[Enchanting Allure] (Complete) Author: Silver Peach Blossom

Chapter 1:

Xiao Kingdom, an island nation that has existed in secret for hundreds of years. Legend has it that no outsiders can come
here, and no one can interfere with its historical process. It can be considered a paradise in the real sense.
Whether it was the Xia, Shang, Wei, Jin, Sui, Tang, Song, or Ming dynasties in the distant Han Chinese territory, it never affected its subordination. To
the people of Xiao Kingdom, King Xiao is the eternal emperor—the master of life and death of all the people.

Therefore, the people here have given their king the most noble surname:

God.

Chapter 2:

"Hahahahahaha—" Behind layers of curtains was a luxurious palace that was almost bewitching.
There were no doors, nor superfluous walls. Everything was
distinguished . Colorful and bizarre, it was as if one had entered a labyrinth created by curtains. There were no people, no paths,
yet it seemed that everything was a path, and there were voices everywhere. The wild laughter of men, the lewd moans of women, and
the endless sounds of playful laughter. Amidst the clinking of cups and the sounds of zithers and pipa, a lively and bustling atmosphere filled the air.

This was the palace of King Xiao, the place where he indulged in pleasure. It was also his most cherished bedchamber.

Golden carvings, mahogany beds, and carpets woven with intricate patterns. Fresh flowers, a square
bathtub embedded in the floor, and a strangely alluring fragrance.

On a large, soft bed large enough to accommodate more than ten people, a man in a black velvet robe embroidered with gold thread embraced
a half-naked woman, indulging in this decadent and sensual scene. He possessed captivatingly long,
narrow phoenix eyes, a perfectly straight nose, and thin, unyielding lips that conveyed a kingly majesty and aloofness. His
alluring bronze skin and strong, well-defined physique proclaimed to everyone who saw him that
he was the most magnificent man in the entire Xiao Kingdom, and an absolute monarch.

"You tell me, what do you mean by 'god'?" A lazy yet wicked deep voice
whispered , its faint whispers like a mosquito's buzz, yet each word pierced her heartstrings, like a sharp knife pressed against her delicate throat,
causing her to tremble slightly.

"Hmm?" The man's black hair cascaded over his shoulders, adding to his untamed wildness. His large, calloused hands,
calloused from years of martial arts training, caressed the woman's body, deliberately lingering on her sensitive waist and abdomen, all for
the answer he wanted to hear.

"Your Majesty... please don't... this servant doesn't know," the woman gasped softly, his rough fingertips already
secretly probing between her legs, gently kneading the most sensitive pearl between her lips.

"Don't know?" The Prince narrowed his dark eyes, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Do you not know, or are you unwilling to speak? You can't even answer such a
simple question; what use are you to me?" With that, he mercilessly extended his long middle finger and
plunged it hard into the woman's opening. Before she could adjust, he cruelly began thrusting in and out, deliberately
teasing her most sensitive spot with each entry. This caused the woman to moan incessantly.

"Ah... Your Majesty, don't do this to Qing'er! I'll talk, I'll talk! It's because you are the only and most noble
king of Xiao Kingdom! God is the royal family's surname!" The woman couldn't bear the man's madness, yet she couldn't help but sway her hips back and forth with pleasure
as he thrust.

"Oh—I see." King Xiao feigned sudden realization, "But unfortunately,
don't you remember that I took the throne of King Xiao by killing the original descendant of the God family?"

He suddenly withdrew his middle finger, disgustedly placing Qing'er's still passionate body aside. He then
slowly leaned back on the soft pillow, staring intently at the woman before him, looking thoughtful.

"Your Majesty, please don't say that..." Qing'er disregarded her physical needs and immediately knelt down. With a trembling voice, she said,
"Qing'er is merely your maidservant; my heart belongs entirely to the King. Qing'er knows nothing of state affairs, only how to serve His Majesty!"

Looking at the beautiful, tearful girl before him, Mo Yefeng began to scrutinize this so-called maidservant. It had been three years since
he, a foreigner, had accidentally discovered this place called Xiao Kingdom during his voyage, and coincidentally, the then-
King of Xiao was a sickly, powerless man. As the son of a general from another country,
seizing this land and deposing that useless man would have been an easy task.

Originally, he hadn't harbored such ambitions, but on his twenty-second birthday, he finally learned the truth that
he was the Emperor's illegitimate son, a devastating blow to his heart.

If his mother hadn't been a courtesan, she would have long ago entered the palace as the Empress. And with his
literary and military talents, the throne should rightfully belong to him, instead of being cruelly abandoned by his cowardly father to his
general, becoming the general's son.

He refused to accept this!

Just then, his biological father offered him compensation. He didn't care for titles like prince
or general ; if he were to be anything, he'd be a king!

However, if he couldn't be the emperor of his own country, so be it. Borrowing troops, conquering the Xiao Kingdom did
n't take much effort. The Xiao king was incompetent, and the people were accustomed to a peaceful, self-sufficient life. No one knew anything about
warfare , and the Xiao Kingdom didn't even have its own army. Because of this island, it was almost completely isolated from the world.

Perhaps this was a good way to escape the complicated history of his past.

But after killing the last king of the Shen family, would the people truly submit to him? He had been
pondering this question, and his summoning of Qing'er to his bedchamber today was also a test.

In the past three years, he hadn't just been indulging in drinking, revelry, and women. He had built an army, trained
soldiers as brave and skilled as the country's name suggested, and established twelve invincible elite guards to gather
intelligence and assassinate politicians from other countries. He wasn't as foolish as the Shen family, thinking he could hide here and be safe as long as he didn't
invade others. This place was thriving, rich in resources. The women were mostly beautiful, and even the men were physically
stronger than those in other countries.

Under these circumstances, he was the first to covet and seize Xiao Kingdom, which meant there
would be a second.

They could never be too cautious.

However, if these people wanted to rebel… that would likely be another hidden danger.

Chapter 3

"Qing'er, are you afraid of me?" He reached out his hand to her, his eyes suddenly becoming incredibly gentle.
This led Qing'er to mistakenly believe that even the ruthless demon king possessed divine radiance.

"Your Majesty, Qing'er is not afraid of you," Qing'er forced a smile to prove she
posed no threat to the demon lord.

"Your Majesty, please don't mind. The people's titles are merely custom; for hundreds of years, whoever has been our king, we have
called him a god. It is precisely because we completely submit to Your Majesty that we call you a god; there is no intention of offense."
Seeing that the gentleness on Mo Yefeng's face hadn't faded, Qing'er mustered her courage and continued.

"Is that so?" Mo Yefeng pondered for a moment, then chuckled and waved his hand dismissively. "Fine, Qing'er." At this moment,
his hawk-like black eyes began to flash with ill intent. "I ask you, is there anything you
would do for me?"

"Yes, Qing'er is willing to do anything. Even if Your Majesty were to ask for my life, I would
not hesitate !" The woman's brows furrowed tightly; uttering such a vow required courage—especially for
a maidservant.

"Very well—" Mo Yefeng laughed even more heartily, "Then if I were to order you and my personal guard
to make love in front of me, would you be willing?"

What!

Hearing such an evil command, Qing'er's beautiful face instantly turned deathly pale.

She pressed a slender, boneless hand to her chest, large tears almost streaming down her cheeks. Mo
Yefeng didn't miss a single expression on her face, watching her go from painful struggle to resolute determination. Finally,
her cherry-blossom-like red lips trembled as she uttered these words as an answer, "Qing'er's life is yours, and Qing'er
's body is at your disposal."

As if he had never known her before, Mo Yefeng carefully examined the disheveled woman before him. Her
fair skin seemed as if it could be squeezed to release water, her full red lips, her watery eyes, and her long, black hair.
It seemed that all beautiful women should be like this, plus a full bust and a pert bottom.

But, inexplicably, it was precisely because of this ordinariness of beauty that it became all the more tiresome. She was
right, so—clap clap—a crisp sound rang out from his hands, and the dark blue curtain closest to him
was instantly lifted, revealing a swordsman wearing a mask who swiftly appeared before Mo Yefeng. Kneeling on one knee,
he spoke in a low, emotionless voice, "Your Majesty, what has happened?"

"Mu Jue, have you married?" Mo Yefeng asked, unexpectedly, a completely unrelated question.

"Not yet." The simple two words revealed the speaker's indifference. As Mo Yefeng's first personal
guard , Mu Jue was a cool, self-controlled, and taciturn swordsman.

"Then I ask you, are you truly loyal to me?" His dark eyes stared intently at him, his words exuding
regal authority.

"Absolutely no disloyalty." Mu Jue still didn't glance at the two before him. As a guard, he was to
ignore his master's private affairs. His only responsibility was to protect the safety of the Prince.

"So, you'd do anything I ask?" The trap was set, and seeing Mu Jue jumping step by
step , Mo Yefeng suddenly felt a surge of mischief.

He casually tied his long hair back with a black silk ribbon, smiled, and retreated to a nearby recliner, gesturing for Qing'er
to get off the bed and kneel with Mu Jue on the soft carpet.

Noticing the woman beside him, and the fragrant scent emanating from her, Mu Jue frowned.

He knew that all the women who entered the Xiao King's palace were women who served Mo Yefeng, and thus felt a bit
wary.

But he still said, "I'm willing."

"Very well!" The Xiao King lazily propped his head up with one arm, turning to look at the place where the two were kneeling
.

"I want you to make love with this woman on the carpet for me to see, how about it?"

"Your Majesty!" Mu Jue abruptly raised his head, only to meet Mo Yefeng's smiling yet cold eyes. Clearly,
the Xiao King wasn't joking. More likely, this was a test.

Mu Jue clenched his teeth tightly, yet he still managed to control his emotions, saying, "Yes, Your subordinate obeys."

"Come on! Go wild! Let's begin!" Like a child anticipating a circus, Mo Yefeng laughed as
he gave the order.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mu Jue removed his mask, revealing a handsome face to Qing'er
. While not as dashing as Mo Yefeng, it was still a strikingly masculine face.

He quickly removed his clothes, and soon, a strong, muscular man's body was presented before Qing'er.

Chapter 4

"You…" Before she could utter a complete sentence, Qing'er was fiercely kissed by this
masculine stranger.

"Don't make a sound, don't resist. If you want to live," Mu Jue whispered, his voice low enough for only the two of them to hear
, his lips barely touching Qing'er's.

"Mmm…" Mu Jue swallowed all of Qing'er's grievances, embracing the soft female body in his arms. With a
ruthless heart , he laid her down on the carpet, pressing his own body against hers.

"Ah...no...don't do this..." Qing'er felt a pair of cold, rough hands effortlessly
tearing away the remaining pieces of her clothing. The beautiful silks and satins instantly turned to shreds,
slipping . The ear-piercing sound of tearing fabric echoed in the air; she felt like prey, placed on a chopping block
, at his mercy.

The woman's high, soft breasts were gripped tightly, the pink nipples peeking out from Mu Jue's fingers,
already hardening without her realizing it. Like two beautifully colored fruits waiting to be tasted. Mu Jue's heart stirred. Although as
a swordsman , he had almost nothing to do except practice his sword and protect his master, he was, after all, a normal man.
Moreover, due to years of martial arts training, his body had been trained to be extremely strong and powerful. And,
his fiery groin could be considered a natural endowment.

At this moment, the desire within him was also awakened without reservation. His hot, hard penis
was already erect, ready to thrust in at any moment. His wet, hot tongue kissed Qing'er's ear,
licking back and forth in the groove. The man's hot breath sprayed on her face, making her involuntarily feel a sense of pleasure from being conquered.

"Mmm..." Qing'er stretched out her slender arms and hugged the man pressing down on her. Her jade-like legs involuntarily
opened, beckoning for the man's further actions. Mu Jue licked and kissed the woman's cheeks beneath him, his thick
tongue sweeping across them, occasionally lingering briefly on her lips.

He kissed his way down her neck, chest, and soft breasts. Suddenly, he brought his face close to one of
her nipples , erotically rolling it into his mouth with his tongue, sucking hard, and circling his tongue around the areola.

Qing'er tilted her head back and moaned, "So good, keep going..." and arched her chest, bringing herself even closer to
the man 's lips.

Seeing Qing'er's aroused state, and remembering that the Prince Xiao was watching, Mu Jue's lust burned
even more fiercely. He buried his face in the woman's breasts, licking and sucking incessantly, making smacking sounds. He
didn't spare the other hand either , kneading Qing'er's breasts forcefully and wantonly, squeezing them into irregular
shapes with his fingertips.

"Ah!" With Qing'er's moan, he wickedly pinched and twisted her nipples with his thumb and forefinger,
making them even firmer in his grasp. Soon, the woman's breasts were covered with red marks
and messy finger marks from his caresses. Her nipples, having been treated erotically by him in turn, were covered with his saliva, wet
and shiny extremely tempting.

Qing'er could hardly withstand Mu Jue's passion; he even knew how to soothe her needs better than the king. Seeing
the man's taut muscles pressing against her skin, it seemed his head was about to bury between her
legs ... But, but, Qing'er turned her head away, struggling internally. He was still a stranger! Was
she really going to let a stranger enter her body and do whatever he wanted to her?!

"Ah! There!" Before she could think it through, Mu Jue had already parted the petals between Qing'er's legs. A glistening
liquid dripped down the pink slit, indicating that the woman was already aroused. The man's fingertips found
the clitoris hidden among the petals, rubbing it back and forth with a light touch, eliciting soft moans from Qing'er.

"Ah... um... continue..." Qing'er spread her legs wider, welcoming the man's intrusion. On one hand,
she felt ashamed, on the other hand, she couldn't bear the pleasure brought by Mu Jue.

"Do you want me to lick this?" Mu Jue finally broke the silence, one finger already finding Qing'er's
vulva , pressing and rubbing around it, but refusing to penetrate. The other finger did not give up
stimulating the clitoris, even speeding up the rubbing.

"Ugh!!" Qing'er cried out in pain, "Yes, lick me! Lick me!"

Mu Jue chuckled, lowered his head, and stretched out his tongue, licking Qing'er's entire vulva back and forth,
before penetrating deeply into the woman's vulva. He mimicked the rhythm of male-female intercourse, repeatedly
thrusting his tongue in and out of Qing'er's body. His fingers, which had been rubbing her clitoris, began to knead and rub with unusual excitement.

"Oh...ah...ah...um..." Qing'er couldn't help but shake her head, gripping
the carpet to release her unbearable desire.

"Come on! Insert me! Insert it, please..." She finally couldn't hold back any longer, her small hands grasping Mu Jue's head,
drawing his body to press against hers again. His strong, powerful muscles burned against her skin, his
chest rubbing against her breasts, causing both of them to groan simultaneously.

"Please, fuck me! Harder!" Qing'er cried passionately to Mu Jue, wanting only to be
deeply possessed by this man, even if it meant being ravaged.

"Okay, here you go." Mu Jue pressed his hard, huge, hot iron against Qing'er's entrance, one hand guiding his penis
as he began to enter. His other hand spread her legs wider.

"Mmm, so big..." The pleasure of being penetrated made Qing'er let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm going to fuck you!" he gasped, his hips throbbing as if electrified,
thrusting forcefully into Qing'er's soft, wet opening.

"Ah! Ah!" Qing'er felt a hot rod moving in and out of her body, the itch all over her body
seemingly aroused by this one spot between her legs.

The rapid thrusting churned out erotic fluids, Mu Jue was tightly enveloped, making him almost roar with pleasure,
"Oh...oh...you're so tight, it feels so good."

He didn't have many women, so he wasn't gentle, only knowing how to attack and thrust wildly. The woman beneath him was
almost thrown off by his force. Her full breasts bounced up and down with their movements.

He couldn't help but reach out and grab the swaying breasts in front of him, kneading them with the rhythm of his thrusts.

Qing'er, being violated so roughly by Mu Jue, felt something inside her about to explode. She
didn't even have the strength to moan, only able to helplessly respond to his possession.

"Ah!!" With Mu Jue's final, deep thrust, a torrent of hot fluid surged into Qing'er's core. Mu Jue
, his narrow hips trembling, made a final, small, rapid withdrawal, ejaculating his passionate essence into Qing'er's vagina.
At the same time , Qing'er also reached her climax in a daze, her vagina contracting and sucking at the man's penis inside her.

"Not bad." Just as the two of them, exhausted, embraced each other and collapsed to the ground to rest,

Mo Yefeng's voice rang out, neither cold nor warm.

