"Hmm!" Shang Xiye groaned, then opened his eyes again, his eyes red: "Get out of here! Get out!"

"Your Highness!" Wu Ying never expected that his good intentions would backfire, and immediately slapped himself twice: "Your Highness, your subordinate..."

"go out!"

Shang Xiye clenched his teeth tightly, his face flushed red. The veins on his neck and forehead, which were usually not visible, were now slightly bulging.

Wu Ying dared not disobey Shang Xiye's orders again, nor did she dare to do anything on her own. She left with red eyes.

When the guards outside the courtyard saw Wuying emerge with red eyes, they all asked with concern, "Brother Wuying, how is the Prince?"

Wuying shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Keep a close watch and don't let anyone get close to the prince. I'll go see if the princess has arrived."

"Yes," the guards answered in unison.

In the secret passage.

Xiang Guan went up to check again, and came down to report the good news to Chu Ling in a rather ingratiating manner: "Princess, it seems that the Ninth Prince has even kicked that guard out. He must have been unable to bear it any longer."

"Hmm, it's time. If we wait any longer, he won't be able to tell who I am. I need to make him remember." Chu Ling smiled charmingly, lightly stepped into the secret room, and transmitted her voice: "You all wait here. Don't come up and spoil my fun unless I call you."

“Yes, Princess,” the eight maids replied respectfully.

As soon as Chu Ling entered the dark room, Shang Xiye smelled a faint, pungent fragrance.

He rarely stayed here, and there wasn't even a maid in the palace, so where did the fragrance of cosmetics come from?

He looked up warily and glanced around.

A soft "clattering" sound came from behind the bookcase as a mechanism turned. Chu Ling, dressed in extremely light and daring clothing, walked out from behind the bookcase with a seductive gait, a charming smile on her face, and a coquettish pose.

"Ninth Prince, you look unwell. Chu Ling is here to serve you, hmm," Chu Ling said in a seductive voice as she approached him.

When Shang Xiye suddenly saw this scene, he realized: No wonder the people from Black Purgatory were able to kidnap him from Yisi Terrace without anyone noticing back then, it turns out there was a secret passage here!

"Shameless! Get out!" Shang Xiye closed her eyes, feeling extremely disgusted with Chu Ling, who pretended to be a saintly and virtuous woman in public but acted like a wanton woman in private.

Not to mention the extremely pungent smell emanating from her, which even made his drowsy mind a little clearer.

Chu Ling was taken aback by Shang Xiye's sudden outburst, not expecting him to be so stubborn and difficult to deal with.

The images of punches, kicks, insults, and mockery flashed through her mind again, and Chu Ling's beautiful face instantly became distorted.

She stepped forward and roughly lifted Shang Xiye's chin, sneering contemptuously, "Fine, Your Highness the God of War of the Great Zhao, I'll see how you beg me to give it to you in a moment, and see who's really shameless."

Shang Xiye was furious and wanted to slap this disgusting woman away, but he also knew that given his current situation, it was best not to have any contact with her, otherwise it would truly be a disaster.

"Someone come here!" Shang Xiye's thin lips moved slightly, intending to use a secret telepathic technique to summon someone to come in and drive the woman out.

Chu Ling directly struck his pressure points, her slender hand moving like a snake across Shang Xiye's neck, her long fingers flicking behind his head to remove his mask.

"Ah!" Chu Ling exclaimed softly when she saw Shang Xiye's face clearly: "I never thought there would be such a handsome man in this world!"