On the official road in the suburbs of the capital.
A group of people was slowly moving forward.
It was Prince Xiaoming, Zhu Houwei, and the others.
This time, Zhu Houwei told the outside world that he was going to take a look at his fief.
After all, he was a vassal king, and everything on the fief belonged to him.
How was the life of the people there? How was the tax revenue?
The imperial court did not care whether there were corrupt officials or not.
The vassal king had to take care of his own fief.
Although Zhu Houwei was a salted fish, he had a reputation for being a wanderer.
However, as a king who went to his fief to visit his people, no one could find fault with him.
Therefore, Zhu Houwei was prepared to go straight to his fief to take a look.
As a prince, he still had to do some superficial work.
Prince Xiaoming had left the capital. This news was no longer a secret.
In the capital, all kinds of intelligence and news were flying everywhere, and people from all walks of life were showing their abilities.
In the Guarding Dragon Mountain Villa, Zhu Buduan looked at the news in his hands and did not care much.
The spy had already been placed inside, and the only one in Prince Xiaoming's team that he cared about was Gu Santong.
Moreover, with his nephew's carefree and pleasure-seeking personality, this trip would only continue to ruin his reputation.
This could be said to be a good thing for his future plans.
In the palace, Cao Zhengchun was having a headache over how to take down Iron-guts Divine Marquis Zhu Budian. As for Prince Xiaoming, he just wanted to have fun.
At the same time, on a mountain not far from Zhu Houwei's royal carriage, a group of people stood proudly and stared at Prince Xiaoming's team with playful eyes.
They were the Demon Sect's experts Bian Bufu, Bai Qing 'er, and the Yin Weed Sect's disciples who were hiding in the Great Ming Dynasty under Empress Yin's orders.
Bian Bufu and Bai Qing 'er were originally active in the Great Ming Empire, so Empress Yin had sent them over to receive Huanhuan.
However, Huanhuan was currently being taught by Jiang Yuyan how to be a qualified maid. Her knees were red from kneeling on Zhu Houwei's carriage.
"Chenchen, don't underestimate the job of a maid.”
"To be a maid of His Highness is something that many people dream of.”
Zhu Houwei, who was lying on the cushion of the carriage, closed his eyes and enjoyed himself. No matter what, he could not stop enjoying himself.
The carriage he was riding had been modified by the skilled craftsmen of the Imperial Residence. The shaking had been reduced to the extreme and would not cause discomfort.
At this moment, the convoy was getting closer and closer to the foot of the mountain where the evil cult members were hiding.
On top of the mountain, Yin Weed Sect's Grandmaster, Hidden Demon Bian Bufu, was looking at the slowly approaching convoy.
"Uncle-Master, it's Huanhuan!"
Bai Qing 'er's eyes were sharp, and she saw Huanhuan's figure at the first moment.
However, it was different from what she had imagined. Chenchen did not seem to have become a princess consort or a concubine.
Judging from Huanhuan's careful appearance, she looked more like Prince Xiaoming's maidservant.
This scene caused Bai Qing 'er and the others to be stunned.
Before they came, Empress Yin had said that Huanhuan would definitely capture Prince Xiaoming. They were here to help Huanhuan control the Prince's mansion.
However, the current situation did not seem right.
"Humph, Huanhuan has let Empress Yin down.”
"She still hasn't settled this trash wangye. It seems that her cultivation isn't at the peak yet.”
"She should be trained by this old man…"
After Bian Bufu saw Chenchen, he carefully observed Zhu Houwei's appearance. It did not look like he was charmed by Chenchen.
He had long wanted to spy on Huanhuan. If Empress Yin had not stopped him, and if Huanhuan had not been hiding from him, he would have taken Huanhuan's red ball long ago.
"Martial Uncle, Senior Sister Chenchen hasn't captured Prince Xiaoming yet. What should we do?。”
Bai Qing 'er didn't know if she should act or not. Before she came, she had secretly instructed them to listen to Bian Bufu's arrangements. At this moment, a group of people were watching Bian Bufu.
"Hmph, cancel what?"
"Huanhuan is useless, and so are you!”
"I'll send those bastards down there to hell with one palm strike.”
"All of you should take advantage of the opportunity to kill those maids and eunuchs.”
"Oh, no, even if the eunuch is killed, the maidservant still has to stay.”
"I didn't expect that even though Prince Xiaoming is a good-for-nothing, he's still one of us in terms of beauty.”
"Yo, I didn't see clearly just now, but the one holding the fan is actually a female. Qing-er, let me have the one wearing the bamboo hat later.”
"Today is Martial Uncle's Day of Enlightenment. There are so many beauties, how can I enjoy them…"
After the lecherous Bian Bufu saw the maids in Prince Xiaoming's carriage and Shangguan Haitang's true body, he was extremely excited.
He wanted to pounce on her and enjoy himself.
Luan Hua gradually became mesmerizing. Bian Bufu was originally a lecherous and hungry ghost. At this moment, he was mesmerized by the beauty of the maidservant in the carriage and had already lost his basic judgment.
As a transmigrator, Zhu Houwei had long cultivated the Breath Holding Technique to the great success stage and even used the Spiritual Pearl of Creation to break through the limit. Unless he took the initiative to show it, no one could see through his strength.
This was a necessity for transmigrators!
As for Gu Santong, his cultivation had already returned to its original state. He had stepped into the realm of great grandmaster. He was far from being seen through by Bian Budui. Their group was purely an iron plate that could not be any harder!
At this moment, Bian Bufu was already studying the location of the Unveiled Meeting in his mind. He had never thought that there was a possibility of failure when he led the Yin Weed Sect members.
He was a grandmaster expert of the Sacred Sect and was only a few steps away from the Great Grandmaster Realm. How could a useless prince have any experts by his side?
He didn't even look at Prince Xiaoming. In his eyes, the other party was already a dead object. If he listened to him, he would let him live. If he didn't, he would kill him.
"Qing 'er, contact Huanhuan and see when it's convenient for you to take action.”
Bian Bufu couldn't wait to see the approaching carriages, and he hurriedly asked Bai Qing 'er to use the secret technique of his sect to contact Huanhuan.
"Yes, Uncle-Master."
Looking at Bian's conceited expression, Bai Qing 'er's confidence skyrocketed.
Bai Qing 'er, who was born in the fiend sects, had always been unscrupulous and lawless, looking down on the imperial power.
Moreover, she also had the idea of competing with Huanhuan. She believed that her appearance and aptitude were not inferior to Huanhuan.
Why was she the direct disciple of Empress Yin, Zhu Yuyan, who could cultivate the Heavenly Demon Secret, while he could only learn the Demon Lady Technique?
If this was successful, he would be able to properly ridicule her.
It would be best if he could turn Prince Xiaoming into his playboy in front of Huanhuan.
Thinking of this, Bai Qing Er couldn't help but feel a little hot, her legs rubbing against each other.
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