"Your Majesty." Mu Jue withdrew his limp desire from Qing'er's body, reverting to his expressionless swordsman persona, and
knelt respectfully at the feet of the King, awaiting his orders.

"I think you two get along quite well," Mo Yefeng smiled suavely, seemingly in a good mood, "and I can also
see that you are both loyal to me, willing to do anything."

"This subordinate dares not have any disloyalty," Mu Jue said firmly, but his eyes secretly glanced at the now powerless Qing'er.

His subtle movement was quickly noticed by Mo Yefeng, who then chuckled, "Since you've already consummated
your marriage , I'll bestow Qing'er upon you. Given that she was once my maidservant and is not a virgin
, you can make her do whatever you want with her; that's your business."

"What do you say?" Mo Yefeng asked, a half-smile playing with his fingers as he fiddled with his clothes.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Alright, take her back. I'm going to sleep—" The Prince yawned and flicked his sleeve. Mu Jue

nodded, dressed himself, wrapped Qing'er's naked body in an outer robe, and vanished .
Vanished into the endless curtains.

The Prince Xiao, who had been pretending to close his eyes, opened his shrewd
black eyes the instant Mu Jue led Qing'er away, a cold smile playing on his lips.
Chapter 5

"Qing'er...Qing'er..." In the pitch-black room, the ancient wooden bed creaked and groaned violently from the intense
movements . At the same time, in the impenetrable space
, the heavy breathing of a man and the unbearable moans of a woman echoed.

"Jue...Jue...it's there!" Qing'er knelt on the bed like a dog, her back to the man, only her buttocks
raised high. Between her legs, only a thick, swollen member, seemingly unable to contain its lust, was thrusting
in and out at a frenzied pace.

The slapping sounds of flesh against flesh were obscene. Mu Jue knelt behind Qing'er, his large hands
gripping her plump, wonderfully shaped buttocks, using all his strength to fiercely violate her body.

His once meticulously tied-up long hair was now disheveled, wildly scattering with his movements. A few strands of
black silk obscured his vision, revealing his eyes, bloodshot with lust. At this moment, he thought of nothing but
using the woman's body before him to satisfy his animalistic desires.

"Say it, do you like me loving you like this, fucking you!" In his frenzy, Mu Jue uttered lewd words
, his thrusts changing to nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. First, he gently teased the entrance, then suddenly plunged in forcefully, reaching the very
core. This torturous way of making love finally became unbearable for Qing'er, her upper body exhausted and lying on the bed.
Only her buttocks remained in his grasp, enduring his thrusts.

Three hours had passed since Mu Jue carried her from the palace back to his own residence. He had only said one sentence,
"Want to do it again?", and had been making love to her ever since. She really couldn't take it anymore...

"Ah!!" The woman reached another climax, the gushing hot fluid constantly washing over the man's tip, her entire passage contracting violently, like a mouth sucking at the hot patch inside, yet still unable to squeeze out
his essence . "Let's change positions." Mu Jue suppressed his desire for a moment, temporarily withdrawing his increasingly hard and thick penis from Qing'er 's body, then quickly flipping her over, once again deeply . He placed Qing'er's jade legs on his shoulders to penetrate deeper. Then, he pressed his penis tightly against her clitoris, stopping the thrusting motion, and instead using a grinding motion, slowly circling and stirring deep within her vagina with his waist strength, enjoying the pleasure of being rubbed by the velvety folds. "Ah!" Mu Jue couldn't help but take most of Qing'er's breast into his mouth during the movement, sucking and licking it back and forth like a lustful beast , leaving bluish-purple marks. Qing'er could no longer withstand such excessive passion. She cried out Mu Jue's name, pushing against his overly strong male body with her small hands. "Please, don't do it anymore... I really can't take it." "No!" Upon being rejected, Mu Jue suddenly raised his head, his face fierce, and resumed his powerful thrusts. "Don't you like me fucking you?! Hmm? I'll fuck you anyway, I love to penetrate your slutty little hole and fuck you to my heart's content!" He gripped Qing'er's slender waist tightly with both hands, riding her like a horse , moaning wantonly. "Help... help! Help me!!" Qing'er was almost unconscious from his thrusts, and could only muster her last bit of strength to call for help. "Help... um!" Her small mouth was fiercely kissed, his long tongue forcefully piercing into her mouth and intertwining with her fragrant tongue. Just when Qing'er despaired, thinking that she would die under this insatiable man tonight, the man in front of her seemed to be hit twice. Slowly, the invasive movements between her legs ceased. When the woman regained her senses, she realized Mu Jue had collapsed onto her. In the dark room, backlit by the moonlight, a terrifying shadow seemed to have appeared. Although it seemed this person had acupunctured Mu Jue, rendering him unconscious, the thought of someone barging in while she was naked beneath the man, especially since she didn't know if the person was friend or foe, made Qing'er involuntarily pull the sheet over her body and scream. "Ah!! Who are you?" Chapter 6 "Hmph?" Hearing the woman's scream, the shadowy figure let out a cold laugh. Though the laugh was soft and gentle, it carried a chilling undertone, instilling a fear akin to seeing a ghost in the dead of night. "Are you human or a ghost...?" Her voice trembling, Qing'er couldn't help but hug the unconscious Mu Jue tightly. Was he really just unconscious?! Why did she feel this shadowy figure had ill intentions? With a whoosh, the entire room was illuminated by a bright light. The person remained motionless, yet remotely lit a candle on a distant table. Their skill was truly formidable; they might even be a martial arts master. However, with the light and the figure's features clearly visible, Qing'er was no longer so afraid. It was obvious that the person before her was an extremely beautiful young woman. She had been too tense to recognize the laughter as coming from a woman 's voice. There were no superfluous adornments, no elaborate clothing. The person before her was simply enveloped in a snow-white dress, her long hair reaching her waist, uncombed and untied. It was loose and smooth, gleaming to the eye. Looking at the other's face, Qing'er was momentarily stunned. She had always considered herself beautiful among the Prince Xiao's maids , but upon seeing this person, she felt a shameful sense of inferiority. She was also fair-skinned, but at most as white as snow, she couldn't compare to the other's ethereal, translucent whiteness. That tenderness was as if she had never been exposed to the sun, never sweated, and never been battered by the cold winds and frost. Her eyes held a deep, clear lake. A subtle allure lingered in her glances. Innocent? Not at all . A sly glint was clearly in her eyes. Pure? Not at all. Her slightly upturned eyes exuded feminine charm. Not to mention her sharp, delicate nose and her small, pink lips, like rosebuds. How could anyone possess such beautiful lips? A tender pink, like the petals of a newly blossoming pink rosebud in a field at dawn. Full and plump, as if a bite would release its juices.

Qing'er lowered her head; she dared not look, nor did she want to. She feared she would be so ashamed and indignant that she would drown herself in the lake.

"You're such a strange woman, appearing inexplicably in my brother's bed. If you were a prostitute, you should have fulfilled
your duty and served him well. Instead, you cried for help, disturbing his peaceful sleep."
The woman in white mocked Qing'er, whose face was streaked with tears, but seeing the bruises on her body, she couldn't help but frown.

"Are you Jue's sister?" Qing'er blinked, asking cautiously.

"Unfortunately, yes." The woman in white didn't have time to look at her, instead taking Mu Jue
's wrist to check his pulse.

"Jue... is he alright?" After waiting a while, seeing the woman in white only frowning and not speaking, Qing'er
couldn't help worry.

"Ah! What are you doing?!" Suddenly, her neck was gripped tightly by the woman in white. Seeing
the coldness , Qing'er struggled helplessly, not knowing what was happening.

"Soul-Destroying Powder... How could you, woman, have such a drug? Speak!" The alluring woman was gone, and
the woman before her, though equally stunning, had transformed into a bloodthirsty demon. The strength in her hand felt as if she could
snap Qing'er's throat at any moment.

"I... I don't know!" Qing'er sobbed in fear, her face flushed from lack of oxygen, making her look
like a dying animal.

Fear, despair, innocence... The woman in white narrowed her eyes, not missing a single expression on Qing'er's face.
Only when she was certain that Qing'er was not lying did she release the woman who was about to die.

"Cough cough...!" Qing'er gasped for breath; she was terrified. Jue's sister was terrified! More
terrified than the Prince Xiao, at least the Prince Xiao wouldn't really want her dead. But she was certain that if there had been any
indication that she had caused Mu Jue to be poisoned by that so-called "Soul-Destroying Powder," she would have been strangled to death.

"The Soul-Destroying Powder is an ancient formula. Once a man takes this medicine, he will constantly want to have sex with women
until the effects wear off. However, this medicine is extremely harmful to the body, depleting a man's strength and essence,
so it was soon banned." The woman in white opened the cabinet and casually tossed one of Mu Jue's robes to Qing'er.

Qing'er shrank back as she took it, carefully covering her naked body, and scrambled off the bed.

"I... I didn't give Jue anything to eat..." Qing'er hurriedly waved her hands, fearfully defending herself.

"Alright, I've acupunctured him, he won't wake up for a while. I think you need to explain who you are and
why 're here. Then I'll tell you what I plan to do."

The woman in white glanced at her, then settled her brother on the bed and covered him with a blanket. She then found
a chair, sat down leisurely, and poured herself a cup of tea. The fierce look and worry from before had completely
vanished, replaced by a gentle and harmless smile. She was waiting for Qing'er to tell her the
things she should know but didn't.

"Aren't you going to sit?" Seeing Qing'er standing there dumbfounded, she kindly pointed to another
chair . It was as if the woman who had just tried to kill her wasn't herself.

How terrifying...

Qing'er looked at this beautiful but unpredictable woman and obediently sat down in the chair she indicated, beginning to recount
her identity and the whole story.

Chapter 7

"So, from now on I should call you sister-in-law?" After listening to everything Qing'er had said,
the woman in white stared at Qing'er with a half-smile, her expression becoming even more gentle. Qing'er

blushed and nervously twisted her hands. "No, I'm just a maidservant of the Prince Xiao, now
given to Brother Mu as a slave. I'm not a pure woman, I dare not hope for a title." She spoke the truth. As the king
's maidservant, she had dedicated her entire life to one man, yet she couldn't earn his eternal favor. She was quite open-minded about life.
She had food and clothing; at least it wasn't difficult. Being given to another man as a gift, though cruel, at least spared
her the fate of falling out of favor and being ostracized later. In truth, she was content.

The woman in white waved her hand, "You don't understand my brother. He will definitely marry you. He's hardworking and
upright, rarely indulging in debauchery. That's why I noticed you as soon as you arrived today, and that's why I
appeared . Because I don't believe my brother is the kind of person who would bring a prostitute home, even though I've always encouraged him to."
Saying this, the woman in white couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle. Her voice was usually soft and sweet
. Only when her temperament changed drastically would it become deep and cold, completely different from usual.

"What do you mean...?" Qing'er was dumbfounded. Had the stunningly beautiful girl said something shocking that she
couldn't ?

“That is to say,” the woman in white stood up and slowly walked towards her, a delicate fragrance wafting around her
with each step, “I actually encourage him to find more women. It’s normal for men to crave pleasure. I don’t
want him to be bound by those rules and regulations, unable to live the life he truly wants.”

Qing’er stared, mesmerized, as the woman’s beautiful face drew closer. The woman reached out and lovingly lifted a lock
of her long hair, gently sniffing it, her behavior behaving like that of a lecherous man.

“You…you wouldn’t…” Qing’er exclaimed in surprise, but dared not pull her hair back.

“Don’t worry, I’m not interested in women.” The woman in white smiled. “And what’s with all this ‘you’
? My name is Mu Qingyou, you can just call me You’er, sister-in-law~” She released the woman’s hair and
twirled around the room like a butterfly, looking quite happy.

"That's wonderful... Our family finally has another person." Suddenly, as if hurt by her own words
, Mu Qingyou stopped dancing, her expression turning sorrowful and forlorn.

"Ever since my parents died when I was little, my older brother and I have depended on each other. Later, my older brother became the swordsman of the Prince of Xiao,
often going in and out of the palace and not coming home, leaving me all alone. So lonely..."

Qing'er saw the look on her face, like a child who had been bullied outside and was now returning home expecting comfort from an adult.
A thought struck her, and she walked over and embraced Qingyou tenderly, patting her back gently. She softly comforted
her, "It's alright, no matter what I become here in the future, I will always be with you, your companion. You
won't be lonely anymore..."

"Really?" Mu Qingyou smiled with delight, reaching out to hug Qing'er tightly. "Okay, you
have to keep your word!"

"Yes!" Qing'er nodded vigorously. At that moment, she realized she had been immersed in Qingyou's
aura for too long, almost forgetting the important matter. "By the way, Qingyou, how exactly did Jue ingest this Soul-Destroying Powder?"
she asked worriedly. Seeing cold sweat beading on Mu Jue's forehead, she quickly grabbed a cotton handkerchief from a nearby basin and
gently wiped it away.

Seeing her thoughtful gesture, Mu Qingyou felt a warmth in her heart. "Don't worry, he's alright for now. But
I roughly know who gave him this Soul-Destroying Powder."

"Who?" Qing'er nervously gripped the cotton handkerchief.

Qingyou patted her shoulder and said slowly, "I heard that the Soul-Destroying Powder can be modified into an incense.
It's emitted from a woman's body and then makes a man lose control. When I smelled your hair just now, I found that you still
have traces of this drug on you."

After hearing her explanation, Qing'er suddenly realized that Qingyou hadn't been teasing her, but testing
the drug... Thinking of this, her face flushed again.

Deliberately ignoring the change in the other's expression, Qingyou smiled and continued, "I'm afraid someone knew you were serving the emperor today and
deliberately had you unknowingly apply this incense to harm that Prince Xiao."

"His target is the king!" Qing'er screamed.

"Of course, that man is obviously indulging in pleasure every day and loves playing with women so much. This is a
foolproof . For men, a strong sex drive is a sign of good health, so how could they guess that this
is actually a form of slow suicide?" Qingyou shrugged.

"Then... then who did this to the king?" Qing'er asked tremulously.

“There are many. A king whose rule is illegitimate will naturally attract resentment. I bet all
the women around him have been drugged with this drug. If he touches a woman, he's courting death.” Qingyou casually played with her
hair, speaking indifferently.

“Then, shouldn’t we inform the king?”

“No need for us to interfere. I bet he already found out.” Qingyou sneered. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have used her
elder brother as a sacrifice to test the poison for him. This man isn’t stupid after all… But harming her elder brother is truly
unforgivable . She involuntarily clenched her fists.

She would definitely get her revenge when she had the chance.

“Qing’er…” Just then, Mu Jue’s voice came from the bed.

“Brother!”

“Jue?”

The two women rushed to the bedside, looking at the man covered in cold sweat.

“Give me… give me…” Mu Jue mumbled incoherently, still begging for pleasure.

“This person really hates Prince Xiao to death…” Qingyou frowned. “The drug is so strong.”

Turning around, she glanced at Qing’er, whose worry was evident, and suddenly chuckled.

“What’s wrong?” Qing’er was extremely anxious, and hearing Qingyou’s laughter made her even more flustered.

“Although this drug is harmful to the body, suppressing desires without resolving them is even more painful. Are you…?”
She smiled mischievously, looking at Qing’er meaningfully.

“You…you shouldn’t say such things.” Qing’er was extremely shy, but her body really
couldn’t take it anymore.

“It seems you can’t,” Mu Qingyou said regretfully, “but I can teach you a method.”

“What is it?” Qing’er’s heart ignited with hope.

Qingyou pointed to her cherry lips with her fingertip, “You can use this.”

“This?” Qing’er asked, seemingly understanding, “…You mean I have to use my mouth to help him…that?”

“Yes, yes. You’re a quick learner~” Mu Qingyou nodded with satisfaction, looking as if she was leaving it to Qingyou.
Then, under Qing'er's shy gaze, he laughed and drifted away.

Chapter 8

"I never expected you to have such a beautiful younger sister." Exhausted,
Qing'er lay in Mu Jue's arms, tracing circles on his chest with her fingertips while contentedly inhaling the masculine
scent of his sweat. A whole night of passion, her lips swollen from sucking, had finally brought the man to his senses.
Now, it seemed he was the one who felt refreshed. She, on the other hand, was completely drained and limp.

