The Allure of the City: His Royal Highness is Too Provocative

At present, not only the high-level officials of the seven major families have been mobilized, but also the three major empires, and even Emperor Fengli has come. It can be seen that this should not be Leng Lingshuang's original intention.

Although Chi Moran and Leng Lingshuang have a bad relationship, they have been together for many years. They nodded and said: "She should have just sent a message to the Chi family, but someone deliberately leaked the news, and now they all use her divination as an excuse to come to the sea area .”

At this time, Leng Lingshuang probably didn't expect that she had already caused trouble.

"That little pagoda can't fall into the hands of Leng's family and Xie's family, and neither can that woman." Yu Qingqian communicated with Gu Yan in the small pagoda, and said firmly to them.

Feng Chen knew Yu Qingqian better, "Qianqian knows what that little pagoda is?"

"Well, that small tower is actually the key to our mainland and the high-level mainland passage." Yu Qingqian told the two of the small tower and the key from Guyan.

"If there is no accident, the forces behind the Leng family and the Xie family come from the high-level continent. If they get the small tower fusion key, the entire continent may once again be infiltrated and controlled by that force."

Both Feng Chen and Chi Moran were stunned. They obviously didn't expect such secrets to be hidden in the mainland. Does that mean that more than 30 years ago, this continent was infiltrated and controlled by a certain force in the high-level continent.

"At night, I tentatively asked my father. If it happened more than thirty years ago, then he must know something inside." Feng Chen thought deeply.

Chi Moran also nodded: "When the Chi family arrives tomorrow, I will also go to inquire about the news."

A cognition has been buried in the hearts of the two of them, no matter what, they must get the small tower and let Yu Qingqian integrate.

Of course, the two of them didn't ask Yu Qingqian how her little tower came about, and how did she know the news. The trust had already been deeply rooted in her bone marrow.

As night fell, a low-key animal carriage appeared at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, and Feng Chen pulled Yu Qingqian into the carriage.

"My father is easy-going, so you don't have to worry." Feng Chen hugged Yu Qingqian and kissed her forehead.

Yu Qingqian wrapped her hands around Feng Chen's hair to play with, "I'm not worried, isn't there still you here?"

Feng Chen's heart moved, and he gently touched her lips, "Well, everything is mine."

After a cup of tea, the animal cart stopped at the gate of a courtyard, and Feng Chen pulled Yu Qingqian into it.

The courtyard looks inconspicuous from the outside, but the layout and furnishings inside are very elegant, with a kind of low-key luxury.

"This old servant has met His Royal Highness, Miss Yu." As soon as he entered the courtyard, a middle-aged man came over and saluted Feng Chen.

Feng Chen said lightly: "Where's the father?"

"Your Majesty is already waiting in the secret room. Please His Royal Highness and Miss Yu come with this old slave."

Seeing Feng Chen nodding his head, the middle-aged man led the two of them down a rockery in the garden, through several long corridors, and arrived at a secret room.

Yu Qingqian walked all the way and found that there were traps in the long corridor they passed through. If it wasn't for someone to guide them, no one with the cultivation of the Linghuang would be able to break through.

The middle-aged man knocked rhythmically on the door of the secret room.

After a while, the closed door opened automatically, and the middle-aged man made a gesture of invitation to Feng Chen and Yu Qingqian, and then retreated consciously.

Feng Chen led Yu Qingqian into the secret room, and the door closed spontaneously.

The secret room is inlaid with luminous pearls, the light is very good, and a refreshing fragrance lingers.

As soon as Yu Qingqian entered the secret room and looked up, he saw a man in black brocade clothes standing with his hands behind his back, as if admiring an ink painting hanging on the wall.