"Who are you calling the bustard? Repeat these words to me again!"

King Xiyue gritted his teeth: "You two, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. This is our Dafeng Dynasty's business and has nothing to do with you!"

Bai Ye sneered and said, "He is the eldest son of my family. Do you think his affairs have something to do with us?"

Eldest son?

Only then did King Xiyue remember Bai Ye's name for Jun Xiaomo, and his eyes darkened fiercely.

Could it be that Ningxin Pavilion and Feng Pavilion are both related to Jun Juechen?

"Are you Jun Juechen's people?" King Xiyue asked in a deep voice.

When Bai Ye mentioned Jun Juechen, he was filled with anger: "That kind of person who was deceived by Nan Yunrou, what does he have to do with Wefeng Pavilion? My master is Nan Yan, and the young prince of the palace is also the eldest son of our family!"

King Xiyue was stunned. His mind was in confusion and he couldn't figure out what Bai Ye meant.

But even if he doesn't understand, he still clearly knows what his purpose is.

"I don't care what your relationship is with Jun Xiaomo, I only know that he is Jun Juechen's son, and he deserves to die if he is Jun Juechen's son!"

He gritted his teeth with hatred, and his eyes burst out with ferocity: "Come here, bring me here!"

Jun Xiaomo frowned. He didn't know what King Xiyue was going to do until he heard a familiar voice coming from behind the crowd.

The sound was so familiar that his whole body froze, like a stone.

"King Xiyue, I'm warning you, you'd better let me go as soon as possible. I have to see the prince. It's okay if you don't let me go. You let my prince come to see me."

Ye Feng's tone was angry and anxious, and he was dragged into the crowd by a tightrope.

His neck, hands, and feet were all tied with steel cables, and his body was covered in scars.

The blood had long since solidified, and even the steel cables on his body were covered with clots.

His pale face no longer looked as handsome as before, and his messy hair looked more like a madman.

Just the next moment.

Ye Feng's gaze suddenly stopped.

His breathing stopped, and he stared at that young face in shock and astonishment. His originally angry voice turned into panic.

"Young Master, please leave this place quickly!"

"Run away!!!"

It’s over!

The young prince actually appears in this place.

If it falls into the hands of King Xiyue, he will definitely kill the young prince!

Jun Xiaomo's upright little body stood in the wind, looking at the man covered in blood scabs with red eyes.

Tears burst from his eyes, covering his pink and jade face.

Very good.

Uncle Ye Feng is still alive!

When Ye Feng saw that Jun Xiaomo didn't move, he became more and more anxious and said frantically: "My young prince, run quickly and go back to find the prince!"

Ahem!

Ye Feng coughed hard. He coughed out a mouthful of blood, and his face became even weaker.

Jun Xiaomo raised his black eyes and turned his gaze to King Xiyue, with burning anger in his eyes.

The King of Xiyue sneered with a mocking smile: "You have the master of Feng Pavilion protecting you. It's really not difficult for you to leave, but..."

He paused and put his sword on Ye Feng's neck.

"I'm afraid this guard of your Night Palace won't survive."

Ye Feng's eyes were filled with anger: "King Xiyue, kill me if you want. Don't use me to threaten the young prince!"

King Xiyue laughed loudly and said, "I just want to see if Jun Xiaomo is as ruthless as Jun Juechen."

After all, when he wrote a kidnapping letter to Jun Juechen, he ignored it and only sent one woman over.
Chapter completed!