"Mmm..." A night of marital intimacy
had left Mu Jue with a deep affection for this woman who, yesterday, was his servant but today was his woman. Whether this was love, he wasn't sure. He only knew that
he didn't understand women, but having a woman like her by his side wasn't bad.

"However, sometimes she can be so scary, like a cold, sinister man." Thinking
of the pain of being choked, Qing'er murmured with lingering fear.

After listening, Mu Jue pondered for a long while, then said softly, "It's my fault that Qingyou has become like this."

"Hmm?" Qing'er raised her eyelids, not understanding Mu Jue's words. What did he mean by saying that?

Mu Jue gently stroked Qing'er's forehead and pressed his lips to hers. "When she was young, her parents passed away,
which was a huge blow to Qingyou. I had to learn martial arts from my master and later became a palace guard, so I couldn't properly take care of Qingyou
as she grew up. Moreover, I'm a very quiet person, not good with words, so I couldn't
be there for . This made Qingyou feel very lonely."

Qing'er listened attentively, and thinking of Qingyou's uncontrollable
excitement , her heart ached for no reason.

"I only discovered it by chance many years later. It seems that two different personalities are hidden within Qingyou.
One is a gentle and charming girl, and the other is a free and unrestrained man."

"What?! How could this be?" Qing'er was extremely surprised, but
from , Mu Jue's words were true.

"Only by becoming a cold and strong man can Qingyou protect herself. Because I can't protect her,
she has always taken care of herself." Mu Jue said, feeling somewhat sad.

"Jue... it's okay... she's amazing, her martial arts are very high." Qing'er couldn't help but
comfort him.

"She only knows some acupressure and internal energy techniques, and has a good understanding of medicine. As for real martial arts to fight off
strong opponents , she doesn't know any." Mu Jue shook his head.

"Everyone has their own destiny, and I've never blamed you." Just as the two were still immersed in their sorrow,
a beautiful figure pushed open the door and entered. Today, Mu Qingyou was wearing a light blue dress, and it seemed she had applied
rouge . Perhaps because there was another person in the house, she wanted to dress up for her. A woman dresses up for the one she loves, and even if it was just
her sister-in-law, she still wanted to share her beauty with another person.

"You'er?" Mu Jue and Qing'er called out at the same time, then simultaneously felt that their posture was too ambiguous. Qing'er
buried her face in Mu Jue's chest, and Mu Jue pulled up the sheet to cover the woman's large area of skin.

"You didn't even knock before coming in." Mu Jue's face darkened, and he coughed lightly to ease the awkwardness.

Qingyou, however, didn't seem to care. "Love between men and women is a natural thing, what's there to hide? Besides, it's not like I haven't
seen anything before, what's there to be nervous about?" She sat down on the chair with an air of nonchalance.

"So early, is there something you need?" Qing'er peeked out, asking timidly,
still embarrassed.

"It's not early,"

Mu Qingyou's gaze suddenly turned cold as she revealed her purpose. "Those who should be here should be arriving soon." "Who? Who will be coming?" Qing'er looked at Mu Jue, puzzled.

Mu Jue's expression was also not good. He held the woman in his arms tighter, looking at Qing'er's face with concern.
"You mean—"

"That's right, it's that Prince Xiao who casually jokes about other people's happiness." Mentioning him, Qingyou's icy
expression intensified.

"You don't naively think this man won't come back to check the results after conducting the experiment, do you?"

"I don't want to pursue these things anymore," Mu Jue began, speaking each word clearly, "I just don't want him
to hurt Qing'er like this anymore. Qingyou, he won't go back on his word and take Qing'er away, will he?"

"Jue..." Seeing that this man had clearly placed her in his heart, Qing'er felt so warm and
happy.

"I want to stay here, with Jue, and I'd rather die than go back to that heartless man." The little
woman bravely stood up and said firmly.

"Qing'er!" Mu Jue's eyes darkened, "You're not wearing any clothes."

"Oh dear!" Qing'er suddenly realized that she was standing naked in front of the two of them, and quickly jumped back onto the bed to
hide her nakedness.

"Hehe, your personality is quite a match for my brother~" Mu Qingyou smiled sweetly.

“However, if King Xiao finds out what happened between you two yesterday, confirming his suspicions, he
might use it as an excuse to falsely claim that Qing’er is an assassin sent by another country and take her back for severe interrogation. After all,
Sister Qing’er is currently the only clue.” Qingyou’s expression turned serious.

“No! I’m not an assassin! I’m just an ordinary woman, I want to stay here with Jue.”
Qing’er cried out in fear, clinging tightly to Mu Jue, afraid to let go.

“Alright, alright, it’s alright.” Mu Jue comforted her, his heart filled with anxiety. Mu Qingyou looked at everything before her, thinking that King Xiao must never have expected that the pawns he had placed would develop feelings for each other

overnight . But because of this incident, she really wanted to meet this tyrannical and licentious king. So she lowered her voice and said to her brother and Qing’er, “No matter who asks you, whenever they ask, you must say that two only had sex once yesterday. And that the time and reaction were normal.” Mu Jue and Qing’er exchanged a glance and nodded in unison. “Since everyone involved says they’re fine, even if Prince Xiao has suspicions, he can’t say anything more. However, this is clearly deceiving the emperor. Mo Yefeng will remember this and will definitely make things difficult for you elsewhere,” Mu Qingyou continued . “Why not take this opportunity to resign from your swordsman position and live happily with Sister Qing’er?” “Impossible,” Mu Jue shook his head, “I’m currently the only close bodyguard by Prince Xiao’s side. He’s very suspicious. I’ve been tested many times for this position and won’t be replaced easily.” “Even your own brother, whom you’ve risked your life to protect, won’t work?” Mu Qingyou asked confidently. “Your own brother? You mean…you?” Despite the disbelief, Mu Jue still believed that his sister, skilled in medicine, could easily disguise herself as a man. “No! It’s too dangerous, and you don’t know any martial arts at all!” After thinking it over, Mu Jue still refused decisively . “Who says I don’t know?” With a gust of wind from Mu Qingyou’s palm, a rosewood chair instantly split in two. Mu Jue was stunned. "You...when did you learn such skill?" Mu Jue couldn't believe his eyes. Had his frail sister truly been completely devoured by half of her masculine nature? "Brother, don't ask. I've said it before, everyone has their own destiny and opportunities. I was meant to learn these martial arts, and you were meant to experience this. We should exchange roles as guards. That's how it is; we must both submit to fate." Brother? Mu Jue looked at his graceful sister before him. She had never addressed him as "brother," always calling him "brother" in a spoiled, childlike manner. She was still as beautiful as ever, like a stunning flower... but her eyes, her personality, were clearly those of a dignified seven-foot-tall man. Strong, unyielding, intelligent... and with an added layer of cunning. Who would worry about someone like that? He lowered his head, enduring the pain, and before he could utter a single word, "Good," a servant rushed out, shouting, "The King is here!! Young Master, the King has come to see you!" Chapter 9. In the main hall of the shogunate, the atmosphere had become . Today, the Prince of Xiao was not the licentious and dissolute figure of the past; he appeared clear-headed and dignified, dressed in fine robes and a jade belt. Even his most unrestrained black hair was neatly bound into the golden crown that only a king of such high status was worthy of. As he sat upright in the seat of honor, leisurely sipping tea, the regal aura emanating from him made him appear as agile as a black-haired prince.

Leopard. But the expression in his phoenix eyes clearly showed that of a benevolent ruler who cared for his subordinates.

Mu Jue stood in the hall, resentful but daring not to say anything. Mu
Qingyou, observing everything from behind the screen, was furious.

She thought, "You hypocritical scoundrel! You set the trap, making two innocent people
your guinea pigs. And now you act like it's none of your business, playing the good guy.

" "I heard—my most trusted swordsman took leave today…what's the reason?" Mo Yefeng raised his eyelids and
spoke slowly, word by word. Behind the concern in his voice was a threat, as if to say that
if he couldn't get a satisfactory explanation today, he would never let it go.

Hearing the deep, magnetic voice of the Prince of Xiao, Mu Jue felt a chill. No matter how he listened, he felt that
this man was always strange and unsettling, even if he appeared nice on the surface, he just made people feel uncomfortable.

"Your Majesty, I am indeed slightly unwell," Mu Jue
reported .

"Oh—? What's wrong? I can have the imperial physician examine you." His dark eyes narrowed slightly, and
his thin lips curved into a smile that seemed both concerned and suspicious.

"It's a heart ailment," Mu Jue began, reciting Qing You's instructions verbatim.
"Since last year, every night I dream of my deceased parents as vengeful ghosts, rebuking me for failing
in my responsibilities as the eldest son. For not taking good care of my brothers, and for not establishing myself at the appropriate age
to continue the Mu family line."

"Continue," Mo Yefeng listened calmly, his attention seemingly fixed only
on .

Encouraged, Mu Jue's confidence grew. "Since then, I've felt increasingly
powerless . Furthermore, the power of my attacks has diminished considerably. Recently, this situation has worsened, and I fear I can no longer
protect Your Majesty. Therefore, I humbly request to resign from my position as swordsman, to marry and have children, and to live as an ordinary, filial
son, tending to my parents' memorial tablets." With that, Mu Jue resolutely knelt, his attitude extremely firm, his words earnest. He intended not to give Mo Yefeng
any room for refusal.

The King of Xiao, who had been gently stirring the tea leaves in his cup with the lid, noticed out of the corner of his eye that Mu Jue had already
knelt in a deep bow. With a loud "!", the teacup was ruthlessly slammed down on the nearby tea table. For Mu Jue , who was holding his breath
awaiting the outcome, this sound indicated that he had likely angered the King of Xiao, and the future remained
uncertain .

"Please grant my request, Your Majesty!" he gritted his teeth, persisting in his petition.

Mo Yefeng rose from his seat, slowly walked to Mu Jue's side, and stopped in place. He remained motionless and
silent . Mu Jue dared not look up, yet he keenly sensed a cold gaze
sweeping over him with the air of a domineering ruler.

What was he thinking? Or… had he seen something?

“Since that’s the case—” The sudden voice almost made Mu Jue, a swordsman known for his composure under pressure,
cry out in surprise. The source of the voice was the enigmatic Xiao Wang. The voice
was right beside him; he could even feel Mo Yefeng’s warm breath.

Sensing the other’s fear, Mo Yefeng deliberately moved closer. Leaning against Mu Jue’s ear, he whispered in a soft,
hoarse male voice, as if flirting with any woman, “Then I won’t keep you. If
I’m not mistaken, the wife you’re to marry is the maid I bestowed upon you yesterday, isn’t that right?”

“Yes…yes, it’s Qing’er.” Damn it! Mu Jue wanted to bite off his own tongue! What?! He,
a dignified man, felt weak all over under Mo Yefeng's close proximity, and couldn't even speak coherently.
This Xiao Wang wasn't just not a god; he was practically a demon who posed a threat to any living being!

"Alright, get up." Hearing the command from afar, Mu Jue suddenly nodded.
When leave? The man in front of him seemed to have never left his seat, intently drinking tea.
It was as if the words that had just been spoken to him were just ghosts that had drifted in from nowhere.

"Interesting. I didn't expect that my momentary playfulness would lead to the loss of my best swordsman." Like losing his most
beloved toy, Mo Yefeng sighed regretfully.

"However, I'm very interested. Are you two still as compatible in bed as you are in front of me?
How many times did you do it last night?" Mo Yefeng murmured mischievously, propping his head up with one hand, revealing a childlike,
innocent, and curious expression, blinking his phoenix eyes expectantly for an answer.

“Only once. We were both very tired last night. So, we didn’t indulge in any pleasure.” Sure enough, he still asked.
Mu Jue’s heart tightened slightly.

“Is that so…” Mo Yefeng smiled upon hearing this answer, as if his question was just a
joke . Mu Jue didn’t think much of it, but Mu Qingyou didn’t miss the subtle crease that suddenly appeared between his brows,
and couldn’t help but sneer inwardly.

“However, now that you’re gone, I still need a swordsman. Do you—have any good recommendations?”
Mo Yefeng asked casually, his eyes narrowed.

“It’s inappropriate for me to say that, but I have someone who is very suitable to take over my position.”

“Tell me.”

“This person is my younger brother—Mu Qingyou.” Mu Jue boldly recommended, secretly glad that his parents had given
his sister a name that was suitable for both genders.

“Oh? I didn’t know you had a younger brother. Where is he? Bring him here for me to see.”
Mo Yefeng seemed very interested.

"Yes. Qingyou, come in!"

Seeing that the time was right, Mu Qingyou swiftly leaped out of the window behind the screen, straightened her clothes, and then entered the hall
confidently . She wasn't foolish enough to let Prince Xiao know that she had been hiding behind the screen,
observing his every move.

"You, are you Mu Qingyou?" Looking at the short young man before him, Mo Yefeng's face
showed emotion.

If he hadn't known beforehand that his sister was going to disguise herself as another man, Mu Jue would have been terrified.
Because the person standing before him was a complete stranger.

No matter how he disguised himself, Mu Qingyou couldn't change his physique, so he still appeared somewhat
thin . His sister's curvaceous figure was gone, replaced by flat male features.

Mo Yefeng also sized him up. He had originally thought Mu Jue's appearance could be considered handsome. But unexpectedly,
he had such an ordinary-looking younger brother. So ordinary that he would almost disappear in a crowd.

But with the wisdom of a king, he also knew that the more skilled a person was, the less conspicuous they were. It's
the same ; those who love to show off often die the fastest.

"You are, Mu Qingyou?" Mo Yefeng asked.

"That's me." Hidden in his collar was a copper lock for changing his voice, and Mu Qingyou calmly spoke in
a perfectly accurate male voice.

"Very good... very good." Mo Yefeng stared intently into his eyes, nodding as he looked.

Mu Jue didn't know the King of Xiao! Why did he say "very good" twice? Gaining his trust would probably require some
persuasion. He stepped forward, about to speak, when Mo Yefeng waved his long sleeves, laughing loudly, "Good! It's
him!"

He domineeringly pulled Mu Qingyou into his arms,
speaking , "Your brother is my swordsman, and from now on, you are my warrior! Let's go back to the palace, haha, let's go
back to the palace!"

What?

Mu Jue stared at Mu Qingyou in astonishment. Just like that?! He hadn't even said anything yet. Wasn't Prince Xiao
a very suspicious person?! How could he so easily make Qingyou his personal guard?

Wait!

He wanted to speak, but saw Mu Qingyou, still being led out of the house by Prince Xiao's arm, turn back and gesture with her eyes
for him not to act rashly.

"Take care, brother."

He saw her lips move, uttering those last four words to him. An ominous premonition welled up
in Mu Jue's heart. Could this be their final farewell...?

Chapter 10

This Prince Xiao is truly no ordinary demon.

Mu Qingyou thought to herself, but her steps didn't falter. She was supposed to be Mo Yefeng's personal
bodyguard , and he even gave her a special title: Warrior. But! What?! As soon as she entered the palace, this man's
attitude changed drastically. He said that as a newcomer, she wasn't familiar with the palace environment, and just casually handed her over to some servants
to show her around the palace, not needing her to accompany him for the time being. That would have been fine,
but the palace was full of strange paths and alleys, and those servants seemed to have conspired
to wander off in a few turns, clearly intentionally leaving her alone.

As darkness fell, she not only couldn't find a way out of any of the palaces or main halls, but
the entire Prince Xiao's palace was completely deserted.

Where were the maids? Where were the soldiers? Where were the concubines and ministers?

No, no, not a single one.

The absence of concubines didn't surprise Mu Qingyou at all. She'd heard that the Prince Xiao was a womanizer, yet he didn't establish a harem, only
indulging in women presented by ministers or women he'd chosen from random places. At worst, he'd keep a group of
maids , nameless and without status, yet forced to spend their days in his bed. Any woman with even a hint of beauty, once she caught the
prince's eye, regardless of her family's daughter or whose wife or concubine she was,
even wouldn't refuse, and they all had to serve him for at least one night. Whether they continued to be favored depended on
how much pleasure the king had.

"Ptooey!" Thinking of this, Mu Qingyou couldn't help but spit in disgust. Looking up at the sky, she realized that
the twilight's red glow had been replaced by night. Except for the faint light of the new moon, her
surroundings were pitch black.

