She looked around the courtyard as if no one else was there, her eyes sweeping slowly over every corner, as if carefully checking for anything she might have missed. Her serious expression was nothing like that of a hostage about to be kidnapped.

  It wasn’t until her gaze fell on the gorgeous dress she was wearing that she suddenly raised her hand and patted her forehead, muttering a curse at her own carelessness. She then turned around and rushed back into the house to change clothes, her footsteps clattering.

  In just a moment, she walked out of the house—she had changed into a sexy and fiery tight-fitting outfit. The form-fitting fabric showed off her curvy figure perfectly, taking away the gaudiness from before and adding a touch of neatness and boldness.

  "How do I look?" She spun around in place, raised her eyebrows and looked at the two of them, her face full of pride, and her tone had a hint of showing off as if asking for praise.

  Qiu Fuchun’s mouth twitched violently, and he could no longer hold back the complaints in his heart, so he couldn’t help but speak: "Miss, we’re in the middle of a kidnapping, not a sightseeing trip! Are you sure... you know what kind of situation you’re in right now?"

  "You’re so long-winded! Let’s go, let’s go! Hurry up and leave!" The young lady waved her hand impatiently, stepped forward and grabbed Qiu Fuchun’s arm with considerable strength, her tone urgent, "Take me away! What are you standing around for? Stop dragging your feet!"

  With that, she lifted her legs and walked out of the boudoir without hesitation. The night was thick, and the bright silver moonlight poured all over the ground, coating the blue bricks of the courtyard and the flowers and trees in the corner with a soft glow, making the world extremely charming—yet it was completely out of place with this absurd kidnapping.

  She looked up at the full moon in the sky for a while, then suddenly sighed softly, her tone filled with an indescribable melancholy and expectation: "After waiting for so many years, I’ve finally waited for this day... You didn’t let me down after all."

  Qiu Fuchun and Han Jiuqiu stared at each other in shock, completely at a loss. They couldn’t understand what the young lady was talking about at all, let alone "letting her down." Even though their faces were covered with veils, they could clearly feel the embarrassment and confusion in each other’s eyes.

  "Let’s go! Come on! Take me away!" The young lady urged again, suddenly as if remembering something, she frowned and asked with a look of disgust: "Don’t tell me you can’t fly? Could it be that you want me to walk out of the city with you? That would be too troublesome!"

  Enough was enough!

  Qiu Fuchun and Han Jiuqiu looked at each other, and both saw helplessness and impatience in each other’s eyes. At this point, they didn’t care about maintaining the posture of kidnappers anymore—they just wanted to take this "ancestor" away first.

  The two made a move at the same time, each holding one of the young lady’s arms, mobilizing their spiritual power to wrap around her and leap into the air. Their figures were like two black shadows, and they disappeared into the vast night after a few jumps.

  "What amazing skills!"

  Trapped between the two kidnappers, the young lady didn’t feel the slightest bit of fear. On the contrary, she shouted excitedly, just like a little girl riding a roller coaster. Her clear cries cut through the quiet night, adding a touch of absurd fun to this dirty and corrupt night.

  That night, the peace of Pisha City was completely broken. How many sinful deeds were quietly breeding in the dark? How many nights of romance were disturbed by this absurd kidnapping?

  And just as Qiu Fuchun was carrying out his first kidnapping and being tormented by the weird young lady, thousands of miles away, near Yiyun Palace, Princess Jiuyou was ushering in her first real battle against the enemy.

  Xiaobai and Miss Jiu stood by her side, not taking the initiative to make a move. They only reminded her in a low voice, gave her advice, and taught her how to deal with the siege in front of her.

  But facing the encirclement of hundreds of enemies in front of her, Jiuyou couldn’t help but feel her heart race—she had been raised in comfort since she was a child, playful and active, but she had never faced so many ferocious enemies at once.

  "You two watch carefully!" Jiuyou clenched her fists, her voice had a hint of imperceptible nervousness, but also a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat.

  Xiaobai and Miss Jiu looked at each other, their faces full of confusion, not knowing what to make of it.

  Miss Jiu couldn’t help muttering softly: "What does she mean by ‘watch carefully’? Watch her show off her skills? She’s so arrogant!"

  "No." Jiuyou frowned, her serious expression was actually a little cute, and she said firmly: "Watch carefully—don’t let anyone escape. Kill them all—cut off the trouble at the source!"

  Xiaobai behind her instantly became excited, his whole body surging with the desire to fight, and he almost rushed out to help, but was quickly held down by Xiaofei.

  At the moment, the first thing Jiuyou needed to solve was the Immortality-Tying Rope on her body.

  She looked down at herself—her whole body was tightly bound by a golden rope, like a zongzi (glutinous rice dumpling). Looking at her side again, the Colorful Feathered Red-Crowned Phoenix was also tied tightly, losing its usual agility and looking extremely embarrassed.

  "Who tied my Miss Jiu!" Jiuyou flew into a rage, her roar shaking the leaves around her rustling, and her eyes were full of anger.

  "Hahaha, we tied her up—what can you do about it?" Someone among the besiegers laughed loudly, his tone arrogant, "Don’t cry! Crying is useless. Surrender obediently, and you can suffer less!"

  They had long heard that Princess Jiuyou was playful and had not learned any powerful magic. But they didn’t know that Yiyun Palace had a heritage of ten thousand years, with profound accumulation—how could it be something they could look down on?

  Jiuyou didn’t bother to talk nonsense with them; she was only focused on breaking the Immortality-Tying Rope on her body and rescuing Miss Jiu.

  In this critical moment, she suddenly remembered the Sacrifice Technique from her sect—this was originally an active defense skill. When activated in close combat, a faint flame would ignite on her body, which could not only continuously burn the enemy but also absorb the enemy’s blood to replenish herself.

  The clever Jiuyou had a sudden idea at this moment, pouring all the spiritual power of the Sacrifice Technique into the Immortality-Tying Rope in one go.

  The owner of the other end of the Immortality-Tying Rope was stroking the rope triumphantly, waiting eagerly for Jiuyou to exhaust her strength and surrender, so that he could kidnap her and keep her for himself.

  Unexpectedly, a scorching flame suddenly rushed along the rope, like pouring oil on fire, burning his fingertips in the blink of an eye.

  He couldn’t bear to let go—the Immortality-Tying Rope was a rare treasure; how could he give it up easily!

  But the flame quickly poured into his whole body along his fingertips. In an instant, a pain like ten thousand insects gnawing at his heart swept over him, making him unbearable.

  He wanted to let go and escape, but found a huge suction coming from the other end of the rope, holding him tightly and making him unable to move.

  Then, he was horrified to find that his body was slowly deforming and shriveling—his flesh and spiritual energy were being continuously sucked away by the Immortality-Tying Rope, flowing towards Jiuyou’s direction.