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Because of Feng Fei, my body's resistance had strengthened, so I woke up earlier than I should have.
However, when I moved slightly and realized that my limbs were bound and unable to move, despair washed over me. My whole body felt weak, and I couldn't muster any strength. I secretly circulated my energy, only to discover that I had no internal energy left at all. Shock filled my heart—had he really crippled my martial arts?
Moreover, my hands and feet felt icy cold. When I tried to move, the sound of metal clashing echoed sharply.
I was stunned, finally understanding my predicament.
I was locked in place by four iron chains, lying on the bed in a large "大" shape!
What did he take me for, a prisoner or an animal?
That damned guy! Once I rescue An Yijun, I will definitely catch him and make him wish he were dead! But then I couldn't help but bitterly smile; I was barely able to protect myself right now.
I should have anticipated this. Why had those guards disappeared without a trace? It wasn't because of my good luck or that they hadn't seen me enter there. They knew that it was a forbidden area, the place where their noble prince, Ninth Prince, resided. So they would rather give up the chase than intrude into the forbidden zone.
And here I was, a foolish idiot who had fallen directly into the prince's bathing pool. I even threatened him not to make a sound, completely unaware that he wasn't afraid at all. I had naively thought he was just a male concubine! Reflecting on my moment of pity back then, I now found myself utterly ridiculous.
I should have realized it when I saw that old man who had been tortured upon entering. The reason this courtyard was so eerily quiet was that Ninth Prince had never liked anyone getting close to him since childhood. Therefore, aside from a few Mute Slaves, the other guards were hidden in the shadows, quietly protecting Ninth Prince without revealing themselves.
Moreover, the prince's sleeping quarters and his places of rest were strictly off-limits to everyone; anyone who entered would be killed without mercy.
The guards understood that intruding would be challenging authority—a guaranteed dead end.
So they would rather give up than offend this devil-like man.
I recalled the scar on the boy's neck that bore an uncanny resemblance to that old man’s scar, and many things began to slowly clarify. The boy I had captured must also be one of his Mute Slaves. He had likely placed the Cursing Technique on An Yijun and used me as a pawn to lead me down an unknown path.
It turned out he had long been plotting this. He probably knew that even if I sensed many doubts about it, I would still willingly step into it because the person I wanted to save was An Yijun—my daughter.
An Yijun was merely bait, while the real lure was me.
What terrifying psychological insight, as if he could see through everything. I finally understood why he was the Second Most Wanted Criminal; it turned out I had not been overreaching in my pursuit of him.
But wasn’t that precisely my goal?
Following the trail, I had to step into the trap, delve deeper and deeper, becoming part of the game, in order to witness a New Dawn After the Darkness, to turn the tide, to rise from the dead.
What I wanted was Jiu Yi Jun. This was my purpose, and I was willing to pay any price to achieve it.
With that thought, a faint smile crept onto my lips.
In the quiet yet eerie room, only the sound of wind rustling through the air could be heard. I sensed someone nearby, their footsteps drawing closer. I adjusted my breathing and pretended to sleep.
A light chuckle echoed in my ear.
“Are you awake?” His voice was as clear and pleasant as a spring stream, soothing yet unsettling enough to send chills down my spine.
I could tell from his tone that it was a statement rather than a question. He must have known I was awake all along; if I continued pretending, it would only be self-deception.
I decided to open my eyes.
As soon as I did, I saw him clad in an exceptionally seductive red outfit that accentuated his fair skin. If one overlooked his eerie eye color and the blood-red smile that resembled a mandala at the corner of his mouth, he looked almost unreal in his beauty.
He scrutinized me like a lamb waiting for slaughter, then approached with an exquisite gleam in his eyes—one that hunters have when they spot their prey.
He caressed my face, and I disdainfully turned away. Seeing my disgust only made him smile wider. Leaning closer to my ear, he whispered softly, “The world says Jin Shao is one of a kind among youths; today’s encounter proves it true. I wonder what the renowned Jin Shao will look like moaning beneath me?”
I was taken aback, my face contorting in shock as I stammered, “You pervert! I’m a man!” Damn it, I was dressed as a man today and had disguised myself as Jin Shao’s usual appearance. It seemed I had run into a homosexual who wanted to film a live show? My sexual orientation was perfectly normal!
He ignored my struggles, rising to kneel on top of me, holding my face in his hands as if he were trying to look deep into my soul. Through his crystal-clear eyes, I could see myself reflected back. The version of me inside felt a twinge of panic.
Suddenly, I calmed down.
Hadn't I already prepared myself for everything that was about to happen? Why was I afraid of retreating now?
