A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

His voice was trembling and full of fear. Eunuch Xiaoyi widened his eyes and looked nervously into the Weilong Palace, as if a ferocious beast would rush out at any time.

He hurriedly held Xiao Sizhe against his chest, his body trembling slightly, for fear that the emperor would hear his words and run out to kill Xiao Sizhe with a palm.

"Oh! Eunuch Xiaoyi, don't worry!" Xiao Sizhe said helplessly as she looked at the panicked Eunuch Xiaoyi.

"He's getting angry inside. He doesn't know or hear what's happening outside. Don't be so nervous." As she said that, Xiao Sizhe reached out and helped Grandpa Xiaoyi up.

Eunuch Xiaoyi still had a bitter look on his face, and said worriedly: "My little ancestor, it's not easy for me to meet such a good little adult like you. I really cherish this fate and want to see you every day. What if I cause a big disaster because of carelessness, what should I do?"

Eunuch Xiaoyi's eyes were full of worry and reluctance, as if Xiao Sizhe was his only warmth and hope in this deep palace.

Eunuch Xiaoyi's heart was as turbulent as the sea swept by a strong wind, and he thought to himself: This tyrant and incompetent emperor has always been so capricious and cruel.

If others want to change his temper, it is harder than climbing to the sky, unless the world and the dynasty are changed! But now, how can such a possibility be achieved? The most promising prince has passed away, and the figure that once carried everyone's earnest expectations has disappeared without a trace.

Whenever he thought of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the gentle and elegant young man would appear in Eunuch Xiaoyi's mind. He always had a kind smile on his face and was very caring towards the people around him, just like the warm sunshine in spring, warming everyone.

The departure of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was like the fall of a dazzling star, plunging the entire palace into endless darkness and despair.

And now, the pregnant concubine has disappeared again, and her whereabouts are unknown. People can't help but feel pity. But now, she has disappeared without a trace, which makes the heart of the eunuch Xiaoyi full of worry and anxiety, as if a huge rock is pressing on his heart, so heavy that it makes people breathless. The remaining Concubine Wan, after losing her beloved, shed tears all day long.

The beautiful face of Concubine Wan was covered with tear marks, and her eyes were red and swollen like two ripe peaches. She often sat alone in a corner of the palace, looking into the distance, missing her lost lover. Her lonely and helpless figure was heartbreaking.

He didn't know whether the dragon fetus in her belly could be saved. When Eunuch Xiaoyi thought of this, he shook his head helplessly and felt that changing the dynasty was impossible.

These miserable days seemed to have no end, and were still waiting for him to continue suffering. Thinking of this, Eunuch Xiaoyi sighed deeply, and the sigh was full of helplessness and sorrow, as if it was a lament from the depths of his soul.

Xiao Sizhe looked at the worried-looking eunuch Xiao Yi and said with a playful smile, "Don't sigh, I will make your dreams come true!"

As he spoke, Xiao Sizhe picked up his lunch box and then took Shui Qinglian's lunch box over. There were exquisite carvings on the lunch box, which shone faintly in the sunlight.

Xiao Sizhe's eyes were full of determination and confidence. "You wait here for me." After saying that, he walked towards Weilong Palace with calm and confident steps. His robe fluttered gently with his steps, like a blooming flower.

Xiao Sizhe approached the Weilong Palace step by step. The noisy shouting and cursing stopped immediately when she stepped into the palace gate.

It was as if there was an invisible force that instantly calmed the chaotic scene. Inside the Weilong Palace, the emperor stood there with an angry face, and was about to continue to rage, but was stunned by Xiao Sizhe who suddenly broke in.

The emperor's eyes were burning with anger, his eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He held a scroll tightly in his hands, as if he was about to tear it into pieces at any time. The palace maids and eunuchs around him were trembling with fear and dared not breathe.

Emperor Yuxuan sat on the dragon bed with a furious look on his face, looking like an enraged lion. His eyes were wide open, burning with rage, and the flames of anger seemed to burn everything around him.

The veins on his forehead bulged like winding earthworms, as if telling of his inner fury. He tightly grasped the copy of the immortal secret in his hand, and the paper made a "crunching" sound under his strong force, as if it would be crushed into powder at any time. He angrily crunched it into a ball, and the ball of paper in his hand seemed to become the object of his venting anger.

At this time, the atmosphere in the palace was solemn. The sunlight poured in through the carved windows, but it was a bit cold. The air was filled with tension, and the gorgeous curtains fluttered gently in the breeze, as if they were also uneasy about the depressing atmosphere.

Emperor Yuxuan held the piece of paper high up, pretending to throw it away. He knelt on the dragon bed and faced the window, raised his hand and made a throwing gesture, but he was frozen there. His arms trembled slightly, which was the manifestation of his inner struggle on his body. The sunlight shone on him, making his figure look more lonely and stubborn.

After a moment, he stopped and muttered to himself, "No, absolutely not. What if someone else picks it up and I can't learn it, but someone else does? Then I will be at a big loss."

There was a hint of reluctance and worry in his eyes, as if the secret of immortality was the most precious treasure in the world and must not fall into the hands of others. His lips trembled slightly, and his voice was small but full of determination. His brows were furrowed, as if he was thinking about some important decision. The palace was silent, with only the light breathing of Emperor Yuxuan echoing in the air.

Then, he slowly sat down again and carefully spread out the Changsheng Jue. His movements were as gentle as if he was stroking a precious work of art, fearing that he would damage it again. Looking at the contents on it, his anger was ignited again, and he cursed at the third jue: "You dare to stop me, believe it or not, I will burn you? Little Sizhe, hurry up and get over here!!!"

His voice reverberated in the palace like thunder, causing pain in the eardrums. Every word seemed to carry endless power, making people shudder. At this moment, the birds outside the palace seemed to be frightened by the roar, and flew away with flapping wings.

At this time, Xiao Sizhe walked over slowly, wearing a light blue robe that fluttered with his steps.

"Your Majesty, please don't get angry! If you get angry, all your efforts will be wasted."