Did the Seventh Prince attend court today?

Behind every lie lies a thousand more.

Youlu admits he's not an honest person, having told at least eight hundred or a thousand lies, but he knows in his heart when to lie and when not to.

For example, now is not the time to lie.

However, his silence was interpreted by Meng Tianhong as tacit agreement.

Meng Tianhong gave a self-deprecating laugh and said, "What am I talking about? We've only met once, how can we talk about trust? In the end, it's me..."

"Stop!" Youlu interrupted his self-pity, pressing down on his shoulder. "Remember when I said I could predict the future? I believe you, but not out of trust in your character, nor out of emotion, but because I clearly calculated that the Lin family's murder had nothing to do with you!"

He paused, shrank his neck, and said with a forced but confident tone, "Well, you're a spy sent by Nanzhao, and you have extraordinary skills. It's understandable that I wanted to use Lord Qin to trap you. And I really admire how you and Lord Qin have been able to maintain a pure love for so long."

Not forgetting to gossip, she asked, "So how have you guys managed to chat under the covers for over ten years?"

Meng Tianhong stared at him blankly, her mouth slightly agape in surprise. Then, her face flushed red, and she glared at him, scolding, "What do you know, you little kid? Don't ask such questions!"

A deer flattened its mouth and said, "Okay."

Meng Tianhong glared at him again, but his tone was still relatively gentle. "You're smart enough not to lie to me. Otherwise, the day I recover from the poison will be the day you die."

He had noticed the boy's extraordinary nature as early as when the boy wrote to him asking about the method of refining poisons, and today's events only confirmed his suspicions.

Although he did not hear the answer he longed for, he felt very comfortable.

He sighed softly and said, "Actually, even if you had lied to me just now, I wouldn't have been able to tell. I might even have lowered my guard and worked more diligently for Dayong in the future. But you told the truth, so you're not worthy of the title 'little liar'."

"I don't play that 'take advantage of someone' trick.' Although I like to lie and don't always tell the truth, I do have principles," Youlu snorted.

The Pixiu raised its arms and shouted: "I raise the banner for our leader!"

Su Yan'an chuckled to himself and muttered, "You're quite self-aware, kid. It's just a pity for your eldest brother, who still hasn't seen through your true colors and is completely fooled by you."

You Lu pretended to kick him, then sneered, "Why are you still here? Didn't you come to see the eldest prince?"

Su Yan'an chuckled and dodged, then retorted, "Who said I came to see Ali? I'm here on my grandfather's orders to keep an eye on Meng Tianhong."

"Aba aba~~" Youlu rolled her eyes and said with a grin, "Then you can continue to stay in Yicheng and help with the patrol. Anyway, you're not in a hurry to see the eldest prince."

Su Yan'an choked.

Damn it, we've fallen for their trap!

Youlu looked at Meng Tianhong again, "Now can you tell me what happened?"

If we don't tell him soon, he'll have to see it himself.

Meng Tianhong pursed his lips and shook his head, saying, "This matter has nothing to do with you, so don't get involved."

Very good, Youlu's rebellious spirit has been thoroughly aroused.

His eyes immediately rolled back slightly as he tried to check Meng Tianhong's recent experiences, but all he saw was a blank screen.

It wasn't intermittent, nor was it obscured by fog; there was nothing at all.

What happened?!

The deer were greatly alarmed.

"What's wrong, boss?" Pixiu asked curiously.

Youlu did not answer.

This was the first time in hundreds of years that he had encountered such a situation.

Unconvinced, he held his breath and focused his attention to examine the area again. As he continued to peer into it, the white patch finally changed, twisting at an extremely slow pace.

Like a churned white liquid, a corner beneath is faintly revealed.

Before he could even feel relieved, a beam of white light pierced his sea of ​​consciousness. He felt a sharp pain in his eyes, a sudden ringing in his ears, a metallic taste rising in his throat, and everything around him began to blur.

Boss!

"Little deer!"

"You little liar!"

Three anxious calls rang out simultaneously, but they were distorted when they reached the ears, causing an even stronger dizziness. Before completely losing consciousness, a deer managed to discern the Pixiu through its blurred vision and struggled to reach out its hand to it.

He...has...a restriction...on him...

The next moment, he fainted on the edge of the bed.

"Boss!" Pixiu cried out, rushing forward and bursting into tears. "Boss, don't scare me! What's wrong, boss! Wake up!"

However, no matter how much it cried and pushed, the deer did not react at all.

Su Yan'an was horrified. He hurriedly picked the person up and shouted towards the door, "Quickly, go and get a doctor!"

Meng Tianhong's pale face grew increasingly grim.

He should have realized that someone capable of refining corpse gu could not possibly fail to kill him. The reason the person behind him kept him alive was to use him as bait; their real target was the Seventh Prince.

It was him, he's the one who ruined the little liar, he shouldn't have come...

Inside the majestic and sacred palace, the ethereal silver-haired man slowly opened his eyes. Seeing the spontaneously combusting array before him, he smiled with pleasure and murmured softly.

"This scheme, which has been in the works for eighteen years, has finally found its protagonist."

"My dear brother, we can finally meet again."

"Three hundred years. They stole you from me for three hundred years. It's time to give you back to me."

The wind rustled through the draped white veil, carrying the man's murmurs into the distance.

"Your Excellency, the Sixth Prince requests an audience."

A maid dressed in simple white robes knelt and kowtowed outside the gauze curtain, her voice devout and respectful.

"Let him in." The silver-haired man in white rose from the prayer mat, his refined and handsome face partially obscured by the white veil.

The maid bowed deeply, "Yes, sir."

Led by a maid, Xiao Yunshu walked through the sky corridor and saw the white figure standing on the viewing platform in the distance. It was still as holy, majestic, and sacred as ever.

This was Fuzhu, the Grand Preceptor of the Dayong Dynasty, whom ordinary people would consider blasphemous even to glance at.

He couldn't help but slow his pace, and after getting close, he cupped his hands in greeting: "Yunshu greets the Grand Preceptor."

Fu Zhu nodded slightly, his eyelids closed gently, his thick eyelashes drooping, and his long, silver hair that reached the ground, along with the hem of his white robe, fluttered in the wind.

Xiao Yunshu secretly touched the silver threads fluttering in the air, and said as if casually, "The Grand Preceptor seems to be in a very good mood today."

"It is a joy to reunite with an old friend." Fu Zhu's voice was soft, but carried an undeniable joy.

Xiao Yunshu's outstretched hand stiffened slightly. He curled his fingers, forced a smile, and said forlornly, "A person who can be valued by the Grand Preceptor must be no ordinary person. Like my seventh brother, although I have never met him, I often hear people mention him, so he must be extraordinary."

As she spoke, her eyes reddened, "Everyone likes Seventh Brother, I can't compare to him."

Fu Zhu smiled and looked at him, saying softly, "He is him, and you are you; they should not be confused."

Xiao Yunshu smiled through her tears, her face slightly flushed, and said, "The Imperial Advisor is indeed extraordinary. Thank you for your guidance and... comfort."

Fu Zhu shifted his gaze and looked south.

How can clouds and mud be confused?