The beloved little princess arrives, and the evil ghost howls for mercy!

Feng Xiaowu and Chang Huaiyuan cheered.

"General Mu, here, here! We are here!"

There is a carriage!

Then they can ride in the carriage with Yan Bao.

There is no need to worry about Yan Bao being taken away by His Majesty Beiyuan.

Xiao Yanbao was woken up from his sleep, and he opened his eyelids with difficulty and took a look.

"Doudou~"

The little baby made a muffled sound, and then there was a very cute little purr.

"Huh...huh..."

Muling got off his horse and took three steps at a time to reach Fu Ling'an.

"Your Majesty Beiyuan."

When he was about to take Xiao Yanbao over, Fu Ling'an avoided it very naturally.

"I'm holding you!"

Mu Ling looked at his scattered hair. Even though it was already dark and couldn't see the blood on his clothes, he could still smell some blood.

"Your Majesty Beiyuan, you are injured."

Lu Huaijin rushed over.

"Your Majesty, where are you injured?"

His Majesty was walking very steadily just now, and there was nothing wrong with his expression. Lu Huaijin subconsciously thought that His Majesty was not injured.

Fu Ling'an raised his finger and showed Mu Ling the blood marks on his fingertip.

"If General Mu comes here a little later, the wound on my finger will be healed."

Lu Huaijin: "..."

Your Majesty, when you talk like this...it is easy to attract hatred.

Lu Huaijin coughed twice to explain to His Majesty.

"General Mu, your Majesty has no other intentions. Your Majesty..."

Muling admitted frankly.

"It's true that I came a little late, sorry."

Lu Huaijin: "..."

Fu Ling'an: "In the future, I hope that besides these children, there will be adults like you, General Mu, around Yan Bao."

Before Mu Ling could explain, Feng Xiaowu spoke hurriedly.

"Your Majesty Beiyuan, you misunderstood. It was Uncle Ji who brought us out to play."

Chang Huaiyuan followed suit.

"Yes! But Uncle Ji doesn't like the excitement, so he seemed to have something to do temporarily, so he left us to play by ourselves. He left little paper figures for us. If there is a real danger, the little paper figures can protect us."

Fu Ling'an's face darkened.

"Who is Uncle Ji?"

Muling Fengmian and others said in unison.

"Yan Bao's biological father."

Fu Ling'an: "..."

Fu Ling'an's sinister eyes were instantly filled with fire.

"Yan Bao's biological father? What is his name?"

Feng Xiaowu has a quick mouth.

"Ji Wuchen! My father and the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty all call him the head of the Ji family."

Fu Ling'an narrowed his eyes coldly.

"Master Ji?"

Mu Ling explained calmly.

"The head of the Ji family, the first family of the hidden witch clan a hundred years ago."

There was a bit of surprise in Fu Ling'an's narrowed eyebrows.

"The head of the first family of the hidden witch clan, Ji Wuchen?"

That was not the last head of the Ji family.

Moreover, all the emperors of Beiyuan knew the biggest secret of the first family of the hidden witch clan. Every successor chosen by the ancestors of the Ji family would bear the curse that the Ji family had endured for thousands of years.

It is said that the ancestors of the Ji family of the witch clan were violent and bloodthirsty, went crazy and became demons, slaughtered tens of thousands of people by themselves, and finally angered the gods and cursed them.

The curse will be fulfilled when the spirit of the ancestors of the Ji family chooses the strongest among the descendants of the Ji family.

It is said that for thousands of years, every head of the Ji family has died.

Because the curse of the Ji family's god is too strong, even the most powerful heir of the Ji family will either go crazy and become a demon and be strangled by his tribe, or fall into a permanent sleep, or he will eventually commit suicide because he cannot bear the severe pain caused by the curse.

How could his sister give birth to Yan Bao with such a person?

Didn’t the Ji family disappear from the world a hundred years ago?

If Yan Bao is so powerful and has the blood of the Ji family in his body, will he be chosen as the heir by the indifferent ancestor spirits of the Ji family and bear the curse of the Ji family's inhuman torture?