Damn it! Having traveled all day without a drop of water, Mu Qingyou was already feeling restless. She found
herself in a secluded corner where even the palace lanterns were rarely lit, and besides exhaustion, she felt a growing
fear of danger. She had never known the palace had such a place, like a cold palace or a prison. Could it be that the
revered imperial palace also harbored hidden secrets?

Someone!

Suddenly, she heard rustling voices. Mu Qingyou alertly darted behind a large tree, holding her breath.
She crouched down, scanning her surroundings like a wolf, searching for the source of the sound. Although she couldn't see clearly
, her hearing was still sharp.

The sound seemed to be coming from the direction her right toes were pointing. A thought struck her; she closed her eyes, waited a moment, and then opened them again. Sure enough! With the sensitivity of human vision, she saw a faint light
about seventy paces away in that direction . Using her light-footed skill, she approached silently, and the image of the light became clearer and clearer. As she expected, a cold, secluded cave was hidden behind several dense bushes. The voices of the people in the cave gradually became clearer. Being a young girl, her curiosity was strong. After weighing the pros and cons, Mu Qingyou decided to go in and take a look . So she gathered her breath and slowly walked forward. Fortunately, although it was a secret place, no one was guarding it. Even though the path wasn't smooth, it didn't take much effort. However, this also meant that this place was so dangerous that even Shouwei had to be kept in the dark. Thinking of this, Mu Qingyou felt her throat tighten. "You, are you the emperor's most beloved sister, the one who doesn't deserve the title?" A sinister, cold male voice came from the secret chamber at the end of the cave The familiar, deep voice made Mu Qingyou's heart skip a beat. Mo Yefeng! "Let me go! You pervert! If you hadn't used such despicable means to kidnap me, I wouldn't be in this disgusting place now!" The woman's obvious angry shouts echoed throughout the cave. The emperor who doesn't deserve the title? Hearing this description, Mu Qingyou was somewhat surprised. Could it be that the person trapped here was Kagura 's sister? Didn't this self-righteous Prince Xiao always believe that the descendant of the Shen family he killed was just a sickly weakling ? So it wasn't an exaggeration to say that he was unworthy of the title. But, she had never heard of Prince Kagura having a sister... Mu Qingyou took a few steps closer, spotted a rock in front of her that she could hide behind, and only peeked out slightly to observe everything inside the room.

Heavens…

If she hadn’t been trying her best to restrain herself, Mu Qingyou would have almost cried out in shock at the sight before her.

Chapter 11

Was she seeing things? If she hadn’t known that she wasn’t drunk and definitely not dreaming,
Mu Qingyou simply couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

This stone chamber, with its cold, rocky walls on all sides, was brightly lit by torchlight. A
narrow stone bed, barely big enough for one person to lie on, lay flat in the center of the chamber. In the corner were piles of rough
hemp ropes and chains of various sizes, and a mysterious black lacquered wooden box, its contents unknown, sat on
a table not far from the bed.

Mo Yefeng stood before the stone bed, looking cold and terrifying, completely unlike his usual wild and wicked self. His jet-black
hair was loose and flowing, and his blue robe was unbound, as if he had simply draped it loosely after a bath
. The fluttering of his robes made him look like a ghostly messenger from the underworld, ready to snatch the lives of mortals and
take them back as his toys.

Mu Qingyou watched him from afar, noticing his thin lips tightening and his long, narrow black eyes flashing with a dangerous light.
Beyond aggression, there was an intense, unyielding hatred. Whom did he hate…? Or was it
the woman that reminded him of a painful past?

Thinking of this, her attention was inevitably drawn to the beautiful woman bound and humiliated on the stone bed.
A delicate, vibrant girl, seventeen or eighteen years old. She was brazenly bound in
a 'T' shape to the four bedposts with hemp rope. Facing this devilish man, her expensive, pale yellow silk dress could no longer maintain her former
elegance, her high-bun hairstyle could no longer command respectful kneelings, and even the
expensive could no longer add a trace of feminine shyness or allure. A
woman who cannot inspire a man's tenderness is tragic; even her spoiled, domineering nature could no longer help her achieve her desired
goals.

"Shi Yefeng!! You dog of a servant! Just because you're General Shi's son, you dare to declare yourself king and act
recklessly ! Release this princess at once, or when I return to Qilin Kingdom, I will report to my brother, the Emperor, and have
your entire family executed!!" The woman twisted her body in a fit of rage, cursing incessantly,
every word filled with deep contempt for the man before her.

"Hmph—sharp-tongued..." Mo Yefeng watched Princess Fuyun struggle desperately like an enraged wildcat
, as if she wanted nothing more than to pounce on him and scratch his face. A faint killing intent flickered in his dark eyes, hidden beneath a cold smile.

He stepped forward, bringing himself closer to her beautiful yet disheveled face. His long, slender fingers mercilessly gripped
her delicate, fragile chin. In a
voice that appeared gentle but was actually like a knife slowly moving across her skin, he spoke, word by word, "Oh? This is what Huangfu Tianqi and Huangfu Ying said about me..."

"Pah!" Princess Fuyun spat at him with utter contempt. "Who has time to care about your life or death?
These are just idle gossips from the servants while they're cleaning. What right do you have to have
Father and Brother speak of your lowly name?"

"Hahahaha!!" Releasing her face, Mo Yefeng threw his sleeves back and laughed wildly, his shrill laughter echoing throughout
the cave, the sound mingling with the eerie silence.

"I'm not qualified?" He suddenly reached out and gripped Princess Fuyun's shoulders tightly. "What, didn't
they tell you that my name isn't Shi Yefeng, nor Mo Yefeng... In fact, I should be called Huangfu Yefeng?"

Looking at Princess Fuyun's astonished face, he continued with a triumphant, cruel smile, "And no
one told you that I'm actually your brother—your half-brother?"

"You...you're lying!" Princess Fuyun looked at him with fear, her eyes filled with hatred
and bloodlust. A sense of foreboding welled up inside her. She couldn't believe it. How could he have become her brother?
Her only brother was Huangfu Ying, the current king of the Qilin Kingdom! No, he must be
lying!

"I'm not lying, little sister Yun'er..." A hushed address that sent shivers down her spine
escaped Mo Yefeng's lips, eerily guessing her thoughts.

He smiled wickedly and began to gently stroke Huangfu Fuyun's cheek, slowly drawing circles on it with his fingertips.
He deliberately looked at her with a pitying gaze, as if she were a small, blindfolded animal on the verge of death.

"My poor little Yun'er, do you know how much your brother has missed you while being fostered by General Shi's family?"
His feigned affection was laced with terror, and Mo Yefeng moved his face closer. He pressed his lips to Princess Fuyun's
ear, whispering nervously as if telling a secret, "Let me tell you, my mother is
the top courtesan at the Drunken Red Pavilion—a prostitute..."

"You...you're talking nonsense, don't do this..." Princess Fuyun was
terrified , constantly flinching away. Her previous sharpness had vanished, and large tears welled in her eyes. She was so scared,
so terrified!

Ignoring her flinching, his cold fingers wrapped around her delicate neck, encircling her slightly. Mo Yefeng
looked at her with wide eyes and a smile, as if playing a fun game with her.

"If it weren't for my mother's lowly status, I wouldn't have been fostered by another family, destined to be a lowly
general's son. And you wouldn't be calling me a 'dog servant' and 'lowly' all the time." His fingers
began to move downwards, lingering over Princess Fuyun's graceful body. "You would be by my side every day,
calling me 'Brother Yefeng' with your sweet, red lips... Do you know that?"

He greedily closed his eyes, burying his face in the woman's neck, inhaling her fragrance—
the precious perfume reserved only for royalty.

"Royal—" Mo Yefeng gently nuzzled Princess Fuyun's neck, what a beautiful
title.

"You... what are you doing... don't do this to me." Her sobs gradually turned into cries.
Huangfu Fuyun was ultimately just a little girl, pampered and loved all her life; how could she withstand such
humiliation and torment from a man? And this man tormenting her claimed to be her own brother... Good heavens!
Who will save her? Who will save her…

Hearing the cries, Mo Yefeng seemed to drift from one dream into another. He slowly propped himself up…
He rose from his seat, instead of continuing to press himself against his sister's delicate body. But he knew in his heart that
this was just the beginning.

He gazed, mesmerized, at the tear-streaked beauty beneath him. Her swollen, red eyes added to her
delicate , while her slightly upturned, crimson lips revealed a stubborn arrogance. He raised his head haughtily,
expressionless, and once again lifted her chin, declaring with the absolute authority of any majestic monarch.

"I will take everything from Huangfu Tianqi, and what I cannot take, I will slowly destroy."

"You, what do you mean?" Locked in by his hawk-like gaze, Huangfu Fuyun
felt being sucked away by fear and dread. She could only ask him cautiously, driven by instinct.

"It means—" Mo Yefeng smiled coldly, his large hand mercilessly caressing her tightly bound
breasts , "Brother—will take good care of you!"

Chapter 12

"Ah!! No…don't do this!" Struggling frantically, Huangfu Fuyun felt an unprecedented
despair. But the more she twisted, the tighter the shackles on her body became, as if specially made for this situation,
firmly binding her to this lewd stone bed.

The man's large hand grasped her plump breasts, kneading them with a not-too-small force,
squeezing her well-developed breasts into different shapes through her clothes. This shocking scene made Mu Qingyou, hiding
behind involuntarily cover her mouth. No way! He's her brother! Could it be that this Prince Xiao
really wants to do such a beastly thing to his sister?

She began to understand why Mo Yefeng was always so strange and unpredictable. His unfortunate past instilled in him
a firm belief in the injustice of the world, while his current power fueled his resentment at being banished, which ignited
an unstoppable ambition. On one hand, there was a profound inferiority complex stemming from his mother's inability to clear her name as a prostitute; on the other,
there was an overwhelming arrogance born from his superior intelligence and talent. These two diametrically opposed personalities combined
to create his current, ghostly split personality.

How could a normal person so readily switch between two completely different expressions in an instant?
He was no longer human, no longer a normal person with a fixed personality. He was a demon who had broken through
ethics and morality, seeking only inner pleasure!

A devil—isn't that what it is! He exists in this world only for destruction and plunder, isn't he?

Mo Yefeng looked at the woman beneath him, crying pitifully, and gently turned his head away, seemingly deaf to her
pleas and cries, continuing to do as he pleased. He played with Fuyun's breasts for a while, finding that
the clothes weren't enough to satisfy him. A sudden thought struck him, and with a wicked grin, he channeled his inner strength to
gently shatter the fabric covering the woman's two round breasts.

The two circular pieces of silk tore open with a snap, turning into delicate threads that drifted into the air. The rest of Huangfu Fuyun
's clothing remained intact; she only felt a chill on her chest. Looking down, she saw her high , firm breasts exposed
wantonly to the air through the two holes in her clothes. They swayed up and down with her struggles, looking incredibly alluring.

"Yes, just like that... So wanton, my little Yun'er." Mo Yefeng, unable to resist, covered the woman
's breasts again, the smooth, large, and soft flesh giving him a wonderful feeling.

"Oh..." He bent down, unable to resist extending his long tongue to quickly wrap around one of her nipples,
sucking and licking it back and forth, circling the areola with his tongue, eliciting a soft moan from Huangfu Fuyun.

"Stop...stop!" Huangfu Fuyun stared at the black head buried in her chest, watching his tongue lick
her nipples up and down, left and right, while his hand brazenly pinched her other nipple with his fingertips
. A strange sensation surged from the depths of her body.

The sucking sounds were incessant, their lewdness echoing throughout the cave. Mu Qingyou stared dumbfounded at
everything , feeling her mind completely filled with the 'tsk tsk' sounds, leaving no room to think about anything else
.

After playing with Huangfu Fuyun's two soft breasts for a while, until her flesh was covered with his sticky
saliva , her nipples wet, shiny, and pink, Mo Yefeng finally let go and began to look for a new target.

"My good Yun'er, your breasts are so delicious, they make my heart melt." He stuck out his tongue and licked
his thin lips suggestively, his narrow phoenix eyes gazing erotically at the woman on the bed.

"You...you're filthy!" Huangfu Fuyun had stopped writhing, the shame of having her breasts fondled by the man making her
turn her head away in embarrassment, unable to look at his expression.

"There's something even more filthy, you just haven't seen it." Mo Yefeng sneered, then
pressed his heavy body down on Huangfu Fuyun's delicate frame, reaching out to pull off the gold hairpin holding her hair in place, letting her long black hair cascade down in
a wild manner, just like his.

"This way, we'll look more like siblings." He forcefully captured her sweet little lips,
domineeringly into Fuyun's mouth, forcing her to extend her fragrant tongue to entwine with his.

"Ugh...no!" She wanted to bite him hard, but Mo Yefeng, as if he had expected it, forcefully pulled
her delicate hair, forcing her to open her mouth to meet his.

"Want to bite me? Not so easy." He pulled the woman's hair even more forcefully around his palm and pulled it downwards,
not caring whether he hurt her or not. Mo Yefeng only knew that if he wanted to kiss a woman, there was absolutely no way he wouldn't be able to.

Kissing every soft spot in her mouth, Mo Yefeng was also somewhat confused and infatuated. He ripped off Huangfu Fuyun's belt,
pulled open her tightly bound clothes, and removed her pure white inner garment... In a short while, a completely naked female
body was presented hotly beneath his hardened body.

"No! Don't look..." Realizing that she was completely naked, Huangfu Fuyun's despair
deepened . Her fear turned into moral shame. He had just said he was her brother, her own brother! Was she
about to be raped by her own brother?!

"Indeed, a golden branch and jade leaf," Mo Yefeng brazenly caressed every inch of her
skin . Feeling his fingers brush against Fuyun's sensitive female private parts, she seemed to tremble slightly,
and he deliberately circled around that hidden patch of black hair with even more pride.

"Not a single inch of her skin is not delicate..." He opened his mouth and bit the woman's fragrant shoulder, leaving clear teeth on it.
"No, not a single bite is not sweet..."

"No! You..." Feeling his rough fingers find the small clitoris hidden among the hair and press and rotate it
slightly , a surge of heat uncontrollably flowed from her body.

"Ah...so numb..." Huangfu Fuyun bit her swollen lips and moaned softly.

"Numb?" Mo Yefeng pressed her clitoris rapidly with his calloused thumb, while his slender middle finger pierced deeply into her sensitive body along the narrow
opening using the fluid she secreted.

Chapter 13

"Won't this make it even more numb?" He wickedly teased the soft flesh of her opening with his fingers, the velvety smooth
walls of flesh tightly holding his intrusion like a small mouth. He thrust back and forth forcefully into Huangfu Fuyun's vagina,
and more lewd fluid splashed out of the opening under Mo Yefeng's pounding, wetting the sheets beneath them along the cleft.

Seeing the woman before him utterly lost in pleasure, no longer able to utter curses, only whimpering with
each , Mo Yefeng forcefully inserted another finger, increasing the force of the impact on Huangfu Fuyun's most sensitive
spot between her legs. Occasionally, he would hook his knuckles, deliberately striking that small, unique patch of soft flesh at her vulva,
eliciting moans from the woman beneath him.

"Ah...ah! No, no!" Huangfu Fuyun's breath was already ragged, her jade-like hands clenching uncontrollably
. The unfamiliar pleasure caused her cheeks to flush like the sunset, her watery eyes half-closed in a hazy light, her long
eyelashes casting beautiful shadows on her lower eyelids.

"Bad girl," Mo
Yefeng watching her reaction, "Learned how to enjoy pleasure?"

He pressed his tongue against her nipple, forcefully flicking it upwards, the recently dried pinkness glistening with a lustful sheen.
Repeating the same movements, Huangfu Fuyun was already in a state of ecstasy from the man's superb foreplay,
undulating her hips with abandon.

"I told you, no woman can escape from beneath me. Don't you think so, my dear sister—"
Just as she was about to reach her climax, Mo Yefeng cruelly stopped all his movements. His withdrawn fingers
were covered in her vaginal fluids, her clitoris was already swollen from extreme excitement, and her bright red vulva was
pulsating rapidly, seemingly inviting the man's further assault. He

slowly unbuttoned his blue robe and tossed it into the air. Mo Yefeng's tall and muscular male body
was thus presented before Huangfu Fuyun and Mu Qingyou. Mu Qingyou gazed at Mo Yefeng's extremely
attractive , feeling a strange heat rising within her, her throat never having felt so dry.

