Jiang Qingwan was thinking about her master and second senior brother.
I subconsciously followed the firelight in front of me and walked forward. When I came to my senses, I was already standing in an unfamiliar room.
The door behind me slammed shut.
The incense burner emitted wisps of fragrance, which were mixed with a highly pure and alluring scent.
Jiang Qingwan remained silent.
Why is it this same old, tired trick again?
She was just about to pretend to fall for it to see who dared to play such a despicable trick in the palace.
Suddenly, a muffled groan, extremely suppressed, came from behind the screen.
Jiang Qingwan immediately became alert.
Who's inside?
"Get out!"
A hoarse, angry shout came almost simultaneously.
Jiang Qingwan was certain that it was a man.
The alluring fragrance in the air grew stronger.
In such a situation, with a man and a woman alone together, things can get complicated.
She obediently turned around and walked out.
But the door was locked from the outside, and she couldn't open it no matter how hard she tried.
After thinking for a moment, I turned to the windowsill, only to find that it was also sealed off.
After a while, even though she wasn't under the influence of the aphrodisiac, she felt wave after wave of heat washing over her.
She was very unhappy.
Just as he was pursing his lips and thinking of a solution, he suddenly heard heavy breathing like that of a wild beast behind him.
They approached step by step, accompanied by heavy footsteps.
Jiang Qingwan quickly turned around.
I unexpectedly saw a familiar face.
"Why is it you?"
Mo Shaoze's eyes were bloodshot, his handsome face was flushed, and his pale skin was covered with a fine layer of sweat. The front of his clothes had been torn open, and he had obviously lost his mind long ago.
I caught a whiff of a woman's intoxicating fragrance.
He pounced like a leopard.
"ah!"
Jiang Qingwan shouted.
The eunuch guarding outside was overjoyed and immediately grabbed his lantern and hurried away.
Meanwhile, Mo Yunhan quickly returned to Kuihe Palace.
The courtyard had indeed been cleaned, and the night breeze rustled the starfruit tree.
Mo Yunhan staggered into the courtyard, feeling the effects of the alcohol intensify.
He shook his head, looking at the dim light in the main hall, and the image of Jiang Qingwan lazily leaning back in a recliner reading a book by the light involuntarily came to mind.
It was warm and comforting, which put his mind at ease.
His pace quickened involuntarily.
However, they did not notice a dark figure standing in a hidden spot on the roof ridge.
He was holding a strange black jar, inside which a bizarre, green-glowing insect was slowly crawling.
The palace was dimly lit, and the woman's graceful figure was reflected in the hazy gauze.
She breathed softly, moaning softly, and her pale arm slowly emerged from behind the gauze, her fingertips twitching like a fairy.
Mo Yunhan stood a few steps away, his dark eyes not clear, as if shrouded in a layer of green mist.
He felt his mouth was dry and couldn't help but ask in a hoarse voice.
"Jiang Qingwan, is that you?"
A hint of jealousy flashed in Yun Xiaoran's eyes as her robe was half undone.
Right now, the most important thing is to cook the raw rice into cooked rice.
She responded charmingly.
"Your Highness, it's me! Please come quickly! I've been waiting for you for so long."
Mo Yunhan's steps seemed to move uncontrollably toward the bed curtains.
As Yun Xiaoran heard the footsteps approaching, her heart pounded like a drum.
She was all shy and ready to pounce on him, but Mo Yunhan stopped a step away and didn't move forward.
She was immediately extremely anxious.
Mu Zhen once said that once Mo Yunhan gets close to her and is touched by her fragrance, he will never be able to leave her again.
As she was checking the final step, the anxiety became unbearable. She suddenly threw back the bed curtains and pounced on him seductively.
"Brother Yunhan!"
Even though they were only a step apart, the dim light made it impossible to recognize who it was.
But in the instant she lunged forward, she didn't even touch a single hem of Mo Yunhan's clothes, and instead fell face-first to the ground in a disheveled state.
She raised her head pitifully, her breasts half-exposed and her eyes brimming with tears.
"Brother Yunhan, it hurts so much."
With the help of a sorcerer, that sound would make any man feel numb and lose half his body.
But Mo Yunhan didn't react at all; in fact, he became much more sober.
He looked down at it as if it were an ant that he could crush with a flick of his wrist.
"Who arranged this? The Empress Dowager?"
Yun Xiaoran's heart skipped a beat. She reached out to grab Mo Yunhan's clothes unwillingly, but the next moment, her hand was crushed under her foot.
The force was utterly merciless; she could clearly feel the sound of her hand bones breaking.
She screamed in agony.
"Brother Yunhan, it was arranged by the Empress Dowager. She just felt sorry for me and hoped that we could spend a wonderful night in the palace. You can't hurt her feelings."
Mo Yunhan moved her feet away.
"If there's a next time, I'll crush one of your legs."
He finished speaking and turned to leave.
Yun Xiaoran trembled all over in pain, only then realizing that her entire hand bone was broken, but there was no skin breaking or bleeding.
It was obvious that internal force was used.
The intense pain contorted her entire face.
"Mo Yunhan, why did you do this to me? Why did you do this to me!"
Her hysterical accusations echoed throughout the empty hall, turning all her beautiful plans into a joke.
She bit her lip hard, then suddenly let out a sinister laugh.
“My dear Yunhan, you’d better hurry back to your residence. By the time you find out that Jiang Qingwan hasn’t gone back and return to look for her, she’ll probably already be having an affair. You’ll then experience a fate worse than death.”
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