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Before him, the little eunuch crouched low at his feet, making 'him' appear even smaller.
That delicate face, no larger than a palm, was so exquisite, with hair like snow and skin as white as jade, smooth and flawless. What was most captivating were those eyes, tinged with a misty allure.
They sparkled like a clear blue pond, shimmering beautifully and making it impossible for anyone to look away.
As he gazed into those beautiful eyes, an unfamiliar sensation surged within him.
It felt as if a small stone had been tossed into the calm lake of his heart, creating ripples that spread outwards…
He pondered this strange feeling. Leng Junyu was taken aback by the emotion stirring inside him; however, he chose to ignore it for now. His cold gaze remained fixed on the delicate little face below him, gradually shifting from those enchanting water-like eyes to the pair of luscious lips beneath.
These red lips were the smallest and most exquisite he had ever seen!
The color of her lips was a soft pink, reminiscent of cherry blossoms just blooming in March—so beautiful that it made one long to taste their sweetness…
Lost in thought, Leng Junyu was unaware that his cold eyes were gradually igniting with a heat as he looked at Le Yao Yao.
A flicker passed through his gaze; within those cold eyes, a hidden desire shimmered. At first glance, it resembled a predator locking onto its prey, ready to pounce and devour it whole…
Le Yao Yao had no idea what thoughts lay beneath Leng Junyu's composed exterior. Back in school, she had reached her senior year while her friends began dating boys one by one. Yet she had never even held hands with a boy.
Though she was innocent, it didn’t mean she was naive.
After all, the burning gaze emanating from his eyes felt like tiny flames igniting wherever they landed…
This sensation began to make Le Yao Yao feel increasingly flustered.
She seemed to sense, in a vague way, what the living Yama wanted to do to her.
He... wanted to kiss her!?
Upon realizing this, Le Yao Yao's eyes widened in shock, a flicker of panic crossing her gaze, and she instinctively tried to retreat.
However, she forgot that she was squatting on the ground!
As she attempted to back away, she immediately lost her balance and fell onto her backside.
Le Yao Yao's reaction left Leng Junyu momentarily stunned. His cold eyes flickered for a moment before he spoke.
"Are you really that afraid of me?!"
Though it was a question, Leng Junyu's tone was assertive. Moreover, his sword-like brows furrowed, clearly showing his displeasure.
Seeing this, Le Yao Yao blinked her slightly flustered beautiful eyes and parted her lips as if she wanted to say something.
But before she could utter a word, everything around her darkened.
The figure of Leng Junyu, who had been sitting on the palace couch, shot towards her like an arrow.
However, he did not immediately land on top of her. Instead, he used his uninjured hand to brace himself against the ground, his strong chest hovering over her as if weaving a web of pressure that firmly trapped her in his embrace.
Le Yao Yao was completely stunned by the sudden action of the living Yama.
She could only stare at the clearly frightened Beautiful Eyes, her small red mouth slightly open, revealing her cute, white teeth.
Le Yao Yao's stunned expression at being scared obviously pleased Leng Junyu.
He suddenly curved his Cold Eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth lifting into a faint smile that revealed a flash of white teeth.
His voice, tinged with a magnetic delight, rang in Le Yao Yao's ears.
"Little rabbit, aren't you going to apply the medicine for me?"
"Uh..."
At Leng Junyu's words, an invisible black line slid down Le Yao Yao's forehead.
What the hell! You're on top of me right now; how am I supposed to help you apply medicine!?
And what do you mean by that!?
Is he planning to... take advantage of her!?
But she was a eunuch, oh no no no...
She didn't want to be taken advantage of by this living hell!
Le Yao Yao's heart screamed in excitement, and her little face contorted into a look of wanting to cry but having no tears.
With dark eyebrows furrowed and a small mouth pouting, Le Yao Yao spoke in a hesitant tone.
"Um, Prince, could you please get up first? If you don't get up, how am I supposed to apply the medicine for you?"
Le Yao Yao stammered, doubting whether this living hell was somewhat mentally disturbed.
Usually, he had an icy, coffin-like expression that was intimidating to behold. But in an instant, he transformed from that cold, aloof man into a flirtatious and charming figure, teasing her, the eunuch!
Oh my god, he must be going insane!
As Le Yao Yao screamed internally, across from her, Leng Junyu looked at her pitiful little face with a deeper smile.
For some reason, he truly enjoyed seeing this little eunuch looking so helpless under his pressure.
The more he acted this way, the more he wanted to bully him.
Oh my god! Was he really losing his mind!?