That beautiful bronze tan was the result of practicing martial arts day and night and fighting on the battlefield for many years, as
the son . Mo Yefeng was both scholarly and martial, having rendered great service to the Qilin Kingdom in his youth. His robust physique was devoid of
any excess fat; every muscle was firm and defined, like a god symbolizing power and freedom.
The long scars on his back and thighs did not diminish his masculine charm; rather, they made him appear even more dangerous. At this moment,
his wild black hair cascaded down his back, his narrow black eyes gleaming with the bestiality of an aggressor, and his thin lips pressed together in a lewd
smile .

He knelt between Huangfu Fuyun's legs, the muscles of his waist and hips appearing even more taut. Mo Yefeng slowly
reached down to his crotch, grasping his already erect penis, stroking and manipulating it up and down. The thick,
purplish -red penis throbbed and bounced in Mo Yefeng's hand, repeatedly thrusting forward
, clamoring for release.

Princess Fuyun, beneath him, saw the man masturbating before her, and her heart raced, her face flushing crimson.
What a sight it was! His thing was so big and thick! A
tiny bit of , making her involuntarily swallow.

"Oh...mmm..." He deliberately let out seductive moans, ensuring every sycophantic sound
reached the woman's ears. Yes, Mo Yefeng was using his masculine charm to seduce her, luring Huangfu
Fuyun to hell with him.

"So comfortable..." he murmured, then suddenly bent down and took the woman's swollen clitoris into his mouth, licking and sucking it
wantonly .

"Do you want your brother's? Do you want your brother to fuck you? Hmm?"

"No...ah...no!" Huangfu Fuyun groaned unexpectedly, feeling a tingling,
itchy pleasure rising from her lower abdomen.

His clitoris, held in his mouth, was hot, and his tongue continued to penetrate her narrow passage, trying to break her
willpower.

“Your hole doesn’t say that.” Mo Yefeng released his burning desire, letting it
bounce in the air. He pulled Fuyun’s legs wider with both hands, parting her thin labia with his hands. He made the already
open opening more clearly visible in front of him.

“Look, I haven’t even entered you yet, and you’re already this excited.” He maliciously
dipped her constantly flowing fluid and held it in front of the woman’s eyes, forcing her to look directly at it.

“No… I don’t want to see!” Huangfu Fuyun tightly closed her eyes, shame and pleasure were driving her crazy.

“In a moment, you’ll be begging me…” Mo Yefeng moved his hips forward,
sliding back and forth against Huangfu Fuyun’s opening a few times, coating his penis with her fluids.

“You… what are you going to do!” Feeling a huge, hard penis about to forcefully penetrate her body,
the woman screamed loudly.

It was too late to resist. Excitedly, Mo Yefeng thrust forward, plunging his penis deep into
his younger sister's vagina, committing the most intimate union between them.

"Ouch, so tight..." After entering, Mo Yefeng didn't immediately move, but instead observed Huangfu
Fuyun 's reaction.

"It hurts!" Fuyun was almost knocked unconscious by the powerful impact. The force of a hard, hot rod being
inserted into caused tears to stream down her face. Good heavens! Her brother had
penetrated her! She was still a virgin!

"Little Yun'er, is it comfortable? Do you like your brother's thing?" Mo Yefeng looked with satisfaction at the woman's pained
face and began to slowly thrust in and out, moving his narrow hips. Oh... this little thing, it's so tight.

"I don't like it... no... get out..."

"Brother's going to fuck you, I'll make you happy! My little Yun'er..." Holding Fu Yun's soft buttocks with both hands
, his elbows pressing down on her thighs, Mo Yefeng stared intently at their joined bodies and began thrusting forcefully and rapidly into
Fu Yun 's wetness.

The air was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, their bodies slapping together with a "slap, slap" sound. His huge penis plunged into the woman's vagina again
and again , churning out her wanton juices.

"Oh...oh! So good! Little Yun'er, you feel so good inside me!" Mo Yefeng roared wantonly, his hips
moving faster and faster. He tirelessly thrust in and out of the woman beneath him, sometimes pressing against her clitoris and drawing
large .

"Ah...mm...mm...oh...so fast...so full!" "Fuyun was overwhelmed by pleasure as the man fucked her.
Looking down, she saw the dark hair and bright red flesh of their joined genitals, the visual stimulation making her feel even more comfortable.
The thought that her own brother was entering and exiting her body at this moment, the moral constraints, instead gave her
a forbidden excitement.

"Is it good? Do you like me fucking you like this?" Mo Yefeng withdrew completely each time, then
plunged in hard to the hilt. Her wet hole, filled with lustful fluids, made squelching sounds. He laughed lewdly, "Listen, your
little hole is moaning from being fucked by me!"

"Ah...so good...so good..." Forgetting their relationship, forgetting their original hatred, Huangfu Fuyun only
knew that her body wanted to be violated more roughly by him. The excessive pleasure was too much for her to bear, and finally, with Mo
Yefeng's powerful thrusts again, she screamed and reached orgasm.

"Ah!" "Fuyun shook her head restlessly, the hot fluid flowing from her body washing over the tip of Mo Yefeng's hot root,
causing him a tingling sensation.

Untying the ropes binding her feet, Mo Yefeng's eyes reddened with excitement, and he arranged the limp woman after her orgasm into his
preferred position. He forcefully pressed her legs against his chest, and
thrust into . Her vagina, just reaching orgasm, throbbed and squeezed his penis, and he was excited by the massage,
thrusting wildly into the alluring cave.

"Thrust... oh... I'm thrusting!" "

Mu Qingyou watched as Mo Yefeng, like a wild beast, relentlessly engaged in intercourse with the woman beneath him, cold sweat streaming
down her forehead.

He actually did it, violating his own sister without any remorse! Watching Mo Yefeng's hips tremble as
he neared his climax, making his final, small thrusts, after a long while, he suddenly and swiftly withdrew his
red-hot penis, trembling as he ejaculated his milky-white semen onto the abdomen of the already unconscious Princess Fuyun,
finally calming down with heavy breathing.

Shock gradually gave way to reason, and Mu Qingyou realized that she had... Staying here would only
lead to discovery sooner or later. So she took a step back, waiting for the right moment to quietly slip away.

Chapter 14

Subtly using her lightness skill, she retreated to the cave entrance, and only then did Mu Qingyou's anxious heart relax slightly.

"Hmph—" she sneered inwardly. This trip to understand the palace's situation had been quite an eye-opener. Not only had she
accidentally discovered the secret place where Prince Xiao usually raped women, but she had also witnessed a
live sex show of a beastly brother abusing his princess sister. Thinking of the carnal scene just now, Mu Qingyou couldn't help but frown, her small hand
lightly touching her chest. She felt a little nauseous.

This Mo Yefeng was truly capable of anything; compared to what she had just witnessed, his humiliation of Qing'er and her
elder brother seemed insignificant. Tch, why speak up for him? Even if his unfortunate background prevented him from becoming
the emperor of the Qilin Kingdom, was it really a disservice to him to be the king of their Xiao Kingdom? In the end, it was all
his own fault for being narrow-minded and overly ambitious; he had no one else to blame.

A cool breeze blew outside the cave, the air was especially fresh and pleasant, even the darkness seemed endearing. This fueled Mu Qingyou
's desire to escape. Seeing that just a little longer... Just a few more steps and she was about to leave the dark cave when the sound of a mechanism
activating startled her.

Mu Qingyou felt herself being lifted backward by a powerful force, the cave entrance receding
further and further from her sight. Not only that, a door made of cold iron swiftly fell from above the cave entrance,
landing with a 'thud,' completely sealing off the exit. This turn of events happened too quickly; when she was dragged heavily
to the ground, Mu Qingyou suddenly realized that she was firmly trapped in this ghostly place filled
with the scent .

"Who is it!" Ignoring the pain, she immediately assumed a defensive stance, retreating to the stone wall to prevent the enemy from continuing
to attack from behind.

A sharp, cold laugh, like a man's throat, drifted through the quiet air
. Mo Yefeng, now wearing his blue robe again, emerged from the darkness like a ghost.

"I thought it was some disobedient cat spying on me, the king, indulging in pleasure here." "I never expected it to be
my newly appointed little martial artist! What, you're in such a hurry to leave after watching the show? Don't you want to exchange
your thoughts ?"

Seeing that she had been discovered by Mo Yefeng, Mu Qingyou lowered her arm. She wasn't foolish enough not to know that fighting with the Prince
was an act of utter disrespect, punishable by the execution of her entire family.

"I—" After thinking it over, Mu Qingyou could only utter this one word. If Mo Yefeng had the ability to detect that she
had been spying for so long, he must have been confident that she wouldn't leave unscathed. At this moment, denying that she
had seen anything was probably not a wise move.

"You—what?" Mo Yefeng took a few more steps towards her. The lovemaking just now made him look exceptionally
alluring and vigorous, as if his sister's body was the best tonic for him.

"Your Majesty, what do you want to hear?" Mu Qingyou lowered her head and pondered for a moment, then looked at Mo Yefeng with a smile.

"Oh?" Looking at the boy before him with some surprise, he was truly stumped by his question.
What ? Of course, he didn't want to hear anything. He had already planned to put on a
good show and then send him to his death the moment he noticed someone sneaking in.

"Guess what I want to hear?" Laughing even more heartily, Mo Yefeng almost didn't want to kill him anymore.

"Your Majesty, everyone has secrets. Although I've stumbled upon your secret, it
doesn't . I also have a secret, and a very interesting one at that. Would you like to know?" It was as if...
Like luring someone into committing a crime, despite her extremely ordinary face, the cunning in her eyes gave Mu Qingyou
a mysterious aura that set her apart from others.

"Tell me—"

"Your Majesty, why don't we return to your palace first? I'll tell you this secret later,
shall I ?" With an expression as calm as if she held the fate of the nation in her hands, Mu Qingyou
stared intently at the Prince Xiao, her intention clear: to exchange this secret for her life.

"Heh heh, how laughable." Suddenly, Mo Yefeng reached out and grabbed Mu Qingyou by the throat, pinning her to the rock face with almost
no effort . He leaned closer to her face, speaking slowly and deliberately, "Do you think
I won't kill you with this trick? Or do you think you can escape once you leave this cave, so you're just
making up a lie to trick me into letting you go?"

Unfazed by Mo Yefeng's questioning, she replied, "You can run away, but
you

can't hide. I should think about my brother and sister-in-law." Mu Qingyou forced herself to appear calm and composed. "Do you think I definitely won't kill you?" He looked intently into Mu Qingyou's eyes, as if trying to
see through . Part of the reason he agreed to take him away without asking anything was because of his unusual
eyes. Three parts naivety, seven parts hidden depth, not as ordinary as his appearance suggested. He felt he
was different ; he wasn't honest, he wouldn't blindly obey.

Without answering Mo Yefeng's question, Mu Qingyou narrowed her eyes, her right hand swiftly breaking free from his grip
. Instead, she bound his arms and forcefully pressed him against the stone wall, no less forceful than when she had restrained
him.

"Do you think I definitely can't beat you?" he retorted coldly.

Taking a desperate gamble—that's probably what he meant. Having fought with the Prince of Xiao, if he didn't let him go, his life
would be forfeit.

Chapter 15.

His arm was pinned behind his back by a boy whose height barely reached his chest. Mo Yefeng's handsome face was pressed against the
cold rock, and the atmosphere between them became eerie. Because the exit was sealed, the cave
was eerily silent. Even the sound of water droplets seeping from some crevice falling to the ground was exceptionally clear.

Half an incense stick's time passed
in this motionless state. Mu Qingyou hadn't uttered a sound when Mo Yefeng suddenly chuckled. First, he couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of his lips, then the curve of his lips grew wider and wider. Finally,
his unrestrained, loud laughter echoed throughout the not-so-small, enclosed space. That
heartfelt joy, that uncontrollable ecstasy, made Mu Qingyou's heart tremble.

"What's so funny?" Cold sweat began to seep from his palm as he pressed down on her. Mu Qingyou frowned, reminding herself not to be
fooled by this devilish appearance, and to remain calm.

"You've lost, young man." Still wearing a lingering smile, Mo Yefeng stopped struggling and simply
let him support her, pressing his heavy male body against the rock wall.

"Why?" Although she didn't understand what he meant by "losing," Mu Qingyou couldn't help but
ask .

"Because your heart is beating so fast." Mo Yefeng gently turned around and brushed her hand away during her moment of stunned silence.
Mu Qingyou could only watch helplessly as he retreated to the side, nonchalantly brushing the dust off his clothes.

"In battle, one cannot let personal emotions cloud one's judgment, especially when both sides are evenly matched."
Mo Yefeng blinked his long eyelashes, looking at her with a handsome and dashing air. His gentle voice made him sound like a refined young gentleman
explaining the secrets of chess to a page.

"Your heart is beating fast, which means you fear me. Because I am the Xiao King, you're afraid I can kill you at any time. You
're even more afraid I'll cause trouble for Mu Jue and Qing'er. Am I right?" His dark eyes swept over the increasingly pale face of the young man, and
Mo Yefeng's smile

became even more smug. Mu Qingyou pursed her lips and slowly turned her head away. He was right. Whether she advanced or retreated,
everything she did was only to protect herself and her family. If he truly refused to let her go, she also lacked the courage and
confidence to truly kill this demon king here. Binding him was a gamble, and also
a way to intimidate him using the skills she had learned over the years. But now, he had completely figured out her thoughts, and her
fate was entirely in Mo Yefeng's hands.

Damn it! Mu Qingyou disliked this passive and manipulated feeling. This damned demon was indeed born
to her nemesis!

Observing the other's reaction, Mo Yefeng pondered
the face that was too calm compared to his usually unpredictable eyes. Why did he always feel
that there was a significant gap between what Mu Qingyou was thinking and what she was showing on her face ? Was it just his imagination...?

Gently stroking his chin, Mo Yefeng gazed thoughtfully at the young man before him, hesitant to take any
further action.

"This subordinate dared not be presumptuous. I acted impulsively just now to protect myself. Please forgive me, Your Majesty." Seeing
his silence, Mu Qingyou could only kneel respectfully on one knee, appearing as a good guard who would endure any beating or scolding.

"Moreover—this subordinate truly has a secret to tell you, I hope Your Highness will investigate!"

Still no response?

Mu Qingyou didn't hear his reply, but instead felt Mo Yefeng's gaze fixed on her.
An ominous premonition forced her to continue her previous lie, but this time without the arrogance of before.

Speak, speak... she silently chanted in her heart. Anyway, lying to the death is no big deal, and avoiding this ordeal is better than nothing.
First, she would please this demon king and get him to leave. If he asked about this secret later, she could use her wisdom to cover it up.

"That sounds rather interesting—" Mo Yefeng drawled out the last syllable, lazily
raising his eyebrows.

"Your subordinate guarantees that this secret will not disappoint you!" What a scoundrel! Mu Qingyou felt truly
sorry for herself. She never imagined she would one day utter such sycophantic words.

"Very well, I will believe you for now." Mo Yefeng gestured for him to stand up. "
There's another reason why I won't kill you today." His dark eyes, filled with a malicious curiosity about the boy's true nature, concealed a hidden agenda as
Mo Yefeng pretended to invite him to discuss important matters.

"Your Majesty, please speak—" Mu Qingyou answered outwardly without hesitation, but inwardly she groaned, wondering if...
"What kind of perverted thing is this...?"

"You've seen everything today, and you understand what kind of person I, Demon Night Wind King, am. As my
personal guard, you'll encounter similar situations many times in the future." The Prince gently approached Mu Qingyou,
patting his thin shoulder as if issuing a warning.

"To be honest, even your brother, Mu Jue, I've never shared such a private moment. But
since saw it and were able to bear it, it's clear my judgment was correct; you are indeed a young man unlike any other."

He continued, "Go on, I'm listening." Mu Qingyou pricked up her ears, waiting for his next words. He spoke so sweetly, but
wasn't he just implying that she shouldn't adopt worldly views and look at his bullying of her sister with prejudice, and that
she should keep his mouth shut? She could do that; she only felt disgusted to begin with. Gossiping was suicidal;
she wasn't stupid.

"As for what I asked you to do, you'll find out soon enough. Now, accompany me back to my palace—I'll
personally teach you how to find your way." He seemed to have triggered some mechanism, and the cold iron door started moving again, slowly
rising upwards. Watching the scenery at the cave entrance gradually come into view, Mu Qingyou couldn't help but let out a long
sigh.

