Poisoning

Chu Zhiyuan had not changed his appearance, and Fu Zheng had appeared in her original face as well.

Fu Zheng said, "Your Highness, are we really not having the Princess Mansion's guards follow us in secret?"

Before setting out, Li Yuzhen had wanted to send people to follow them in the shadows, ready to deal with an assassination at any moment.

But Chu Zhiyuan had refused.

"It is too early to deploy them now," Chu Zhiyuan said.

At this time, the Devil Race and Demon Race were likely still verifying matters and formulating their plans.

They could not possibly act already.

Besides, he had great faith in his own Super Sensation and instinct for danger.

His instincts had not warned him of any danger.

"What if there is?"

"Then we run. This is the imperial city."

Once experts from the Devil Race or Demon Race made a move, they would expose their identities.

The imperial city's top experts would react and strike directly.

Fu Zheng said, "Then might they cause trouble during the wedding?"

"Most likely."

"But security will be at its tightest then. It will be difficult for them to succeed."

"That depends on whether they can bring themselves to be ruthless. Since everyone thinks that way, it may instead become an opportunity."

As they chatted idly, the two strolled into a bustling street and arrived before a restaurant.

This Wenhua Tower was the most prosperous establishment in the surrounding area.

Its three-tiered eaves crowned four interconnected main buildings.

Colorful banners hung high in the air, bright and eye-catching as they fluttered in the wind.

As they approached, laughter and the sounds of strings and flutes drifted from within.

"Your Highness, are we eating here?" Fu Zheng was quite curious about the restaurant.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

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