"Martial Emperor Chen, come out here!" Mo Su Yun, wearing an imperial robe and wielding a sword with murderous intent, charged over.,"It's getting late; my little dragonling is waiting for me at home for dinner. See you tomorrow," he said, then soared away in full view of everyone present, like a black eagle disappearing beyond the high palace walls.,Upon hearing this, Miss Qian was shocked. She suddenly turned around to look at Leng Junhan. The guilt on the face of the young man whose white clothes were stained with blood told her that it wasn’t someone sent by the Emperor who wanted to sow discord between them but rather something might have happened as such.。