Ye Qinghong was revealed within.
At this point, how could he still have any thought of dressing as a man and playing the young gentleman?
His dark hair flew, his features sharp.
His eyes held bone-deep killing intent, and layer upon layer of sweat beaded on his forehead. He actually looked even more exhausted than the Empress Dowager.
Now, he gritted his teeth and glared furiously at the Empress Dowager, staring at that shameless woman.
He had heard everything from within the mist.
This woman had played hard to get, constantly beguiling his master, even begging his master to dual cultivate with her.
And she had begged again and again, abandoning every shred of dignity. After his master agreed, that woman's voice had never once stopped within the hot spring.
She truly...
Deserved to die!
He had clearly come first, so why had this woman ended up taking the prize?
And to think he had failed to come up with such a method himself. He really should not have.
Shame and fury mingled within Ye Qinghong. He felt he had encountered his greatest enemy.
Though the Princess Consort was incomparably gorgeous, she was too stupid to warrant concern. Only this woman, both seductive and cunning, could be called his destined nemesis.
As for what she had said earlier about one stab or two, he had not taken it to heart at all.
A plot. It was all a plot. How could anyone who had fallen for Master ever have a chance to escape?
His master was simply too charming. Even his naturally detached second junior sister had gone to his master's room late at night and played a tune on the xiao.
Finally, Ye Qinghong drew a deep breath and tightly clutched the food box in his arms. He had