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A cold blade rested against Uchiha Chen's neck, emitting a chilling light that seemed capable of slicing through his throat with the slightest pressure.

The wielder's voice was cold and ruthless, carrying undisguised killing intent as she spoke slowly: "Chen, what were you planning to do just now?"

Uchiha Chen was still breathing heavily, his body trembling slightly from tension and fear.

Although a Senbon had obstructed part of his airway, Uchiha Chen possessed a Sage Body, and his wounds were healing at an astonishing rate. Within a few short seconds, the injury had already mostly recovered.

However, Uchiha Chen still feigned difficulty in breathing, gasping for air while attempting to justify himself.

"I... I just wanted to use a genjutsu to tell you some important secrets."

Uchiha Chen stammered, his gaze flickering as he dared not let her detect the lack of conviction in his words. "After all, there might be walls with ears here; I cannot afford to be careless!"

Before he could finish, the hilt of the blade shifted slightly in her hand, and the sharp edge instantly cut into Uchiha Chen's neck. A sharp pain struck, and a drop of bright red blood slid slowly down the blade, dripping before Uchiha Chen's eyes. The bead of blood congealed in the air like a red gemstone, shining with an eerie light.

Uchiha Chen widened his eyes, staring at that blood bead, a surge of indescribable fear rising in his heart. Death was so close, making him feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Despite having Izanagi as a backup, he had only just transmigrated! Although his body had finished merging with this new vessel, his mind had yet to fully adapt to the change.

This was his first time facing death at such close range—it was incomparable to the absurd and ridiculous way he had died during his previous transmigration—but rather the deep fear brought by truly feeling that the rope of life was no longer under his own control, with his future uncertain.

The cold words came again: "This is the home of the Uchiha clan head; how could there be walls with ears? Who exactly could be eavesdropping here? If you do not confess the truth now..." She stopped abruptly.

The razor-sharp blade pressed forward a few more inches. More crimson blood flowed down the blade, like crystal-clear beads of blood dripping to the ground. Each drop seemed to represent his violently pounding heart, beat after beat, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Hearing this, Uchiha Chen couldn't help but curse himself inwardly: What a terrible excuse to pick! Yes, who would be foolish enough to sneak into the home of the Uchiha clan head to eavesdrop? Uchiha Chen could never have imagined that Uchiha Mikoto would be so meticulous; she was truly worthy of being the woman he had set his sights on.

In this short moment, Uchiha Chen had recovered from the fear of death. After all, he wouldn't really die, would he? Wasn't there Izanagi? Moreover, Kotoamatsukami didn't require eye contact to activate anyway; it was fortunate he hadn't used it lightly just now, or he would have been truly finished.

Thinking of the potential pursuit by the Uchiha clan or even Konoha if things were exposed, the only way out Uchiha Chen could think of was to defect to the Akatsuki. Although, when the time came, he could also play around with that woman, Konan. Hehe, he couldn't give up the whole forest just because of one tree!

Thinking of this, Uchiha Chen felt incredibly speechless toward himself. He was at such a critical juncture, yet his mind was still filled with thoughts of playing with women? Damn it! He inwardly spat at himself fiercely.

However, a voice deep within his heart retorted: "I was originally just an otaku who loved playing galgames, so what does it matter if a man has a bit of a perverted psychology?" Thinking of this, his originally hunched back suddenly straightened a little.

Watching Uchiha Chen's expression change constantly, finally ending with him straightening his back, Uchiha Mikoto's patience was finally wearing thin. She said coldly: "Since you are so obsessed and unrepentant, there is only one path to death!" With that, the blade in her hand moved toward his throat.

At this critical moment, Uchiha Chen finally reined in the wild horse running loose in his heart. As the blade was about to slice through his body, he opened his eyes wide, the tomoe in his eyes spinning rapidly, transforming into a kaleidoscope pattern, and let out a roar: "Kotoamatsukami!"

In an instant, the blade seemed to be hit by a binding spell, freezing stiffly in mid-air.

Uchiha Chen began to write commands for Uchiha Mikoto—no, it should be his Mikoto, his first lady—to overwrite her brain and memories.

Uchiha Mikoto, from now on, you must learn to skillfully conceal your true identity in front of others. In public, you will continue to play the role of that noble and elegant clan head's wife, becoming the gentle and virtuous wife beside Uchiha Fugaku, as well as the beloved mother of Uchiha Itachi and Second Pillar.

However, when we are alone, you will cast aside all these disguises and become my exclusive slave.

In a world where it is only the two of us, you will willingly dedicate yourself to me and feel incomparably happy and proud of it.

No matter what request I make, you will execute it without hesitation, even if it requires paying a huge price, including killing others with your own hands; you will not have the slightest hesitation. Because to you, my interests are always above everything else.

After the programming was complete, Uchiha Chen carefully reached out and gently moved the sharp blade resting on his shoulder away. The moment this action occurred, she seemed to wake up from a nightmare; her originally cold and ruthless face became uncertain, and various complex emotions surged like a tide.

She, who had been as cold as frost a second ago, transformed in the blink of an eye into a face full of confusion, shock, excitement, pain, and guilt.

The knife she held tightly in her hand was thrown to the ground without hesitation, and her legs went weak, causing her to kneel on the floor. Immediately after, she stood up quickly, her lips trembling, and shouted loudly: "I'm sorry, Master! I really don't know why I couldn't recognize you just now; please forgive my sin! I will bandage your wound immediately."

Before she finished speaking, she reached into the vest that symbolized her status as a Jonin and fumbled for a roll of bandages, preparing to treat his wound.

However, Uchiha Chen waved his hand to signal her to step back, and slightly raised his arm, showing the wound that had already healed on its own during this time.

Seeing Uchiha Chen safe and sound, Mikoto immediately knelt again, picked up the blade from the side, and held it against her own slender, fair neck, her eyes firm and resolute as she said: "This lowly woman actually dared to harm you, Master; it is truly an unforgivable sin! Only by dying can I atone for my crime..." Before she could finish, she prepared to forcefully slice her own throat to end her life.

Seeing this, Uchiha Chen hurriedly shouted: "Enough, I have already forgiven you!"

With that, Uchiha Chen quickly snatched the knife away, thinking to himself: "I don't want to watch the beauty I just conquered die so easily in front of me." He then said in a gentle tone: "Also, do not call me Master anymore; just call me 'Chen' as you did before."

Hearing this, she knew that her master no longer held her mistake against her and even allowed her to call him by his name, making her feel even more guilty and uneasy. Thus, she silently placed the knife aside.

Uchiha Chen stood quietly to the side, waiting for the person before him to gradually stabilize her emotions. Once her state of mind returned to calm, he carefully helped her up and gently touched her soft, fair hands, the corners of his mouth lifting as he teased: "These jade hands are so slender and delicate, not at all as fierce as when you almost took my life just now; they are more like the skillful hands that could play the music of heaven."

Hearing his teasing words, she instantly felt uneasy, thinking that it was a grave sin for these hands to have almost harmed her master's life, and they should not be allowed to exist.

Just as she was about to pull her hands back and pick up the blade on the side to sever the palm that had held the knife, Uchiha Chen keenly perceived her intention and agilely pulled her tightly into his arms, his right hand gently stroking her slender waist as he softly instructed: "I have already said I would forgive you; you must never harm yourself again in the future. This is an order from your master."