The stars are everywhere, and the night is boundless.

In the courtyard of the Third Prince's mansion, the rustling sound of dragging a corpse could be heard. Chen Xun patiently counted: "One, two, three... seven, eight..."

Suddenly he frowned: "One is missing?"

Inside the main hall.

Furong, her face now smooth and weathered, walked towards someone, pulling on their hair with an expressionless expression.

Mu Ange glanced up, unsurprised.

"Your Highness...Your Highness, please spare my life!"

Furong pulled Hehuan's hair with great force, causing a tear to stream down her face. In a daze, Hehuan glanced up at Mu Ange sitting on the seat. Hehuan immediately looked down in panic as if she had seen a ghost, and begged for mercy urgently.

She had never seen the Third Prince like that before. He looked around coldly, like a demon, his bloodlust undisguised as he stared straight at her, making her feel a chill run through her body.

Pfft~

A short knife pierced her heart, blood splattering out and staining Mu Ange's slender fingers.

Hehuan's terrified expression froze at that moment. She had thought that Mu Ange had some martial arts skills, but she did not expect that his martial arts skills were so high. Even though she had been a secret agent for more than five years, she did not have time to resist in the slightest.

Looking into her incredulous eyes, Mu Ange's lips gradually curled into a smile, which made his whole face look sinister and terrifying!

"I love seeing your shocked expressions, hahaha, so funny."

The low laughter, like a gong tolling in hell, reverberated through Furong's heart.

Yet her face remained expressionless; she simply drew the dagger silently and placed it back into Mu An's scepter.

"Third Master, the next wave of spies is about to arrive at the manor!"

Mu Ange lowered her eyes to look at the drops of blood dripping from the blade, and nodded with satisfaction: "Good."

The door was closed again, shutting out the killing within the room.

The next day, Anning started preparations early, firstly to find beautiful girls for that man, and secondly...

Under the carriage wheels next to the stables of the Third Prince's mansion, An Ning was busy working, her head covered in sweat.

Wooden structures are very familiar to Anning, let alone such basic bearings.

“Break this part, then saw this part off. When that guy surnamed Mu gets into the carriage and leaves, he won’t be more than five meters away before he falls out of the carriage and lands face-first in the shit, hahahaha.”

As An Ning tapped, she imagined Mu Ange making a fool of herself, and her laughter rang out uncontrollably.

Given An Ning's vengeful nature, even if she can't confront Mu Ange head-on right now, she won't let Mu Ange have it easy.

As evening fell, Mu Ange came out wearing his flashy clothes.

An Ning took a closer look. Although they were all gold, they seemed to be different from the styles from the day before.

"Your Highness, shall we go?" An Ning walked to his side, forcing a fake smile.

"Hmm." Mu Ange's reply was extremely cold.

"Here, the carriage is all harnessed."

An Ning enthusiastically led Mu Ange toward the carriage, but the thought of Mu Ange falling flat on her face in a few minutes made her want to burst out laughing.

However, Mu Ange took a few steps, then suddenly stopped in her tracks.

An Ning frowned: Damn, does he suddenly not want to ride in the carriage anymore?

"I am in a good mood today, so I will ride out of the palace."

Before he finished speaking, he strode to the stable and led away a reddish-brown Akhal-Teke horse.

An Ning stood rooted to the spot, clenching her fists, and kicked a pebble beside her away with all her might, feeling utterly frustrated: Damn it!

With a creak, the mansion gates swung open, and Mu Ange rode his horse into the long street, his hooves thundering away, leaving behind the scorn and cold stares of passersby.

"It's that Mu Ange again. He's completely lawless, riding his horse recklessly in the street."

"Ugh, what a menace."

"Yeah, who knows which girl he's going to ruin while riding that horse."

As An Ning listened to the people's discussions, the corners of his lips slowly curled up. Then he straightened his back, opened his feet shoulder-width apart, and raised a large red banner in his hand, on which were written four big characters: "Third Master is Seeking a Concubine!"

