When Yan Zhao returned to the South Courtyard, A Si was holding a sword in his hand.
In the sunlight, the sword exuded a cold and glinting light.
It was precisely the Dragon-Slaying Sword that Chu Nian'an had found in the private treasury of Fang Mountain during the hunting event.
But...
Yan Zhao clearly remembered that both the Dragon-Slaying Sword and Wanwan had gone missing simultaneously yesterday.
Could it be?!
Yan Zhao's pupils constricted sharply. "Has the Princess Consort returned?"
A Si scratched his head. "No."
So it wasn't that Wanwan had come back.
"Just now, an old man brought the Dragon-Slaying Sword. He said that since the sword was obtained rightfully, the owner should make good use of it."
A Si remembered that the old man had a copper gong and a small pestle in his hand. He really looked like the most common night watchman in the capital.
However, no matter how hard A Si thought, he just couldn't recall what the old man's face looked like.
He only hazily guessed that he must have had an extremely ordinary appearance.
On the side, A San was also lost in confusion when trying to recall the old man's appearance.
"It's strange. I can't remember what the old man looked like either!"
A night watchman?
Yan Zhao narrowed his eyes and scanned the surroundings, but he didn't see the old man's figure.
"What else did he say?"
"The old man also said that if the Princess Consort comes back, just tell her that those who are destined will surely meet!"
In the sunlight, the Dragon-Slaying Sword still emitted a cold aura, but different from the violent and eerie coldness of yesterday, it was only cold but not terrifying.
It was as if...
The sword's intent had been sealed!
Yan Zhao drew out the Dragon-Slaying Sword. His pupils reflected the sword's body, and there was still a faint whirlpool of blood hidden within.
"What's the use of the Dragon-Slaying Sword with its sword's intent sealed?"
He caressed the sword and murmured, then sneered in disgust the next moment.
"My Lord?"
A San was the first to notice something amiss. He vaguely felt that Yan Zhao's aura had changed.
As a subordinate, A San didn't dare to look at Yan Zhao closely.
He just swallowed his saliva and hesitantly asked.
Yan Zhao seemed not to hear. He sheathed the Dragon-Slaying Sword and threw it into A San's arms. "Keep it with you for now."
Without the sword's intent, Wanwan should no longer be interested in the Dragon-Slaying Sword.
A San had always loved swords, but now that the Dragon-Slaying Sword was in his arms, he didn't feel any joy at all.
He even felt a bit resistant.
But given Yan Zhao's current state, he didn't dare to be as witty as he usually was.
"Yes!"
"You two can leave now."
Yan Zhao dismissed A San and A Si expressionlessly and then returned to the room alone.
The whirlpool of blood appeared again in the depths of his eyes, as if magnifying his emotions and longing.
He gently stroked the brocade quilt with his fingers, closed his eyes, and greedily inhaled. "Wanwan, come back soon."
If only...
He wished he could break your wings and keep you by his side...
His long eyelashes trembled. Yan Zhao let out a long breath and covered his chest. He felt as if he had just had a nightmare!
In the nightmare, he had truly become the fearsome fiend that everyone in the capital was afraid of!
He had broken Ning Yuwan's limbs and locked her by his side.
But clearly, Yan Zhao cherished Ning Yuwan the most. He would never and could never hurt her.
The copper dressing mirror on one side reflected Yan Zhao in full.
Including the faint black aura lingering behind him, which was eerie and sinister.
"Wanwan..."
Yan Zhao looked at his trembling hands, feeling a sudden chill in his heart. He was even scared of himself in the nightmare.
What was wrong with him?
Was it the words of the national master that had affected his state of mind and caused him to have such a terrifying dream?
"Ziyan?"
A delicate and soft hand landed on Yan Zhao's hand. Ning Yuwan had returned to Fang Mountain safely.
But when she entered the South Courtyard, she strangely didn't see many subordinates.
When she entered the room, she saw Yan Zhao covered in cold sweat and trembling.
She carefully wiped the cold sweat from Yan Zhao's forehead with a silk handkerchief. "What's wrong?"
