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“She’s innocent and only has alchemy in her heart.

“Junior Sister has done so much for me.

“To me, love is not based on physical attraction.

“Junior Sister and I are in love.”

Han Muye seemed to be talking to Yunduan, but also to himself.

The expression on Yunduan’s face kept changing as she stared at Han Muye.

“Princess Yunjin is beautiful and intelligent, but that’s not why I should fall in love with her.

“By the same token, there’s no need for her to keep me in her heart.

“We’re passersby whose paths crossed in this mortal world. Fate begins and ends. It’s something that comes from the heart.”

Han Muye’s aura slowly calmed down.

Yunduan, who was opposite him, slowly sat back down.

“If you didn’t mean it, why did you leave so many…” she whispered, but she didn’t finish. She just shook her head.

There was a moment of silence in the carriage.

Yunduan looked up at Han Muye, and her eyes flickered.

“You’re right. Encounters are fated.”

She pushed the pen and paper on the table in front of her toward him and said with a smile, “We’re so fated. Help me write a few emperor’s poems.”

Emperor’s poems?

Han Muye frowned.

The Central Continent was a place where Confucianism suppressed the Heavenly Dao. Poetry and essays could be compatible with the Heavenly Dao.

He could kill 30,000 sword cultivators with his poems outside Jinchuan.

In the Northern Region, the poem of the Half-Crown Emperor directly killed the great cultivators from back then.

If he really wrote an emperor poem now, the spiritual energy would probably gather on the spot and the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth would sense it. It was even possible to overturn the Heavenly Mystic Dynasty.

Glancing at Yunduan, Han Muye shook his head.

This girl was still ignorant and fearless.

“Just help me this once.” Yunduan pressed her hands on the small table and leaned closer to Han Muye.

“You helped my sister write so many poems. You wrote, ‘Looking at the red flowers, wet with rain at dawn’…”

Leaning close, Han Muye could see the liveliness in Yunduan’s eyes.

A faint fragrance entered his nose.

Han Muye was unmoved.

“How about this? Help me write an emperor’s poem. I…” Yunduan leaned closer, almost touching Han Muye’s cheek, and whispered, “I’ll wear female clothes for you to see.”

Han Muye’s gaze fell on Yunduan’s approaching body.

This girl was Princess Yunjin’s biological sister. Although she looked young, she was not inferior to Yunjin.

If she wore female clothes, her beauty would probably surpass Yunjin.

However, as the Prince of Qi and possibly the heir to the throne of the Heavenly Mystic Emperor, she probably wouldn’t be able to wear women’s clothing more than a few times in this lifetime.

Even if she became the empress, she would be wearing a royal robe. It was impossible for her to wear female clothes.

“Why do you have to have an emperor’s poem?” Han Muye raised his hand and pressed it on Yunduan’s shoulder, pushing her back to her original spot. He frowned and asked.

“You know my current identity, don’t you?” A complicated look appeared on Yunduan’s face. She leaned back on her seat and spoke softly.

He nodded.

“I don’t want to be the Crown Prince. I don’t want to be the heir apparent either.” Yunduan hugged her knees and curled up slightly with her head lowered.

“But for my father and sister, I have to fight for the throne.

“Otherwise, Sister will be married off to the Eastern Sea Flood Dragon Clan.”

Yunduan looked up at Han Muye. “I don’t want my sister to marry and live in the distant Eastern Sea.”

Although there were rumors in the Imperial City that the Prince of Qi had the possibility of inheriting the throne, it was not certain.

At the very least, there were a few people in the royal family who could compete with Yunduan.

Some of those people became famous at a young age. They were steadfast and steady. Some of them had extraordinary cultivation and their combat strength suppressed an area.

If it were not for the fact that the imperial family had the intention to use the White Deer Mountain to shake the foundation of Wen Mosheng’s Confucianism, it would not have been Yunduan, this fake prince, who was the heir apparent.