Fu Ling'an seemed to have thought of something, and quickly lowered his head to look at Xiao Yanbao, who was sleeping in his arms.

The night was too dark, and even if he was very close, it was still difficult to see clearly the condition of the little guy's forehead.

Feng Mian seemed to have guessed what Fu Ling'an was looking at, and he thought for a while before speaking.

"Your Majesty Beiyuan, Yan Bao has a ghost flower on his forehead."

Fu Ling'an's anger surged all over his body.

Xiao Yanbao, who was sleeping soundly due to the surge of anger, opened his eyes with a start and subconsciously looked around.

After discovering that her anger came from holding her biological uncle Fu Ling'an, the little girl quickly hugged his neck and kneaded in his arms affectionately.

"Qing Doudou, what's wrong with you? Are you having a nightmare?"

Feng Sanlie snorted.

"Yan Bao, your uncle is awake. What a nightmare."

Xiao Yanbao sighed.

His big eyes stared at Fu Ling'an closely.

"Qing Doudou, what's wrong with you? Who made you angry?"

Before Fu Ling'an could speak, Xiao Yanbao clenched his chubby little fists.

"Kiss Doudou, if you are not angry anymore with whoever makes you angry, tell Yan Bao and Yan Bao will help you beat him up!"

Although Fu Ling'an tried his best to suppress it, he still couldn't suppress the anger and panic in his heart.

He stared intently at Xiao Yanbao's forehead.

"Yanbao, your forehead..."

Xiao Yanbao hurriedly touched his forehead, then raised his chin very smugly and came to Fu Ling'an's eyes to give him a closer look at his forehead.

"Kiss Doudou, Yan Bao has an extra flower on his forehead. Isn't it particularly beautiful?"

Fu Ling'an: "..."

So good looking!

This is the flower that can kill my niece!

Fu Ling'an was angry and anxious.

"Yan Bao, where is Ji Wuchen?"

Xiao Yanbao finally noticed why Fu Ling'an was angry.

It turned out to be because of dad.

The little guy blinked, his big eyes turning.

"Kiss Doudou, do you know who Yan Bao's father is?"

Miss Feng spoke urgently.

"I know, I know, let's tell Yan Bao about your uncle together."

Xiao Yanbao made a sound, hugged Fu Ling'an's neck again and rubbed him.

"Dear Doudou, Daddy is very kind. Although Daddy came a little late, Daddy didn't do it on purpose. He was plotted by bad people and fell asleep for a long time."

"Dad took Yan Bao home that time. After Yan Bao fell asleep, Yan Bao saw his dad standing alone under the largest crabapple tree in the yard, crying."

"Daddy didn't come late on purpose. Daddy... likes A Niang and Yan Bao very much."

Fu Ling'an: "..."

He didn't say anything yet, but the niece started explaining to the short-lived ghost father.

Mu Ling spoke at the right moment.

"Your Majesty Beiyuan, the night wind is cold and cold. Let's get in the carriage first."

Feng Xiaowu and Chang Huaiyuan had quietly climbed onto the carriage in front of them.

The two of them poked their little heads out of the carriage.

Feng Xiaowu has a childish voice and is particularly cheerful.

"Yes, yes, your Majesty Beiyuan, get in the car first. If you have anything to ask, ask in the car. We all know it and we can tell you."

Fu Ling'an asked him quietly.

"Then do you know that every head of the Ji family will never survive?"

Feng Xiaowu was dumbfounded.

"what?"

Feng Sanlie and Chang Huaiyuan asked Xiao Yanbao at the same time.

"Yan Bao, how old is Uncle Ji this year?"

Feng Siling frowned.

"Your Majesty Beiyuan, why can't Uncle Ji survive?"

Feng Mian realized something and looked at the Nether Flower Mark on Xiao Yanbao's forehead that was almost invisible at night.

"Is it related to the Nether Flower, which symbolizes the identity of the head of the Ji family?"