Chapter 13 (2/2)

Hence, he sent people to summon her every day, but she always found a reason to decline, refusing to see him. He understood her feelings. However, understanding is only understanding; it didn't mean he agreed for this status quo to continue.

Since she stirred his interest, he would get her regardless of her ident.i.ty.

His black eyes scanned Qing Ge. ”Tell her that if she refused to attend tomorrow's banquet, we will personally go find her. At that time, she better prepared herself for whatever might come! She best behaves herself.” The words were laden with the overbearingness of a sovereign.

When Qing Ge sneaked back in secret into Zhou Min's bedroom, Zhou Min and 484 were heatedly debating on her ”conquest” strategies as the system navigator felt she was too pa.s.sive and idled the past weeks, even completely refusing to meet the male lead. However, Zhou Min was dead bent on refusing to do any further as she was thoroughly scared by how Lan Ziyu tossed her in bed.

Hence, no matter how many times 484 urged her, she used the pretense of distancing oneself in order to capture his heart. However, if she knew that deadweight Qing Ge gives a daily report of her activities to Lan Ziyu, she would have smashed her head onto the floor.

At first, after that heated night, she was fearful that Lan Ziyu might come to kill her after learning he had an incestuous affair with his sister, but then, she realized that she had mysteriously teleported into her bedroom. She immediately knew it must have been done under Lan Ziyu's order. In other words, he already knew about their affairs. Her fear increased as she waited for a decree to drag her to the execution ground where her body would be split in five by running horses, but what awaited her was medical plasters for sore muscles and beautiful garments.

She thought he was using those things to bribe her and shut her mouth from spreading rumors, but Qing Ge did a good job transmitting Lan Ziyu's not very subtle hints to her every day which she made her feel she ate s.h.i.+t.

Don't tell me this country is very open to incest? Is that why Lan Ziyu didn't have any adverse reaction after sleeping with his sister? Should I feel happy?! Why? Why? Why did it turn out like this? (⊙_⊙)

Zhou Min knew that she could hide once, but she couldn't hide forever otherwise the consequences would be terrible. Yet, she refused to deal with this matter as long as possible. (._.)

After spying on Zhou Min, Qing Ge returned to report back to Lan Ziyu. The latter couldn't help smiling after hearing the report. He waved to dismiss his dark guard, then looked down at his the tent between his legs. He closed his eyes and recalled the memory of that night in Clear Jade Hall where he held Zhou Min like a madman. Unable to endure the l.u.s.t, he plunged his hand in his pants and grabbed his p.e.n.i.s. His mind was now filled with Zhou Min's alluring appearance, her virginal reactions and her tight v.a.g.i.n.a.

He began to m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e. His stroking movements increased in speed with time until, finally, he let out a husky groan at the same time his s.e.m.e.n spurted out. His patience was reaching its limit as he looked at the sticky white fluid on his hand. Fifteen days of abstinence… Although that hateful girl decided to selectively forget about their affairs, his body couldn't forget about her. He had to concede that his reason couldn't win over his desire.

Anyway, he was keeping tabs of the interests, and when the time comes, he would make her pay back all the time she has made him wait. He couldn't help laughing arrogantly, antic.i.p.ating that moment. ”Imperial sister, let see until when you can hide from me.”

The next day, Lan Ziyu was incredibly excited as the long-awaited banquet was tonight and the real main guest of this banquet was his sister, Lan Min. Night came fast. The banquet venue was illuminated by a mult.i.tude of lights, bustling with cheers, dances and songs. Everything was ready to welcome the envoys from the neighbor country, and also showcasing the might and prosperity of the Mist Empire.

Within that atmosphere of intoxication and decadence, Lan Ziyu was dressed in his black dragon robe and wore a purple crown which held his combed black hair. His eyes were slightly squinted as he held in one hand a cup of wine. He was leaning back lazily on his throne, arrogant and aloof, towering above the ma.s.s. His expression was stretched into a cold smile.

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