The outside world… she was finally alive to see it again.

Chapter 16.

Leaving the cave and following behind this man, Mu Qingyou finally understood what it meant
to
find a way out. Mo Yefeng led her through all the places she had been before. However, what seemed like dead ends to her were actually wide, winding paths that he had cleverly created.

Sulking alone, Mu Qingyou cursed herself for not even understanding a simple, circuitous route. Seeing the displeasure in his
eyes , Mo Yefeng chuckled and gently pressed down on his furrowed brow. "Don't blame yourself. Secret places have
their reasons for not being easily discovered. Even a seasoned
assassin like me, familiar with the palace's layout, wouldn't be able to get out, let alone a newcomer like you."

Startled by his overly intimate gesture, Mu Qingyou involuntarily took a step back. She had long known he was a
capricious man, with a split personality and a wicked nature. However, his sudden display of brotherly affection
was still hard for her to accept.

"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly so afraid of me?" Raising his handsome eyebrows, Mo Yefeng
asked nonchalantly, as if he had expected her reaction.

"I wouldn't dare. I have always held Your Majesty in deep awe." She cupped her hands in a respectful gesture, but anyone with
a brain could tell she was being disingenuous. Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger; no matter what happens,
it's always good to have flattering words on your lips.

"Heh, a clever little fellow!" His chin curved in a handsome arc, Mo Yefeng glanced at the young man beside him,
his smile deepening in his dark eyes. Compared to women of breathtaking beauty, this young man was far more interesting. He was intelligent and
mysterious, perfectly suited to his taste. This further solidified his belief that not killing him earlier was the right thing to do.

After walking for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, servants began to move about. Bright
palace lanterns , illuminating everything within sight despite the late hour.

"We've arrived. This is my royal palace. From now on, you will serve here." Passing through the long corridor, Mo
Yefeng stopped before a very spacious hall.

Mu Qingyou looked up and saw various colored curtains hanging from the beams, swaying
and rising in the wind, reaching the ground, sometimes intertwining and tangling together. The dazzling display made it impossible for her to see clearly.

"Where...is the way?" she asked blankly.

She glanced at him, and Xiao Wang smirked, "There's no way."

"Then, where's the door?" she asked again.

He shook his head again, "There's no door."

"Then how do we get in?"

"Hahaha!" Seeing the boy's confused face, Mo Yefeng was in high spirits. He reached out and grabbed Mu Qingyou by the back of his collar,
using his lightness skill to suddenly leap upwards with him, "Just like that, we'll go in!" Feeling

like a piece of merchandise, he was being carried by the man towards the layers of curtains. Mu Qingyou screamed in fright,
forgetting he knew martial arts, and clung to Xiao Wang's shoulders with both hands and feet, letting him carry him around on the fabric . Looking at the panicked boy clinging to him like an octopus, Mo Yefeng found it amusing. At the moment of landing, he deliberately pushed Mu Qingyou away from his thin body, and with a force that aimed at the square bathtub embedded in the ground not far away. With a 'plop,' Mu Qingyou fell squarely into the steaming water , quickly sinking to the bottom. "Ah... Help! I can't swim!" The pool was a converted natural hot spring, its depth custom-made for Mo Yefeng's tall stature. For Mu Qingyou, the bottom was impossible to reach. She struggled to surface several times, only to sink again. She swallowed several mouthfuls of warm water, causing her consciousness to blur. Mo Yefeng sat leisurely on his soft couch, enjoying Mu Qingyou's disheveled state as she fell into the water, and gleefully realized that torturing him was far more entertaining than the crueler tortures he usually inflicted on others. What to do? He probably never wanted to leave this kid again. "Find your own way to climb out. Why are you acting like a woman? How can someone so useless be my guard?" Mo Yefeng leisurely poured himself a cup of tea, looking at the boy in the pool. Easier said than done... Besides the difficulty breathing and the fact that the man who should have saved her was just sitting there making sarcastic remarks , Mu Qingyou was even more worried about the prolonged soaking in hot water. The mask on her face would fall off . Chapter 17 What to do? Feeling increasingly difficult to breathe, Mu Qingyou suddenly had an idea and immediately let herself sink to the bottom of the pool without struggling anymore. Mo Yefeng, who had been sipping his fragrant tea with his head down, didn't hear the splashing sound and curiously raised his head. But he saw that the surface of the pool was calm, as if no one had fallen into the water. "Trying this 'playing hard to get' trick with me?" He put down his teacup, guessing that the other party deliberately sank to the bottom of the water so that he would mistakenly think that he had drowned and go to save him. Heh heh, this little guy is still too green to fight with me.

Although he roughly knew what the other person was thinking, he mentally calculated the time. After all this
effort, even if he pretended to drown, Mu Qingyou would probably be quite drunk. He also
wanted a hot bath after their passionate encounter, so he removed his clothes, revealing his strong, naked body, and leaped into the bath.

The warm water instantly enveloped him, and he casually swam around, trying to find the missing
little . However, after searching back and forth, the water swirling and rising in wisps of steam, there was no
sign of Mu Qingyou.

Gone? Xiao Wang stopped searching and stood up from the bottom of the pool. Fresh rose petals floated in the water,
which was a rich, milky white due to its mineral-rich nature. From the surface, no
one could be seen.

"Martial artist?" Mo Yefeng called softly.

No one answered.

"Young man?" he called again, but still, silence.

The vast palace seemed to hold only him.

To be honest, he was starting to feel afraid.

Not afraid of being suddenly ambushed and losing his life, but afraid of never seeing him again—that
boy. Only a single day had passed… Perhaps even Mo Yefeng himself hadn't realized how important Mu Qingyou had become to
him .

“Mu Qingyou!” He finally called out his name, as if that would have more impact. “Come out! Or
I'll slaughter your entire Mu family!” He spat out these words through gritted teeth, Mo Yefeng's patience nearly exhausted.

Suddenly, his eyes were gently covered by a pair of hands. Mu Qingyou's soft voice sounded in his ear as he leaned against the pool,
“Since you're afraid of losing me, then don't throw me into the water.”

What? Mo Yefeng was stunned. He had already climbed out? Wasn't he just standing by the bath, playfully covering
his eyes?

Grabbing his wrist fiercely, Mo Yefeng forcefully pulled him into the pool. Mu Qingyou wasn't going to back down either. Her
legs precisely hooked around Xiao Wang's strong waist, refusing to let herself fall even an inch.

"I won't let you succeed again," she said, raising her face, her small eyes fixed on Mo Yefeng.

Caught tightly between the boy's legs, their private parts rubbed against each other. Neither could feel the other's reaction, but
Mo Yefeng himself was naked. For some reason, his glare made his desire swell rapidly, as if coated
with an aphrodisiac , standing erect and pressing against Mu Qingyou's crotch.

The teasing atmosphere turned awkward, and Mu Qingyou looked at Xiao Wang in surprise. "You…" she began,
but didn't finish her sentence.

In the moment of near suffocation in the water, she suddenly remembered something someone had taught her. After falling into the water, never
panic and struggle; it would only make you sink deeper. Hold your breath and relax your body. Even if you start to sink,
you'll eventually float to the surface using buoyancy. After calming down and following her instructions, it worked. While
Mo Yefeng was drinking tea, she reached out and grabbed the pool wall, using her light-footed skill to flip herself out of the water silently,
then secretly hid behind one of the curtains. She did this simply

because she couldn't swallow the anger of being teased by him, so she wanted to pretend to disappear and scare him. Little did she know,
his anger wasn't just simple; even his 'that' seemed to be on the
verge of .

"What did you just say to me..." Her deep black eyes met his
small eyes, which had just revealed a sharp, cat-like gaze, and her rough hands quietly tightened their grip on his shoulders.

"I... didn't say anything." Biting her lower lip, Mu Qingyou denied it, deciding not to give him a chance to frame her.

"You said 'you' to me, instead of... 'King'?" He had no intention of letting her off the hook, his
handsome face cold, his bronze muscles pressing closer to Mu Qingyou's body.

"That was a slip of the tongue."

"Do you know... that slip of the tongue could cost you your head." Disregarding his reply, Mo Yefeng
snorted coldly.

On the surface, he was questioning the proper etiquette between ruler and subject with the young man. In reality, Mo Yefeng simply wanted to avoid the
'abnormal' feeling of reacting to a boy.

Back in the Qilin Kingdom, he knew that some high-ranking officials enjoyed keeping male concubines for lewd pleasure.
Not to mention the ancient texts about homosexuality. However, he never considered himself a bisexual monster. Even if he were, he should seek out fair-skinned boys, not be aroused by
an ordinary-looking boy like this . Just as they were at an impasse, a servant's voice came from outside, "Your Majesty, the beauties have arrived. Please inspect them." Perfect timing! Mo Yefeng and Mu Qingyou both cheered inwardly. Casually grabbing Mu Qingyou by the collar, Mo Yefeng led him out of the water. Ignoring the lingering lust in his groin, he pointed to the blue curtains on the right side of the bed, saying, "That's your room behind. Since you need to protect me closely, you can't go too far. You can change your clothes and take a bath first. Once you 're have a servant take you to the Xieyang Palace to see me. I'll show you something interesting." "Yes, Your Highness." Chapter 18. After leaving the palace, Mu Qingyou looked down at his disheveled and soaking wet state. He touched the mask stuck to his cheek—thankfully, it hadn't come off. Following his directions, he lifted a corner of the blue curtains and went inside, discovering a surprisingly spacious and secluded room. The clean and tidy room had an antique wooden bed in the center, its elegant grain and warm color complementing the surroundings. A teapot sat on the table, its contents warm to the touch, indicating it had been prepared. The room was large, with a pear wood-framed screen embroidered with a beauty emerging from her bath placed in one corner. Behind the screen was a bamboo bathtub, facing a faucet. Pulling out the cork released hot water from the spout . Mu Qingyou had never seen such a design before; the designer was truly thoughtful. Overall, Mu Qingyou was very satisfied with her new residence. However, looking around, she noticed the entire room was enclosed by dark blue curtains. Could it be that the Prince Xiao's palace was just a silk city built on flat ground?

Although silk can be very thick and heavy, wouldn't it freeze people to death in winter? Filled with this curiosity, she
approached a wall of curtains and reached out to gently push it.

Huh? It wouldn't budge!

A thought struck Mu Qingyou, and she tried pushing it back and forth along all four sides. She then discovered that behind some of these curtains were solid
walls, while others were just air. In a room with curtains on all four sides, three sides had hidden walls behind them, and
the one without a wall naturally served as a door.

Truly remarkable… she thought to herself. Such a vast palace. No doors, no paths, just
a dazzling array of curtains everywhere. You follow a color, thinking you've found an exit, only to find a cold
wall behind it. If she were to cautiously grope her way forward like this, who knows when she would reach the Prince's bed. Even if
she relied on her inner strength and light-footed skills to move forward, it would be useless if she didn't know the way. If she were to crash headfirst into a wall, she'd surely
be bleeding !

Thinking this, she found it amusing. While uncorking the tub to fill it with water, she removed
her wet clothes. Naked, she stepped into the tub and leaned against the edge, letting out a satisfied sigh.

That Prince Xiao! He really went to great lengths to protect himself from assassins.

She submerged her head in the water, gently peeling off the mask with the warmth. When she lifted her head, her face was
now exquisitely beautiful.

Chapter 19

Mu Qingyou bathed carefully, meticulously washing every inch of her skin. Because she knew in her heart that
from now on, she was no longer the Mu Qingyou who longed for her brother to return and talk to her. She was now a young man
, a warrior. She had taken her brother's place as Prince Xiao's bodyguard, and from now on, she would shoulder
Mu Jue's original responsibility—to give herself and her family lasting happiness.

And there was one more thing. Something she would rather bury deep in her heart and never think of again, yet she had to face it.
That person—the one who always appeared beside her with an elegant yet indifferent smile, a warm
presence, when she was all alone. He was the most treasured, and most private, memory in her mind…

Lost in thought for a moment, Mu Qingyou sighed. She braced herself against the edge of the tub and stepped out.

Carefully tying her hair up, she took out the clothes specially prepared for the Prince Xiao's personal guards from the cabinet. She
put on her mask , tightened the collar, and stepped gracefully out of the room.

The servants arranged by Mo Yefeng had been waiting outside for a long time, and quickly went to greet Mu Qingyou upon seeing her.

“Martial Arts Master, please follow me. The King is waiting for you in the Sunset Palace.”

Martial Arts Master? Mu Qingyou suppressed the urge to laugh and nodded calmly.

Following behind the servant, Mu Qingyou noticed he was always hunched over, carefully watching his step, as if afraid
of accidentally stepping into the wrong direction.

"You... know the way?" she couldn't help but ask.

"I've been serving His Majesty with chores, so naturally I know the way to His Majesty's palace,"
the servant answered respectfully, without stopping. The two of them moved one after the other through the many colorful curtains,
the oppressive sense of disorientation no less than navigating a death maze.

"Then could you tell me how to get there?" The other man still didn't turn around. "I'm sorry, Master. The way to His Majesty's palace is different

for everyone of different status . You are His Majesty's personal guard; you only need to stay by His Majesty's side. You don't need to find your own way." A subtle refusal mixed with a barely audible warning. Mu Qingyou frowned, looking at this seemingly insignificant servant, and said nothing more. Judging from his tone, he seemed to have followed Mo Yefeng for a long time, and had picked up some of his suspicious nature. Looking around, she felt strange, but could n't quite put her finger on why. Seeing him like this, she realized the Prince Xiao's cunning was truly extraordinary. His wariness was unfathomable . She had intended to secretly memorize the path she had taken, but the colorful curtains seemed to shift. Even though she had just passed one, the color had changed when she looked back. It seemed that besides the walls that blurred the lines between reality and illusion, there were probably mechanisms like those based on the Five Elements. What kind of past did he have? His enemies could easily administer a powerful soul-destroying poison to his favorite woman, intending to kill him unknowingly in pleasure. And his hatred made him so guarded, isolating anyone he didn't know in this strange maze. All of this had nothing to do with Mu Qingyou. But she was very curious. Leaving the Xiao King's palace, she walked several hundred meters, passing through a garden decorated with artificial hills, pavilions, and flowing water. Mu Qingyou finally arrived at the Xieyang Palace, as Mo Yefeng had mentioned. Although named a palace, it was actually a terrace built on a high place. At dusk, one could see the setting sun, which veered off the horizon, from here, hence the name Xieyang (Setting Sun). Looking at the man standing on the high platform, watching his long hair flutter in the evening breeze and his robes billowing , she momentarily thought she was witnessing a legend. He looked radiant after his grooming, exuding a captivating charm with a touch of devilish allure. Completely different from his earlier agitated state while searching for her in the pool. In just a short while, Mo Yefeng had changed into a white royal robe. His clean appearance added a touch of refinement; if one didn't see it for themselves, they would almost forget that their Xiao King was actually a man of both literary and martial talents, possessing beautiful calligraphy and the ability to write timeless masterpieces. He saw her. As she gazed intently at a side of him she had never seen before, a side he had never revealed to her before, his gaze also fell upon her. His thin lips moved slightly, uttering two words, "Come up." The sound was inaudible, only the shape of his lips was faintly visible. Using her light-footed skill, she leaped onto the high platform, landing precisely beside Mo Yefeng, standing shoulder to shoulder with him. "You're so slow, young man." Without looking at him again, Mo Yefeng simply sat down on the dragon throne prepared to the side . "If the King hadn't thrown me into the water, perhaps it would have been faster." Speaking her mind without any hesitation, Mu Qingyou wasn't worried about offending him. Sure enough, Mo Yefeng simply smiled faintly. In his view, a clever child throwing a tantrum was nothing to worry about.

Not bad. After all, there aren't many people who dare to throw a tantrum at the king.

"Your Majesty, may we begin now?" A servant who had been waiting on the side saw that the people the king was waiting for had
arrived , so he stepped forward and carefully asked for permission.

"Let them in." Mo Yefeng leaned back slightly in the soft chair, casually picking up a
white jade .

"Warrior, pour wine for me." He deliberately handed the empty cup to Mu Qingyou, a barely perceptible
smile playing on his thin lips.

"Yes." Mu Qingyou filled the cup in his hand, watching him bring it to his lips with satisfaction and take a sip. He truly
regretted not putting some poison under the noodles that would make him wish he were dead.

This damned man, deliberately making fun of him.

