In a state between sleep and wakefulness, a series of unbearable images suddenly surfaced in Xuan Fengqian's mind.
She furrowed her brows slightly and gently parted the mist that had been obscuring her vision.
Looking around, one could see Leng Ye, his clothes half-undone, embracing a graceful woman, and walking into the inner room.
"It's haunting me!"
Xuanfeng Qianyu was suddenly surprised to see him in his own dream.
She angrily turned around, intending to get away from this place of trouble, but the scene changed, and she was pushed into the inner room by a brute force.
"Your Majesty, you hurt me when you fell."
The woman, thrown onto the bed by the cold night, had tears welling up in her eyes; she looked pitiful.
"Noisy".
Leng Ye casually picked up the belt that had fallen on the floor and used it to shut the woman up.
He looked down at the woman who was sobbing softly, and with a "rip," he tore off the thin, gossamer-like fabric covering her body.
"Hmm—"
The woman cowered, her body trembling uncontrollably, the fawning look in her eyes replaced by bone-chilling fear.
"What, you don't know how to serve people?"
Leng Ye didn't like this kind of timid woman.
Her constant crying and wailing is so annoying.
He would never have touched her if he hadn't been so eager to relieve his pent-up desire.
Xuan Fengqian saw everything and her impression of Leng Ye worsened even further.
She shook her head, intending to sneak out of the inner room, when she heard a "bang" and the delicate woman on the bed was violently thrown off by Leng Ye.
"Guards, drag her away and behead her."
Leng Ye grabbed the woman's hair, his muscular arms bulging with veins.
"Your Majesty, I saw nothing and know nothing."
The woman's lips were pale, and she kept repeating the same sentence.
If she knew that Leng Ye had that kind of hidden ailment, she wouldn't dare to come and serve him even if she had a hundred lives.
Xuan Fengqian was completely confused and subconsciously looked at Leng Ye, who was standing in front of the bed, furious.
It seems he wasn't tempted?
Or perhaps, he has already felt desire, but his body hasn't responded yet...
"What a waste of such a perfect figure, how could it not work?!"
Upon unexpectedly learning of Leng Ye's "hidden illness," Xuan Fengqian clicked her tongue in disapproval, her previously gloomy mood suddenly brightening.
"No wonder he has such a violent temper; it turns out he has a physical defect."
She casually picked up a dusty broom from the side of the door, squinted at Leng Ye's body, which looked as if sculpted by a master craftsman, beneath his wide-open clothes, and with a "whoosh," she swiftly and decisively threw the worn-out broom over.
Unfortunately, the broom didn't hit the bullseye as hoped; instead, it passed straight through his body and fell to the ground with a thud.
Unwilling to give up, Xuan Fengqian rushed forward and kicked Leng Ye hard.
It's all just a dream anyway, so do whatever makes you feel better.
Strangely, as soon as she raised her leg, she couldn't kick Leng Ye's body at all.
After struggling for almost half an hour, Xuan Fengqian still couldn't cause him the slightest harm.
She collapsed to the ground, exhausted, panting heavily.
Just as her tense nerves began to relax slightly, she was shocked to find that a pale hand was wrapping around her ankle!
Could it be a ghost hand?
Xuan Fengqian was startled and quickly withdrew her foot.
Even in her dreams, she was still wary of ghosts and monsters.
At the same time, she could faintly hear Jingzhe's anxious voice.
"Princess Xiantian, wake up! The Demon Lord urgently summons you!"
"Princess? This is a golden opportunity. If you don't wake up soon, it won't be so easy for you to serve the Demon Lord again once he changes his mind."
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