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"You damned servant, I'm going to kill you!"
Nangong Junxi pulled the filthy cloth off his face, revealing a countenance that shifted from sunny to overcast, then to a stormy fury, complete with signs of thunder and lightning.
It was no wonder he was furious!
After all, his face was his greatest pride! But at this moment, it had been covered by a rag, which was nothing short of the greatest insult!
Thus, Nangong Junxi was enraged!
His gaze towards Le Yao Yao was filled with unrestrained fury, as if two flames were burning within him.
When Le Yao Yao finally came to her senses and met Nangong Junxi's wrathful eyes, she instinctively shrank back.
However, she quickly remembered that it was this Seventh Prince who had been trying to prank her by silently standing behind her, which had caused her to fall. So, this incident was not her fault at all!
With that thought in mind, Le Yao Yao faced Nangong Junxi's rage without any fear on her pretty face.
Nangong Junxi met her clear and fearless beautiful eyes and momentarily froze. It was only then that he realized Le Yao Yao was still on top of him. His well-defined brows furrowed in anger.
"You damned servant, get off me!"
Damn it!
As the Seventh Prince of the Great Xia Kingdom, having a rag thrown over his face made him furious enough; now this insufferable eunuch dared to remain on top of him.
Though it wasn't heavy, it still infuriated him.
Le Yao Yao could see the anger on Nangong Junxi's face but showed no intention of getting off him.
Hmph!
He called her to get up, and she did, but wasn't that quite embarrassing for her!?
Moreover, it was his mischievous intentions that had caused them to fall to the ground earlier; now, he was just reaping what he had sown!
Thinking of this, Le Yao Yao pretended not to hear Nangong Junxi's words and continued to treat him like a cushion, stepping on him repeatedly while saying things that were infuriating yet harmless.
"Oh, the weather is really nice today!"
"Uh..."
Perhaps he was taken aback that someone would disregard his words and speak nonsensically, causing Nangong Junxi's handsome face to momentarily freeze. However, he quickly realized that Le Yao Yao was doing it on purpose.
"You damned servant, you have quite the nerve! This prince commands you to get down!"
"Huh? What? Sorry, Seventh Prince, but my ears are a bit bad; I can't hear what you're saying!"
Hearing Nangong Junxi's exasperated words made Le Yao Yao chuckle inwardly while feigning confusion on her face. Her lively demeanor was such a waste if she didn't become an actress.
Knowing full well that Le Yao Yao was being deliberately provocative only fueled Nangong Junxi's anger.
However, after a moment of rage, he seemed to think of something and a cold smile crept onto his face as he warned her.
"You servant, you refuse to get up, don't you!?"
"Seventh Prince, I can't hear..."
Le Yao Yao repeated her earlier line, but this time, when she saw the change in Nangong Junxi's expression and the cold smile at the corner of his mouth, an unsettling feeling began to spread in her heart.
Sure enough, just as Le Yao Yao was thinking this, she suddenly felt dizzy as Nangong Junxi pressed her down beneath him.
"Uh... you!"
The sudden turn of events caught Le Yao Yao off guard. Before she could react, a loud, arrogant laughter erupted above her head.
"Haha, you little servant! Do you think that just because you won't come down, this prince can't do anything to you? You really underestimate me, Seventh Prince!"
"You!"
Looking up at the smug face of Nangong Junxi, Le Yao Yao felt a surge of frustration.
No matter how much she pushed against him with her hands, Nangong Junxi remained unmoved, standing like an immovable mountain, which left her feeling somewhat defeated.
Nangong Junxi looked down at her face, which was a mix of annoyance and confusion, and his smile deepened.
"You, get down here right now!"
"Haha, come down!? This prince isn't coming down at all. What can you do about it, little servant? Hmm?"
Seeing Le Yao Yao's exasperated expression made Nangong Junxi feel as if all the pent-up frustration from the past few days had vanished completely.
His hearty laughter echoed continuously, causing his strong chest to rise and fall dramatically.
At that moment, Le Yao Yao looked at Nangong Junxi's infuriating face and thought that if she could, she would really love to give him a good beating—if only she could overpower him.
Unfortunately, with her short stature and limited strength, one punch from him would send her flying.
Realizing this made Le Yao Yao feel helpless. However, just because she couldn't match Nangong Junxi in strength didn't mean she lacked intelligence.
With that thought in mind, her beautiful eyes sparkled for a moment. Suddenly, as if an idea struck her, her charming little face froze in surprise. She gasped and pointed behind Nangong Junxi.
