The atmosphere was taut, with swords drawn!
When a monarch flew into a rage, corpses could lie scattered for miles—well, at least several feet.
The Zhongzhou commoners present all watched Li Sinian with worried expressions. Such a cute little girl, as beautiful as a fairy in a painting—what if someone chopped off her head? Yan Xiangma could be chopped down and that would be that, but if this Little Fairy survived and became someone's daughter-in-law, wouldn't their ancestors have burned incense and smoke billowed from their graves?
Yan Xiangma was worried too. He had no idea what Li Sinian had been through. The Li Sinian he had known before had only been an ordinary girl from next door—pretty and adorable, yet mischievous and clever. She cried when she wanted to cry, laughed when she wanted to laugh, ate when she wanted to eat, as though she disdained hiding any of her emotions. She was completely different from the refined young ladies of prominent families he knew from Jiangnan City.
Because of her brother, Li Mu Yang, she had never shown him a pleasant expression. She had even played tricks on him several times, leaving him in a sorry state.
But she even dared to prank herself. That alone made her different from everyone else.
At some point, this young girl had begun to walk straight into his heart, into his dreams.
So when news arrived that something had happened to Li Mu Yang at Starry Sky Academy, he had devoted himself to guarding Li Sinian, who was staying in Tiandu City,
shielding her from the wind and rain and driving away all kinds of threats, both open and hidden.
When Li Mu Yang's identity as a member of the dragon clan was exposed and news came that the Lu Clan