Mo Xiaoji waved her hands repeatedly: “It’s okay, it’s okay, sister, please practice! I love watching sword dancing.”
The woman giggled and shook her head: “You usually hate when people carry knives and swords. How did you change today?” Her voice was incredibly pleasant, even more melodious than a yellow warbler’s song.
Mo Xiaoji awkwardly scratched her head: “Hehe… hehe…” Mo Xiaoji laughed dryly.
Fortunately, the woman had already begun concentrating on her sword dance, and Mo Xiaoji breathed a sigh of relief.
Took Advantage of a Handsome Man
Her clothes ethereal, steps phantasmal, the sword shadows transforming into a white silver ribbon dancing up and down.
Mo Xiaoji watched, completely mesmerized, forgetting to drink her tea.
Just as Mo Xiaoji was fully enjoying the view, she heard a cold snort near her ear.
Turning around, she saw the evil man in black brocade robes, Lord Mingwang, standing behind her with a gloomy face. She didn’t know how he entered, as this was the residence of the principal royal wife.
In fact, Mo Xiaoji felt somewhat embarrassed seeing him, having taken advantage of him. At the thought of “taking advantage”, an inappropriate scene flashed in her mind, causing a cat-who-got-the-fish expression to appear on her face, her little tongue involuntarily licking her rosy lips. All of this was seen by the black-robed man, making his cold gaze even more intense.
What man would willingly let a woman take advantage of him, making himself look like a pretty boy? Just imagining it was humiliating enough. What was more infuriating was that the person who took advantage still wore a satisfied expression, which no real man could tolerate.
“Hmph!” Another cold snort escaped Lord Mingwang’s thin, jade-like lips.
This time, Mo Xiaoji was provoked. So what if she took advantage of him? He didn’t need to be so petty, as if he’d never been taken advantage of before.
Mo Xiaoji mockingly curled her lips, muttering: “Such a sissy. It’s just a kiss on the mouth. Is it such a big deal? I didn’t even want to!”
Mo Xiaoji spoke very softly, so softly that even she could barely hear herself. But Lord Mingwang’s expression changed, his face as dark as storm clouds before a tempest.
His voice was terrifyingly cold: “Say that again.”
Mo Xiaoji blinked, thinking to herself, what the hell, is he human or a ghost? How could he hear something spoken so softly?
Yama Lord angrily glared at Miss Mo, and only after the Principal Wife called twice did he reluctantly throw Miss Mo to the ground, causing her to grimace in pain and involuntarily curse.
A Smile That Topples Kingdoms
“Damn it! Bastard!”
Apparently, Yama Lord heard this remark again.
“Say another word and I’ll kill you,” Yama Lord was clearly enraged by Miss Mo. This was the first time someone had provoked him so much, and he had an urge to eat human flesh.
Miss Mo seemed even more furious, placing her hands on her hips with a dark expression: “Bastard, bastard, you’re just a bastard, got it? Got it? You’re just a woman, a woman… a woman…”
Yama Lord bit his lip hard, his gaze growing increasingly cold. He glanced at the woman in white, ultimately restraining himself and no longer paying attention to Miss Mo, turning to leave.
The woman in white standing nearby had a cool expression, her soft eyes looking at Miss Mo, and softly said, “You’re the first person who can make Yama angry, and definitely the only one.”
Miss Mo, cursing breathlessly and parched, grabbed a teacup and drank deeply. Hearing the white-clad woman’s words, she turned her head sheepishly: “I didn’t want to curse him, he bullied me.”
The woman in white said nothing more, just giving a gentle, nation-toppling smile, but her eyes were flowing with intense emotion.
Luxurious Room
Mo Xiaoji’s eyes were dazzled by such a lavish room, her mind calculating that just randomly picking a corner here would be enough to support her lifestyle for several years. At a glance, each item was crystal-clear and jade-like, absolutely precious treasures.
The floor was covered with expensive, pure-colored thin carpet, and several exquisite incense burners continuously wafted fragrant air.
A dozen enchantingly dressed, beautiful green-robed maids stood on both sides, holding various musical instruments. As they entered, each maid’s expression was strange.
In the center of the palace, a long tiger-head low table was placed.
On the low table’s soft yellow cushion—
She nestled her snake-like sinuous waist into the embrace of the man beside her, her face wearing a smile so captivating it could kill.
The man beside her was even more stunning, with eyes that occasionally tilted, his gaze sparkling and flowing, causing everyone to stare in a daze.
Mo Xiaoji looked at the enchanting, beautiful woman, unable to look away, but when she looked carefully, she stepped back in horror.
The Flayed Beautiful Woman
The beautiful woman flayed in the bamboo forest.
Although she was much more beautiful and more enchanting than the pitiful woman in the bamboo forest, Mo Xiaoji would never mistake it—they were the same person.
Thinking that the beautiful woman before her would eventually be reduced to just a skin hanging in the bamboo forest for a thousand years made Mo Xiaoji break out in cold sweat. She wanted to turn and run, but Jun Wang’s gaze was calmly sweeping over her and the white-clothed woman, preventing her from moving.
Moxiaoji shuddered: “Bamboo forest.”
“Hahaha… Hahaha…” Liu Su laughed wildly, her gaze becoming mockingly strange. “Does sister really not know, or is she pretending not to know?”
Moxiaoji looked at Liu Su’s approaching face with a hint of eeriness, backing away in panic: “What do you mean by knowing or not knowing? I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Could you please explain clearly?”
Liu Su stopped, giving a coquettish smile, looking at Moxiaoji suspiciously: “Sister, you’re really joking with me. Your third brother was the prince’s lifelong attendant. Hasn’t he told you that shameless woman is actually a venomous devil? Hasn’t he warned you to be careful of her?”
Moxiaoji was completely confused, with only one clear thought – she was talking about the white-clothed woman, the princess.
“The princess, how could she be a devil? Don’t talk nonsense,” Moxiaoji couldn’t believe such a pure woman could be a devil.
“Hmph! No wonder they say the Hao family’s feng shui belongs to the Hao family’s men. Sure enough, Hao family women are all foolish, destined to die by that devilish woman’s hand.”
“What are you talking about? Can you explain clearly? If you keep insulting me, I’ll be angry,” Moxiaoji was truly furious. Although she didn’t want to argue with someone who would die miserably, it didn’t mean she was afraid.
The woman’s mouth curved in a sweet smile, walking to the low table, picking up the jade tea cup and drinking it in one gulp.
Her beautiful phoenix eyes glanced sideways at Moxiaoji, coldly laughing: “She thinks others don’t know the dirty things she does daily. To maintain her face, she’s killed countless people. Such a pity for those bamboo forests, now not even a bird wants to go there.”
Liu Su watched Moxiaoji’s face gradually turn horrified, giving a miserable laugh: “Hasn’t sister noticed there’s not a single butterfly? Why did sister come to the prince’s mansion? Don’t you know it’s long been cursed, and everyone here is doomed?”
Moxiaoji’s cold sweat surged with Liu Su’s narrative.
Hearing the white-clothed woman’s gentle words, Mo Xiaoji trembled all over, trying to squeeze out a smile on her face, but after struggling for a long time, her expression was even more unsightly than crying, and finally she herself gave up.
