I traveled to the era of female supremacy and became a bad woman

A secret room

One cup after another shattered on the ground...

Feng Yaoxue sat at the table, her hands clenched into fists, so angry that she almost ground her teeth to powder. If it weren't for Bai Mohan cutting off her tongue back then, she would definitely have cursed Zhuo Yueli, that stupid donkey.

Bai Mohan was clearly not a kind person, yet that stupid woman Zhuo Yueli still went after him...

A maidservant standing nearby bowed her head and, seeing Feng Yaoxue's expression, said, "Your Highness, please calm down. Once Your Highness's great cause is accomplished, Zhuo Yueli will not be able to leave the Shang Kingdom."

The maid's words indeed comforted her, and Feng Yaoxue's tightly furrowed brows relaxed somewhat...

She raised her eyebrows slightly, picked up the pen on the table, and wrote a few words.

The maid beside him glanced at him and nodded in understanding, "Yes, Your Highness, please rest assured."

After the maid left, Feng Yaoxue's lips curled slightly. She couldn't speak, and the Empress would definitely not let her inherit the throne. But as long as she killed Feng Zhaoyun, she could control the remaining few incompetent princesses.

Since she cannot become empress herself, she will make the future empress her puppet...

............

in dreams,

Under the peach blossom tree, in the pavilion.

Feng Zhaoyun leaned against Bai Mohan's knees, and Bai Mohan gently stroked her hair.

She was charming and obedient, her phoenix eyes no longer showing their usual aloofness, but were filled with thoughts of him.

She suddenly stood up, stretched out her fair arm, hooked it around his neck, and softly fell into his arms. "Mo Han, my dear."

Holding his beloved in his arms, Bai Mohan gently lifted her chin and tenderly kissed her...

A gentle breeze swept by outside the pavilion, and petals fell one after another.

Inside the pavilion, their passion burned fiercely. Just as he was losing control of his emotions, Yun'er, who was in his arms, suddenly pushed him away playfully.

Bai Mohan looked down at her, his eyes half-closed and his gaze unfocused. "Your Highness, what's wrong?"

Just as he was about to kiss her again, the person in his arms suddenly changed her expression. She grabbed his collar, a smile playing on her lips, "You dare to cast a spell on me..."

Before he could react, a dagger pierced his chest, and he stared at her in shock.

He recognized the dagger; it was his elder brother's personal possession.

The hand holding the dagger pushed it harder, and his beloved prince smiled sinisterly, "Now that I am you, are you satisfied?"

A sudden tightness and sharp pain gripped his chest, jolting him awake. "Your Highness!"

Strands of hair falling across Bai Mohan's forehead were damp with sweat, and his lips were pale...

Startled awake, she opened her eyes to see the military doctor beside Zhuo Yueli changing her bandages. The wound Nangong Shang had inflicted was on her chest.

He lay helplessly on the couch, the pain in his chest from the medication making him constantly recall the dream he had just had.

Countless times before, he had never regretted using the curse on His Highness, but in the last two days, he finally began to regret it...

If His Highness were to die because of him... he would never be able to forgive himself.

He preferred His Highness to be alive rather than to love himself.

After applying the medicine, the military doctor wiped his hands, stood up, and bowed to those behind him. "My lord, the wound has been treated. His Highness Prince Mo's injury was extremely serious and has been left untreated for a long time. Now he can only recover slowly."

Zhuo Yueli sat in front of the table, looking with great interest at the motionless person on the couch.

He was clearly awake, yet he wouldn't even look at me; his eyes were empty.

Zhuo Yueli said, "I'll give you a few more days. I can't wait that long."

The military doctor immediately knelt down, knowing full well what His Highness Zhuo meant. "Yes, yes, Your Majesty, I will do my best."

Zhuo Yueli stood up and walked towards Bai Mohan, saying, "All of you, step back."

The military doctor quickly got up and ran out of the room.

She sat down on the edge of the couch, reached out and touched his exposed neck, then gently lifted his inner garment.

She gently touched the newly bandaged wound on his chest and saw that he did not resist or react. He was still staring blankly into one place and ignored her.

Zhuo Yueli chuckled, grabbed his chin, and forced him to look at her.

As she wished, Bai Mohan's long, narrow eyes suddenly fixed on her, causing Zhuo Yueli to tremble all over...

She looked closely at those eyes; they were indeed very beautiful, yet they exuded arrogance and coldness, as if he might rise up and take her life at any moment.

So what if that's the case? She just loves taming this kind of man. "Why are you looking at me like that? Didn't I tell you to serve me well?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Mohan's lips curled into a smile. "Indeed, Your Highness, but how can I serve you with my injuries?"

Zhuo Yueli leaned closer, their breaths almost touching...

She tilted her head slightly, her words ambiguous, "No rush. In a couple of days, I will take you back to the Western Regions and lock you in the palace. I will have someone cripple your martial arts. You can then serve me well in peace. Your injuries will heal slowly."

Bai Mohan's smile deepened, "Then... Mohan is really looking forward to it."

Seeing that he was so sensible pleased Zhuo Yueli. She chuckled twice, "No rush, after I kill Feng Zhaoyun in the next two days, I will take you back."

Upon hearing Feng Zhaoyun's name, Bai Mohan's expression finally changed. His smile faded, and his fingers clenched into a fist.

At that moment, a guard appeared at the door and announced, "Your Highness, Feng Yaoxue's people have arrived."

Zhuo Yueli stood up and looked down at Bai Mohan. "Rest well. I will come to see you again later."

After saying that, he left the place, saying to the guard at the door, "Keep a close watch. If there are any problems, you'll have to come back with your head."

Guard, "Yes."

After Zhuo Yueli left, Bai Mohan's smile vanished. The medicine he had drunk had been laced with a muscle-relaxing agent, and he was already severely injured, making him even more powerless.

Now both his hands and feet are chained...

We can only wait for the right opportunity...