Chapter 757 - 757: Marquis Yongye, Why Are You Looking at Me Like That?

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The other princes might not have any impression of it.

However, the first prince vaguely remembered that when he was young,

There was this one time when Gu Yihan brought him into the cold palace.

He stood outside a dilapidated house that looked unrecognizable.

Gu Yihan was stunned for a long time before asking, “Mother, were you wronged?”

However, at that time, the cold wind was howling and his mother had passed away a long time ago. No one could answer his doubts.

Only the snow that filled the sky covered this magnificent but cold deep palace.

Kongjue knew very well that karma was inseparable from everything in the world.

He heard that Prince Guang had wanted to sneak into the capital previously but was struck by lightning.

He pressed his palms together and chanted a Buddhist proclamation, “If one does bad things, even the heavens won’t be able to stand for it.”

The eighth prince lowered his head and kept fiddling with the small mechanism in his hand.

Suddenly, the squarish mechanism that was like a small wooden block suddenly let out a whoosh!

It shot out a small cold needle!

It was aimed at the garden.

However, Gu Nuo’er was still chasing butterflies back and forth in the garden.

At this moment, the corner of a black and cold robe drew an arc in the air.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Siming had already waved his sword and knocked away the small silver needle.

He also stood steadily in front of Gu Nuo’er.

The child had just pounced over, wanting to catch the butterfly.

Unexpectedly, Ye Siming suddenly appeared and scared the butterfly away!

However, Gu Nuo’er was still very happy to see Ye Siming.

She raised her fair and tender hands. “Elder Brother Siming, you’re back! Carry me!”

Ye Siming carried Gu Nuo’er in his arms with one hand.

The child sat on his shoulder with her small butt and hugged his head with her soft hands.

Gu Nuo’er smiled until her eyes curved. “I’m catching butterflies with my brothers.”

Ye Siming’s cold gaze was enough to kill, but he looked at the eighth prince in the pavilion.

At this moment, Gu Zilan felt a chill run down his spine.

He couldn’t help but stand up silently. “What… what’s wrong? Marquis Yongye, why are you looking at me like that?”

Gu Zixiao was a martial arts practitioner and had been on the battlefield for many years.

He naturally knew that the aura Ye Siming was emitting now carried a ruthlessness and killing intent.

Ye Siming asked coldly, “The princess is still playing here. How can the Eighth

Prince nonchalantly be fiddling with mechanisms here? What if she gets hurt?”

Gu Zilan scratched his head, feeling puzzled. “My mechanism is broken. I’m still repairing it!”

Ye Siming bent down and picked up the silver needle that he had shot down just now.

He questioned coldly, “It’s broken?”

Gu Zilan was shocked.

He quickly checked the small hole in the wooden block.

“The silver needle is really gone?! Why didn’t I see it?”

The first prince was also quite surprised.

He had been sitting beside Gu Zilan just now, but he didn’t notice such a fatal problem.

Fortunately, Ye Siming came in time. Otherwise, what if Nuo’er had really gotten injured by accident?!

The first prince immediately pulled a long face and lectured, “Eighth Brother, mechanisms are too dangerous. In the future, when Sister is present, you’re not allowed to play with them anymore!”

The eighth prince knew that he had done something wrong.

He lowered his head and muttered, “Alright, I didn’t do it on purpose. It’s all because Nuo’er said that she wanted a small mechanism so I wanted to make one for her.’

Ye Siming frowned. “I’ll be even more worried if she were to carry such a dangerous thing.”

Gu Nuo’er saw that if they continued to chat, Ye Siming probably wouldn’t let her eighth brother give her mechanisms!

She quickly turned Ye Siming’s head towards her.

She smiled sweetly and changed the topic in a soft voice.. “Elder Brother

Siming, you saw that Prince Guang, right? What did he look like? Was he bald?”