Jinglei saw that Jingyu was also engaged with a Hidden Guard, and his heart instantly chilled. He thought about the task his master had given him, to capture Feng Xuxu at all costs, ignoring everything else. He dodged a palm strike from Anhu and took the opportunity to break away. He hadn’t even reached Feng Xuxu when he was sent flying by a palm strike from the hidden Wan Hun, spewing fresh blood.

Seeing this, the group gathered together, exchanged glances, and quickly pulled out Mist Bombs from their bosoms and threw them on the ground. In an instant, a white fog rose up, and they seized the moment to vanish.

As Anhu took a step forward, Feng Xuxu stopped him, "Do not pursue the desperate."

"Yes, mistress," Anhu said, bowing respectfully to Feng Xuxu, then faded back into hiding.

Feng Xuxu raised her eyebrows, amused that they didn’t call her princess, but mistress instead, "Heh, interesting."

Watching everyone recede into hiding, she was about to turn back when she heard laughter approaching from afar.

"Little beauty, we meet again." The Demon Lord, wearing a silver mask, walked on air and landed on a nearby rooftop, looking down with glinting eyes at Feng Xuxu. He was truly growing more and more appreciative of her.

"Today is really lively. During broad daylight, even those hidden in rat holes dare to come out. It’s as if I’ve seen a ghost," she rolled her eyes upon seeing the Demon Lord. His mere presence nauseated her, an ambiguous creature that didn’t dare show its true face, leaving her to wonder what sort of monstrous face lurked behind the mask.

"Hahaha, rat hole? Beauty, aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?" he asked coolly, his lips curving beneath the mask, signaling his delight.

"What, did the rat hole insult you? Aren’t you the one who often appears in the middle of the night? What’s the difference between you and a rat, both are detestable creatures," she retorted, her gaze mocking as she looked up at the figure on the rooftop.

Narrowing his eyes, he felt the scorn and instantly, his malevolent aura leaked out; the veins on his hands bulged, his robe began to flutter without a breeze, rustling audibly. The silver mask shone brightly under the sun, his gaze now icy cold. For a moment, his murderous intent surged, filling the air with a dark deathly aura, startling the birds into flight, and even the vegetation seemed to wilt.

Baihe was shocked as she watched the confrontation between the princess and the Demon Lord. She felt as if someone was strangling her, unable to breathe.

Feng Xuxu also glared at the person on the rooftop, her eyes as cold as a knife’s edge. In that instant, her demeanor changed drastically, resembling an ancient, unmelting snowy ridge, a tremendous force that made one’s soul tremble, suddenly shooting from her piercingly cold eyes.

Silence—dead silence.

The Demon Lord suddenly laughed, not expecting such a significant change in her. He rose and drifted away, his voice fading from near to far, "Hahaha, my rat hole is missing a female rat. Beauty, you’re the perfect candidate. Wait for me, soon I will come to take you to my rat hole."

She glared at the disappearing Demon Lord, wishing she could tear apart that annoying mouth.

"Let’s return to the residence," she said curtly, her mood sour.

"Yes," Baihe followed behind the princess, barely daring to breathe, hoping the Prince hadn’t yet returned to the residence.

Angered, Feng Xuxu returned to the residence, her face stormy as she walked straight to the grand hall and forcefully pushed open the hall doors.

Mei Lenglei, who was guarding at the entrance, noticed the princess’s dark expression, and seeing Baihe behind her, who was also in a state of panic, he grew even more puzzled.

Dugu Chen, who was inside drinking tea, lifted his eyes at the sound of the doors opening and saw his dear wife, pouting with a frost-covered face.

"You’re back," he said.