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Han Fen dressed herself meticulously, then changed clothes without a care in the world, humming a strange tune. She showed not the slightest resentment toward this life that bordered on imprisonment.

Shangguan Yun sprawled in a chair and watched her. The room was a suite, but he would rather sit here and watch the Mad Woman than be alone in another room. "Han Fen, did you know? You look better when you aren't wearing clothes."

"Mm. When I take them all off, you stop looking at my face."

Shangguan Yun raised his thumb. "You really are clever. You actually guessed what I meant. But I meant no offense. I wasn't talking about your face, but the Dragon King's face. With such a gloomy appearance, it truly doesn't match such a graceful body."

"My own face isn't particularly good-looking either. Several men have said so."

Shangguan Yun knew he would regret it, but he still couldn't stop himself. "The men who said that were all killed by you, weren't they?"

Han Fen turned her face. It was clearly the Dragon King's face, yet it wore a brilliant smile that didn't belong to him. "No. I threw them into deep pits in the desert and left them to fend for themselves. That had nothing to do with me."

"That doesn't count as killing?"

"Of course not." Han Fen patiently explained, "To kill someone, I have to do it with my own hands—stab you once, claw you twice, force you to take medicine, cut open your stomach, and so on. Throwing someone into a deep pit is different. I told them, 'If you have the ability, climb out yourself. Otherwise, endure seven days here, and I'll pull you up.' You see, they still had a chance to live. They simply failed to cherish