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He looked at Chu Ziyu, his eyes red, filled with shock, anger and humiliation, but he forced himself to suppress all his vulnerability.

There was only a proud silence on the verge of breaking.

His lower lip was bitten so hard that it almost bled.

"Your origin? I don't care.

But now, Your Highness, you yourself are the most valuable 'chip'."

He leaned down, almost close to Chu Ziyu's ear, and said the cruelest words in the softest voice: "Twice, Your Highness.

Last time it didn't work, this time...

But the evidence is strong.

Tell me, if everyone knew that the noble and dignified Third Prince was so lowly...what would happen?"

"I don't want to be disgraced, and I don't want to lose the qualification to compete for that position..."

His tone held a cruel temptation, “Then be obedient.

Stay with me.

I will help you.

Otherwise, I don't mind letting everyone appreciate what Your Highness looks like now... and last night.

You know, I have the ability.”

Chu Ziyu's body shook violently, as if he was stabbed hard by these words.

(Last night...what happened last night?

Why is it blank?

Why does the body become like this?

Although he was drunk last time, he still had some memories, but this time...)

A guess suddenly popped into his confused mind -

"you……"

He suddenly raised his head, his long wet eyelashes lifted, and his eyes, which were originally filled with mist and confusion, suddenly became sharp, with incredible shock and anger.

Although the traces of tears had not yet dried, a layer of coldness belonging to a prince quickly condensed on his pale face. However, it was shattered by the huge impact, showing a shaky and fragile feeling.

His voice was no longer hoarse and trembling, but was extremely low, and each word seemed to be ground out from between his teeth:

"you--"

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice, but a barely perceptible tremor still leaked out. "You used Gu on me?"

Apart from this sinister and strange thing, he could not explain why he had no memory but left such terrible marks!

Apart from someone like Lin Ci'an who will do anything to achieve his goals, who else would use this kind of thing on him!

His heart was bleeding, especially when he saw Chu Ziyu suddenly look up because of his words, with more than just fear and despair in his eyes.

Adding to the immense anger and disbelief he felt after being viciously plotted against, the pain almost suffocated him.

(He guessed it... well, that would make me look even more despicable and scare him even more.)

This was the only way he had chosen to get close to him. Even if it led to hell, even if there was no return, he would drag Chu Ziyu down with him.

He suppressed the bitterness in his throat and met those broken yet sharp eyes. There was no trace of panic on his face.

Instead, it slowly curved into an almost cruel arc.

There was no denial in that smile, only a kind of acquiescence, and even a bit of appreciation for his keen sense of nastiness.

"Your Highness is indeed... extremely intelligent."

"You figured out the key point so quickly."

He didn't admit it directly, but this rhetorical question, which was almost a compliment, was more chilling than a direct admission of "yes".

Chu Ziyu's breathing suddenly stopped.

"How dare you..."

His voice trembled slightly with extreme anger and a coldness that came from deep in his bones.

As a prince, he was actually plotted against and defiled by his subjects using such despicable means!

"Lin Ci'an,"

"Do you know that this is a grave crime punishable by the death of nine generations of your clan?!"

Lin Ci'an chuckled softly, as if he had heard some funny joke.

"Kill the Nine Clans?"

He repeated, his tone frivolous, "Your Highness, are you willing to do this?"

His eyes swept across Chu Ziyu's scarred collarbone with a hint of meaning, "If my entire clan is executed, the scandal between Your Highness and me will probably be known to the world.

How will Your Highness deal with it then?"

He accurately grasped Chu Ziyu's most fatal weaknesses - his ambition, his reputation, and his throne.

"not to mention,"

Lin Ci'an lowered his voice even lower, whispering with a devilish allure, "Doesn't your Highness now also belong to my 'Nine Clans'? We... have long been tied to the same rope."

These words are extremely shameless, but they also hit the nail on the head.

Chu Ziyu's whole body trembled and his pupils constricted.

He stared at Lin Ci'an, his chest heaving violently, but he couldn't utter a word.

Anger, humiliation, fear, and a hint of despair of being completely dragged into the abyss almost drowned him.

Lin Ci'an's shameless words, uttered with a smile, were like cold venom injected into his blood vessels, freezing all his struggles.

The light in those eyes filled with shock and anger dimmed little by little, and finally settled into a bottomless, rippleless cold pool.

A long silence permeated the tent, and the air was so heavy that it almost stagnated.

Finally, Chu Ziyu slowly loosened his clenched fists bit by bit. His fingertips turned white from the force and now drooped weakly.

He closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, all the emotions in them were forcibly stripped away, leaving only a resigned, cold calm.

"……it is good."