The senior sister who refuses to fall in love has become a god.

He suddenly couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled, "Now it seems that it is indeed the case."

"Why are you laughing?" Qian Shu asked strangely.

The young man suddenly stopped talking again and stared at her with a pair of bright eyes.

"I, I think you are really good-looking."

The boy's heart was beating fast as he looked at the sparks in her eyes.

"I got it, go back and tell Yue Wangjun that I'm too lazy to see him."

Qian Shu withdrew her eyes, not intending to get into any entanglement with the young man. She wanted to find traces of the demons.

After Qian Shu walked some distance, the young man realized what he was doing and trotted to catch up.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, fairy, my name is Yuewu, they all call me Yueyaer, you can also call me that."

"Why should I call your name? Let's go, don't follow me anymore."

The rare fair face was covered with a layer of pink, "It's okay even if the immortal doesn't want to scream, but I must follow the immortal today, otherwise, even if I go back, His Highness will not let me go."

Qian Shu asked casually: "Is he cruel?"

Yuewu's face turned pale and she shook her head quickly, "His Highness is not cruel at all. On the contrary, he is the gentlest master and treats his servants best."

"Then what are you afraid of?"

Qian Shu suddenly thought of a question, "By the way, is your old emperor dead?"

Yue Wu shook her head, "Your Majesty has been in bed for many years and his body is not in good condition. However, His Majesty took good care of him and he has not died yet."

Qian Shu became interested and said, "Let's go, take me around the palace."

"Immortal, have you changed your mind and want to see His Highness?"

"Who said I was going to see him? I was going to see your old emperor."

"what?"

Yuewu's mind was spinning slowly, and she didn't understand what the immortal was going to do. She was about to enter the palace, so Yuewu had to speed up her pace to lead her the way.

The hustle and bustle of the street and the bustling lanterns seemed to have nothing to do with her. The immortal did not even give them a glance. It was so ruthless, but so charming.

The palace was heavily guarded, so for convenience, Qian Shu simply entered from above and jumped down from the sky.

Yuewu also hurriedly got in through the small door.

"Immortal, Immortal, come down quickly. If you walk up there like this, people will think you are an assassin, Immortal!"

Yuewu ran after her below, with beads of sweat on his forehead and his eyes were very anxious.

But he was so busy talking to Qian Shu that he forgot to look at his feet, bumped into a water jar and fell to the ground.

Qian Shu took a deep breath and jumped down from the top.

"Are you okay?"

"No...it's okay, Immortal, don't walk so fast, I can't keep up with you."

Yuewu shook his head and got up from the ground. There was no complaint in his eyes, only full of worry.

The shadow of a certain elf flashed in Qian Shu's mind, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"Okay, I'll just listen to you and walk over with your feet."

So the journey that originally took a blink of an eye was suddenly taken by the two of them for half an hour.

There was no one to handle the palace where the emperor lived, but when he reached the door, Yuewu didn't dare to take a step closer.

"Immortal, I am of low status and cannot send you in. If you want to go, just go by yourself."

Qian Shu said nothing and entered the emperor's palace alone.

Not many palace lanterns were lit along the way, and the road was very dark.

Reaching out to open the door, a rotten smell hit my face.

Qian Shu couldn't describe the smell for a moment. The surroundings were too quiet, so people couldn't help but relax their movements.

After she entered, she reached out and lit a blue flame.

The flames illuminated an area, and Qian Shu gradually approached the bed. The person on the bed was covered with a quilt, and Qian Shu reached out to lift the quilt.

But his hand was suddenly held by a pale and slender hand, and a half-figure walked out from behind the curtain.

Qian Shu was shocked and subconsciously wanted to hit him with his palms.

The blue firelight illuminated the side of his face, but another equally slender hand stopped her.

"Master, is it possible that you can't even recognize your apprentice?"

Seeing his smiling face, Qian Shu took his hand back stiffly.

"You are not my apprentice, what are you doing here?"

"Master, I should ask you this question. It's so late. What are you doing in my father's palace? Are you here to pay homage to his remains?"

"What remains? He is dead."

No wonder she said the smell was strange, it turned out to be the stench of corpses.

"I specially built an ice bed to preserve his body, but unfortunately, even so, his body began to gradually decay."

He smiled softly and said, "Master, it's better not to look at it, for fear of staining your eyes."

"Since he is dead, why not rest in peace? Instead, he deceived everyone that he was seriously ill."

"Master, you must understand my good intentions. Now I am just a cripple. If you all know that their prince is a cripple like me, it will make everyone uneasy."

Yue Wangjun's words may seem reasonable, but in fact, if you think about it carefully, there is no logic at all.

His strength is clearly above everyone else, so if he wants to be a prince, why should he care about other people's opinions?

"Master, it's hard for you to come here once. I invite you to visit the most lively and beautiful places in Yanhuang."

"Where?"

Yue Wangjun stretched out his hand, "Master, please come with me."

Qian Shu ignored her outstretched hand and said, "Let's go, I want to see what you are planning."

"Today is Yanhuang's annual city celebration day. No matter the emperor or ministers or the common people, they don't have to work on this day and can enjoy this short-term beauty and relaxation."

Qian Shu glanced at him, "Where are you taking me?"

"The highest place in the entire palace."

There is a nine-story building in the palace, which is brightly lit.

As soon as the two approached, the rest of the palace people knelt down and saluted.

A palace maid dressed up ran up and said, "Your Highness, please go and have a look. Your Fourth Highness is drunk again."

Yue Wangjun lowered his eyes and nodded, his face calm, "Let's go."

There is a huge platform on the ninth floor, where people are singing and dancing, including concubines and concubines. There are also countless dancers and actors, and court musicians play exciting dance music.

There was a fat man who was drinking and slamming the table, "I can't dance well enough, I'm not good enough!"

He laughed loudly, his whole face turned red, he obviously drank too much.

"What's the point of dancing with clothes on? Why don't you take off your clothes and dance!"

The queen's face was as green as ink, "That's enough, Yue Wangcheng, do you still look like a prince at all? Come back here!"

"Mother, why are you in such a hurry? The emperor is not here today. Isn't this my world? I can play however I like!"

"Oh? It seems that the emperor thinks that I can't play well with you?"

Yue Wangjun came from the darkness, and Yue Wangyong sobered up on the spot.

"Brother Huang, brother Huang, didn't leave because of something, so why is he here again?"

Qian Shu was a few steps behind him and also walked out of the darkness.

Yue Wangyong's eyes suddenly straightened, he rubbed his eyes, pointed at her and said: "Fairy? I must be dreaming, how come I met a fairy?"

Yue Wangjun's eyes condensed.