Xianyang City, Imperial Palace:
Just as Yu Haoran arrived at the northern city gates, Emperor Qin, who had already received the news, sat on the dragon throne in his study with a complicated expression.
Emperor Qin was very familiar with what kind of person Yu Haoran was.
He knew very well that not only did Yu Haoran dare to return to Xianyang City, but he also dared to so brazenly do so without fear of being discovered.
This meant that he definitely had the means to deal with the quasi-Emperor Qin Baijun.
Emperor Qin had decided that not only would he not interfere with the grudges between the Imperial Clan Court and Yu Haoran, he would not even show his face.
At most, if Yu Haoran or Qin Baijun were in mortal danger, he would step in to save them.
After all, whether it was the overly lawless Yu Haoran or the Imperial Clan Court that meddled too much in the affairs of the imperial family, Emperor Qin loathed them both.
However, when he heard the Wang Clan Ancestor's angry roar, he froze for a moment, then couldn't help but bitterly smile as he complained to the young man who looked almost 90% similar to him standing in front of his desk.
"You hear that, you hear that, I knew that if this kid didn't cause trouble for a day, he would feel uncomfortable all over.
"Your little sister even complained to Us about this, saying that Us didn't understand Yu Haoran and that Us was narrow-minded and envious of Yu Haoran's free will.
"Don't you think that Us is wronged?"
Seeing Emperor Qin complain about Yu Haoran as if he were spoiling his own child, the young man standing in front of the desk chuckled.
"Imperial Father, I'm now very interested in this future brother-in-law of mine."
"You can go and take a look, but you absolutely cannot interfere!" Hearing that the young man wanted to get acquainted with Yu Haoran, Emperor Qin thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement while sternly exhorting him.
"Imperial Father, I understand!" The young man knelt on one knee and left the study.
"Steward Jiang!" After the young man left the study, Emperor Qin immediately shouted at the door.
"Your Majesty!" When Chief Steward Jiang heard the summons, he immediately answered respectfully.
"Set up the Yaran Palace!" Emperor Qin ordered after getting up and leaving the dragon throne.
Just now, the furious roar of the Wang Family Patriarch could be said to have resounded through the clouds. Ling Fei, who had been thinking about Yu Haoran, would definitely have heard it.
With her current state of mind, she would definitely head to North City to meet Yu Haoran. She would also definitely clash with the Wang family.
With the Wang family's foundation in Xianyang City and the war that had already begun, he would never allow any conflict between the imperial family and the Wang family.
This was also the important reason why he asked the young man not to interfere.
Therefore, he had to head to Yaran Hall to stop his daughter from wanting to leave the Imperial Palace and meet Yu Haoran.
"Understood!" After Steward Jiang acknowledged the order, he immediately prepared all the necessary etiquette for the Holy Cross.
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Department of the Imperial Clan, Mansion Head Pavilion!
The Mansion Head of the Department of the Imperial Clan, Qin Baijun, who was using pills to raise his mental state cultivation, suddenly felt a wave of frustration. Even with the cultivation of a quasi-Martial Honorable, he could not calm down.
Qin Baijun knew that it was either because he had been too eager to raise his strength recently, causing a flaw to appear in his mental state.
Or, danger was about to arrive.
But no matter what the situation was, it was not suitable for him to continue cultivating in seclusion.
Therefore, after Qin Baijun got up, he left the cultivation room and went to the courtyard in front of the pavilion.
At this moment, he heard the angry roar of the Wang Family Patriarch.
Yu Haoran had come!
After hearing the angry roar of the Wang Family Patriarch, Qin Baijun immediately knew the source of his frustration.
Thinking of the recent in-depth investigation of Yu Haoran, just like Emperor Qin, Qin Baijun knew that Yu Haoran, who had returned to Xianyang City, must have come prepared.
Taking a deep breath, Qin Baijun ordered the guards guarding the pavilion in a low voice.
"Immediately summon the Left and Right Mansion Heads to see me."
…!
Meng Family, Xingyun Pavilion!
Meng Yun, who was sitting on a stone stool in the pavilion and reading the Art of War, suddenly put down the book in his hands in frustration.
Then, Meng Yun took three deep breaths, forcibly suppressing the frustration that had just emerged in his heart. He picked up the Art of War book again, intending to continue reading. The frustration that had been forcibly suppressed not only resurfaced, but also made him feel a burst of panic.
As a tactician who had survived the slaughter on the battlefield, Meng Yun knew that his current state foretold the arrival of danger.
Closing the Art of War book and gently placing it on the stone table, Meng Yun closed his eyes and began to recall his actions in this period of time, searching for the reason that had caused him to panic.
Apart from the assassination three days ago, he had not done anything that could cause him to panic.
But that assassination, apart from himself and his absolute confidants, not only did no one else know about it, but he was also confident that he had not left behind any clues.
However, it was always better to be safe than sorry.
Therefore, Meng Yun got up and left the pavilion. He left the Meng Family Patriarch and went straight to the Eastern District where the Imperial Family lived.
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Pure Source Guild Hall, Pure Elegance Pavilion!
Feng Qingyun stood in front of the window of his bedroom in the pavilion, a gratified smile on his face as he watched his disciples exchange cultivation experiences.
But when he saw that lonely figure standing in the courtyard and looking in the direction of the Imperial Clan Court, Feng Qingyun couldn't help but sigh.
Regret!
Feng Qingyun felt both self-blame and regret for what had happened in Qingyuan Palace nine days ago!
He blamed himself for indulging his most favored disciple too much, causing him to act without scruples and without regard for the rules of the world.
At the same time, he also deeply regretted that he had left him in the lurch, causing a gap between master and disciple.
"Yu Haoran, you dared to kill my grandson, dared to use my Divine Sense! This old man will hack you to pieces!"
Just when Feng Qingyun was sinking into self-blame and regret, the Wang Clan Ancestor's furious roar resounded in his ears.
Appearing in the air above the Pure Elegance Pavilion, Feng Qingyun immediately spread out his Divine Sense and headed in the direction of the Northern District.
Standing alone in the courtyard, Wu Zhengjun exuded an extremely cold aura, but when he heard the furious roar, his cold aura was greatly restrained.
Then, he soared into the air, completely ignoring Feng Qingyun as he flew toward the Northern District.
As for Chu Zhongyu and the others, who were exchanging cultivation experiences in the pavilion, when they heard the furious roar, they were stunned for a moment, and then a trace of awkwardness flashed across their faces.
But at Lin Xuan's suggestion, they hurriedly left the pavilion and waited for Feng Qingyun's orders.
"Your Ninth Junior Brother has returned and is currently in the Northern District," Feng Qingyun explained when he saw his disciples walk out of the pavilion.
Then, he thought for a moment before giving an order.
"The enemy your Ninth Junior Brother is facing this time is not only powerful, but also has a deep background. They are not people you can provoke."
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