Even Leng Junyu found this strange thought hard to believe. However, gazing at the little eunuch's face—flustered and anxious like a little rabbit—made it difficult for him to let go of the idea of bullying him.
Thinking this, Leng Junyu lightly curled his lips and extended his injured hand toward Le Yao Yao, allowing her to see the swollen red area clearly.
"Just apply the medicine like this."
"Uh..."
Looking at Leng Junyu's determined expression, Le Yao Yao knew that if she did not comply with his wishes, she had no idea what outrageous things this lord might do next.
Although she felt somewhat reluctant, she had no choice but to lower her head under the current circumstances.
If she did not go along with this lord's wishes, her little head...
Thinking of this, Le Yao Yao couldn't help but pout her delicate red lips in grievance. She then followed Leng Junyu's lead and reached for the burn ointment on the tea table. One of them half-lay on the ground while the other supported himself with one hand, creating a rather awkward scene.
However, it happened regardless of whether one believed it or not.
After some difficulty applying the burn ointment to Leng Junyu's large hand, Le Yao Yao took scissors and gauze to begin bandaging this lord's wound.
But since it was her first time helping someone with a wound and in such an awkward position, the way Le Yao Yao bandaged it looked truly dreadful; even she felt embarrassed looking at it.
Inside, she was even more frustrated. Why was it that earlier in the morning, that doctor had managed to bandage Yan Luo's wound so neatly and beautifully? And here she was!
Her bandaging looked like a wrapped dumpling! Was practice really the key to improvement?
Despite how ugly Le Yao Yao thought her bandaging looked, she pretended not to notice and wore a proud expression on her face, feeling quite accomplished.
Hmph! Who told this lord to have such a strange and terrible attitude? If he didn't like how she bandaged it, then too bad!
"Alright, my lord, I have finished bandaging your wound. Can you get up now?"
With her innocent and pure beautiful eyes blinking, Le Yao Yao asked the handsome face above her.
Leng Junyu looked at the somewhat smug Little Face egg below, its expression reminiscent of a little fox that had just stolen a farmer's chicken—so cunning and adorable.
However, when he turned to glance at his own bandaged, unsightly hand, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.
He knew that Le Yao Yao was doing it on purpose, yet Leng Junyu merely twitched his lips lightly. After a long moment, he finally uttered two words softly.
"Very good."
"Uh..."
This time, it was Le Yao Yao's turn to feel her lips twitch. In her heart, she thought to herself.
No wonder he was known as the living Yama; his insight was truly... formidable!
But...
"Prince, can you get up now?"
Damn it, if someone saw them in this position, it would be hard for anyone not to think wrongly! She wouldn't be able to face anyone again!
Le Yao Yao felt conflicted inside, blinking her beautiful eyes as she wondered if this living Yama could return to being the cold person he used to be.
After all, his current behavior was really hard for her to adapt to!
Just as Le Yao Yao was feeling frustrated, thinking that she had been so straightforward with her words and had even finished bandaging his wounds, logically speaking, he should have gotten up by now.
Unexpectedly, the living Yama did not show any intention of getting up after hearing her words. Instead, his cold eyes flickered for a moment, and then his gaze fixed tightly on her little face as he asked,
"What if I say I won't get up?"
"Uh..."
Le Yao Yao was once again stunned by the living Yama's words, and her heart felt like it was about to break into tears.
What could she do when he said that?
Well, if he wouldn't get up, fine! She would just get up herself!
Although it seemed a bit challenging to slowly wriggle out of the space he had locked her in, cough, it was still better than lying half on the ground and being misunderstood by others!
Thinking of this, Le Yao Yao bit her silver fang and made up her mind to escape!
However, she did not realize that all her thoughts were already exposed on her delicate and cute little face.
As soon as Leng Junyu noticed Le Yao Yao's intention and saw her making a move, he immediately reached out with his large hand, which was wrapped like a zongzi. With the few fingers that were not bandaged, he gently lifted her drooping chin.
His voice, laced with a magnetic allure, rang out—
"Don't move..."
"Uh..."
Upon hearing this, Le Yao Yao instantly froze in place.
Her back straightened, and her entire body became stiff.
Her heart began to race violently, and inside, she was screaming.
Oh my god! The terrifying gaze of the living Yama was back!
It was so intense, like a famished beast eager to swallow her whole…
Seeing this, Le Yao Yao felt a tingling sensation at the back of her head.
Oh no! The living Yama was acting far too strangely tonight.
What on earth did he want to do!?
