Yet Yang Chen still harbored deep wariness toward King Yueyin. His expression merely eased somewhat. "Lord Yueyin, this junior is utterly unworthy of your status. So long as you do not come looking for trouble with this junior in the future, this junior will already be deeply grateful. One day, I will no longer appear before you again."
Hearing this, King Yueyin's delicate body trembled. Biting her red lips, she said, "Yang Chen, why do you still not understand? What I want is not for you to leave. I want you to remain by my side. Do you still refuse to believe me? I want us to fly together as a pair."
Yang Chen's expression turned solemn at this. "Lord Yueyin, this junior already has a wife. I believe I have told you this before!"
"Is it not perfectly normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines? This palace has never cared about such things. Do you truly not have even the slightest feelings for me?" As she finished speaking, King Yueyin abruptly took a step forward.
Yang Chen had remained on guard against King Yueyin. How could he allow her to approach him rashly?
Yet King Yueyin's methods were exceedingly brilliant, and her timing was perfectly controlled. With that single step, she arrived at precisely the right moment, flawlessly locking down Yang Chen's movements before suddenly striking out with her palm.
Yang Chen inwardly cried that things were bad, his scalp going numb as he watched a beastly face open its blood-filled maw and plunge directly into his chest.
"It's a restriction!" Yang Chen cried out in shock. With his experience, he swiftly grasped the clue and realized that the ghostly face was a restriction.
After probing it slightly, Yang Chen's heart jolted.
"King Yueyin!" Yang