Prince Zhong was quite straightforward. Yun Duan had never cared about such formalities. He only bowed slightly, then sat down.


    "I''ve heard about what happened yesterday. Are you alright?"


    Yun Duan chuckled and shook her head, "I''m fine, it''s just a pity for the seventh prince, it''s just a pity for consort Luo!"


    Jean Ying served tea and pastries before retreating.


    "This is fate, consort Luofei''s life should be like this!"


    Yun Duan lowered her eyes and did not speak.


    "Her mother''s family doesn''t have any great power. Now that she has died, her family has also come to an end!"


    "Even if we have reached the end, a skinny camel is still bigger than a horse. No matter what, we have to comfort her well!"


    Although the public was saying that the consort had died in childbirth, Yun Duan''s heart was still in a dilemma. That crying child, that one who opened her eyes wide.


    "The Ministry of Rites will settle all matters after you have given the order to bury him!"


    "There''s only so much I can do. Uncle Wang, why do you think Immersion''s heart is so ruthless?"


    She was afraid of the masked men, but her heart was cold because of Emperor Chen''s attitude.


    He was actually able to be indifferent to women and his children.


    Prince Chong did not comment.


    "Since ancient times, brother Wang has always had this attitude!"


    Forget it, let''s not talk about it.


    Yun Duan pushed the snacks by Prince Zhong''s side.


    "Have a taste, this was made by my personal servant, Qiong Ying. The taste is not bad!"


    Prince Zhong smiled as he picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. His eyes twinkled as he praised, "It really is delicious!"


    Yun Duan chuckled. She looked at the teacup on the table, thought for a while, and then spoke.


    "Uncle Wang, are you close to the Misty Monarch?"


    Hearing this, Prince Zhong paused for a moment before smiling, "Why would you ask me that?"


    Yun Duan looked at him. "Do you think I should believe him?"


    There was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. There was no way Si Yan Qing Jun would help her for no reason.


    She really had no way to guess.


    Prince Zhong''s eyes flashed as he looked outside the door to the main hall. It was still open, but there was still life outside.


    "Even the closest person in the world would stab you in the back sometimes. Yun Duan, the only person you can trust is yourself!"


    Yun Duan narrowed her eyes. Did these words mean that Si Yan Qing Jun could not be trusted?


    I am just a puppet, and the masked men have come over and over again, and each attack is fatal. No one in the hall has truly convinced me, and they are all ambitious, and they all hope that I can''t hold on, but I must hold on. At this moment, the only person I can trust is the Misty Monarch, but I can''t be at ease, so tell me, what should I do?


    She needed the help and scheming of Siyan Qingjun, but she was also worried about his true goal.


    Prince Zhong lowered his eyes and thought for a moment. Then, he raised his head and asked, "Yun Duan, why did you sit here?"


    Yun Duan was stunned. A bloodthirsty look flashed through her black eyes.


    Even so, Prince Chong was able to see everything clearly.


    "No matter what it is for, all the living beings in this world are in no way wrong!"


    Yun Duan understood. She had always understood that perhaps by the time the long chain of business had given her its life, everything had already become a foregone conclusion. She wouldn''t be able to break free even if she wanted to.


    "The Misty Monarch is a man of his word. When dealing with people, you just need to watch your step. Since he agreed to help you, he will help you to the end!"


    Prince Zhong''s words were ambiguous, and Yun Duan didn''t quite understand what he meant.


    Does that mean we can believe it, but we can''t completely believe it?


    Is that right?


    After Prince Zhong left, Yun Duan fell into deep thought.


    In the afternoon, as the sun set in the west, the last bit of elegance slowly faded away. Cloud Peaks stood in front of the Flowing Cloud Pavilion as they gazed into the distance.


    Qin Ni saw that she had been standing there for a while now, so she went up and asked: "Mistress, is there anything you would like to eat for dinner?"


    Another month passed. Time flew by so quickly.


    Yun Duan glanced at Qin Ni, her brows indifferent: "Calm down!"


    "Alright!"


    After Qin Ni left, Qiongying walked in.


    He smiled and said, "Master, today, I went out to hunt some game in the mountains. Should I set up a barbecue to eat later?"


    Yun Duan''s eyes lit up and nodded. "Alright, go and prepare!"


    She stood there for another hour before a carrier pigeon quickly flew over.


    Cloud jumped up, grabbed the carrier pigeon, took off the note and let it out.


    Open:


    [Everything is normal!]


    Everything was normal.


    Yun Duan squinted her eyes and tore the paper into pieces.


    Could it be a trick?


    She did not know. She was very conflicted.


    As night fell, the courtyard of the Flowing Cloud Pavilion was bustling with noise and excitement. Yun Duan''s long hair was draped casually over her shoulders. Holding the dagger in her hand, she hadn''t used it in a long time, so she missed it dearly.


    He split the meat and bones cleanly, causing Qiong Ying to clap her hands repeatedly, "Master, you''re so awesome!"


    Yun Duan chuckled. What was there to be afraid of? Killing more would naturally help one become more proficient in it.


    The fire rack was already set up. She didn''t like being surrounded by people, but the masked men often came and went without a trace. It was better for her to be on guard.


    Just as he picked up a piece of meat, Yun Duan suddenly turned her head.


    The dagger in his hand flew out without a second thought.


    At the same time, he also retreated backwards, shouting loudly, "Assassins!"


    Assassin?


    The people in the yard were shocked. Originally, there were a few with extremely high cultivation bases, but they could not do anything more than become masked men.


    The cloud stopped, and the dagger bounced back. She gripped it tightly, her eyes sharp.