Today, Yunduan was invited to the gathering by an elder of the royal family.

Among them were other clansmen.

Making a name for herself at this gathering would be very helpful in fighting for the throne.

On the other hand, if she was suppressed, her opportunities would be greatly diminished.

Yunduan looked up at Han Muye with a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

It was not that she was really insensible. It was just that she had known Han Muye back then and felt that there was something between her sister and him, so they were naturally closer.

However, this intimacy was not her bargaining chip to threaten Han Muye.

She wasn’t sure if Han Muye was willing to help her.

After all, for someone like Han Muye, there were not many things in the world that could move him.

Her sister had always been infatuated with Han Muye’s poems. Over the years, she had recited them every day.

Much of Grandmaster Han Mu’s literary fame came from the Cloud Brocade Immortal Ship.

Han Muye pondered for a moment and looked out of the carriage window.

The carriage was extremely fast. They had already arrived in the middle of the city and were not far from Moon Viewing Town.

He reached out and picked up the ink brush.

“When I’m done, memorize it.”

Han Muye spoke softly.

Yunduan looked happy and quickly nodded.

Han Muye’s brush moved like a dragon.

“When the wind rises, the clouds will soar. I have unified the world and returned to my hometown. How can I get valiant warriors to guard all corners of the country!”

Yunduan muttered in a low voice and her eyes widened.

The emperor who looked down upon the world in poetry was heroic.

The golden Great Spirit gushed out from the page, as if it wanted to rush out of the carriage and into the sky.

A purple aura turned into a light screen on Han Muye’s body and restrained the Great Spirit.

“Since the royal family has the intention to shake off Wen Mosheng, they will definitely gather experts and fierce warriors to suppress the surroundings.

“This poem can only be recited. It can’t be explained. Those who understand will understand.”

Han Muye put down his pen and looked at Yunduan. “Have you memorized it?”

Yunduan nodded hurriedly.

Han Muye folded the paper in front of him and put it in his pocket.

This poem contained the aura of an emperor. It was the first time he had written it, and it had the power of the Heavenly Dao. It was a rather powerful literary treasure.

Most of the literary treasures in the world came from this.

Putting away the paper, Han Muye prepared to get out of the carriage.

Yunduan rolled her eyes and reached out to tug at Han Muye’s sleeve.

“Teacher Han, I said it. If you help me write a poem, I’ll wear women’s clothes for you to see.” Yunduan’s eyes were smiling as she leaned forward.

“Don’t leave yet. I’ll change my clothes for you to see.”

As she spoke, she reached out to tug at her clothes.

Her collar was pulled open, revealing her fair neck.

She looked up and saw Han Muye’s gaze on her. There was a smile in his eyes. She blushed and wrapped her collar. Then she grabbed Han Muye’s sleeve and refused to let go.

“I forgot to bring women’s clothing today. Next time, I’ll wear it…

“How about this? Help me write another poem. I’ll wear two sets of clothes for you to see.

“Can you write another poem? I’ll wear those skimpy clothes that the women on the immortal ship wear.

“Write another one, I don’t…”

…

As Han Muye was getting out of the carriage along Moon Viewing Avenue, there were peals of laughter from the carriage.

Han Muye chuckled and shook his head, but the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

From the rebellion of the Daoist sects of the eight counties in Dongnan to the undisguised disloyalty of the imperial family, the Heavenly Mystic World seemed to be trying to overthrow Wen Mosheng’s suppression everywhere.

However, Han Muye knew that the position of a Sage could not be shattered so easily.

In this world, only sages could hurt sages.

It was impossible for Wen Mosheng not to know what was going on in the Heavenly Mystic.

Was he really unable to leave or did he have other plans?

Walking slowly back to the Pill Destiny Pavilion, Han Muye had just reached the roadside when he saw Cuicui running over anxiously.

“Young Master, please save Datian. Datian has been detained!”