Cheng Yi didn't say anything. He slowly approached Liu Xinqi and started hitting him without saying a word.

Cheng Yi's task was not to fight the person in front of him, but to ensure the success of what was inside. Liu Xinqi fought with him, feeling that the other's martial arts were superior to his own, yet he lingered on him relentlessly.

Liu Xinqi gradually realized his intentions, but it was too late to escape; the other party would not let him go.

Soon, soft, seductive music filled the room. Cheng Yi seemed oblivious, continuing to entangle Liu Xinqi. Liu Xinqi grew increasingly anxious and gradually lost ground. Caught off guard, she was struck down by Cheng Yi.

The sounds inside grew louder and louder, mixed with Mu Wanyu's cries and voices of resistance. However, as a sickly woman under the influence of the drug, she was powerless to resist and could only endure Yang Mingyue's torment.

As for Yang Mingyue, he had no idea who the woman under him was. He only felt unbearably hot and restless. When he woke up, there was a beautiful woman with disheveled clothes next to him. Without thinking, he pounced on her.

The two continued talking, while Cheng stood in the corridor with a blank expression, looking down at Liu Xinqi, who was slumped on the ground clutching his chest, without saying a word.

Hearing the woman's pained cries from inside, Liu Xinqi felt a dull ache in his heart, and his brows furrowed. Cheng couldn't immediately tell whether his distress stemmed from his own injuries or from what was happening inside.

But none of this concerns him, does it? He is Emperor Jingcheng's most trusted bodyguard. That person dared to harass their Empress, so he should be prepared to bear the consequences. As for Mu Wanyu, if the Emperor says she is guilty, then she is guilty.

Liu Xinqi knew he couldn't save the woman inside now, and he was heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do; the person in front of him wouldn't let him get any closer. He staggered to his feet, clutching his chest, and left the area.

Yang Mingyue was truly not one to show mercy to women. Even after Mu Wanyu had been tortured to the point of unconsciousness, he didn't let her go. He continued until she began to bleed slightly from her lower body, and he still felt unsatisfied. This woman was still a virgin, her skin and flesh were soft and supple, making her quite useful.

He didn't think too much about it, and didn't care whether Mu Wanyu lived or died. After being satisfied, he fell asleep.

The next morning, Emperor Jingcheng ordered a farewell banquet for the Emperor of Dongyang and the Emperor of Beixiang. He personally came to the temporary palace, accompanied by the Empress and a number of key ministers. He also dispatched General Li Yan to escort them out of the city.

Emperor Jingcheng's imperial carriage arrived at the temporary palace early on, and he held a banquet in the front hall, waiting for the arrival of the other three emperors.

Azi had been dragged out of bed by Di Jingcheng long ago. Still dizzy, she let him wash and dress her. When she came to her senses, she was already in the imperial palace.

She sat beside Di Jingcheng, drinking the white fungus porridge he fed her, and glanced at the officials seated below, somewhat puzzled. She spoke softly, "Ah Cheng, wasn't the banquet over? What's going on?"

Di Jingcheng smiled mysteriously and whispered in her ear, "Baby, just wait, there's going to be a good show later."

A moment later, Zheng He rushed over to report: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it seems something has happened to the Emperor of Dongyang."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Jingcheng hurriedly stood up: "What happened? How are these palace servants serving you!" As he spoke, he pulled Azi up and walked out. Azi knew that the show was about to begin, so she quickly grabbed two pieces of pastry and put them in her hand.

"My dear ministers, let us go and take a look together."

Upon arriving at Yang Mingyue's residence courtyard, they found two palace servants guarding the outside, and everything appeared calm and peaceful. The group couldn't help but wonder what Eunuch Zheng meant by "something happened." Could it be that the Emperor of Dongyang had suddenly died inside? They exchanged bewildered glances.

"Zheng He, what's going on?" Emperor Jingcheng asked, feigning concern.

"Your Majesty, the palace servants just said they knocked on the door for a long time but didn't hear anything. This servant thought..." He lowered his head guiltily.

Di Jingcheng shook his head helplessly. This Zheng He's acting skills are really bad. So he pretended to be angry: "What kind of work is this? Why don't you go and take a look?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Zheng He'er hurriedly stepped forward and knocked on the door, but there was no sound from inside.

He looked at the Emperor with difficulty: "Your Majesty, this..."

"Kick the door open, or what will happen if something really happens to the Emperor of Dongyang?" Emperor Jingcheng ordered.

Zheng He immediately summoned two guards, who kicked open the door to the bedchamber. A decadent fragrance wafted out, and Zheng He and the guards covered their mouths and noses. The two maids beside them had already quietly retreated.

Emperor Jingcheng noticed that Azi was watching curiously from the side, holding two pieces of pastry in her hand. He wondered if she would still be able to eat them later.

He pulled the little girl inside, and Zheng He went in first to check.

Even though he already knew about this, he still felt somewhat awkward looking at the clothes scattered all over the floor. It wasn't until he saw a man and a woman lying on the bed through the thin gauze curtain that the two guards behind him quickly lowered their heads. Zheng He was secretly delighted. "Well done, Lord Cheng! It's done!"

After thinking for a moment, he rushed out in a hurry: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, inside... inside..."

"What's wrong? Why are you dawdling over your words?" Di Jingcheng said impatiently.

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty...Inside..." Zheng He didn't know how to describe it for a moment.

Di Jingcheng kicked him in the butt, leaving him speechless: "Jingyuan, you go in and check on him yourself. Make sure nothing happens to Emperor Dongyang."

"Your subject obeys the decree." Emperor Jingyuan stepped forward and went in with Zheng He'er.

Di Jingyuan felt a little uncomfortable looking at the scene before him, but thankfully their private parts were covered. He coughed lightly, clenched his fist, and turned to leave.

"Your Majesty, it seems a bit inconvenient inside." Di Jingyuan looked embarrassed, and everyone immediately realized that they had interrupted the Dongyang Emperor's good time.

Di Jingcheng glanced at the woman beside him, whose pupils were slightly dilated and whose small mouth was agape—she looked utterly adorable. She realized what he meant and gave Di Jingcheng a mischievous smile. So that's what Ah Cheng did! How satisfying! He'll be utterly humiliated in Xijing and won't be able to go back home!

Then, Di Jingcheng looked up with satisfaction, listening to the murmurs of the crowd behind him. This was exactly what he wanted.

"Alright, if that's the case, let's wait for him up ahead." Di Jingcheng reassured everyone, and they prepared to return the way they came.

Suddenly, a woman's scream came from inside the house, accompanied by angry curses, though her voice was so weak it was almost inaudible. The crowd gasped; was the Emperor of Dongyang forcing her hand? If the woman was from Xijing, the scene would be far from pleasant.

Emperor Jingcheng, with Azi in his arms, turned around, his expression mirroring that of his ministers, and looked inside in astonishment. The crowd followed the emperor, rushing forward into the room.

The crowd, witnessing the lewd scene before them, were at a loss for what to do and awaited the emperor's decision.

Even though Liu Xinqi was mentally prepared, seeing the scene before him still made his blood boil, his eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head without making a sound.