At this moment, five or six exceptionally beautiful women, with graceful, swaying steps, came one after another to the king
, standing obediently in a row.

Among them, some were pure and beautiful, some were shy and charming, and some were stunningly beautiful... Each woman
was superior beauty, each with her own captivating charm.

Mu Qingyou saw the flush on their faces and understood three or four parts of the story.

Could it be that she was to participate in the selection of palace maids to serve the emperor...?

Chapter 20

"Come here." Narrowing his dark eyes, Mo Yefeng looked at these stunning beauties and his gaze fell on one of the women in a
purple dress. The woman was extremely alluring, and every smile and frown exuded a seductive charm. Especially
her lips, which were subtly upturned, seemed to say with each murmur, "Come here, come here..."

Noticing that the Prince Xiao was staring at her intently, the woman did not show the shyness of an ordinary girl. Instead, she
slowly raised her long eyelashes and deliberately released her soft charm with her large, watery eyes. She
gently nodded and gracefully swayed her waist as she came to the Prince Xiao's side.

"Your Majesty—" A soft voice escaped from her cherry-like lips. She deliberately pouted her red lips, making herself
appear as if she were waiting for a man's kiss.

"You—what's your name?" Long, slender fingers lifted the woman's chin, the touch revealing
its delicate smoothness. Without hesitation, Mo Yefeng continued to
caress and .

"Your Majesty, my name is Hanxiao."

"Han, Xiao?" He glanced at her thoughtfully, noticing her lips curving even more alluringly. He laughed loudly,
reaching out close, completely disregarding the others present. He simply embraced the beauty tightly,
lowering his head to press his thin lips to hers.

"Mmm…uh…" Hanxiao was caught off guard, her breath suddenly sealed by the domineering Xiao Wang. She
felt him relentlessly biting and kissing her tender lips, his hot breath washing over her face, making her
feel hot all over. She felt his large hand tear open her shirt, slipping into her pocket and grasping
her high, full breasts. His long tongue also forced its way through her teeth, engaging in a deep, passionate kiss.

"Mmm...mmm..." His tongue was wrapped around hers in a passionate kiss in public, her smiling
face flushing crimson, her breathing becoming rapid.

Mu Qingyou coldly watched their actions, feeling utterly bored. Looking around, she saw that the unrelated
servants had already wisely left. Only the remaining women, not embraced and kissed by Mo Yefeng, remained, their
faces a mixture of fear and envy. "

Looks like I'm superfluous here?"

Mu Qingyou awkwardly smoothed her still-damp hair, pondering whether she should follow the
servants and leave early as well. Before she could even take a small step to the side, a hoarse voice quickly
followed, "Martial artist, where are you going?"

"I just felt that as your guard, I should excuse myself at such a private moment," she politely
replied.

"No need. Haven't we shared even more private moments before...?" Looking at him mischievously,
Mo Yefeng hinted at his encounter with Princess Fuyun in the secret cave. He was already calmly
seated on the dragon throne. Hanxiao, nestled in his arms, lay obediently on his lap like a kitten, enjoying his
gentle caresses.

"I summoned you here today to let you choose a maid. Look, there are women of all kinds of charm.
You might be lonely staying in the palace, and I want you to be." With a magnanimous wave of his hand, Mo
Yefeng pointed to the row of stunning beauties.

What? He cared so much about this young man's feelings. Even his needs were considered by Mo Yefeng
. He wanted him to stay in the palace completely and devotedly, by his side.

Mu Qingyou was startled.

He wanted her to find a woman? That was ridiculous; wouldn't that expose everything? She wasn't so desperate as to rush to reveal
her true identity as a woman.

"Your Highness, Qingyou doesn't need a woman," she said earnestly, stepping forward.

"Oh?" Raising an eyebrow, Mo Yefeng glanced at him with interest.

"Every man needs a woman, especially someone as vigorous as you are. Don't be shy about saying it
." Thinking he was uncomfortable discussing love between men and women in front of him, Mo Yefeng
unusually patiently explained.

"Qingyou is serious," she said through gritted teeth, continuing to insist on her opinion.

Without responding, Mo Yefeng gave him a quiet look, then winked at the girls.

The beauties understood and stepped forward, surrounding Mu Qingyou from all sides. Their small hands
began to grope her body.

“Brother Wuzhe, don’t be like this. Look at Ying’er, am I not beautiful?” A girl buried her face
in Mu Qingyou’s chest.

“That’s right, if one isn’t enough, all of us are willing to serve you, what do you say?” Another girl also
coquettishly pulled her hand, swaying it from side to side, and began to plead with her.

“Ladies, please have some self-respect. I am not worthy of such treatment.” Seeing that soft tactics were ineffective, Mu Qingyou’s patience had
almost worn out. Without showing any mercy, he swept aside the women’s attempts to pull him away, and retreated alone to the side,
looking at Xiao Wang expressionlessly.

“Not satisfied?” Without continuing to persuade him, Mo Yefeng simply took off Hanxiao’s top and belly button.
He casually toyed with the woman's beautiful breasts. His
manner, as if treating her as a worthless plaything, made Mu Qingyou's gaze grow even colder.

Chapter 21

"Your Majesty, women are not playthings for sexual gratification. Women are human beings too, with their own thoughts and loves.
They only want to be touched by men they love. I don't want women who aren't truly loved."
Finally, she uttered the words she had been wanting to say, feeling a lump in her throat.

But this pleasure didn't last long, until she saw the man who had been kneading Hanxiao's nipples
stop because of her words. Only then did Mu Qingyou realize the rash mistake she had made.

A terrible silence fell around them.

The women looked at each other, first in bewildered astonishment, then one by one
lowering their heads, their faces showing desolation. Even Hanxiao, who was enjoying the caresses of the Prince, fell silent after
hearing Mu Qingyou's words. The so-called pleasure was instantly replaced by a sense of humiliation, a surrender to fate, and she could only
bite her red lips to keep the tears from falling.

Yes—what did they have? Nothing more than playthings for men. Fighting and struggling,
blooming , all they could captivate was a heartless man. He was fickle, cold-blooded, and never
lingered over any single person. They had heard all this, but because of their beauty, none of them could escape
it. They were still presented to Lord Liu like lifeless gold and silver jewels, to be defiled.

In the eyes of Prince Xiao, this was what women were. Cheap, and easily obtained.

Hanxiao's body was forcefully pushed away. She rolled twice on the ground, then grabbed her clothes to cover her
bare breasts and retreated to the side.

Mo Yefeng stood up, his narrow black eyes fixed on Mu Qingyou's slightly pale face. He
approached her step by step at a torturous pace, his imposing aura carrying a deathly threat. He was
completely , his face expressionless.

Sometimes, having nothing is more terrifying than having something, because you never know
how fierce the undercurrents are hidden behind that seemingly calm surface.

"Your Majesty..." Mu Qingyou called softly, feeling her fear creep in.

She wasn't usually a timid person. But being stared at like that, without blinking, would
terrify anyone.

What kind of gaze was that—anger, doubt, bloodlust, and aggression...
Even the dense killing intent emanating from his tall frame.

What did he want to do? Kill her?

She involuntarily backed away until her back hit the railing of the pavilion.

"I originally wanted to make you happy, you know that." Getting closer, Mo Yefeng was like a
demon straight out of hell. His icy chill pressed against the thin body of the boy before her.

"I..." Mu Qingyou opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"But what you say sounds like a complaining woman." A large, bronze hand slapped her shoulders, and
Mu Qingyou immediately felt an irresistible pressure pushing her backward.

Silently staring at this powerful prince, Mu Qingyou offered a weak resistance with her eyes.

"Don't you like the way I want women?" Mo Yefeng looked at her sadly. "But
I will never be close to only one woman who has me in her heart, as you say."

At this moment, Mu Qingyou's body had already leaned back more than halfway over the railing. If he exerted just a little more force, she
would surely fall off the not-so-low terrace and be seriously injured.

"Because, I don't have love." Close to Mu Qingyou's ear, Mo Yefeng murmured these
last words. Then, after giving her a deep look, he withdrew his grip and turned to leave.

Only Mu Qingyou's limp body remained, slowly collapsing along the railing to the ground, unable to move an
inch for a long time.

"Guards, let the warriors witness what 'love' truly means to me!" He swaggered
back throne, the hem of his robe billowing in the wind, accentuating his wicked and unrestrained laughter.
The pure white color no longer conveyed his tranquil and refined aura; instead, its ominously cleanliness
fueled his urge to defile.

At his command, several burly men quickly entered the room and, without a word,
roughly forced the women to the ground, ruthlessly tearing at their clothes.

"Ah! What are you doing?! No…"

"Help… Ah! Don't do this…"

Mu Qingyou stared wide-eyed at the scene before her. The women were quickly
stripped naked. Some were forced to spread their legs and clamp them around the men's waists, accepting their deep penetration. Some were turned around
and forced to lie face down on the ground, their buttocks dragged up like dogs as men violently thrust into them from behind
. The woman who had just been leaning against her chest was now cruelly lifted up, her back pressed against a stone pillar, hanging
from a man and being ravaged in the same way.

These men were strong and muscular. Their erect penises
thrust in and , devoid of any emotion, driven only by lust, producing lewd sounds.

Mu Qingyou wanted to close her eyes, but she didn't have the strength. A part of her body felt hollow,
the women's pleas for mercy and the men's heavy breathing pounding against her
heart .

Gradually, these sounds seemed to fade away. Only the cold
, merciless laughter of Mo Yefeng continued to echo in the empty surroundings…

She met his gaze and knew he was punishing her in the most depraved way. He looked at her, so
smug, so cruel. His eyes seemed to say, "See? This is love. This is how it is between men and women
."

Unable to refute, Mu Qingyou felt her eyelids growing heavier and heavier. After a brief struggle, she
obediently closed her eyes and lost consciousness.

Chapter 22

"Ah...ah..." In the cool, secluded cave, a passionate love scene was unfolding within the secret chamber. Huangfu Fu
Yun clung tightly to the man thrusting wildly against her, her moans rising in waves, a testament to
his ferocity.

"How is it? Little Yun, does it feel good, hmm?" Mo Yefeng licked the nipples of the woman he had pressed against the stone wall
, his penis thrusting even harder.

Withdraw, insert, withdraw, insert again.

The rhythm, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, caused Huangfu Fuyun's fully stretched vagina to slowly experience an unbearable itch,
requiring something hot and hard to soothe it.

"Hit me! Hit me! Hmm... Brother, hit me harder!" the woman cried, spreading her snow-white thighs
wider, her naked body trembling against the cold rock wall, her swollen vagina
dripping .

"Little slut, tell me! Do you like it when your brother fucks you hard with his big cock!" Mo Yefeng thrust into Huangfu
Fuyun's , twisting his narrow hips and beginning to sway. The purplish-red hot iron repeatedly thrust in and out,
rubbing the two petals even more vividly. The pleasure of being tightly sucked by her silky passage made Mo Yefeng pant heavily
and let out a beast-like growl.

"I like it... ah... I like it! Little sister likes to suck brother's big meat stick with her lower body..."
Shameless lewd moans escaped from the woman's small mouth. As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately felt the thrusting force increase.

Watching the full breasts bouncing up and down in front of him, Mo Yefeng raised
his hands . He only relied on the pressure of their bodies and the intercourse of their lower bodies to keep Fuyun's body from
sliding down.

"Hehe, I've only done it to you a few times, and you can't live without your brother anymore?" His dark eyes wickedly glanced at
the beauty , seeing her flushed cheeks filled with lust, and saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth that she couldn't swallow in time. That
lewd appearance made his penis swell even more.

Satisfied, he carried her to the stone bed and lay back down. Even as they walked, his penis remained inside
her, rapidly thrusting in and out with small, rhythmic movements.

"Ugh... um!" he groaned, increasing the arc of his thrusts, churning her flowing fluids into fine white
foam. The sounds of their impact echoed throughout the cave. Mo Yefeng, supporting Fuyun's shoulders, positioned them in a woman
-on-top position.

"Brother's tired, it's your turn to ride me," he wickedly commanded, leaning back and
supporting as he watched their bodies unite. He admired the beautiful sight of his penis being sucked in and out of her vagina.

"Oh... umm... so big, Yun'er feels so good being fucked by brother..." Twisting her slender waist, she sat
between Mo Yefeng's legs, moving up and down obediently. Huangfu Fuyun rode her brother obediently, her high-frequency movements
and passionate cries suggesting she was insatiably masturbating with his penis.

After riding the man beneath her for a while, she felt her clitoris growing increasingly itchy. She couldn't help but
writhe , her vagina tightly gripping the huge penis, using her waist to draw '8' shapes back and forth on his body.

"Hmm...ha...ah!" Seeing Huangfu Fuyun's eyes roll slightly upwards, Mo Yefeng knew her
climax was approaching. With a swift flip, he pinned the woman beneath him again. Spreading her thighs and draping them over
his shoulders, Mo Yefeng thrust his penis deep into her already twitching vagina.
Each thrust went all the way in, then he pulled it all the way out, vigorously pumping between her legs. Finally, after being
thrust into dozens of times, his dragon head pounded deep into her flower core, and Fuyun screamed as she reached her climax…

“You’re satisfied, but your brother is still hard,” Mo Yefeng sneered, glancing at her without a second thought, showing no pity for her still immersed
in the afterglow of her orgasm. He continued thrusting his penis, buried deep within her spasming vagina, into her. “Look
, your brother is being sucked so tightly. You can’t bear to part with me, can you, my dear Yun’er?”

Without waiting for her reply, Mo Yefeng pressed her legs against his chest, rubbing them against her nipples, while his expression turned
sinister as he rapidly thrust his lower body into her vagina. He continued like this, thrusting hundreds more times,
until finally let out a low growl and pulled out his penis, ejaculating his hot semen onto Huangfu Fuyun’s body.

Ignoring the passionate heat of the scene within the secret chamber, Mu Qingyou stood guard at the entrance, completely oblivious to
how far the brother and sister had gone in their activities. She leaned lazily against the cave entrance, one leg crossed over the other
. She idly cracked sunflower seeds from a pre-prepared bag.

To be honest, Huangfu Fuyun truly left her speechless.

Just a moment ago, this woman was desperately struggling and cursing the man who tried to violate her as a beast and a pervert; now,
after being "trained" a few times by Mo Yefeng, she was shouting, "I want it! I want it!" They say a woman's heart is unfathomable, but this was
n't thing she could be.

These past two days, Mo Yefeng had been coming here to have his way with his own sister, and she, unfortunately, had become
his attendant, following him in and out. Looking at Huangfu Fuyun's submissive nature,
Mu Qingyou wouldn't be surprised if she were brought into his bedchamber and appointed as a concubine. She

truly didn't understand what was so good about that kind of thing between men and women. It could make a person completely abandon morality and
nature, seeking only physical satisfaction. The Prince Xiao was a master in bed, that much was
undeniable. But at this moment, her mind had more important things to consider.

The fear she felt when she fainted in the Sunset Palace that day still lingered in her mind. But
who carried her back to her room afterward? She couldn't figure it out, nor could she get an answer from the servants who were there. They
all said they didn't know or see anything. But she was definitely half-asleep, feeling someone gently hold her in their arms like
a piece of glass . That familiar scent, that gentle touch, couldn't have been just her
imagination.

Was it him…? Thinking

of that person, Mu Qingyou clenched her fists, her heart pounding, making her feel both nervous and excited like a little girl . Only he would hold her like that, as if she were the most precious treasure in the world . But that seemed absolutely impossible. He wouldn't be here, never again. Forever and ever —she lowered her head sadly, a surge of emotion choking her throat. She couldn't cry, but she wanted to cry so badly. "What are you thinking about?" A gentle, deep voice appeared unexpectedly behind her. Without turning around, there was no one else but Prince Xiao.

"It's nothing." Composing herself, she handed him the bag. "Want some?"

Mo Yefeng walked slowly to him, his brow furrowed. "You're
eating melon seeds ?" This kid really knew how to create surprises for him, not only liking to talk back but also being incredibly audacious.

"Because I have nothing else to do." Shrugging, Mu Qingyou made sure she wasn't about to cry
before looking at him.

Ever since she fainted in the Sunset Palace that day, Mo Yefeng had treated her like a different person. Not only
did he not pursue her insubordination, but he also never mentioned that day again. Letting her go so easily
surprised Mu Qingyou.

