"..." Huangfu Ye's eyes flashed, murderous intent suddenly appeared, he stood up, took the jade token from Qing Ling's hand with a gust of wind, and exuded an astonishing cold flame aura, "Qing Ling, lead the way!"

He wanted to see her condition with his own eyes, even if he had to force his way in!

A turbulent cold undercurrent flashed in the peerless eyes. Huangfu Ye's handsome outline was tight, as if covered with a thin layer of frost, and his thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line as sharp as a blade!

Qing Ling didn't know at all that his wise and demonic Highness had already figured out Luo Ran's current situation from his words of "swearing with anger and yelling at the top of his lungs" -

How could such a stubborn and arrogant person like him curse with all his strength and anger just because of the pain of washing his marrow and cutting off his tendons?

It must be that damn old monster Jun Niansheng who used harsh and strong drugs on her that she shouldn't have to endure!

That's why she was so angry.

Medicinal baths that cleanse the marrow and cut the tendons. If the target is a man, it doesn't matter if you use a rougher one. The more painful it is, the more it can expand the meridians and Dantian, strengthen the muscles and bones, and strengthen the willpower. But the problem is, his Ran'er is a woman!

Yaowang Valley is the holy land of medicine and poison in the mainland. Finding a gentle marrow-cleansing and muscle-clearing medicated bath specifically designed for women is a piece of cake. Why does that damn monster dare to torture his woman!

"Your Highness, you can't break in!" Huangfuye's expected reaction made Qingling smile bitterly, and an urgent explanation came out of his mouth: "That big house, from the outer courtyard to the inner courtyard, is the same as the back hill of our Regent's Palace.

It’s like a forbidden area, with mysterious Qimen formations arranged! If you don’t know how to crack it, you will definitely not be able to get in without someone to guide you.”

Mysterious Qimen Formation! Huangfu Ye's wind-like steps froze on the spot and could no longer move.

The peerless eyes are filled with countless sharp undercurrents. Huangfuye's handsome face is as tight as cold jade. His silver teeth are clenched tightly, and the muscles of his cheeks are faintly twitching. His beautiful thin lips are pursed even colder and sharper than the blade of a knife. His whole body is full of energy.

A terrifying aura of anger and coldness burst out!

The invisible icy air flow centered on his body and surged in all directions.

At this moment, Qing Ling seemed to see the air in the entire study being frozen by invisible airflow, as if winter was coming.

Huangfuye's knuckles were clenched until they turned white, and he tried with all his strength to control his emotions. His right hand, wrapped in a bandage, was clenched tightly. Dots of bright red bloomed like bright red plum blossoms on the thin white bandage, rustling.

While trembling, I almost crushed the Wenrun Jade Tablet in my palm to pieces--

Crack...!

The slight sound of a jade plaque breaking, in this cold and stagnant atmosphere that could be heard even if a pin dropped to the ground, was undoubtedly thunder in spring, so clear!

The jade tablet did not turn into powder, but it still cracked.

Qing Ling's back tensed and she shivered in horror.

His scalp was numb as he looked at the slender back in front of him that was as tight as an unsheathed sword. His Adam's apple rolled hard and he hesitated to speak. He wanted to remind His Highness that when the jade medal was handed over to him,

, Jun Niansheng warned that if the jade token was broken into pieces, His Highness would never step foot into that mansion, but in the end, he still remained silent - now, if he doesn't want to be angered by His Highness and die.

, it’s best to remain silent.

His jaw was tense and his chest was rising and falling like a gust of wind. Huangfuye's heavy breathing seemed particularly turbulent and dangerous in this stagnant cold silence.

Closing his eyes with extreme repression and forbearance, Huangfu Ye stood quietly, taking deep breaths and exhalations patiently to calm down the angry murderous intent and intense heartache tumbling in his chest.

Qingling looked at his back, which was like a cold stone sculpture, and did not dare to take a breath. His back was already covered with cold sweat, and he could even feel the beads of cold sweat slowly rolling down the skin on his back.

As time passed by, Qingling was keenly aware of the stagnant coldness in the air as Huangfu Ye's breathing gradually calmed down, disappearing bit by bit amidst the torment that lasted like years.

In the end it was calm as if nothing had happened.

"Qing Ling." Huangfu Ye called lightly. There was no sadness or joy in his voice, and there was no trace of emotional fluctuations. He moved his right hand slightly, and the flawless jade medal in his hand was covered with cracks like ice cubes, and was wrapped in invisible true energy.

Flying in front of Qing Ling.

"Go to the underground secret warehouse, take out the small bottle of Ten Thousand Years Jade Lotion and Thousand Years Hundred Flowers Nectar and send it to her. Tell her that I will settle this account for her. Don't break your voice by shouting."

Huangfu Ye's back was still as straight and taut as an unsheathed sword, but the edge was restrained, as if something more terrifying was brewing - some things, when restrained to a certain extent, explode with power.

It is far more dangerous than the sharp edge that you have been showing off.

As the saying goes, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years.

After catching the jade token that was almost destroyed, Qingling shivered with coldness again. The heavy stone pressing on his chest finally let go. He nodded respectfully: "Yes, Your Highness."

"In addition, take this token and go to the Ange to find someone. Make an appointment and tell him that I want to entrust a big deal to the person who can make the decision in the Ange." His voice was always calm, and Huangfu put his hand in Ye Tan's arms.

, took out the purple gold token that Jun Niansheng threw to him that night, and threw it to Qing Ling without looking back.

"Yes, Your Highness!" Qing Ling was shocked and stunned for a moment, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"Finally, tell the people in the back mountain that I will come over tonight." After squeezing his fingers, Huangfu Ye finally let go of his fingers.

The bloody plum blossoms blooming wantonly on the bandage on his right hand clearly revealed his uneasy mood...

"Yes, Qing Ling understands." Hearing this, Qing Ling frowned, her eyes were strangely complicated, and the person in the back... Tsk.

"Well, go ahead." Huangfuye ordered calmly, his voice as indifferent as water, but those peerless eyes that slowly opened were filled with a cold undercurrent like snowflakes!
Chapter completed!