The Zhou Mansion.
In the bedroom, Zhou Jing'an was working up a sweat.
Creak, creak, creak—
A quarter of an hour later.
Zhou Jing'an suddenly shuddered and collapsed limply onto the bed.
The woman caught her breath and sat up, using a silk handkerchief to wipe away his sweat as she thought to herself:
Young Master seems to really like this Heavenly Qilin Guard uniform. Every time he puts it on, he doesn't even need an Aphrodisiac Pill, and he goes much faster... I just wonder who this "Chen fellow" he keeps muttering about is...
Zhou Jing'an lightly stroked her jade-white breasts, his gaze icy.
Although they had tried their best to cover up what happened at the Drunken Moon Pavilion last time, there had been too many witnesses, and rumors had still spread.
Especially the fact that he'd been forced to kneel... It had already become a laughingstock among the powerful!
For their circle of pampered young masters, their heads could be severed and their blood could flow, but they absolutely could not lose face!
"Today in court, Father will accuse Chen Mo of abusing imperial power and committing an act of treason!"
"The deadline for the Demon Race case is almost here, and there's not a single lead. As the lead investigator, Chen Mo can't shirk responsibility!"
"With both charges piled on him, he'll have a hard time of it!"
"This is just an appetizer. Once everything is done, destroying the Chen Family will be as easy as turning over my hand. Then I'll make sure to give him a good taste of what's coming!"
Imagining Chen Mo's miserable state as he lay under his heel, Zhou Jing'an curled his lips into a sickly smile and suddenly tightened his grip.
"Mm!"
The woman's expression showed a hint of