"yes."
Jingzhe suddenly jumped up with a start and answered respectfully.
Looking up, he glanced at Leng Ye's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, and asked cautiously, "Demon Lord, what should be done with Princess Xiantian?"
"Lock her up for a few days."
Leng Ye pursed his thin lips, his gaze cold and indifferent like frost.
Jingzhe shouldn't have said much, but he was genuinely worried that Leng Ye might cause unnecessary trouble by acting impulsively.
As everyone knows, Emperor Bai Xuanxiao dotes on his daughter excessively. If he were to learn that Xuan Fengqian is being mistreated in the Nine Nether Demon Prison, the consequences would be unimaginable.
After careful consideration, Jingzhe cautiously said, "Demon Lord, the White Emperor already knows about Princess Xiantian's marriage in place of my sister. If the White Emperor were to learn of everything she suffered in the Demon Realm, I'm afraid..."
"Go and apply the medicine for her."
"This... Demon Lord, I'm terrified," Jingzhe stammered, utterly panicked.
"What are you afraid of?"
Leng Ye looked at Jingzhe, who was drenched in sweat, with a puzzled expression, not understanding what was going on.
Jingzhe answered methodically, "Your Majesty, I am still a virgin and have never touched a woman. The thought of touching a woman's body soon makes my legs go weak."
Although he didn't know exactly how many injuries Xuan Fengqian had suffered, he figured that being tortured by a group of vicious thugs would inevitably leave him covered in wounds.
If he applies the medicine to her, it will inevitably involve touching her body...
This is clearly inappropriate!
Leng Ye understood, and he forcefully suppressed the throbbing veins on his forehead, his words filled with displeasure, "Did I allow you to touch her?"
"How can I apply the medicine without touching it?"
Jingzhe was sweating profusely with anxiety, and he wanted to apply the medicine to her remotely.
The key issue is that he hasn't yet learned this extremely mysterious technique of borrowing power from a distance.
Leng Ye remained silent. His original intention was to have Jingzhe properly treat the whip marks on Xuan Fengqian's face to prevent Bai Di from noticing anything amiss.
This kid is something else, his mind is full of nothing but waves and splashes, all he thinks about is taking advantage of others.
"Take care of the whip marks on her face, and leave the rest alone," Leng Ye explained patiently, taking a deep breath.
"ah?"
Jingzhe realized she had misunderstood and was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear. "Yes... I'll take care of it right away."
"Wait..." Leng Ye was about to call out to him when he saw him whiz past and disappear without a trace.
Now look what's happened, Jingzhe ran away, who's going to find him a woman?
Leng Yehei's face was gloomy. He had originally planned to return to Ziyou Palace to accompany Xuan Qianning.
Upon reaching the palace gate, he suddenly changed direction and headed alone towards the desolate and cold Soul Devouring Hall.
Meanwhile, Xuanfeng Qian, who had just finished applying the medicine, leisurely pulled a wisp of cloud from her sleeve, casually crumpled it into the shape of a pillow, and comfortably rested it on her head.
"Finally, I can get a good night's sleep..."
She was about to snap her fingers to extinguish the faint candlelight in the cell when she saw Jingzhe still standing there like a statue, refusing to leave.
"The Demon Lord seems to be in a hurry. Could it be that he has encountered something important? Don't worry about me, let's hurry up and follow him to see what's going on," Xuan Fengqian asked tentatively.
"..."
Jingzhe suddenly remembered what Leng Ye had instructed him to do, and was so shocked that his spine went cold.
Damn it, he actually forgot to find a woman for Leng Ye!
"I know even if you don't say it. The Demon Lord must have gone to relieve his pent-up desires, right?"
Xuan Fengqian's lips unconsciously curled upwards, feeling that the original owner of this body was truly blind.
Even if a filthy man like Leng Ye were given to her for free, she wouldn't want him.
"Princess Xiantian, do not lose heart. The fact that the Demon Lord is willing to show you leniency means that there is still hope for things to turn around."
While comforting Xuanfengqian, Jingzhe hurriedly locked the door and rushed out like lightning.
Xuan Fengqian curled her lip indifferently, "Why would I be so disheartened? His affairs are none of my business."
She lazily turned over, wrapped Leng Ye's outer robe tightly around her body, and drifted off to sleep.
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