiao understood and bowed, saying:

"Father is wise. Furthermore, all information about Lin Fengmian has been investigated."

"Oh?" Yan Tianqing turned around, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. "Very good, bring it here!"

Yan Jiuxiao took out a jade tube from his sleeve and presented it with both hands.

Yan Tianqing took it and probed it with his divine sense.

A moment later, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"That's interesting."

……

Meanwhile, inside the Crown Prince's palace.

The candlelight flickered.

Crown Prince Yanwei was sitting opposite a burly man with an effeminate face.

The man was dressed in a black robe, with a sinister face, and exuded an unsettling aura.

He picked up his wine glass, downed it in one gulp, and sneered:

"Your Highness, that Lin Fengmian has ruined our plans."

Viper remained calm and said indifferently:

"He's just a clown; he can't cause any real trouble."

If Lin Fengmian were here, he would definitely recognize him—

The burly man with a effeminate face sitting opposite Crown Prince Yan Wuji was the perverted pale-faced cultivator who had chased after him and kept calling him "baby" in that ancient cave!

White-faced beauty!

There has long been a rumor in the court that the current Crown Prince Yan Wuji of the Great Yan Dynasty has a wonderful Crown Princess but doesn't use her, instead has a peculiar hobby—he likes male lovers!

At this moment, the two sat facing each other, the candlelight flickering, the atmosphere ambiguous.

Bai Huarong picked up her wine glass, drank it all in one gulp, licked the wine stains from the corner of her mouth, and said in a sweet voice:

"Your Highness, that Lin Fengmian has ruined our grand plan!"

Her voice was high-pitched and carried a hint of coquetry.

Yan Wuji remained calm and said indifferently, "He's just a clown; he can't cause any big trouble."

"But if he continues to stay by the Prince of Zhennan's side..." Bai Huarong frowned slightly, "what if he ruins His Highness's plans..."

"It's alright." Yan Wuji interrupted him, picked up his wine cup, and said with a cold look in his eyes, "I have my own arrangements."

Upon hearing this, Bai Huarong smiled and said no more.

He stood up, walked to the window, looked at the night outside, and suddenly remembered something, a glint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

"That Lin Fengmian... he's really handsome~"

He licked his lips, his voice flippant.

Yan Wuji glanced at him and snorted coldly, "Stop thinking about things. Business is more important."

"Yes, yes, yes~" Bai Huarong quickly composed herself, cupped her hands and said, "Your Highness, rest assured, I know what I'm doing."

Outside the window, the night was deep.

An even bigger storm is brewing.

……

at the same time.

On the other side of the Crown Prince's palace, in an elegant side room.

The candlelight was dim, and the sandalwood incense wafted gently.

A beautiful figure leaned against the window, the evening breeze causing her dress to sway, occasionally revealing her jade-like legs that made people swallow hard.

Tall, straight, and fair-skinned like jade.

The moonlight shone on her legs, giving them a faint sheen, like the finest white jade.

It was none other than the Crown Prince's Consort—Yan Qingluan!

At this moment, she was holding a jade tube in her hand, her phoenix eyes slightly lowered, her expression focused.

The jade tube clearly contained Lin Fengmian's information!

From birth to the present, every detail is listed.

"Lin Fengmian, the eldest son of the Lin family of Zhao Kingdom, possesses the Pure Yang Holy Body with Five Elemental Roots..."

Yan Qingluan recited it softly, her voice clear and melodious, like pearls falling on a jade plate.

When she saw the words "Pure Yang Holy Body", her heart couldn't help but flutter.

Pure Yang Holy Body...

That's a physique that only appears once every thousand years, making it an ideal dual cultivation partner for cultivators who practice Yin-Yang techniques.

She continued reading.

"First place on the individual leaderboard for the first round of the Myriad Demon Realm, third place overall for the Joyful Union Sect..."

Yan Qingluan's beautiful eyes lit up slightly.

This achievement is simply incredible, given the depth and foundation of the Hehuan Sect.