"Send her back to her own courtyard to stay with Prince Heng's body. That woman killed him extremely quickly; Prince Heng didn't even scream when he died. There shouldn't be any chaos at Prince Heng's mansion tonight; tomorrow is just the beginning of the real show. Let's just wait for the show to start."

Shen Jinchen walked ahead, constantly rubbing his strangely feeling hand, and forced himself to remain calm as he gave instructions.

"Good! I suppose even Prince Heng didn't expect that after ten years of planning, he would have accomplished nothing before that witch snatched his prize away and he would instantly become a ghost in hell. I wonder if he'll be so angry that he won't want to be reincarnated."

Shang Se clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Witch?"

For some reason, Shen Jinchen suddenly felt very uncomfortable with this word.

"Yes! What's wrong?"

Shang Se looked at his master, puzzled.

"She didn't cultivate her internal energy using men's essence, so she can't be considered a demoness!"

Shen Jinchen glanced at his subordinate indifferently.

"If that's not a demoness, then what should I address her as?"

Shang Se was somewhat embarrassed, as he didn't know what the young master meant.

"Call her ugly, and make sure you call her that next time you see her!"

Shen Jinchen thought for a moment and then said without changing his expression.

"But…"

Shangse really wanted to say that she didn't look ugly at all!

Young master, what kind of twisted sense of humor is this? How can you call someone who is clearly extremely beautiful an ugly woman?

"Just call it when I tell you to. Why all the nonsense?"

"Yes, young master!"

Shang Se shut up, but couldn't help but think to himself, "Fine, young master, you're as deep as the sea, no one can understand you. You'll have to deal with your own frustrations."