The Anarchic Consort

On the big street.

A tall horse carriage carrying a single person slowly moved with countless cavalry black clothed bodyguards both in front and behind. Their noble aura was threatening.

Helian Wei Wei’s figure turned, her back pressed against the wall as she faced the white cat and gestured. Her intent was to have it first enter the Dark Illusionary Space.

She turned her body to one side, facing the direction of the horse carriage and took a glimpse when her back slightly jolted.

It seemed that this Third Prince still truly insisted on catching her no matter what.

Unexpectedly, he’d come personally!

“What should we do now?” Yuan Ming’s eyes rarely narrowed. He also felt that this Third Prince was very difficult to deal with.

Wei Wei analyzed the situation. “We can’t meet force with force.”

“Front and back, left and right, all reacting to qi. Girl, do you know what this means?” Yuan Ming looked up as the tone of his voice became colder. “This means that we have already been surrounded. He knows that you’re in this vicinity.”

“Withdraw first.” Wei Wei’s fingers tightened. Her figure beautifully scuttled into another alley.

Yuan Ming looked at the alley that seemed to be blocked, and blew a long whistle. “It looks like there’s no escape.” That guy was indeed ruthless enough, not even giving them the opportunity to use the small alleys.

Wei Wei’s eyes submerged deeply, raised her hand, and was just about to use her own qi, when she heard a burst of suppressed light coughs.

“Uncle Liang, what’s happened outside?” That voice was like water, echoing in the noisy street, and surprisingly seemed very much like it could placate any commotion.

Wei Wei’s ears moved then pulled Yuan Ming and ducked to the side while she watched the horse carriage which had stopped at the mouth of the alley. Within her eyes streaked a bright light.

That horse carriage didn’t look like much on the surface, pure white in color and was actually completely plain, without any bit of unnecessary ornamentation. This kind of horse carriage was commonly seen at the capital.

It could be bought by any random merchant with some money, unlike Hei Ze’s, that rich young master, whose carriage roof was brushed with the most luxurious gold color.

However, what Wei Wei cared about was that black handsome horse pulling the carriage.

Even though it already tried very hard to restrain its own wings, and its master also very diligently gave it a special saddle.

Yet these things still couldn’t trick Wei Wei’s eyes. That horse wasn’t an ordinary horse.

“It’s a black flying horse!” Even Yuan Ming, when he saw that horse carriage, his face also faintly revealed astonishment. According to common sense, by rights, it should be hiding within Spirit Forest. How could it be willing to be tamed by humans.

Wei Wei arched her thin lips and smiled incomparably wickedly as she looked at Yuan Ming.

In a blink, her figure no longer remained at her original location.

In front of the horse carriage, a middle aged servant jumped down from the shaft of the cart. He faced the carriage’s curtain and bowed in respect, his benevolent face was completely deferential. “Young Master, it’s the royal family’s imperial guard. It seems they are searching for someone…”

“The royal family’s imperial guard?” A pale pair of overly skinny hands, yet containing an indescribable strength, extended outside from within the horse carriage and moved the curtains aside. The long robe as white as elephant tusks blew to and fro lightly in the wind. A muffled cough sounded out. “It’s fine to just respond politely. Don’t cause conflicts.”

That middle-aged servant bowed his head, and replied without lacking any respect. “Yes. Let this small matter be handled this old servant. Please don’t worry about it, Young Master.”

“Take care.” The voice that flowed like water, however, stopped, following the carriage’s curtains dropping.

As the young man turned around, Wei Wei, who hid inside the carriage, basically had the opportunity to clearly see his appearance.

The side of his face was like a poetic painting, covered with a layer of light and gleamed magnificently. The delicate lips, due to many years of serious illness, was suffused with paleness, yet didn’t affect his bearing in the slightest. On the contrary, it added a trace of gentleness. The smile on his face was just perfect; the long and narrowed eyes half curved. His appearance was like a refreshing breeze under a cold moon, unimaginably good-looking. The simple white colored long robe worn on his body especially suited him, making him seemed just like he’d just stepped out from the moon.

“You…”

Wei Wei could finally see that within the young man’s eyes, serene and devoid of any ripple, a flicker of light streaked by.

“Shhh.” Wei Wei didn’t take pay any heed to the distance men and women needed to maintain. Her left hand immediately covered his lips, and smiled faintly. “A person like me don’t like violence much, therefore I invite this young master to cooperate for a bit.”

That young man glimpsed at the dagger close to his neck. His face didn’t change color as he gently said, “You are the person Third Prince wants to find.”

Wei Wei’s pair of eyes narrowed because of the young man’s quick mind…

During this time, another carriage already drove over. Even though they were separated by the carriage’s curtain, Wei Wei could still sense that dense feeling of oppression.

The dagger in Wei Wei’s hand tightened and was just about to think of another plan.

When that young man opened his mouth, he spoke only two words while he coughed softly. “On stomach.”

Wei Wei’s eyes sparkled as she glanced profoundly at the young man then quickly bent her body.

Just at this time.

The carriage’s curtain was abruptly blown open by a burst of cold wind.

Wei Wei was nested at the floor of the carriage, caught some sunlight, and lifted her head to look over.

She only saw that in the distance, there was a person coming over step by step.

His measured footsteps seemed as if they’d been calculated already, as if they’re walking on clouds, each step was taken with the same attitude of fierce maliciousness, appearing cool and indifferent, yet with a kind of gracefulness that no one could hinder.

Wei Wei seemed to hear the sound of the wheels cracking.

The entire alley seemed as if it’s been immobilized.

Almost everyone was looking at the one who’s walking over from the horse carriage, a man that was like a god who’d descended on earth. Even breathing was suppressed at the throat.

Wei Wei subconsciously shrunk her body further, until the other party approached closer and closer…

So close that they were only separated by a layer of very, very thin carriage wall.

He had the purest noble presence that Wei Wei had ever seen before. Moving through the sunlight and shade, unceasingly exuding a kind of power that stirred people’s hearts.

Wei Wei promptly ceased her own breathing.

When Baili Jia Jue faced this direction and looked over, within his deep and profound eyes, which faced everything with indifference, it seemed as if even though the entire street was frantic because of him, it still wouldn’t affect his state of mind at all.

Baili Jia Jue glanced inside the horse carriage, then allowed his gaze to fall on the softly coughing, mildly smiling young man’s body.

That young man also didn’t get out of the carriage, and only politely bowed his head, as refined as jade. “A commoner greets His Highness.”

“Young Master…” Uncle Liang wanted to come over, yet was fixed in the distance by the young man’s gaze.

Baili Jia Jue’s gaze didn’t change in the slightest, his words were level. “Routine business.”

Wei Wei, who was on her stomach under the carriage seat, head and hair covered in dust ‘woah hoh’d to herself, routine business? Third Prince was indeed frighteningly two-faced. He clearly toyed around, upending everything only for the sake of catching her. Yet in his mouth, it became serious routine business. This made people from the four great clans, even if they wanted to go to Retired Emperor to make a complaint, unable to come up with any demands.

“Pass.” Baili Jia Jue’s voice rang out again.

Wei Wei swore, there’d never been a time like this time, when she felt that Third Prince’s voice was so damned pleasant to hear.

However!

She was just about to get up.

When she heard Baili Jia Jue speak again. “Wait a moment…”