When Huo Lin heard this, he did not react at all. He just played with the folding fan in his hand, his expression indifferent, showing no signs of joy or anger.

Upon seeing this, Liu Yun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and whispered, "My lord, it would be best for you to go back with the old servant."

"How worried is Liu Gonggong?" Huo Lin finally spoke, pushing the snack of melon seeds towards where Liu Yun was standing.

"Why not sit down first and enjoy a play with me, and have a good laugh?"

"Ah, my Lord Six, you nearly kill this old servant..."

Liu Yun quickly knelt down and pleaded desperately, "If you don't go back one more time, the Emperor... the Emperor might overturn the entire palace..."

"Is that so?" Huo Lin glanced at him and then revealed a playful smile. "Well then, let him make a move."

After hearing this, Liu Yun could only lament in his heart that the Sixth Prince had truly been spoiled by the Empress Dowager.

For so many years, this person didn't take anyone or anything seriously. They haven't even attended morning court sessions a few times. They constantly wandered around the streets filled with fireworks and willows, enjoying themselves to their heart's content. Even the current emperor couldn't restrain this charming and indulgent prince. It is only hoped that he doesn't cause any trouble.

Just as Liu Yun was unsure how to respond, Huo Lin spoke up and asked, "What does Father Emperor want with me?"

Liu Yun immediately showed a fawning smile and said, "Yes... it's still about the young master of the Ming Prefecture."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Lin fiercely flipped the table.

"Get lost, you imbecile!"

Liu Yun was so scared that he trembled uncontrollably, quickly kneeling down and saying, "My lord, please forgive me... please forgive me..."

He kowtowed repeatedly, fearing that in the next moment, this hard-to-please master would order someone to drag him out and beat him to death with a club.

Huoling's actions caused a great disturbance, startling the onlookers around. However, when they saw the guards in yellow clothes, no one dared to make a sound.

Roaming the alleys of the imperial city, everyone knows that this sixth prince is a man of intense passion. Not only does he enjoy himself effortlessly at the Southern Wind Pavilion, even the most merciless and stoic Madame Lou, the owner of the Ping Yue Pavilion, kneels before his feet, completely smitten.

It is said that initially, the owner of this building completely ignored the Sixth Prince. However, the Sixth Prince issued a statement, claiming that within half a month, he would definitely handle the matter and personally pay a visit to him.

And before half a month had passed, the owner of Lou Ling Lou (restaurant) was already obedient and attentive to the Sixth Prince, staying by his side constantly, which shows how remarkable his methods are.

Even though he had a beautiful woman in his arms and it was a time for joy, Huo Lin's mood was not very good.

At this moment, he looked down from a high position at Liu Yun, who was kneeling on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "Go back and tell the Emperor, let me marry into the General's residence and be with that fool. Don't even think about it...! Get out of my sight quickly, far away."

He was so angry that he fiercely kicked Liu Yun's left shoulder.

Liu Yun was knocked backward by him, staggering, and begged for mercy repeatedly.

"Prince, please spare this servant's life. The Emperor has given orders: if you are not brought back today, all of us servants will lose our heads!"

He hung in a sobbing tone, making Huo Lin both annoyed and disgusted.

As the people around who were familiar with the Sixth Prince saw the situation, they began to discuss it quietly.

"Did you hear? Lord Huo is getting married, and to the General's Manor no less..."

"General's residence?"

Someone raised their head in confusion and said, "In the General's residence... Isn't there only a foolish young master who is as silly as a five-year-old?"

"Ha, why is this happening? How could the emperor issue such an edict?"

Upon hearing the whispering of others, Huo Lin became furious and shouted at them angrily, "Silence, all of you!"

Seeing this, the few individuals immediately lowered their heads and knelt down, not daring to utter another word.

Seeing this, Huo Lin's anger did not dissipate in the slightest. On the contrary, his complexion grew even darker, like the bottom of a pot.

At present, Lin Country is dominated by a masculine trend. However, when his absurd marriage matter was brought up by others in broad daylight for gossip, he naturally became even more enraged.

Looking back, when he saw the obedient Liu Yun with lowered eyes, Huo Lin became even more angry and began to scold, "What are you still standing there for? Get the hell out of here!"

After saying that, he stomped on the opponent's feet again before sitting down between the mahogany stools.

At this moment, a slightly chubby middle-aged man walked up the stairs with an anxious expression on his face.

"Huo Ye..."

Before this person could speak, Huo Lin picked up his teacup and said in a low voice, "Manager Lv, bring the little performer out and let them sing a couple of songs for me."

He said, his deep eyes scanning the kneeling crowd, "The master is in a bad mood. Quickly let him out to ease my boredom."

The "xiaoling" he mentioned refers to a performer from the Hongjiaolou Theater at Pingle Mansion, who is also one of the owners here.

Upon hearing these words, the middle-aged man's face remained panicked, and he exclaimed, "Lord Huo, it seems the boss of the building won't be able to carry on with his business..."

"How come it can't be sung anymore?" Huo Lin asked, suppressing his anger.

"The shop owner... was just... taken away by the officials... they said they are going to... escort him to the dungeon."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "bang" sound. When he looked up, he saw that Huo Lin had actually crushed the teacup with his bare hands. His right hand was cut by the shards, and blood was dripping out.

"Hey, my little ancestor... How could you treat yourself like this..."

Liu Yun saw his hand instantly turn into a bloody mess, and immediately let out a howl of pain.

Huolin ignored him and coldly asked Lao Ban Lv, "When did this happen?"

"It's been... It's been a while..."

Lǚ lǎobǎn dared not meet the icy gaze of the man and stammered, "If we were to chase after him now, there's a chance... we might still be able to catch up with him..."

As if reminded by his words, Huo Lin dropped his folding fan and swiftly went around Liu Yun in front of him, rushing towards the outside of the building.

Liu Yun knelt on the ground for a while before realizing that Huo Lin was really going to chase after him. He hurriedly followed behind, shouting, "My Lord...! My Lord! You cannot do this...! Your hands are injured, how can you chase after him in this icy and snowy weather...!"

As he spoke, he angrily shouted at the guard beside him, "Hurry up and keep up with me...!"

"Yes... Yes!" The guards immediately rushed downstairs to intercept, but Huo Lin had already reached the front of the horse.

The small guard standing beside the horse saw his blood-stained hand, filled with astonishment and didn't know what to do. He instinctively spoke up to stop him: "My lord... you must not go...!"

With a swift kick, Huo Lin sent him flying and quickly mounted his horse. He grabbed the horse whip and hurriedly headed towards the direction of the celestial prison.

After Liu Yun slowly descended the stairs, he caught sight of the figure disappearing in a flash, leaving him both astonished and frightened. He murmured to himself, "What should I do now..."

Staring at the specks of blood left by Huo Lin on the snowy ground, he finally snapped back to reality and shouted in a shrill voice, "Quick... help our family onto the horse!"

Let Doctor Wen wait in the Dongcui Palace. Just say that the Sixth Prince is injured and prepare more medicinal herbs...!

"Yes!" The guard quickly helped him onto the horse and they chased after Huo Lin's disappearing figure together.

Huolin's wound in the palm of his hand was still bleeding, but he tightly held onto the reins, disregarding the cold wind that felt like a knife against his face. He only focused on what lay ahead, without daring to relax even the slightest bit.

The sound of hooves thundered as they galloped, crossing through the vast expanse of pure white snow. They chased after the unfamiliar streets and alleys, finally catching sight of a group of people ahead. They were escorting a prison carriage, heading towards the dungeon.

And inside the prisoner car, was his most beloved Lou Ling.