Ye Zhenxian had already taken an aphrodisiac and could hardly wait; he urgently needed to vent on someone.
"Yes, Prince Xian," the staff member sighed softly, daring not to persuade further, and turned to walk outside.
Ye Zhenxian tugged at his clothing and smirked as he called out, "Little beauty, I am here to take good care of you."
Hearing the increasingly close footsteps and disgusting words, Leng Yu Yan quickly hid behind the door.
With a creak, the door was pushed open, and a man with slightly open clothing entered.
Ye Zhenxian saw two palace maids lying askew on the floor, his eyes narrowed.
What's going on, where is Princess Beilan?
As he turned his head...
Leng Yu Yan struck with her palm like a blade, chopping the back of his neck.
Ye Zhenxian immediately collapsed to the ground.
He was hit in the spinal nerves, and now he was unable to stand up due to weakness, but his eyes continuously swept over Leng Yu Yan's body, and his mouth was not idle either.