A crimson ribbon streaked across the sky, following Third Master's horse as it galloped into the bustling city. Anning chased after it, shouting, "Third Master is seeking a concubine! A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Don't miss it! Anyone interested, come fill out a form here! Third Master is seeking a concubine! A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a torrent of curses and insults rained down from the crowd.

"Pah! They're shameless to the extreme."

"If any girl were to marry him as his principal wife, she would be incredibly unlucky."

"God, please send someone to take this Mu Ange to the underworld."

An Ning almost laughed herself silly listening to the insults she heard all the way. Since she couldn't curse him herself, she would let the spittle of the crowd drown him.

Even so, five or six girls walked up to Anning with affectionate eyes and took a registration form.

An Ning coughed lightly and said in a mature tone, "Go back and wait for our instructions."

Mu Ange, who had already spurred his horse on, turned back at some point and silently followed behind An Ning.

An Ning was busy and overwhelmed when she suddenly felt as if a cold knife was hanging over her head from behind.

She turned around abruptly and saw Mu Ange grinning foolishly as he praised her, "Not bad."

An Ning scratched her head awkwardly, "Not bad." Yeah, the way she ruined your reputation, not bad!

Chen Xun was surprised to see this. It took the Third Master nearly half a month to ruin his reputation, but this little eunuch made the Third Master a rat in the street without lifting a finger. What a clever trick.

"How many have you recruited?" Mu Ange flicked the reins, turned his horse around, and continued onward, not forgetting to ask Anning how many girls she had recruited.

An Ning sighed, feeling quite guilty: "I'm not very talented, I only have six." With that, she trotted to the horse, tugged at Mu Ange's sleeve, and tilted her head back, her mischievous eyes gleaming: "However, I've thought of a perfect place!"

Mu Ange's cool gaze swept over his sleeve, his face darkening considerably: 'This stupid eunuch actually dared to touch my sleeve. It seems this garment will have to be burned again.'

Upon hearing this, An Ning shrank back and withdrew her hand, but still thought disdainfully in her heart: 'Cleanliness obsession? Another one of this cleanliness obsession persona, tsk~ so unoriginal.'

"Third Master, aren't there enough girls here?"

An Ning pointed to Yichun Garden, the largest brothel in the capital, and chuckled.

Upon seeing this, Chen Xun's face turned ashen: "It's over, it's over, it's over! Third Master hates going to places like this the most."

"Oh my, what a handsome young man! Please come in."

Just as the madam's hand was about to touch Mu Ange's arm, An Ning suddenly heard a voice say, "Take an inch more and I'll chop you to pieces."

An Ning was shocked and stepped forward to block Mu Ange. She winked at the madam and said, "This gentleman has a bad temper. You might as well put up all the signs in your shop so we can choose the best ones. You'll get your money back."

Mu Ange's gaze swept over An Ning's neck, his eyes bloodshot.

Chen Xun was shocked: Could it be that Third Master intends to end him here?

She was inside, but Anning kept unconsciously touching the back of her neck, feeling a chill emanating from that spot.

The most expensive private room in Yichun Garden was filled with girls.

An Ning was extremely excited. She had never seen such a scene before. Her eyes darted around as she asked:

"Third Master, take a look, which one do you like?"

The smell of cheap cosmetics permeated almost every corner of the room, making Mu Ange very uncomfortable, and she kept sneezing.

But amidst these pungent smells, a sweet fragrance of pear blossoms suddenly wafted into my nostrils, as if I were vaguely seeing green trees and jade flowers under a gentle breeze, in the warm and pleasant weather, with days of fine sunshine.

Mu Ange couldn't help but seek out the sweet fragrance, but he accidentally bumped into An Ning, who was shaking her head and picking out girls. In an instant, the fragrance became even stronger. In a daze, An Ning covered her head and turned to look at him, her bright eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

She pursed her lips slightly and asked timidly, "You don't like any of these?"

Anning didn't know why he suddenly bumped into her, but she guessed that he was either angry or his rhinitis was acting up, making him sneeze and feel bad.

"If I don't like it, I'll just look for someone else."

In this situation, Anning softened her tone because she felt that Mu Ange's expression was extremely strange, as if he wanted to strangle her.

Mu Ange replied with his most sincere words: 'I really want to strangle you!'