Yan Zhao grasped Ning Yuwan's hand tightly with all his strength. "Wanwan, don't leave me!"
Ning Yuwan smiled sweetly. She carefully wrapped her arms around Yan Zhao's neck. Her fingers were unexpectedly cold. "Of course. I will never leave the Prince Consort."
"Wanwan."
Yan Zhao whispered her name, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck.
It turned out that Ning Yuwan's nails had become long and blood-red, digging deeply into his flesh.
Yan Zhao's eyes were filled with sorrow. "Why?"
"Because... I'm a thousand-year-old demon!"
The "Ning Yuwan" grinned charmingly, and her voice was extremely seductive. "If the Prince Consort can't bear to part with me, then let's become one."
What she meant by "becoming one" was to eat Yan Zhao.
After saying that, the "Ning Yuwan" opened her blood-red mouth wide and suddenly swallowed Yan Zhao!
"Wanwan, it hurts so much!"
It was another dream!
But this time, Yan Zhao couldn't wake up at all. He murmured on the bed with his eyes closed, his brows knitted in pain.
"How long has the Prince Consort been asleep?"
As soon as Ning Yuwan entered the room, she felt that the atmosphere was strange.
Her golden dragon eyes even saw a thick aura of malevolence.
Just then, A San was wandering in front of the door. According to him, he had felt that something was wrong with the Prince Consort, so he had returned to ask a few more questions.
But he had heard Yan Zhao's painful murmurs from inside the room.
However, A San couldn't enter the room. It was as if he had encountered a ghost wall.
"About an incense stick's worth of time."
Ning Yuwan's eyes were filled with worry. Seeing Yan Zhao's pale face, it was obvious that he was having trouble getting out of the nightmare.
She had used all her spiritual power to treat the injuries of her main body, and now it was completely depleted. She simply couldn't drive away the nightmare that was controlling Yan Zhao.
Ning Yuwan lowered her eyes and thought carefully. Finally, she made up her mind. She bit her lip, and the dragon's blood instantly wet the corner of her mouth. Then she leaned over and kissed the corner of Yan Zhao's lips.
Yan Zhao's thin lips were slightly cold, but the dragon's blood was scorching hot.
As soon as it entered his mouth, it was like a ball of fire, flowing down his throat and gradually warming his whole body.
The paleness gradually faded, replaced by a healthy flush.
The "Ning Yuwan" in the dream suddenly felt extremely hot all over and let out a scream before disappearing into thin air.
Yan Zhao finally woke up from the nightmare.
"Ziyan, are you feeling better?"
It was the same voice as in the dream, but the Ning Yuwan in front of him had soft and warm fingers.
"Wanwan?"
Yan Zhao covered his aching head. "I seem to have been trapped in a nightmare."
"It's okay now."
Ning Yuwan didn't ask what had happened in the dream. She quietly hid the dragon scale that she had just taken from Yan Zhao. It was already covered in black dust and could no longer protect Yan Zhao.
First, the Dragon-Slaying Sword, then the dragon scale that protected the heart, and finally, Yan Zhao was trapped in a nightmare.
Ning Yuwan pursed her lips slightly. Someone was spying in the dark!
She shouldn't have just enjoyed the peace and ignored the memories of the past thousand years.
Only by catching the person in the dark could she spend the rest of her life with Yan Zhao!
"From now on, as long as I'm by the Prince Consort's side, he will never be trapped in a nightmare again."
Yan Zhao lowered his eyes. A hot and sweet taste welled up in his throat, the same taste as when he had accidentally drunk the love potion.
Back then and now, only Ning Yuwan had been by his side.
It could only be her who had protected him!
A smile gradually appeared on his face. "Then my wife must protect me well!"
In his heart, he silently vowed that no matter whether Wanwan was a thousand-year-old demon or not, he was willing to spend his whole life protecting and accompanying her. He would never regret it!
No matter how many difficulties they would encounter in the future, he would stand by Ning Yuwan's side for all eternity!
He would go through everything with her!