"Your Highness!"
"What!? Senior Brother?"
Hearing Le Yao Yao's words, Nangong Junxi was momentarily taken aback, then turned to look behind him.
Seizing the opportunity, Le Yao Yao slipped out from under his arm, using her petite frame to her advantage.
Once she regained her freedom, Le Yao Yao felt a surge of triumph.
She turned with her hands on her hips and smiled playfully at Nangong Junxi.
"Haha, Seventh Prince, how about that? Even if I’m not as strong as you, I'm no fool. Unlike some people who believe such ridiculous lies, haha..."
Seeing Nangong Junxi's defeated expression on the ground, Le Yao Yao couldn't help but clutch her stomach and burst into laughter. She looked like a little fox that had just stolen a farmer's chicken—arrogant yet irresistibly cute.
Especially her little face, flushed from laughter, was rosy and vibrant like a ripe peach, making one want to take a bite.
However, Nangong Junxi, now irritated, failed to notice this detail. All he wanted was to teach this arrogant servant a lesson.
But then, as his gaze swept by something, his beautiful peach blossom eyes flickered with surprise as he exclaimed.
"Senior Brother, you're back!"
Hearing Nangong Junxi's words, Le Yao Yao paused in her laughter for a moment. Then, as if recalling something, she disdainfully replied.
"Haha, Seventh Prince, I'm not an idiot! I just used that trick; you think you can fool me!? Hmph..."
Le Yao Yao laughed triumphantly. However, when she took a step back, she accidentally bumped into something warm, solid, and elastic—just like...
"Uh..."
As Le Yao Yao realized what she had bumped into, a chill ran down her spine, and an ominous feeling surged within her.
Especially when she met Nangong Junxi's gleeful gaze, she knew she was in trouble.
Her pretty face flushed, and Le Yao Yao slowly lifted her Little Face. When her Beautiful Eyes locked onto those narrow Cold Eyes, her face turned even redder.
She saw the living Yama had appeared behind her. Just moments ago, she thought Nangong Junxi was playing a trick on her, but it turned out to be true.
And now, she had actually bumped into the living Yama's chest.
Oh my!
How embarrassing!
Thinking of this, Le Yao Yao felt a mix of embarrassment and anxiety, as a wave of heat rose from her heart to the top of her head. Her Cheeks felt hot; even without a mirror, Le Yao Yao knew her Cheeks must be as red as a tomato. So, when she faced the living Yama's Cold Eyes, she immediately lowered her Little Face and softly spoke.
"Your Highness, may you be blessed."
"Well, what were you all playing just now? You seemed so happy?"
As he watched Nangong Junxi stand up from the ground with a proud smile on his face, Leng Junyu's Cold Eyes shifted to the side where Le Yao Yao was hanging her head low. He asked in a deep voice.
For some reason, seeing this little eunuch laughing heartily while playing with Nangong Junxi made Leng Junyu feel somewhat displeased.
After all, he seemed to remember that during the long time this little eunuch had served him, he had always appeared timid and fearful in front of him, with a wary expression.
It was as if he were a ferocious beast that instilled fear and trepidation, ready to pounce at any moment and devour him whole.
However, in front of Nangong Junxi, he could laugh heartily without any reservations.
Looking at his flower-like smiling face, which carried a hint of pride, he resembled an adorable little kitten. Although very cute, it left him feeling somewhat dissatisfied.
Because his smile was so enchanting, it made him want to hide him away; if he were to smile, it should only be directed at him!
A sudden thought surged within Leng Junyu, causing him to feel a jolt of surprise.
Sword Brows furrowed slightly, feeling perplexed. What was happening to him lately?
Why did such strange thoughts keep appearing in his mind?
Just as Leng Junyu pondered this, Le Yao Yao, hearing his words, kept her head lowered and did not respond.
It was Nangong Junxi who stood up, brushing off the dust from his clothes while addressing Leng Junyu.
“It’s nothing, just playing with this servant!”
At this point, Nangong Junxi paused as if recalling something and continued.
“Senior Brother, I heard from those eunuchs that ten young girls died in the east of the city today. Is that true?”
Since Nangong Junxi had only just woken up, he had learned about this matter from the servants.
Now that Leng Junyu was present, who was most informed about the situation, he curiously asked.
Upon hearing Nangong Junxi's words, a layer of coldness quickly enveloped Leng Junyu's handsome face, and his expression grew serious.