    "Who exactly are you?"


    The masked man did not speak a word. The long sword in his hand lit up, and the sword flowers began to dance in the air.


    In an instant, all the guards surrounding him were cut in half at the waist, blood splattering everywhere.


    Yun Duan gripped the dagger in her hand. Xuan Hong was no longer at Ten Thousand Empire Mountain, and Si Yan Qing Jun had returned to the Cloud Valley. As for Chang Feng, he was afraid that he wouldn''t be able to arrive in time.


    Qiong Ying''s entire body was trembling in fear. Qin Ni''s face had turned completely white. She stood up straight in front of Yun Duan to protect her. Her wooden clothes also stood in front of Yun Duan to protect her.


    Yun Duan gritted her teeth. She knew that the masked man wanted this world. He had always wanted to kill her.


    Master and servant were forced to retreat continuously. Sword flowers flashed, and the masked man charged towards the clouds. Qin Ni and Qiong Ying did not know any martial arts, so they stood in front to welcome him.


    Yun Duan stared at the two of them, the dagger in her hand seeking an opportunity to shoot out. However, the masked man''s speed was too fast, she was simply unable to find an opportunity.


    The masked man did not use his spiritual power. He only chose the most direct method, which was a fatal strike.


    Yun Duan pushed away Qin Ni and Qiongying.


    "Master!" Even if something had happened to them, only their Master could not.


    The shadow guard appeared in a flash and pulled Yun Duan behind him.


    Yun Duan was slightly surprised. Why did he come out so late today?


    Wasn''t he following her?


    Mu Yi retreated. He wasn''t a match for her.


    The dark guard raised his sword. The left arm of Mu Yi had been wounded, and blood was flowing out. He stood straight in front of the cloud.


    The night watchman hurried over.


    Sword lights and sword shadows.


    Yun Duan''s heart dropped rapidly before he fell again.


    In order to protect her, countless lives had been lost, but there was nothing she could do.


    Blood flowed into rivers as the Dark Guard fell and rose again. In the end, Qin Ni and Qiongying were both injured. The masked man was too brutal. His wooden clothes were flung far away and his flesh was badly mangled.


    Yun Duan tightly gripped the dagger in her hand, her eyes bloodshot.


    She gritted her teeth. She was at the end of her tether.


    The masked man slowly raised his sword, which was still dripping with blood. Yun Duan''s entire body was now stretched taut.


    The blood sword fell down, and she barely managed to dodge. The masked man had attacked very viciously, and Yun Duan, who had no cultivation, could only use brute force and skillful force to deal with it.


    Fortunately, she had faced this kind of situation many times during her years in the barren mountain. However, this was not a long-term solution.


    The Flowing Cloud Pavilion was no longer located in a remote place, but the men in black were fast approaching. All of the guards on duty were killed one by one. Even if something were to happen to the Flowing Cloud Pavilion, it would take time for it to be known, let alone the Long Wind outside the palace.


    Yun Duan thought that perhaps this time, she wouldn''t be able to hide anymore. There were already several groups of guards in her courtyard, all of them of the best rank, but in front of the masked men, they were not worth mentioning.


    However, she didn''t want to give up just like that. Emperor Chen hadn''t died yet, and she hadn''t made proper arrangements for Ah Rui. She wasn''t willing to give up just yet.


    Yun Duan didn''t dodge the long sword, instead, she faced it head-on, the dagger in her hand slicing into the opponent''s heart.


    The sword stabbed her in the chest, the knife in his chest.


    The masked man was stunned for a moment. He didn''t expect Yun Duan to do this.


    While he was stunned, Yun Duan quickly pulled out her sabre and was about to stab again. The masked man abruptly bounced off and pulled out the long sword that had stabbed into her chest.


    Blood splattered all over the ground.


    Yun Duan clutched her chest, the pain making her break out in cold sweat.


    The masked man was also injured. He wanted to raise his hand, but a strong wind suddenly blew over.


    The masked man narrowed his black eyes, sheathed his sword and disappeared in a flash.


    "Yun Duan?" Prince Chong.


    "Master!" Qin Ni stumbled over, but Qiong Ying had already fainted on the spot.


    Prince Zhong looked at the heavily wounded dark guard, and the dark guard''s eyes flashed with a sense of relief. He then used all his strength to dodge and disappeared.


    That night, the entire Flowing Cloud Pavilion was lit up by lanterns, and the stench of blood rose up outside the house.


    The physicians had been ordered to die, and the news of His Majesty being injured must not be leaked out. Otherwise, the Nine Clans would be implicated as well.


    Yun Duan was severely injured. Her sword had pierced her left heart and she had been unconscious. Her face was so pale that it looked like it would disappear in the next second.


    The doctors busied themselves all night long, and it was only just dawn the next day that they finally felt relieved.


    "Take a look and see if it''s normal."


    All of the physicians were exhausted. An elderly physician placed his hand on Yun Duan''s wrist for a moment before nodding his head. "It''s normal!"


    That''s good.


    Qin Ni looked at the pale-faced Yun Duan and felt her heart ache.


    He stepped forward and lifted her blanket a little more before following the group of doctors out of the room.


    Prince Zhong looked worried as he asked, "How is it?"


    The old doctor was of high rank, so he answered.


    "Prince Zhong, His Majesty has a divine dragon protecting his body. With such great fortune, his life will not be in danger!"


    Prince Zhong let out a sigh of relief, then nodded. "How long will it take for this injury to recover?"


    "His Majesty''s body is frail, his physique is weak. I''m afraid that he won''t be able to heal his wounds until he recuperates for two to three months!"