Could it be that he had some unusual preferences? Perhaps he had a penchant for the… unconventional!?
Just thinking about it made Le Yao Yao shudder, causing her words to stammer as she trembled.
“W-Wang Ye, I-I am just a eunuch…”
Damn it, she was a eunuch! Even if he was a prince, he couldn't possibly want someone 'disabled,' could he!?
Le Yao Yao strongly accused him in her mind, but as for her words, Leng Junyu merely flickered his cold eyes for a moment before falling silent again.
From his eyes, Le Yao Yao could see that he was struggling with something.
Seeing this, Le Yao Yao felt a surge of joy in her heart.
After all, if the King of Hell was hesitating, it meant he was at least wrestling with whether or not to take her. So, she had to seize this opportunity!
With that thought in mind, Le Yao Yao immediately blinked her eyes and put on a pitiful expression, sniffing as she spoke with utmost grievance.
"Your Highness, although I am a eunuch, I still have my dignity!"
So, just because you are the prince, you cannot disregard my wishes and force yourself on me, do you understand!?
Moreover, if he really did take her, he would discover she was a woman. What would happen when the lustful King of Hell found out she was a woman!?
He would surely be enraged and might harm her in his fury. Therefore, she must not let such a thing happen. Le Yao Yao decided to press on and burst into tears.
She cried on cue without needing any emotional buildup; after all, Le Yao Yao had always loved acting! Crying was nothing for her.
However, her sudden tears startled Leng Junyu.
Although he admitted that he had entertained inappropriate thoughts about this little eunuch moments ago, seeing him now crying so pitifully made him feel flustered.
Especially after hearing the earlier words filled with grievance; it left him feeling somewhat regretful.
Indeed, even though the person before him was a eunuch, he was still a man! How could he have thought such things?
Thinking of this, and seeing Le Yao Yao's pitiful crying face, Leng Junyu could only let out a long sigh of helplessness before standing up from the ground.
He turned to Le Yao Yao, who was still sobbing on the ground.
"Alright, stop crying. I... I won't do anything to you, so that should be enough, right?"
"Sniffle..."
The only response from Le Yao Yao was her soft whimpering.
Hmph, if you tell me not to cry, then I won't cry—wouldn't that make me lose face? Perhaps out of anger at Leng Junyu's earlier oppressive behavior, Le Yao Yao deliberately went against him and cried even harder.
Upon seeing this, Leng Junyu's handsome brows furrowed slightly, though a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.
After all, he had never comforted anyone before, so he was truly inexperienced in this matter.
However, he really didn't want the person below to keep crying. Yet clearly, after hearing his words, she cried even more. In desperation, Leng Junyu could only feign a stern expression and coldly said to Le Yao Yao,
"If you cry again, I will kiss you immediately!"
"Uh..."
At that moment, Le Yao Yao was taken aback and no longer dared to cry. She simply raised her tear-filled beautiful eyes and gazed intently at the man above her, her expression filled with astonishment.
Not only was Le Yao Yao surprised in her heart, but Leng Junyu was also quite astonished himself.
Le Yao Yao was taken aback by the pair of astonished beautiful eyes before her. His eyes were so clear and pure, like the most pristine spring water in the world, which made him seem somewhat wicked in comparison.
In an instant, Leng Junyu's handsome face flushed, and a hint of crimson crept onto his cheeks. He quickly turned his face away, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
Seeing this, Le Yao Yao's eyes flickered for a moment, but she didn't dwell on it.
After all, if even the living Yama said so, how could she dare to continue crying?
With that thought in mind, Le Yao Yao quickly stood up from the ground and pretended to dust off her clothes. However, she didn't dare to look at the man in front of her.
Leng Junyu remained silent, and the room fell into a quiet stillness, broken only by the sound of Le Yao Yao brushing off her clothes.
The atmosphere gradually became awkward as both of them felt uncomfortable after what had just happened.
After a long while, Le Yao Yao realized that this situation couldn't go on. She was about to speak up and excuse herself when suddenly a cheerful voice rang out from outside the door.
"Senior Brother, I think I heard someone crying just now?!"
At Nangong Junxi's words, both of them visibly relaxed and turned to look at Nangong Junxi, who had appeared at the door without them noticing.
Nangong Junxi looked remarkably well; he had been helped back to Qingxiao Pavilion earlier, but after taking a nap, he seemed completely revitalized. His recovery was astonishingly robust, almost like an indestructible cockroach!
Seeing this, Leng Junyu couldn't help but ask.
"Are you alright?"