Upon hearing this, even if Leng Junyu did not speak, Nangong Junxi knew that it was true. His previously carefree demeanor gradually faded.
"Ah, today there are ten young girls, and adding the twenty-four from last time, that's thirty-four already. Goodness, does this cult have the ability to hide or burrow underground? Why are they so elusive?! What do we need to do to eradicate them?"
Nangong Junxi was deeply troubled by this matter.
After all, just thinking about those innocent victims filled him with anger towards this cult.
In contrast to Nangong Junxi's fury, Leng Junyu's expression remained dark and his thin lips pressed tightly together. Although his face showed no outward signs of disturbance, the cold and sinister aura emanating from him revealed his inner displeasure and rage.
After all, this incident occurred in the Celestial Yuan Dynasty, which was under the control of their Cold Family. Moreover, the cult members were killing right under their noses—wasn't that a blatant disregard for the authority of their court!?
Everyone fell silent for a moment, and a brief stillness enveloped the surroundings.
Eventually, Leng Junyu retreated to his study and instructed that no one was to disturb him. He must have been contemplating some strategy.
Nangong Junxi followed him inside, and the two discussed matters in the study for an entire afternoon.
Le Yao Yao had finished all her tasks and noticed that Leng Junyu and Nangong Junxi were still in the study, with no sign of when they would emerge.
With nothing else to do, Le Yao Yao decided to find Little Muzi.
At that moment, Little Muzi and several young eunuchs had just finished their chores and were squatting under a large tree to enjoy the shade.
Seeing them, Le Yao Yao walked over and casually sat beside Little Muzi, listening to what everyone was discussing.
However, given the recent significant events in the capital, no matter where one went, the topic of conversation revolved around that heart-wrenching incident.
Le Yao Yao felt uneasy listening to it all and decided to take Little Muzi elsewhere for a stroll. Just then, she overheard Little Li speaking nearby.
"Hey, so many girls have died recently. I doubt the Talent Show will be held this year! I was really looking forward to going and enjoying the festivities!"
"It probably won't happen! Every family with a daughter is either rushing to marry her off or hiding her away, afraid that their girl will become the next victim."
"Exactly! Just yesterday, I went home and heard my mother say that the girl next door, Little Hua, is only thirteen. I always thought of her as a little sister, but tomorrow she’s marrying that fool from the west side of town. Her life is ruined..."
"Yours isn't so bad; a fool can still get by. But my cousin is getting married today to a sixty-year-old man as his eighteenth concubine. Just thinking about it makes me sad..."
"Yeah, so it's likely there won't be a Talent Show this year. After all, which girl would dare to participate now? Everyone is scared..."
Hearing the eunuchs' conversation, Le Yao Yao, who was about to leave, looked puzzled and asked, "Talent Show? What is that?"
"Xiaoyaozi, you don't know about it?!"
Everyone was surprised by Le Yao Yao's question, but then Little Muzi remembered that Le Yao Yao had forgotten everything about the past, so she explained the Talent Show to her.
It turned out that the Talent Show was held once a year, and participants were required to be young girls aged thirteen to eighteen.
In this Talent Show, those girls could showcase their talents, and the top three performers would receive generous prizes.
So every year around this time, eligible young girls who had not yet been married would participate in the Talent Show.
After all, not only could they win great prizes, but in ancient times, most women rarely left their homes. It was hard for them to meet new friends or suitors.
On that day, all the young girls would strive to perform their best on stage in hopes of finding a good match.
After hearing Little Muzi's explanation, Le Yao Yao nodded in understanding.
In ancient times, there were indeed some forms of entertainment, which is quite interesting!
It's a pity, though. From what I've heard, this year's Talent Show probably won't take place.
I can only blame myself for lacking the fortune to witness such events during this time.
According to the living Yama, that cult intends to kill over a hundred young girls, extracting their hearts and taking their blood. So far, thirty-four have already been murdered, leaving sixty-six more to go. Now, who would dare let their daughters show themselves in public? Aren't they afraid of others discovering they have unmarried daughters at home?
Thinking about all this made Le Yao Yao feel a bit downcast.
After all, knowing that more innocent girls would be killed in the future truly saddened her.
If only she could help and rid everyone of this menace! However, she was also self-aware enough to know that she was merely a bit clever; she couldn't accomplish anything significant.
With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Le Yao Yao felt increasingly frustrated.
She didn't even realize when she had returned to the Elegant Breeze Pavilion.
