Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

November 20th, the 29th year of Chengtai.

"Brother Mu, I appreciate your kind offer, but please don't send any more."

The thieves were fierce, and I have only survived to this day thanks to your protection, brother.

My family is in dire need of help. My father is seriously ill, and I am anxious to return to the southern border as soon as possible to serve him.

If there has been any neglect, please do not blame me, elder brother.

This is the token of the Marquis of Zhennan's residence. If one day you, elder brother, come to the Southern Frontier as a guest, I will certainly lead the entire Marquis's residence to welcome you ten miles outside the city.

"Brother, what are you saying? We're brothers, what's this about blaming each other? The mountains are high and the roads are long, the journey is difficult and arduous. After this parting, we don't know when we'll meet again."

Thinking of this, my heart aches. No matter how much music I listen to or how many beautiful women I see, I cannot soothe this deep-seated emotion…”

Seeing Mu An's attitude, Bai Qingming gasped inwardly, gaining a deeper understanding of Mu An's shamelessness. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few tears, perfectly portraying his reluctance to part.

"Brother's talent is unparalleled in my life, truly a banished immortal descended to earth. How can you do this to me?"

If the girls in the city found out, they'd probably cry for days and nights without rest.

If this hurts those close female friends, wouldn't it be a sin against Qingming?

We, brothers, are in the prime of our lives, with a bright future ahead. We will surely reunite someday.

I borrow your poem, brother: "Though separated by oceans and mountains, true friends are never far apart."

Our brotherhood runs deep, so why should we fear the distance of thousands of miles?

I have nothing else to offer, but I promise you, brother, that one day I will definitely show you the beauty and charm of the girls from the southern borderlands!

"Of course, of course! My dear brother, take good care of yourself on this long journey! I'll definitely visit the Marquis of Zhennan's residence another day to have a couple of drinks with you!"

At the end of Flower Street in the Fifth Ring Road of Qi'an City, two movie stars put on a heartwarming performance of brotherly affection.

One was suppressing nausea, the other was suppressing laughter.

Only after they had completely disappeared from each other's sight did they both spit on the ground simultaneously.

"Bah! A treacherous villain, full of evil intentions! The Marquis of Zhennan's residence? Even a dog wouldn't go there!"

"Pah! I've never seen such a shameless person! That bastard staged nine attacks on me in just half a month to force me to leave the capital! And he still dares to pretend to be a good guy!"

So what if he's a Celestial Martial Saint? If that bastard dares to come to Southern Xinjiang, I'll lay a trap and skin him alive!

At the intersection of the sixth and seventh ring roads of Qi'an City, a carriage sped south along the official road.

Bai Qinghe lay on his back, his entire head buried between the legs of a stunningly beautiful woman.

He lazily opened his mouth, eating the fruit fed to him by the kneeling maid, making smacking sounds.

"That feels so good! I feel so much better after leaving this awful place!"

The woman supporting his head glanced at him, moved her slightly numb thighs, and occasionally poked him a couple of times.

As she poked him, the woman suddenly lowered her body and gently stroked Bai Qingming's cheeks with her soft hands, breathing sweetly into his mouth.

"I think the young master is quite fond of the capital. He spends all his time surrounded by women, and it's difficult for me to even see him."

The slightly resentful voice made Bai Qinghe stiffen slightly, but he quickly relaxed again.

Jealous? No problem, no problem!

He reached inside the woman's clothes, touching her left and right until her cool cheeks flushed red, then he complained to her with a shy look in his eyes.

"Xi'er, you've misunderstood me this time. You have no idea, I almost didn't see you again this time. That bastard named Mu An is simply inhuman..."

November 28th, the 29th year of Chengtai.

The Minister of War reported in the imperial court that the Prince of Wei (the seventh prince) intended to rebel, and the evidence was conclusive.

Five thousand imperial guards surrounded the Prince of Wei's residence, and the Prince of Wei's retainers fought desperately, rushing all the way from the Prince of Wei's residence, which was located in the Second Ring Road, to the Zhuque Gate.

The imperial guards gathered in front of the Vermilion Bird Gate and engaged in battle with the personal guards of the Prince of Wei. During the fighting, the Prince of Wei was struck by a stray arrow and died on the spot.

The eight hundred personal guards of the Prince of Wei charged into battle several times, killing three thousand enemies, until the Prince of Wei died, at which point some surrendered and others fled.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the two Celestial Martial Saints rushed back to the Wei King's mansion, led the Wei King's eldest son out of the encirclement, and disappeared without a trace.

That night, the entire city of Qi'an, within its sixth ring road, was placed under martial law, and all brothels, large and small, were temporarily closed.

On the east side of the imperial city, Mu An slowly closed the gate of Yongning Palace.

He wiped his fox fur coat clean and used his spiritual power to purify himself. After repeatedly confirming that there was no rouge residue left on his body, he slowly walked into the inner room.

The room, which was about 200 square meters in size, was lit by only twelve red candles. The orange-yellow candlelight brought a hint of warmth, but could not dispel the chill in the room.

Even though there was no wind, the candlelight flickered gently.

Upon closer inspection, Jun Yunxin's face appeared somewhat pale in the dim light, making one wonder if her condition had worsened considerably.

Spending too much time in such a cold and empty room can easily make you feel a bit depressed and lonely.

"Your Highness, I have returned to report."

The little figure on the bed slightly opened its eyes, its messy hair casually draped over its body.

She seemed to have just woken up; her eyes were still blurry and she was yawning.

"Hmm, finally back." Jun Yunxin said, tidying her hair while glancing at Mu An out of the corner of her eye, her tone clearly showing a hint of dissatisfaction.

"If you hadn't come back, I would have thought you had died out there."

Mu An was stunned for a long time, not knowing what to say.

No, what did he do to offend this little princess? Why is she speaking so rudely?

Is it just morning grumpiness?

Fortunately, Jun Yunxin's temper came and went quickly. She muttered a few words and then pointed to the chair by the bed, indicating that Mu An should sit down and talk.

"You've come back just in time. Commander Shangzhang was sent by me to protect my elder brother. I happen to be short of people by my side for the time being, so you can stay and protect me personally."

Mu An nodded hurriedly in agreement: "I will obey the princess's orders."

Jun Yunxin spoke very slowly, her voice was a little hoarse, and she would cough lightly from time to time.

Even though Mu An didn't look at it intentionally, the faint smell of blood in the air was impossible to ignore.

Before he came, he had heard Lin Zhimin say that every winter would be a hurdle for Jun Yunxin, and now it seemed that her condition was quite serious.

The patient herself didn't seem to care much about these things. She took the medicine Lin Li handed her, frowned, and drank it down. She then asked someone to make Mu An a cup of hot tea.

"My second brother is too hasty in his actions, to the point that it has surprised all of us. His actions have disrupted my plans."

Mu An accepted the tea without interrupting. At this moment, he was more concerned about Jun Yunxin's health.

Although they didn't interact much, the little princess treated him exceptionally well, and if possible, he hoped that Jun Yunxin could live a few more years.

He held the teacup with both hands, his eyes half-closed, making a listening gesture.