In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

Xie Xiran hurried back to his residence with mixed feelings.

As soon as I entered the door, I was met with the concerned gazes of Zhou Yunzi, Li Yingying, Zhao Manyun, as well as Wang Yuechan's eyes full of worry.

As soon as they saw Xie Xiran coming back, they surrounded her and asked her about her situation with Li Zimo.

"Sister Xiran, are you okay? Did that thief do anything to you?"

Zhou Yunzi asked anxiously.

Li Yingying and Zhao Manyun also echoed, their eyes slightly red, obviously having prepared for the worst.

Xie Xiran looked at their worried expressions, and a warm feeling surged in her heart. She shook her head gently and said with a blushing face:

"No, he...he was very polite and didn't bully me."

Although she still felt unwilling and shy in her heart, she tried her best to make her tone sound calm and natural.

Upon hearing this, the concubines all breathed a sigh of relief, but then became worried about the future.

"Then what should we do next?"

Zhou Yunzi asked again, her eyes full of helplessness.

At this time, Wang Yuechan stood up, her eyes firm and resolute.

"We can't just let this go. I want to avenge my father!"

She said loudly, with undeniable power in her voice.

Upon hearing this, Xie Xiran hurriedly grabbed her hand and tried to dissuade her.

"Yuechan, calm down. Li Zimo's strength is extraordinary. We can't act rashly."

Although she did not directly reveal the secret of the soul contract, the concern and admonition in her words were obvious.

Wang Yuechan looked at Xie Xiran, a complicated light flashing in her eyes.

"Sister Xiran, don't worry. I've already made up my mind. I'll volunteer to help him get dressed tomorrow. Then, I'll use the dagger..."

Her words revealed determination and ruthlessness, but Xie Xiran was terrified.

"Yuechan, you must not be impulsive!"

Xie Xiran interrupted her anxiously,

"I know you want revenge, but you'll only hurt yourself."

She held Wang Yuechan's hand tightly, trying to comfort her with her strength.

However, when her eyes fell on Wang Yuechan's beautiful and elegant face, she couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in her heart.

Yes, Wang Yuechan is so beautiful, how could Li Zimo hurt her so easily?

Thinking of this, Xie Xiran's anxiety eased a little.

"Yuechan, if you really want revenge, you must be careful."

"We cannot forget hatred, but we cannot let hatred blind us and put ourselves in danger."

Xie Xiran said earnestly.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuechan nodded, with a glimmer of determination in her eyes.

"Don't worry, Sister Xiran. I will be careful. For my father and our family, I will never give up easily."

In this way, Xie Xiran and the girls spent a sleepless night in tension and worry.

Wang Yuechan's revenge plan was also quietly brewing in the dark.

......

In the early morning, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains and poured into Li Zimo's room.

He had just woken up from training, and was surrounded by the tremendous power of breaking through to the fourth level of warrior, and he was in an extremely happy mood.

This new energy made him feel unprecedentedly powerful, but also caused him to feel restless and unable to release it.

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door, and Wang Yuechan's slightly fearful but extremely firm voice:

"Sir, Yuechan is here."

Li Zimo smiled slightly, with a hint of playfulness in his voice:

"come in."

The door slowly opened and Wang Yuechan walked in with a smile. Her smile was like a flower blooming in spring, beautiful and warm.

However, behind this smile lies a deep hatred and determination for revenge.

She tried her best to make herself look like she had truly forgotten the hatred for her father's murder, but her eyes occasionally flashed with a barely perceptible coldness.

Li Zimo looked at her smile and beautiful face and nodded slightly:

"Well, come on."

He enjoyed the service from the beauty, but he couldn't help but feel curious about Wang Yuechan's true intentions.

Wang Yuechan walked gently to the bedside and began to help Li Zimo get dressed.

Her fingers gently stroked his collar, but her heart was in turmoil.

She tried several times to take out the dagger from her bosom and deal a fatal blow to the murderer of her father, but the power of the soul contract was like a shackle, preventing her from moving at all.

She was terrified and anxious in her heart, but her body seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, and she could only continue to serve Li Zimo gently.

Every movement she made seemed so natural and smooth, as if she was really willing to serve him.

However, deep down in her heart, she was filled with disappointment, fear and anxiety.

Finally, under Li Zimo's gaze, she completed all the work of a maid.

She felt as if she had spent a century.

When she was about to leave, Li Zimo suddenly asked:

"Yuechan, what do you want to do with the dagger?"

Wang Yuechan was shocked. She didn't expect her secret to be discovered so quickly.

But under the influence of this powerful soul contract, she was unable to lie.

She spoke softly:

"I am planning to assassinate you, young master, to avenge my father."

When she said this, she was extremely terrified.

She knew that she had been completely exposed to Li Zimo, and what awaited her next was most likely death.

However, she had no regrets or intention to retreat.

She knew that this was the only thing she could do for her father.

Upon hearing this, Li Zimo's smile became even more playful.

He reached out his hand and gently stroked Wang Yuechan's cheek:

"Yeah, I understand. But..."

He deliberately dragged out his voice, making Wang Yuechan feel even more uneasy.

"But what?"

Wang Yuechan couldn't help but ask.

Li Zimo smiled slightly:

"But I think you look even more charming now. Take off your coat and dance for me in your veil."

Wang Yuechan's body trembled slightly, and she felt extremely rejected in her heart.

But under the influence of the soul contract, she could only obediently take off her outer clothes again, leaving only a veil to cover her body.

Then she began to dance across the spacious room.

Every movement of Wang Yuechan seemed so reluctant, yet driven by an invisible force.

Her body, wrapped in gauze, showed a breathtaking beauty, but beneath that beauty lay endless pain and struggle.

Her heart beat like a drum, and every beat seemed to be telling of her unwillingness and humiliation.

Li Zimo's gaze was like fire, burning every inch of Wang Yuechan's skin and also burning her soul.

She felt that her dignity was being trampled upon bit by bit, and the despair of being unable to resist almost made her collapse.

However, the constraints of the soul contract prevented her from breaking free from this cage. She could only continue to show her softness and fragility in this spacious room as a dancer.