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

A secret room

Zhuo Yueli walked to the door, and the guard knelt down, "Your Highness."

Zhuo Yueli lowered her eyes slightly, "How is it?"

The guard reported, "Your Highness, there has been no unusual activity. His Highness Prince Mo has been very cooperative these past few days."

"Cooperate?" Zhuo Yueli scoffed...

She didn't believe this madman would be so obedient. Bai Mohan's eccentricity was well-known in several countries. Seeing that his injuries had almost healed in the past few days, he should be preparing to escape.

Guga sent men to keep him under guard.

According to his subordinates, he not only ate well but also slept after eating, showing no signs of wanting to escape.

Thinking of something, Zhuo Yueli lowered her head and sneered, "Could it be that he's plotting something bad..."

She pushed open the door and went inside.

The servants inside withdrew.

Bai Mohan was leaning lazily against a soft pillow, one leg bent at the knee, wearing a dark red undergarment, his muscular abs half-concealed beneath his strong chest.

But his face was still somewhat pale. Although it was much better than a few days ago, Nangong Shang's attack was too severe. It would take time for him to fully recover.

He was engrossed in reading a storybook. He knew Zhuo Yueli had come in; that stupid woman had been adding muscle relaxant to his medicine every day, just to keep him from running away.

If a normal person took this cartilage-softening powder, they would definitely be unable to move. But after he took it, although he couldn't use his internal energy, he was still alright.

Seeing how relaxed he was, Zhuo Yueli noticed that there was still half a cup of fragrant tea left on the table.

A slight smile played on her lips as she picked up the teacup, brought it to her lips, took a gentle sniff, and then slowly drank the tea.

It must be said that Zhuo Yueli is indeed stunningly beautiful. Unlike the delicate and demure type of women from the Central Plains, she has thick eyebrows, big eyes, and striking features, a typical beauty from the Western Regions. If she were to act coquettishly with such looks, few men would be able to resist her.

But because she was always so fierce and menacing, no one dared to entertain such thoughts.

Seeing her drinking his tea in such an obsessive way, Bai Mohan raised an eyebrow and smiled mischievously, "Your Highness Zhuo is so obsessed with the military doctor's teacup?"

what!

Zhuo Yueli's eyes widened in surprise, a hint of annoyance in them. She crushed a teacup and threw it on the ground.

Seeing her like this, Bai Mohan chuckled, "Use and discard, Your Highness's behavior is making me quite afraid."

Zhuo Yueli walked to the bed, looking down at Bai Mohan. She saw that he was not afraid at all, and looked directly into her eyes with a mocking smile.

She removed the sword and belt from her body and then untied her belt.

Then she flipped him over, pinning him beneath her, straddling his waist and abdomen, and lifted his chin with her finger. "Your Highness, how is your injury healing?"

Bai Mohan followed her finger, raised his head slightly, and looked at her with his long, slender eyes. "Your Highness has taken good care of me. I feel very good."

Looking at that face and eyes, Zhuo Yueli swallowed hard, took off her outer robe, and casually tossed it aside.

She leaned forward, supporting herself with one hand on Bai Mohan's side, and slipped the other hand inside his shirt...

Unlike those from the Western Regions, Bai Mohan had fair skin but a very strong physique. She peered down his open collar.

But Bai Mohan grabbed her wrist.

Looking up again, Zhuo Yueli's eyes were filled with desire. Her eyes were slightly red and her lips were slightly parted. She was not angry at his actions in stopping her. Instead, it aroused her even more.

She chuckled softly, pressed his hand aside, and leaned close to his neck.

Feeling her hot breath lingering faintly on his neck, Bai Mohan felt a wave of disgust...

Zhuo Yueli finally couldn't resist and lightly kissed his Adam's apple with her lips, unconsciously letting out a soft moan.

With his other hand, he ripped open his undershirt.

In contrast, Bai Mohan's eyes were cold and devoid of any lust. He merely glanced at her indifferently.

Zhuo Yueli straightened up, unbuttoned her inner garment, revealing her bodice underneath. She pulled the garment down to her shoulders, leaned down again, and cupped his face in her hands.

Looking at her shapely lips, her blood rushed to her head, and she kissed her fiercely.

The icy touch sent shivers down her spine, like a refreshing spring, teasing her relentlessly, making her itch with desire! She breathed heavily, lost in the sensation...

Suddenly a sharp pain...

Zhuo Yueli straightened up, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth with one hand. "You dare to bite me...."

Bai Mohan wiped the blood from his lips. "Your Highness, you've pressed on my wound..."

Zhuo Yueli looked over and saw that the white cloth wrapped around Bai Mohan's chest was now indeed a red patch.

She leaned closer again, gently stroking his cheek with one hand, her tone ambiguous, "Your Highness, Mo... just sit there. Let me serve you from above the first time, okay? I will never hurt you."

That bitch.....

Bai Mohan looked completely innocent. "But... I'm afraid I'm powerless. Nangong Shang was too ruthless, damaging my very foundation. I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint Your Highness."

Hearing him say that, Zhuo Yueli realized something was wrong. She looked down at his lower abdomen and saw that there was no movement... With her looks, it was impossible for a man not to be attracted to her. Could it be true?

Thinking of this, she closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and took a deep breath...

That spoiled the mood....

Zhuo Yueli rolled off the bed, stood by the couch, tied her inner robe, picked up the outer robe that had fallen to the ground and put it on, and was about to leave.

Bai Mohan grabbed the hem of her clothes.

Zhuo Yueli turned around and saw his innocent face, much like a resentful woman who had been abandoned. "Your Highness Zhuo... why did you leave so suddenly? Is it because... you don't want me anymore..."

Zhuo Yueli, unwilling to give up, looked at his long legs again, her expression perfectly calm...

She then pushed his hand away, saying, "You should rest well. Tomorrow, we will set off back to the Western Regions."

Leaving tomorrow?

Bai Mohan's eyes flickered. "Why the rush?"

Zhuo Yueli glanced at him, inwardly scoffing, not afraid that he would know. "Tonight, once Feng Zhaoyun dies, and the God of War of the Shang Kingdom is dead, chaos will surely ensue, and we can leave the Shang Kingdom."

Before she could finish speaking, she turned around, leaned close to him, and said with a wicked smile, "Let's start a war at the border."

Just as he was about to leave, Zhuo Yueli turned to the side and said, "By the way, your wife is now the Empress and busy with her ascension to the throne. She has no intention of looking for you. So don't keep indulging in wishful thinking."

After saying this, Zhuo Yueli left the house without lingering.

Whether Feng Zhaoyun lives or dies, they'll leave tomorrow anyway. This trip, causing trouble for them and even kidnapping Bai Mohan, isn't a complete loss...

Bai Mohan picked up a handkerchief from the side and carefully wiped his fingers. "Have you ascended the throne?"

Even though she knew that Zhuo Yueli had said these words on purpose, she still felt a pang of pain in her heart when she heard that Zhuo Yueli had stopped looking for her.

Bai Mohan said to himself, "Your Highness... do you really not want Mohan anymore...?"

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