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What a tragic misunderstanding…

Xuanyuan Ming smiled gleefully as he hugged Meng Fuyao and stepped onto the execution platform, pulling off the fake dagger from his back and discarding the broken bag of chicken blood on his back. He then proceeded to peel off the intricately arranged wounds and smoothly stuffed them into a secret compartment. Meng Fuyao stole a glance only to discover that there were wigs, fake limbs, trick ropes, hundred-treasures box, an expandable and contractible rod, fake arms… It seemed like there was a hidden magician in the imperial palace…

After performing his ultimate trick, the magician looked extremely pleased with his accomplishment, carrying Meng Fuyao into an inner room. The bed looked extremely grand, and on the innermost corner there was another small space, and steam leaked out of it faintly.

The great magician of Xuanyuan gently lay Meng Fuyao on the bed and sat by the side, gathering his thoughts, his long and thin eyebrows scrunched together as his eyes glinted. Like flowing water or a spring wind, his gaze swept over Meng Fuyao's body, causing goosebumps to erupt all over her body as though a million insects were crawling over her. Not withholding her anger, she glared at him and spat, ”If you look one more time, I'll dig your eyes out!”

It was a pity that an emperor who liked to play dead in the middle of the night was not easily frightened by anyone's glare, much less Meng Fuyao's glare. Xuanyuan Min laughed, his red-lined eyes curving into slits as he moved closer to Meng Fuyao. He pointed at the inner room and asked, ”Your Grace, shall we take a bath?”

'Bath your head, I'll wash off your skin sooner or later!'

However, Xuanyuan Min's statement earlier was not a question, but rather an order. He smoothly undid Meng Fuyao's buttons, smiling as he undid them. ”Your body is so strange, it's all soft… Eh, why is this button so hard to undo… Eh, why is there a lump on your shoulder…”

He was just about to tear Meng Fuyao's clothes when he suddenly stopped and pricked his ears up.

The wind had carried the faint sound of someone's robes.

He stopped moving and thought for a moment, saying, ”Another visitor? Let's see who we can catch this time?” Thereafter, he stood up and left, closing the door, preparing to play dead again in his hundred-treasures box.

Meng Fuyao lay silently in the dark as she stared upwards helplessly.

Fine… This was the first time the ever-fortunate Lord Meng had been reduced to this state.

Tonight's carelessness was purely because of the enemy's emotional manipulation. It wasn't that she wasn't alert enough, but rather that she was too concerned with Zong Yue's safety. Under such circumstances, even the most alert person would rush forward when they saw the person they wanted to save ”getting killed”. Who knew that this was all just a bad coincidence that she encountered such a farce.

Wait… Meng Fuyao frowned. Was this really just a coincidence? Was it that she simply bumped into this rabbit lord's game? If it wasn't, then this guy was indeed too cunning.

However, if he had intentionally come to wait for her, how did he know that she was coming?

Or… was he originally not waiting for her?

Meng Fuyao sighed. Her shoulder was beginning to feel itchy as a certain Lord crawled out of her collar and propped itself on its fat hind legs, sitting on her chest, matching her gaze.

The two of them began a conversation via eye contact:

”Damn you, keep sleeping, sleep sleep sleep, don't even know how to warn me when there's danger!”

”Is this dangerous? What do you know, I am only sensitive to murderous intent, that guy didn't have any murderous intent towards you.”

”He didn't have murderous intent, but he had sexual intent!”

”That's great… If you're not a virgin then Master won't want you, then he'll be mine.”

”… So you're actually a Lotus number two!”

The two gazes struck each other, igniting little sparks.

However, Yuan Bao deserved to be scolded. It was fortunate that it shared some friendship and experience with Meng Fuyao. Moreover, its master had countless of peach blossoms by his side, even without Meng Fuyao, there would be others after her. From the looks of it, other than her black-heartedness and bad temper, she was different from other women… She was still considered better than other women by a little bit.

Lord Yuan Bao slowly stretched its claws and hit and rubbed on the meridian points as directed by Meng Fuyao's gaze.

After a while, Meng Fuyao finally stood up and smiled. ”You're pretty fast, much faster than me unblocking my meridians by myself.”

Lord Yuan Bao cast her a withering glance when Meng Fuyao swooped down and stuffed it into her sleeve once more as she stealthily moved to the side of the door and peeked out. Sure enough, Rabbit Lord had hung himself up again.

Honestly speaking, under the dim lighting, those wounds and blood and the dagger all looked incredibly real. The workmanship was truly brilliant, deserving of the best male actor award.

And the sound of the wind had already arrived before her.

The candlelight wavered slightly, and the air shook for a moment as the silhouette of a man in black suddenly appeared on the highest level of the stop steps.

Tall, lean, sharp, simple yet exuding a strange beauty and elegance, his actions alert and calculated, his strength controlled, like a leopard who had emerged from the forest to hunt.

It was the beautiful assassin!

Meng Fuyao stared at the man's figure. His head was slightly raised as he looked at the Rabbit Lord hanging above. Meng Fuyao noticed the sword at his waist, and her eyes flashed, finally acknowledging that he was the number one most attractive assassin.

That year when they had met in Taiyuan, he had armed himself with that very sword as he welcomed Zhan Beiye's challenge. The fight between the two of them in the Forest of Death was the first time she had witnessed the ferocity and power of two masters fighting. If not for Zhangsun Wuji dragging her away, she definitely would have continued watching to the very end.

That time, he could be considered to have helped her, and after that at the gates of Xuanyuan, he had taught her his method of crossing the gates. Since he wasn't an enemy, he was naturally a friend.

Meng Fuyao had never been the kind of person that thought ”since I got unlucky I hope you'll be unlucky too”; she couldn't imagine how the bed was going to fit three people if the attractive assassin were to be dragged into this small room by the Rabbit Lord.