Jiang Haitian fell silent.

Ding Bu'er's information is crucial; perhaps I can use this clue to take the next step?

"Vice-Commander Jiang, you should think about how to get out of here tonight. I have to tell you, if you really sleep with Leng Qingcheng, it will probably make our young master feel disgusted for the rest of his life."

"You're implying something, why not just say it directly?"

"Well, you'll see when you get there. It's an unprecedented humiliation."

Jiang Haitian sneered, then said seriously, "Let's get down to business. How much do you know about Mo Yang?"

Ding Bu'er shook his head: "I've only heard those few chief executives mention it, I don't know if it's true or not, besides, didn't you see it today?"

Jiang Haitian carefully considered the situation he encountered at the Demon Breath Palace during the day.

A moment later, a smile appeared on his lips.

"Perhaps I have found a way to deal with the Demon Sun."

...

After a cup of tea, Jiang Haitian arrived at the Empress's palace right on time.

Before even pushing open the door, one could hear a man's painful pleas for mercy coming from inside.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and a maid frowned upon seeing Jiang Haitian: "Don't you know the rules?"

"What rules?"

The maid tossed him a towel: "Take off all your clothes, then take a bath and change before going in."

"Damn it, I've never talked to someone without clothes on before. Tell her, 'I'd rather die than be humiliated.' I'm not going to play along."

After saying this, he threw the towel over the maid's head and turned to leave.

"Who's making a scene outside? Is that you, Jiang Haitian, you bastard? Get your ass in here!"

An imperial aura pulled Jiang Haitian in, forcibly dragging him into the palace room.

Even though Jiang Haitian was prepared, he was still deeply shocked by what he saw when he entered the palace.

Four handsome young men were lying on Leng Qingcheng's large bed.

They looked humble and pitiful, their eyes empty and lifeless, yet their faces held a glimmer of hope...

It looks just like a little puppy.

At this moment, Leng Qingcheng was on the bed, carefully tattooing some words on the back of another young man.

Seeing the young man's suppressed pain, and then seeing the word "stab" clearly, Jiang Haitian, the eldest son, finally frowned.

It was really disgusting, so disgusting I almost threw up.