Talking by candlelight at night.
Xuanyuan Jing leaned in Zhao Wujiang's arms and slept peacefully.
Zhao Wujiang and Zhang Xukun kept talking. Many of Zhao Wujiang's doubts were resolved, but he also became increasingly confused about the future.
The night is getting darker.
Zhang Xukun handed Zhao Wujiang a ball of light.
The function of the light group is to make it easier for Zhao Wujiang to know more about Ji Bochang and the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty, so that Zhao Wujiang can act in the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty without revealing any flaws.
Zhao Wujiang cupped his hands and thanked him, but Zhang Xukun dodged him again. Zhang Xukun said angrily:
"Your Highness, go back to sleep. You have a lot of things to do next."
Zhao Wujiang disagreed and helped Jing'er walk towards his own mansion.
Lin Yu was still waiting outside. When he saw His Highness coming out, he immediately greeted him respectfully. After greeting him, he followed behind him and walked towards Prince Yin's Mansion.
Ji Bo, the fourth prince of the Immortal Dynasty of the Great Zhou Dynasty, was often named King Yin. He had his own mansion, which was within the imperial city and very close to the palace.
After Xuanyuan Jing left Wuweiguan, she gradually woke up, but her eyes were still a little hazy. She whispered next to Zhao Wujiang that she had a dream. She dreamed that it was snowing and Zhao Wujiang was alone in the snow.
Zhao Wujiang only said that she had been traveling for days and was exhausted and needed to rest.
The three of them soon arrived at Prince Yin's Mansion.
The servants all saw the ceremony and shouted, "His Royal Highness King Yin."
Zhao Wujiang nodded and walked towards the dormitory.
When he arrived at the dormitory, his eyes suddenly trembled.
In front of the door, there were six graceful women standing respectfully, with different ages. The oldest looked about twenty-twenty-three years old, and the youngest was only a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old.
"Welcome Your Highness." The six women shouted in unison, with a hint of resentment in their eyes.
They received the news that King Yin had returned to the court, and waited here after bathing, changing clothes, and burning incense. Unexpectedly, the night was getting late and King Yin had not returned to the palace. When he returned, he brought with him a strange woman whom he had never met before.
Zhao Wujiang coughed dryly. These six people, as expected, must be Ji Bochang's six concubines. They were waiting here. Their purpose was self-evident.
Six wives, alas.
Zhao Wujiang sighed in his heart. He also learned from the light ball given by Zhang Xukun that Ji Bochang had affairs with dozens of female cultivators in addition to six concubines, and almost all of them were within the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty.
Maybe one day when he goes out for a stroll, he'll run into some "old lovers."
It seems that in the days to come, he will have to tighten his belt.
He heard Jing'er snort softly.
"Please step aside and rest early. I am a little tired." Zhao Wujiang waved his hand and walked towards the dormitory.
"Your Highness, I can help you relieve your fatigue."
"Your Highness is tired from traveling and traveling, and Xin'er has a way to soothe his nerves."
"Your Highness..."
"Your Highness..."
Instead of just retreating, the six concubines surrounded her, chattering.
"Your Highness..."
"Your Highness, I will not cry out in pain tonight..."
"Xin'er is willing to do anything..."
"Your Highness..."
"Your Highness, we miss you so much when you are away from the Imperial City, so let us sleep with Your Highness tonight..."
"Your Highness..."
"Your Highness..."
Zhao Wujiang did not lose himself in the sound of His Highness. He picked up Xuanyuan Jing, "mercilessly" walked around Concubine Ji, and walked quickly towards the dormitory:
"Everyone, step aside and we'll talk tomorrow."
"Oh..." The concubines reluctantly responded, bowed, and turned back three times with each step. They looked resentfully at their Highness, and then looked angrily at His Highness's new love.
Xuanyuan Jing was carried into the house by Zhao Wujiang. Her autumn eyes stared directly at Zhao Wujiang:
"What do you mean we'll talk tomorrow?"
"Alas." Zhao Wujiang let out a long sigh, with helplessness written all over his face:
"Who knew Ji Bo was often so dissolute and unrestrained?
what can I do?
You can't expose your flaws and get caught, right?
Ouch, what are you doing? "
Zhao Wujiang exclaimed, Xuanyuan Jing had already grabbed his handle, with a "vicious" expression on his face, as if he wanted to break the thing in his hands with both hands.
"Let go." He said with a straight face.
"I want to cut off the root of the disaster!" Xuanyuan Jing wrinkled his nose, feeling ashamed, angry and angry.