With that thought, I quietly gazed at him. My eyes were clear, like a deep, bottomless lake.
He looked at me and murmured, "I told you long ago that one day I would catch you and make you my slave for life."
Seeing the faint mist on his face at that moment, I lowered my gaze and said in a low voice, "Why? Why do you hate me so much? We don't even know each other."
He suddenly laughed, a radiant smile blooming on his face, more beautiful than any woman’s.
"From the very first day Jin Shao appeared before the world, we have known each other. We exist together in this world, in front of everyone. Am I not right, the Most Wanted Criminal on the Continent, the most mysterious young man?" He sneered.
I lowered my eyes, my lashes fluttering like the wind. "Long time no see, Second Most Wanted Criminal."
"That is the crux of the matter," his gaze was bloodthirsty and sinister. "As the number one wanted criminal, rumored to be as formidable as the Divine Son who illuminates the land, I am curious. Therefore, I want to peel away all your mysteries step by step to see how much truth there is in those rumors."
I smiled, a more wicked smile than before. "If that is what you want, then I will satisfy you. But why hurt a child? If you were to harm me alone, I would not resent you. However, you are hurting An Jin's child. That makes your crime unforgivable. You might as well imprison me for life or kill me; otherwise, I will make your life worse than death. I will let you live—live well—but suffer more than anyone else."
"You—" He suddenly tightened his grip around my throat in anger. "You are already my captive and dare to speak to me like this."
I was nearly choking but still looked at him with a strange smile. There were no pleas for mercy or cries for help.
Suddenly, a familiar scene flashed through my mind as if it had happened long ago: someone was angrily gripping my throat, blood in their eyes, almost ready to kill me.
I closed my eyes and struggled to recall that suffocating feeling, trying to see the face of the man who often appeared in my dreams. But still, it remained unclear—unseeable.
Who is he? Who is the man that has entangled me for years, day and night?
My heart screamed in a near-death sensation.
Suddenly, the pressure around my neck vanished, and as soon as I regained my freedom, I began to cough loudly.
I opened my blurry eyes and saw him gazing at me with a complex expression. He spoke in a deep voice, "Want to die? It's not that easy."
Then he suddenly smiled ambiguously, his breath fragrant like orchids, exuding charm as he said, "Jin Shao, I will give you the most beautiful and also the most unbearable humiliation in this world."
In an instant, his eyes sharpened, and with a tug, half of my clothes were torn away.
I gasped, "What are you doing?"
"What am I doing?" He narrowed his eyes, his fox-like gaze lifting in a perfect arc.
Ignoring my struggles, he continued to tear at my clothing. Soon, his brow furrowed as he looked at the yellow-green armor I was wearing and asked in astonishment, "What is this?"
I felt a surge of panic. "Let go of me."
"Golden Silk Soft Armor." His eyes turned cold. "I didn't expect you to find something passed down from ancient times." He chuckled lightly, but there was an icy undertone to it.
"Let me see what's underneath; what is hidden?"
"Don't—" I shouted in my mind, and in the end, I hopelessly closed my eyes.
He did not notice my abnormality and continued to remove my soft armor.
A gasp escaped him as he stumbled back slightly, his voice filled with complex astonishment. "You... you are actually a woman—"
Inside the hidden depths, there was not some grand secret about the Jin Kingdom, but rather a red bodice adorned with a strange floral totem, revealing a hint of a voluptuous chest, full and ample, along with a peculiar tattoo of a red fluttering phoenix butterfly on her fair skin.
This was after I awoke from amnesia and noticed an ugly red scar on my collarbone, prompting me to tattoo a soaring phoenix butterfly over it.
This curvaceous body had been concealed beneath soft armor. She wore this armor not to protect herself, but to hide her gender.
The world had been deceived by her. That young man who stirred the world was actually a woman!
She single-handedly established Jun Jin Villa, then created the entire continent of Miracle, founding a new and strange nation known as the Jin Kingdom, and yet the Young Master was a woman!
He had never imagined that his opponent was a woman!
"Unbelievable, isn't it?" I said indifferently, my face still adorned with a faint smile that concealed my true emotions. "Do you wish to continue? If so, then hurry up and finish. Once you lift the curse on my daughter, we will owe each other nothing." My tone was cold and eerie.
He leaned over my body again, his gaze filled with countless complex emotions. Suddenly, he caressed my face as if asking himself, "Jin Shao, what is real and what is fake? Is this captivating face truly real?"
Dear readers... I sincerely apologize; my grandmother's internet connection has been problematic... I have been offline for quite some time. This chapter was uploaded with great difficulty by a friend. I hope everything returns to normal tonight so that I can continue posting... Sigh...
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