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This thought made him feel extremely ashamed and angry, but his body betrayed his will and leaned forward even more limply.

The eunuch led the two men to a rather elegant warm room on the east side of Yongxiang.

This place was indeed secluded, and the lights were dimmer than those on the main road. A faint warm light shone through the pavilion, and it seemed as if there were figures moving around.

The eunuch felt relieved and was about to turn around and speak, perhaps wanting to say, "Your Highness, the warm room is ready, please come in and rest."

Or maybe he wanted to remind them that there was already a "guest" inside, but before he could say anything -

Chu Ziyu's eyes became fierce, and his right hand, which had been hanging by his side and seemed powerless, pointed like a knife and chopped the back of the eunuch's neck accurately and swiftly!

The movement was so clean and smooth that even Lin Ci'an, who was leaning on his left shoulder, didn't feel much shaking.

The eunuch didn't even have time to utter a groan before his eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness.

Almost at the same time, the 6872 in my mind quickly reported as if taking credit: "Got the boss! That Liu Wanru inside.

I've already let her fall into a 'natural' sleep. I guarantee she won't wake up even if struck by lightning, and there will be absolutely no signs of her being knocked unconscious by any external force!"

Chu Ziyu didn't even look at the eunuch lying on the ground or the closed door of the warm room.

He held Lin Ci'an tightly, and without any hesitation, quickly turned into a narrower and darker palace road next to it.

This path is rarely visited and leads directly to the back door of his bedroom. It is a shortcut discovered by 6872.

Soon, his bedroom was right in front of him.

As he expected, the area near the palace gate was unusually quiet. None of the palace maids and eunuchs who were on duty on weekdays were seen. It seemed that they were all transferred away by Concubine Liu under some excuse, just to facilitate her niece's "good deed".

A cold light flashed in Chu Ziyu's eyes, and the sneer in his heart became even stronger.

(What a good mother he is.)

Chu Ziyu did not go through the main gate, but went around to the back and opened an inconspicuous corner door with a small key he carried with him.

The bedroom was empty and quiet, and the candles were not all lit, making it seem a little deserted.

The air was filled with a deliberately created, ambiguous warm fragrance, which was obviously arranged in advance by Concubine Liu to add to the fun.

There were still some incense sticks that had not been completely burned in the incense burner in the corner, obviously they had not been removed in time.

Chu Ziyu glanced at the incense burner and frowned slightly, but he had no time to care about it at the moment.

He walked straight through the main hall, brought Lin Ci'an, who was unconscious, burning hot, and almost hanging on him, into the side hall, and placed him on the bed.

The feeling of his body sinking into the soft quilt made Lin Ci'an let out a vague sigh.

The cold wind blowing along the way seemed to have torn a tiny crack in his burning mind, but it also made the medicinal properties of "Spring Breeze" penetrate deeper into his bones, interweaving with the surging blood and hatred into a chaotic mist.

(It’s so hot…hate…)

(Why... can't I escape...)

He opened his eyes with difficulty, his vision was blurry. The figure swaying in front of him was wearing a moon-white robe, which became a bright yellow robe in Lin Ci'an's eyes under the candlelight.

It’s Chu Ziyu!

It was the emperor who had watched him being tortured in his cell with cold eyes! It was the enemy who had used him to his heart's content and then kicked him away!

The intense hatred was like a poisonous fire that instantly devoured the last bit of rationality.

The roaring desire within him twisted this hatred into a more destructive and possessive impulse.

(…Catch him…)

(…Let him feel pain too…)

(…Tear off that pretense of superiority…)

Chu Ziyu had just put him down and was about to stand up, but the pain in his left arm made him move a little slowly.

In this instant!

Lin Ci'an's originally soft body burst out with amazing strength. He suddenly turned over and pressed the unsuspecting Chu Ziyu heavily onto the bed!

"Uh!"

Chu Ziyu's back hit the bed, he groaned, and his scattered black hair spread out.

"Lin Ci'an! How dare you!"