"Now you have something to do." Mo Yefeng smiled and patted her shoulder. "Go feed Yun'er some water; she's
tired of crying."

Looking at his handsome yet unpredictable smile, Mu Qingyou could tell that the Prince was in a good mood today. Perhaps it was
because Huangfu Fuyun no longer resisted him. These brother and sister, both oddballs.

Entering the secret chamber, Mu Qingyou poured a glass of water from the table and lifted Princess Huangfu Fuyun's head, bringing the rim of the glass to her lips.
"Princess, drink some water."

Looking at the woman covered in red marks and handprints, Mu Qingyou sighed softly. Hearing this
faint sigh, Huangfu Fuyun, whose eyes had been tightly closed, suddenly opened them and stared intently at
the young man dressed as a guard who was feeding her water.

"What do you want to say?" Perhaps it was a shared understanding between women, but Mu Qingyou brought her ear close to her
lips.

Seemingly hesitant, as if considering whether to believe the young man before her, Huangfu
Fuyun moved her lips and softly uttered two words, "Save—me—"

Startled, Mu Qingyou instinctively turned to check if Mo Yefeng was beside her.

Fortunately, he was still standing at the cave entrance, seemingly doing something.

"I am powerless." Looking into her pleading eyes, Mu Qingyou could only softly refuse.

“No,” Huangfu Fuyun shook his head, “You can have anything you want, as long as you put in a little effort, I
have a way to escape back to my country…” Reaching out to grab Mu Qingyou’s sleeve, she leaned closer and pleaded
, “Please, help me… He, is a demon…”

It turned out that all the so-called changes were just the princess’s obsequious flattery; this woman had been patiently
waiting for the right opportunity to escape.

After a moment’s hesitation, Mu Qingyou didn’t rush to shake off the princess’s hand. This deepened the woman’s hope, and she
seized the opportunity to continue, “Any conditions are fine, I can give you anything.”

“Okay, I can agree to your request.” Mu Qingyou’s eyes flashed with shrewdness; she
already her own plans.

“Really?” The princess looked at her with delight, but dared not cheer aloud.

“Of course,” Mu Qingyou leaned down and whispered, “but I also need you to do one thing for me.”

“What is it…”

“Help me take two people with me.”

Chapter 23

Huangfu Fuyun disappeared.

Just like that, he vanished silently from the heavily guarded Xiao Wang Palace. No one knew how she
escaped through the cave with its impenetrable iron gate, nor how she found her way out of
the labyrinthine place. Everyone in the palace who knew she was imprisoned in
the Forget-Worry Cave, a place where the Prince of Xiao hid important prisoners, was now dead—except for one.

"You've been staring at me for almost an hour. What do you want to say?" Mu Qingyou crossed her arms, frowning
as she glared at the man whose gaze remained fixed on her.

"What, won't you let me look?" A wicked smile quickly spread across Mo Yefeng's face. He seemed to
have nothing , and hadn't summoned any women. His quiet stay in the palace seemed highly
unusual to Mu Qingyou.

"Is there something you want to ask me?" Deliberately ignoring the suffocating gaze, Mu Qingyou looked at the man
lying on the bed, fiddling with cherries on a jade plate, his eyes never leaving her.
She saw his loosened robes revealing his bronze, muscular skin. His taut muscles revealed that he wasn't as
nonchalant as he appeared.

"Oh?" His narrow eyes narrowed meaningfully as Mo Yefeng brought a cherry to his lips, swirling it with his long tongue
and chewing it slowly. If the saying "thin lips mean no feelings" held some truth, then he must be a rather
cold and ruthless man. But his lips were thin, sexy, and alluring, a shape that tempted one to fall into depravity.

"So, it's my responsibility to know that you have something on your mind?"

Suddenly caught off guard by his resounding words, Mu Qingyou sensed that his gaze was
gradually colder.

So she quickly approached him and knelt on one knee. Like any loyal guard protecting his master, she bowed her head respectfully and said,
word by word , "This subordinate has not deceived Your Majesty in anything. If there is any misunderstanding, please enlighten me."

She didn't dare to raise her head, but Mu Qingyou had already guessed seven or eight parts of the truth.

The worst-case scenario was that he already knew about Huangfu Fuyun's escape. Moreover, it was obvious that
no one else besides herself had the opportunity and ability to do so.

She hadn't actually expected things to go so smoothly. Princess Fuyun had simply asked her to
place a delicately painted porcelain bottle on the coast of Xiao Kingdom and then uncork it. Within two days, assassins from Qilin Kingdom tracked
them down and rescued the princess. It was said to be a tracking spice, colorless and odorless yet capable
of traveling great distances. However, it only worked when placed near water.

The princess's request was truly a simple favor.

Mu Qingyou glanced at the ground, knowing she was roughly on the verge of danger, yet her heart
remained at ease.

Fuyun had kept her promise, taking Mu Jue and Qing'er with her, promising to
treat . This way, she could do what she wanted without worry.

"You really don't know what I'm saying?" His voice held a warning tinged with impending storm. Mo
Yefeng brushed aside the fruit plate and sat up, supporting himself on the bed.

"This subordinate truly does not know," Mu Qingyou insisted, insisting he had done nothing. "If..."

"Shh—" Impatiently interrupting him, Mo Yefeng put a finger to his lips
, signaling him to stop talking. Then, he grabbed Mu Qingyou's hair and pulled it towards him.

Mu Qingyou felt his hair being torn from his scalp; the pain forced him
to stumble , landing awkwardly in front of Mo Yefeng. They were so close that she could kiss his smooth
chin with just a slight tilt of her head.

"If it's a lie, then there's no need to say more." Mo Yefeng said coldly, gripping his hair tightly and pulling him back sharply
, forcing the boy to look up at his face.

"Tell me, where is she?" His nose was almost touching Mu Qingyou's, his dark eyes filled with restrained anger. It was as if
he would be torn to pieces if he didn't speak.

“You’ve never been so lenient with me.” In this urgent moment, Mu Qingyou laughed instead. “Why
are you so flustered today?”

There was no point in pretending anymore; she was actually quite happy to see this devil
so out of control.

“Hahahaha!” Seeing him finally admit it, Mo Yefeng laughed instead of getting angry. Releasing his
grip , his eyes gleamed with a curious excitement.

“Tell me, have you taken a liking to her? Or did she use some despicable means to seduce you, making you betray me
like this ?” His long, black, silky hair swayed in front of him, making him appear even more
alluring.

Mo Yefeng scrutinized the disheveled boy, seeing that he wasn’t blushing or out of breath, clearly wary yet
deeply , his excitement intensified.

“No.” Mu Qingyou disregarded the formalities between ruler and subject, standing up abruptly and
brushing off the dust that had accumulated from kneeling.

"You don't need to hide it from me," Mo Yefeng said knowingly. "Besides the lovey-dovey stuff you
always talk about , I can't find any other reason."

"Maybe I just... had some fun." Mu Qingyou shrugged, nonchalantly.

"Fun?" Mo Yefeng stood up, his tall figure swaying before her eyes. "Young man, do you
know what you're saying?"

"Of course I know." Unable to resist challenging him, Mu Qingyou stubbornly replied. With

a cold laugh, Mo Yefeng suddenly reached for the longsword lying to the side, his figure flashing as he precisely stabbed towards Mu
Qingyou's throat.

"Then you'll pay the price for your words!"

Not expecting his sudden attack, Mu Qingyou quickly used her lightness skill to retreat. But she couldn't match his speed
; when she felt her back against the wall, she couldn't help but widen her eyes.

Determined to make this arrogant young man bleed, Mo Yefeng, seeing that he could no longer retreat,
didn't stop his thrusting force.

He knew in his heart that his attack would at most sever his flesh, but it wouldn't be life-threatening.

"Hmm..."

Mu Qingyou groaned, and time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The two stared at each other, falling into silence.

Mo Yefeng felt his sword being held down by something hard, unable to penetrate any further. Turning to look
at Mu Qingyou, he saw that the young man's face showed panic for the first time.

"You—" he spoke first, breaking the silence.

"It's nothing." Mu Qingyou feigned calmness; at this moment, she only wanted to leave this place and this man as soon as possible.

But he wouldn't let her go. Mo Yefeng grabbed her body with unimaginable speed and used his
strength to press her hard against the wall, rendering her unable to move. In the brief moment before Mu Qingyou could stop him, his large hand had already torn open
her collar, and then his eyes stared sinisterly at the metal pressed against her delicate neck.

"Voice-changing lock..." Mo Yefeng said through gritted teeth, each word unbelievable.

"Let me go!" Struggling and twisting her body, Mu Qingyou felt for the first time that her martial arts skills were completely useless
. Pressed down by his masculine body, she could only feel a utterly exhausted weakness.

"Anything else?" Moving closer to her face, Mo Yefeng carefully traced every inch of her skin with his fingers, searching
for what he believed should be there.

Sure enough, at the edge of her hairline, he found a trace of a human skin mask.

"Ouch!" The mask stuck to her face was ruthlessly ripped off by him, and Mu Qingyou couldn't help but
scream. Damn man! This should be softened with hot water and gently peeled off.

It was too late to escape; Mu Qingyou's exquisitely beautiful face was completely reflected in Mo Yefeng's deep
pupils . In his eyes, she saw her own reflection in a panic, and—a kind of astonishment
and desire that made her tremble uncontrollably.

Chapter 24

"Don't be like this, let me go, let's talk this out." Mu Qingyou feigned composure,
speaking to Mo Yefeng with a negotiating air. She repeatedly reminded herself to stay calm!
Don't let him control you! Her torn collar revealed a large expanse of snow-white skin, her beautiful face flushed
an unnatural red from the earlier panic. Her panting appearance almost made one think she had just undergone extremely vigorous '
exercise '.

"Do you think we can still talk properly after you've deceived me like this?" A wicked laugh seemed
to emanate from deep within his throat. Mo Yefeng gazed at Mu Qingyou with fascination, his body involuntarily heating up.
His calloused fingers gently traced her delicate eyebrows, her long eyelashes, the tip of her firm nose, finally moving to her
rose-petal-like lips. The gentle caresses sent a tingling sensation through Mu Qingyou.

A woman... she was actually a woman...

Feeling the soft touch on his fingertips, Mo Yefeng couldn't help but sigh inwardly. No wonder
he . Even though a man's appearance could deceive his eyes,
their bodies remained completely honest with each other. She was truly beautiful—a veritable fairy sculpted from jade, her beauty
surpassing a thousand times over all the women he had ever possessed. Her beauty was clear and pure, yet held a hint of cunning. Not overly pure...
She was pure, and not just any ordinary seductive woman. To possess her must be a wonderful feeling, right?

Unaware of Mo Yefeng's thoughts, the naked desire in his gaze filled Mu Qingyou with a
chilling fear. This man clearly intended to devour her whole; it would be
strange if she submitted.

Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention, Mu Qingyou kicked his knee with all her might. Satisfied
with the muffled groan he let out, Mu Qingyou swiftly pushed him away, leaping into the air and disappearing
behind a curtain.

"Little liar, you think you can escape?" His voice, like a ghostly whisper, came from behind, and Mu Qingyou
quickened her pace. Although she still hadn't figured out the way out of the Prince Xiao's palace,
she remembered the servant who had led her out the first time saying that different people entered through different paths.
In other words , there was definitely more than one exit. Perhaps she would get lucky and stumble upon it by accident
.

Passing through curtain after curtain, Mu Qingyou felt somewhat disoriented. She ran and leaped, constantly
glancing back to see if Mo Yefeng was following. Strange, there were close footsteps behind her just moments ago!
Why was it so quiet now?

"Looking for me?" She had only turned her head slightly when she bumped solidly into a wall of flesh. A chillingly
seductive voice rang out right next to her ear.

"What? Ugh..." Before Mu Qingyou could react, she felt a tightness around her waist, and she was pulled into
Mo Yefeng's arms. His strength was immense, as if he wanted to meld her entire body into his. Because
he was much taller than her, Mu Qingyou had to stand on tiptoe to prevent his domineering embrace from hurting
her slender waist.

“Don’t waste your energy,” Mo Yefeng buried his head in the woman’s neck, rubbing against her affectionately. “If we were
outside, your not-so-weak martial arts might have been able to find you a way out.”

“But in my palace,” his large hand roamed freely over her body, “even if you grew wings, you
couldn’t escape my grasp.”

He was telling the truth.

This palace was specially designed by him after he became the Prince of Xiao. It was full of traps and illusions,
and only he knew its secrets. If he wanted to trap someone, it would be as easy as turning his hand.

“Tell me, who are you? Is Mu Qingyou really your name?” His thin lips pressed boldly against her cheek,
Mo Yefeng’s hot breath burning Mu Qingyou, making her want to bite him hard.

“Let me go first.” Unwilling to be taken advantage of like this, Mu Qingyou gritted her teeth and pushed him away.

“I won’t let go.” With a light laugh, Mo Yefeng hugged Mu Qingyou tighter and precisely
sucked on her earlobe.

Frustrated by his teasing, Mu Qingyou, quick-witted, lowered her voice and said coldly, "So you
don't want ?"

Sure enough, upon hearing that word, Mo Yefeng's previously frantic actions gradually cooled down. His dark
eyes gazed at her unfathomably, his lips pressed together in silence.

Mu Qingyou quickly pushed him away, taking a few steps back to maintain a safe distance. Mo Yefeng
simply looked at her quietly, without persisting.

She had thought about this reason for a long time. She wasn't actually worried about releasing Princess Fuyun
. When Mo Yefeng caught her spying on him violating his own sister, she had used the lie of knowing a crucial
secret to trick him into letting her go. And after all this time, this man hadn't
questioned her . But that didn't mean she hadn't put the lie out of her mind. She had seriously considered it and consulted Princess Fuyun;
she had indeed grasped some secret information about the Qilin Kingdom. She planned to use these topics to pique Mo Yefeng's
curiosity, and she believed it would succeed.

However, all this meticulous planning was based on the premise that he didn't know she was a woman disguised as a man.
The crime of deceiving the emperor could be serious or minor.

Who was she?

What was her purpose?! What did she mean by disguising herself as a man and lurking beside the Prince of Xiao?

Every question was a charge, and every charge could cost her her life.

Fortunately, she had the foresight to send her brother and sister-in-law away, so she no longer had any worries.

"A secret?" Mo Yefeng looked at her coldly. "You mean the one you mentioned to me in the Cave of Forgetfulness?"

"Exactly." Mu Qingyou quickly straightened her clothes and met his gaze arrogantly. "Let me go, and I
'll tell you."

With a dangerous aura, Mo Yefeng's smile was somewhat sinister. He walked step by step toward Mu Qingyou, and suddenly
reached out and grabbed her delicate chin. "Do you know why I've never mentioned this to you before
?"

Stunned by his question, Mu Qingyou instinctively shook her head.

“Because I’ve never trusted you.” Staring into her eyes, Mo Yefeng’s gaze held a cruelty that could destroy
any innocence.

“Then what… why…” Mu Qingyou had never expected him to say that.

“Because I’m interested in you, not some secret.” Mo Yefeng pulled her into his arms again. His large hands
effortlessly tore open her clothes, revealing a tightly wrapped bodice.

The cloth was wrapped very tightly. He couldn’t help but frown, completely obscuring any hint of a woman’s curves.

His fingertips lingered on the bodice; clearly, this man was considering how to untie it.

“No… don’t do this!” Feeling the only covering on her chest shattered by the man’s impatient internal force,
the cool sensation of her bare upper body caused a mist to well up in Mu Qingyou’s beautiful eyes.

“Don’t resist me, beauty… I will take good care of you.” His deep, magnetic voice seduced her, and Mo
Yefeng unexpectedly sealed several of Mu Qingyou’s acupoints.

"Hmph..." Spitting out a mouthful of thick blood, Mu Qingyou stared wide-eyed at the
wicked .

"Don't be afraid, you'll be alright." Carrying her in his arms, Mo Yefeng
walked towards his bed in the center of the palace.

"It's just that I'll cripple your martial arts for a month." Using his familiarity with the terrain, Mo Yefeng used his lightness skill...
He quickly moved forward and placed the beauty on his bed.

Mu Qingyou felt utterly weak; every breath brought on a nauseating pain that threatened to vomit blood. She
could only watch helplessly as the man before her removed his clothes,
revealing a sculpted, bronze-colored male body with a devilish, aggressive allure…

Help, help me—

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