"Oh, do I look that weak? A good sleep has done wonders. But, Senior Brother, you still haven't answered me—who was crying just now?"
Nangong Junxi said this, and then his gaze shifted to Le Yao Yao's face. His beautiful peach blossom eyes widened in surprise, as if he had discovered a new continent, and he incredulously exclaimed, "So it was this servant who was crying!"
"Uh..."
Servant!?
You're the servant! Your whole family is made up of servants!
Although Le Yao Yao knew that her current identity was that of a little eunuch serving others, she still had her dignity. So when she heard Nangong Junxi's blunt words, she felt anger rising within her.
Damn it! Does she really have a face that invites bullying? Why does everyone enjoy picking on her!?
The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. Her nose twitched again, and tears welled up in her eyes once more. Those crystal-clear tears swirled around in her eye sockets, and her pitiful expression would tug at anyone's heartstrings.
Even Nangong Junxi, who had always disliked her, couldn't help but furrow his brows slightly at the sight. He then said somewhat exasperatedly, "What are you crying for, you servant? A man crying like this looks just like a girl!"
Nangong Junxi had always been straightforward and particularly hated seeing people cry—especially men!
Le Yao Yao heard Nangong Junxi's words and replied in a somewhat gloomy tone.
"Seventh Prince, I'm not a man..."
After all, she was a woman, and being emotional was a trait often associated with girls, right?
However, what Le Yao Yao said took on a different meaning for the two people present.
In their eyes, Le Yao Yao was a eunuch, and now with Nangong Junxi's comment, it was clear he had touched on a sensitive subject.
Upon hearing this, Leng Junyu couldn't help but furrow his brow slightly, casting an unhappy glance at Nangong Junxi.
Nangong Junxi, feeling somewhat embarrassed, simply rubbed his nose. After all, he hadn't meant to bring up something so painful.
Quickly shifting the topic, Nangong Junxi turned to Leng Junyu and asked, "Oh right, Senior Brother, did you find out what happened when you went out today?"
He was referring to the incident involving the heart extraction from the corpse.
As soon as Nangong Junxi mentioned this matter, a layer of seriousness covered Leng Junyu's handsome face.
He then turned back to the Palace Couch while Le Yao Yao stepped out to brew some tea.
When she returned, she happened to overhear Leng Junyu speaking.
"According to the recent investigations by Mei and Xing, as well as my own observations at the scene today, this is clearly a serial murder case. Someone is deliberately extracting the hearts of those young girls, and somehow, they have drained all the blood from the deceased."
"What!? A serial murder case!? Could it be the work of some pervert?"
Upon hearing Leng Junyu's words, Nangong Junxi shared his thoughts.
Leng Junyu, however, shook his head gravely and replied, "It doesn't seem like that! It feels more like the work of a cult!"
"A cult!?"
Nangong Junxi's expression changed dramatically at this revelation, as if he held a certain fear towards such cults.
After all, in recent years, not only had Heavenly Origin seen a rise in cults, but even Great Xia had established quite a few. These cults operated in bizarre ways, disregarding conventional methods, and their actions were utterly reprehensible!
Yet, these cults were extremely secretive. No matter how many people Great Xia sent to investigate these sinister groups, they had never managed to uncover anything.
So when he heard Leng Junyu say this, Nangong Junxi's expression shifted significantly.
"Does the Senior Brother know what those cults do with the hearts and blood of young girls?"
"Well, Junior Brother, do you remember what Master once told us about cults?"
In response to Nangong Junxi's question, Leng Junyu countered with another question.
"What is it? What happened?"
Nangong Junxi frowned in confusion, clearly having forgotten. Seeing this, Leng Junyu immediately spoke up.
"Master once mentioned that there is a recipe in the cult. It is said that as long as you use the blood of one hundred virgins mixed with their hearts as the medicinal catalyst, you can create an elixir of immortality! Moreover, this potion can even bring people back to life. I think the cult's large-scale slaughter of those innocent young girls and their harvesting of hearts and blood must be to produce this kind of potion!"
Leng Junyu spoke with certainty, and his handsome face grew even more serious.
Upon seeing this, Nangong Junxi and Le Yao Yao beside him understood what Leng Junyu was worried about.
After all, if they needed the blood of one hundred virgins as a catalyst, it meant that more innocent girls would be cruelly murdered...
"Then, Senior Brother, how many girls have already died?"
After a long silence, Nangong Junxi finally asked this question.
Upon hearing this, a flicker of concern flashed in Leng Junyu's cold eyes as he replied in a low voice.
"Twenty-four!"
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