"Princess Wen Qing truly had the privilege of forgetting things," Yan Zhuixing sneered. A mass of black Baleful Intent rose from his body, wrapping around him and surging. When the black aura was drawn back into his body, his true appearance was revealed. His face, however, remained deathly pale—the result of injuries that had yet to heal.
"Yan Zhuixing!" Wen Qing's voice trembled. She glanced outside the palace and understood everything at once. No wonder the people outside had not responded no matter how they were called—it turned out he had returned. In an instant, tears streamed from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks drop by drop.
The child who had poked his head out from behind her had initially been so frightened by the black smoke pouring from Yan Zhuixing's body that he shrank back. But when he saw his mother choking back sobs, he came around again like a little adult, stretching an arm out in front of her. In his childish voice, he said, "You're not allowed to hurt my mother!" Still, the little adult was trembling all over. He had never seen anyone who could change their appearance, and he was clearly terrified. Yet for the sake of protecting his mother, he had stepped forward without hesitation.
"She is your mother?" Yan Zhuixing snorted coldly. He reached out, seized the child by the collar, and lifted him directly before himself. Indifferently, he said, "Who is your father? If you don't tell me, I'll smash you to death." Someone had actually touched his woman; one could well imagine his mood.
The child immediately flailed his fists and kicked wildly, howling as he dangled in the air. "You bold servant! Let me go! My father is the strongest person in the world. When my father comes and sees