The white snake slithered over Xie Huizhou, its movements uncanny. When Xie Wangqiu exposed his identity, it flicked its tongue with a warning hiss.
A cloud of white mist appeared, and the silver-haired man emerged before Xie Huizhou. Sword in hand, he shielded him behind his back, the corners of his eyes tilted slightly upward, as brazen as ever.
"Your Majesty, he is under my protection. I will not allow you to hurt him. Otherwise, I will have to find a way to kill an emperor."
Today was the day the rebels breached the city. The Son of Heaven's qi around Xie Wangqiu was about to dissipate, and that would be the moment to take his life.
"Imperial Preceptor, why did you come out anyway? I could handle this."
Xie Huizhou stole a glance at Zhang Lanhe.
The way he shielded Xie Huizhou, so valiant and extraordinary, was just like when he had saved him amid the chaos of war at their first meeting. The sight alone gave him a sense of security.
At times like these, the Imperial Preceptor was every inch a stalwart man. If he were wearing military attire, he would look even more handsome.
Xie Wangqiu said, "To think you were tamed by the Ninth Son for his beauty. Where is your arrogance? You were arrogant for so long, yet even a hero cannot resist a beauty."
Xie Wangqiu inwardly regretted it. Had he known, he would have searched everywhere for beauties to ensnare the Imperial Preceptor in advance.
Now Xie Huizhou had beaten him to it, and the Imperial Preceptor did everything Xie Huizhou said.
But looking at Xie Huizhou again, he could not find another person so beautiful in the entire Great Xia Dynasty. No wonder the Imperial Preceptor had been unable to withstand