Xi Yan glared at Hu Xiaotian. If her eyes had been a pair of sharp knives, they would already have stabbed him full of holes.
Hu Xiaotian gave Murong Feiyan a meaningful look. "Keep her from saying anything she shouldn't."
Murong Feiyan understood his meaning and reached out to strike Xi Yan's acupoint.
Qin Yutong quietly took out a silver needle and inserted it beneath Xi Yan's left ribs. Xi Yan's expression turned bleak. For all her careful planning, she had let one detail slip today: she had never expected Qin Yutong to disguise herself as a constable and accompany Hu Xiaotian. Although Liang Qing was highly skilled in martial arts, his acupoint-sealing technique could not restrain her at all. Her earlier collapse had merely been an act. But now Qin Yutong's silver needle had pierced her acupoint and seized control of her lifeline. Xi Yan would not be able to free herself anytime soon.
Hu Xiaotian's greatest worry was attracting the Prince of Zhou's attention. Yet the commotion here was so loud that the prince had already noticed. Before Liang Qing and Qin Yutong could escort Xi Yan away, the Prince of Zhou's voice rang out. "Wait!"
The moment Hu Xiaotian heard Long Yefang's voice, he knew trouble was coming. This Seventeenth Prince was deeply infatuated with Xi Yan. He might well have witnessed everything they had been doing over here, merely choosing the right moment to step forward and play the hero rescuing a beauty.
The Prince of Zhou looked very displeased. "Hu Xiaotian, what is going on here?"
You bastard, you know perfectly well, Hu Xiaotian thought. He hurried over to the prince and bowed. "Your Highness, haven't you been wanting to capture the witch from the Five Immortals Cult? I've caught her for you."
The Prince