Zhu Zhuyun's Seductive Charm! Be Your Woman!

Boom!

Xue Qinghe felt as though something had exploded in his mind.

A blatant probe!

Had he seen through him?

Impossible!

The disguise granted by that Angel Soul Bone was something even a Titled Douluo might not be able to see through. How could Tang Yuan possibly have seen through it?

But Tang Yuan's gaze, and those pointed words...

That sense of danger, like being watched by a wild beast, made every hair on Xue Qinghe's body stand on end.

He could not stay any longer.

If he stayed, he might truly give himself away.

Xue Qinghe abruptly rose to his feet, the force of his movement even knocking over the teacup beside him.

Tea spilled across the tabletop, dripping onto the floor along the edge.

"Brother Tang... you really know how to joke."

Xue Qinghe took two steps back, putting distance between himself and Tang Yuan, forcing a somewhat stiff smile onto his face.

"I suddenly remembered that there are still some urgent matters in the palace that need handling. I won't disturb Brother Tang's enjoyment any longer."

"Another day... I'll visit again another day."

With that, Xue Qinghe practically fled toward the door.

He nearly even left behind the folding fan he usually treasured most.

Tang Yuan remained where he was and did not stop him.

He turned and watched that slightly flustered figure vanish through the doorway, the corners of his lips curling upward.

His fingers lightly rubbed the spot where he had just touched Xue Qinghe's hair.

"Qian Renxue..."

"Interesting."

Night fell.

The lights of Blue Silver King's Mansion came on, making the enormous residence shine as brightly as day.

In the rear courtyard, within the master bedroom.

Tang Yuan sat at the edge of the bed, idly playing with the Myriad Mother Qi Cauldron in his hand.

A soft knock came from outside.

"Come in."

The door opened.

A rich, fragrant breeze washed over him.

Zhu Zhuyun entered.

She had clearly dressed herself with great care.

She wore a purple gauze nightgown, its fabric so scant that large swathes of her snow-white skin lay exposed, gleaming like ivory beneath the lamplight.

Her graceful curves were faintly visible beneath the sheer fabric, rippling like waves with every step she took.

She wore no shoes.

Her crystal-clear jade feet stepped across the soft carpet, her toes round and lovely, painted with bright red polish that made them appear especially bewitching.

Zhu Zhuyun stopped before Tang Yuan. Rather than kneeling at once, she gave a graceful bow, displaying her proud, alluring figure to the fullest.

As a woman who had spent years struggling through the conflicts of the Star Luo Imperial Family, she understood the laws of survival better than anyone.

Now that Star Luo had been defeated and their family had sent the two sisters away as spoils of war, their fates were no longer in their own hands.

So-called dignity and pride were worthless before absolute strength.

If she wished to survive—and survive well—she had to show her worth.

And for her now, her greatest value was this body.

"Prince."

Zhu Zhuyun's voice was soft and seductive, as though it carried hooks.

She took the initiative to step forward and half-knelt beside Tang Yuan's legs, gently placing both hands on his knees.

"It is late. This servant has come to attend to the Prince's rest."

Tang Yuan lowered his head and looked at the stunning beauty before him.

He had to admit, Zhu Zhuyun was indeed an intelligent woman.

She really was a top-notch beauty.

That mature feminine charm of hers was like a perfectly ripened peach—one light squeeze, and sweet juice would flow out.

"Just you?"

Tang Yuan raised an eyebrow.

Zhu Zhuyun lifted her head, her peach-blossom eyes shimmering.

"My younger sister is still young, and this is her first time leaving the family. She has been frightened these past few days and likely does not know how to serve someone."

"If she were to offend Prince, would that not spoil Your Highness's mood?"

"..."

As Zhu Zhuyun spoke, she leaned forward slightly, her ample curves nearly pressing against Tang Yuan's leg.

"Better let this servant attend to you first."

"Once my sister has learned the rules, she can serve Prince then. It will not be too late."

"..."

Her words were flawless.

She had protected her younger sister while also showing Tang Yuan her obedience and good sense.

Tang Yuan reached out and pinched Zhu Zhuyun's delicate chin.

Forcing her to raise her head.

This face truly was bewitchingly beautiful.

That beauty tinged with wildness was especially capable of stirring a man's desire to conquer.

"You're very clever."

Tang Yuan gave a calm assessment.

"You know what you should do and what you should not do."

"Since you're here, then don't keep kneeling."

Tang Yuan's large hand slid down from her chin, tracing her slender neck before finally settling on her slim waist.

Then he suddenly pulled.

Zhu Zhuyun cried out as Tang Yuan drew her into his arms.

She did not resist in the slightest. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Tang Yuan's neck and pressed her soft body tightly against his broad, solid chest.

Tang Yuan did not stand on ceremony either.

Since she was a trophy, she ought to have the awareness of a trophy.

He was no virtuous Liu Xiahui who could remain unmoved by a woman in his lap.

Since she had delivered herself to his door, how could he possibly refuse?

Overbearing.

Thorough.

There was no foreplay whatsoever, only a conquest like a raging storm.

Zhu Zhuyun's pair of beautiful legs, which she had always been so proud of, became the finest things to toy with.

The temperature in the room rose rapidly.

Who knew how much time had passed.

The storm finally subsided.

Zhu Zhuyun lay limply sprawled across the bed as though all her bones had been removed, not wanting to move even a finger.

Her once fair skin was now covered in red marks, traces left behind by the frenzy.

Though her body was exhausted to the extreme, and even ached somewhat, Zhu Zhuyun lay there with a satisfied smile curling across her lips.

It was the relief of surviving a calamity, as well as the joy of having made the right gamble.

This man was very strong.

Not only was his strength formidable, but his body was terrifyingly strong as well.

That mountain-like sense of oppression nearly made her suffocate.

Perhaps...

Being abandoned by the Star Luo Empire and sent to this Blue Silver King was not such a bad thing.

Compared to Dai Weisi, who only knew how to flee and was cowardly and incompetent, a man like Tang Yuan was the one truly worthy of conquering her.

As long as she clung tightly to this great tree, then even in Heaven Dou City, she, Zhu Zhuyun, could still live a flourishing life.

Tang Yuan leaned against the headboard and glanced at the catlike, languid woman beside him.

"Get some rest."

Those simple four words counted as recognition of her performance tonight.

Under the same night sky.

Inside a side room on the western side of the King's Mansion.

Zhu Zhuqing sat before the window, staring at the cold moon outside, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

She wore a simple white nightgown, her arms wrapped around her knees as she curled up in the chair, looking especially small and helpless.

Though the sounds drifting faintly from the neighboring courtyard were unclear, the sharp hearing of a Hell Spirit Cat was enough for her to understand what was happening over there.

Her sister had gone.

She knew why her sister had gone.

And she knew what her sister had gone there to do.