Xiang Wan was so frightened that she tripped over her own feet and almost fell to the ground. Suddenly, she felt a strong arm around her waist, lifting her up from an inch off the ground and pulling her into its embrace.

"Is my beloved concubine throwing herself into my arms?"

A super pleasant, magnetic male voice rang out from above. Xiang Wan looked up, but she couldn't match the voice to the person who had just coldly ordered the Queen to be taken away.

"Hehe, it makes me very happy that my beloved consort misses me so much after just one day apart."

The intense scent of male hormones enveloped Xiang Wan, leaving her somewhat dazed. Seeing Xiang Wan still in a daze, Arafat smiled, his face drawing ever closer, as if about to kiss her.

"Ahem, Your Highness, we should be mindful of our public image in public."

Xiang Wan awkwardly turned her head to the side, leaving a fragrant breeze behind her.

"It still smells so good."

Seeing Arafat's infatuated expression, Xiang Wan felt a chill run down her spine. She couldn't help but wonder if the Pharaoh was only infatuated with Fernana because of her fragrance?

She shook her head, dismissing the thought. Even setting aside her natural fragrance, her looks alone were enough to make anyone swoon; perhaps it was just her unique body odor.

Arafat took Xiangwan's hand and they walked together into the palace.

Once inside this body, Xiang Wan realized just how extravagant the lives of the ancient Egyptian elites were. The golden cups used for drinking water were inlaid with gemstones; the paving stones in the temple, used for walking barefoot, were made of warm stone and inlaid with gold thread; the fine gauze used to shield their vision was said to have been exchanged for gold from a distant land; the dishes for serving food were carved from translucent jade; and the unnamed dishes were said to be found only here in all of Egypt.

When Xiang Wan dined with Arafat, all she could do was marvel at the food; she didn't even notice what it tasted like, her mind filled with nothing but the word "delicious."

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, a maid brought over a tray with two cups filled with golden liquid.

"My beloved concubine, come, let's drink this cup together."

Arafat handed one of the glasses to Xiang Wan, then picked up the other glass for himself, pretending to clink glasses with her, which startled her.

"Your Highness, I'm full. May I not drink?"

Xiang Wan recalled the scene in the story where the original owner was pushed into a pool filled with this kind of liquid. Seeing it suddenly now made her stomach churn, and she felt so nauseous she almost vomited.

"My beloved consort, I hope to have you by my side when I unify the world. This fountain of youth is extremely rare; drinking from it daily can ensure our immortality. Be good, drink with me!"

With that seductive tone and that unquestionable look in his eyes, Xiang Wan began to doubt whether what the system said was true. Did Arafat really love Fernana so much that he would do anything to be with her?

Xiang Wan hesitated for a moment, then took the cup, gave Arafat a forced smile, and drank it all in one gulp.

Just now, she realized that even if she didn't drink it, the Pharaoh wouldn't give up. Rather than being forced to drink it, she might as well do it voluntarily. Offending this cruel king was not a good idea.

The liquid in that glass didn't taste very good, which actually put Xiang Wan at ease.

"My beloved concubine, I have dealt with the person who targeted you. She will be tortured tonight; would you like to go and watch?"

Xiang Wan was shocked. This was the legendary punishment of being bitten by ten thousand snakes. Just thinking about it was terrifying. And they wanted her to go and see it? They were truly insane.

"No, I..."

"My beloved consort, please rest for a while. I will send someone to fetch you shortly."

A single sentence interrupted Xiang Wan's refusal, leaving her speechless with despair. This Pharaoh was not only cruel but also tyrannical, intolerant of refusal. Knowing she didn't want to go, he still forced her to come—what did that mean?

Given Fen'erna's usual aloofness, Xiang Wan inwardly complained, but on the surface she had to pretend to be expressionless.

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Arafat got up, and before leaving, he couldn't resist teasing Xiang Wan, which made her frown.

"Such an expression on my beloved concubine makes her a thousand times more beautiful than anyone else."

Xiang Wan lowered her head meekly and didn't reply, "Respectfully seeing off Your Highness!"

Upon hearing this, Arafat laughed heartily and strode out. The maids in the hall kept their heads bowed, not daring to raise their heads at all.

The scene shifts, and Xiang Wan is now seated on a high platform, with Arafat beside her, raising a glass and sipping leisurely. Below the platform is a deep, square pit, where colorful snakes slither in and out.

"See? Even if the Queen is the one who bullied you, I won't let her get away with it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the queen, with her upper body bound, was pushed to the edge of the pit by two servants.

"My beloved queen, this is her fate." Arafat said, taking a sip of wine, then said in a deep voice, "Push the queen into the snake pit!"

"Ah~~, Arafat, you will die a horrible death! Fernna, you bitch, I curse you in the name of the Serpent God, may you never rise again!"

Xiang Wan was practically cursing. It was Arafat who punished her, and it was Arafat who ordered her to be pushed into the snake pit. Why was he cursing her?

The queen's curses grew fainter and fainter, eventually fading into silence. Arafat was still leisurely drinking his wine. Xiang Wan couldn't help but think of ancient Chinese mythology. Wasn't King Zhou of Shang just like that? His extravagant lifestyle of drinking wine and meat was boundless; it was no wonder he was overthrown. If Arafat didn't die, he would probably be overthrown in the end too. And he wanted immortality? Keep dreaming!

The scene shifts again to a secret room. Many people are gathered around a stone platform. Some are cutting something with daggers, some are holding jars and waiting nearby, and others are sealing the jars and handing them to others.

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