Her head hung low, and her eyes were fixed on the ground.
She seemed like a lost soul until she bumped her forehead against a solid chest, slowly snapping back to reality.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Uh..."
Hearing the familiar magnetic voice above her, Le Yao Yao knew without looking that the person standing in front of her was someone she recognized.
At that moment, she realized that she had unknowingly arrived at the study door of the Elegant Breeze Pavilion. She must have been so absorbed in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed when the living Yama had stood at the door.
She actually ran straight into him. Oh no, how embarrassing.
Thinking of this, Le Yao Yao's pretty face flushed, and she immediately lowered her head, not daring to look up as she stammered, "W-Wang Ye, may you be blessed."
Seeing Le Yao Yao flustered and bowing respectfully, Leng Junyu merely flickered his cold eyes for a moment. He did not press further but gently spoke to Le Yao Yao, "Since you're back, go brew four cups of tea."
"Yes."
Receiving the order, Le Yao Yao quickly nodded in agreement and turned around, rushing to the tea room without looking back to prepare the tea.
After brewing the tea, Le Yao Yao entered the study and discovered that besides the formidable figure present, Nangong Junxi and Mei and Xing were also there.
At that moment, Mei and Xing were reporting the latest findings to Leng Junyu.
"Wang Ye, this time, after investigating with Mei, we finally learned why this cult has been continuously murdering innocent young girls. It turns out that the Cult Leader's wife passed away. Heartbroken over his beloved wife's death, he sought a way to bring her back to life. Thus, he ordered the collection of blood and hearts from over a hundred virgins to concoct a resurrection potion."
As Xing finished speaking, a heavy silence fell over the study. Everyone seemed stunned by her words.
It was no surprise.
After all, in everyone's minds, cults had always represented evil—associated with heinous acts like abduction and cruelty. Anything related to wickedness could not be separated from these cults.
Therefore, upon learning that this cult was systematically killing virgins and gathering their blood and hearts solely to save the Cult Leader's wife, everyone found it hard to believe.
After a long pause, Nangong Junxi finally asked in disbelief.
"Xing, is what you said true?"
Nangong Junxi referred to the fact that the cult's murders and heart extractions were all because the Cult Leader wanted to save his wife.
Upon hearing this, Xing immediately nodded in affirmation.
"Yes."
"Oh, I never expected that! The Cult Leader understands love too!?"
Nangong Junxi's words echoed the thoughts of everyone present.
Le Yao Yao couldn't help but wonder what kind of person this Cult Leader really was.
Recently, she had only heard rumors that this cult was ruthless and violent, committing heinous acts and killing indiscriminately. Moreover, the Cult Leader was said to be synonymous with evil, a man comparable to a living hell.
To say that Heart Palace could rival a living hell meant that anyone who could be compared to such a figure was certainly not normal.
Thus, in Le Yao Yao's mind, the Cult Leader was undoubtedly a cold-blooded and heartless individual.
However, now that she had heard Xing's words, it made her reconsider.
Perhaps this Cult Leader wasn't as the rumors suggested!
After all, people used to say that the living hell was merciless, but once you got to know him, he turned out to be quite decent!
And this Cult Leader, willing to kill a hundred innocent girls to save his wife, was indeed a wicked person. Yet, in front of his wife, perhaps he was the best man in the world!
A man so extremely cruel yet deeply devoted to his wife truly seemed contradictory. It left Le Yao Yao curious about what kind of man he really was.
However, Le Yao Yao knew that she would never encounter this Cult Leader in her lifetime. Moreover, even if she did, she would have to escape as far away as possible.
After all, someone like that would surely instill fear, right?
As Le Yao Yao pondered this, she had already distributed the Tea she was holding to everyone and stood behind the Living Yama.
From her angle, she could see the side profile of the Living Yama perfectly.
At that moment, it was sunset. The sun was gradually sinking into the clouds on the western horizon, casting a golden light that painted the sky in vibrant colors. At a glance, it looked like a ribbon of colorful silk.
It was beautiful!
No wonder poets say that the sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is merely close to dusk.
However, if a demon like Le Yao Yao were to say it, no matter how beautiful the sunset was, it could not compare to the man before her!
His Black Hair flowed like silk, his figure graceful as a startled swan, and his face was stunningly handsome. Even from the side, he was captivatingly perfect.
Although his handsome face was currently covered with a layer of frost, it did not diminish his charm; if anything, it made him seem even cooler!
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