Sludge suction system

Just as the Fourth Prince was holding Hua Yu and preparing to take things further, a subordinate suddenly reported. The Fourth Prince frowned and had no choice but to release Hua Yu's hand. After straightening his clothes, he told his subordinate to continue reporting.

"Your Highness, the Crown Prince has sent you a letter." The servant kneeling below carefully held a cowhide envelope in both hands, his head almost touching the ground.

The Fourth Prince sat upright at his desk, his brows furrowed slightly, his gaze sharp as he looked at the servant. Then, he gave Leng Er, who was beside him, a subtle wink. Leng Er understood immediately, quickly stepping forward to take the envelope from the servant's hand with light and respectful movements. He then turned to face the Fourth Prince, presenting the envelope with utmost deference, and said softly, "Your Highness, please take a look."

The Fourth Prince nodded slightly and extended his right hand to accept the envelope. At this moment, Hua Yu, standing to the side, softly asked, "Your Highness, what is the contents of this letter?" However, before she could finish speaking, the Fourth Prince turned to look at her, his tone gentle yet carrying an undeniable authority, and said, "Yu'er, I have important matters to attend to here. You may leave now." With that, he waved to Leng Er. Leng Er immediately understood, quickly went to Hua Yu's side, gestured for her to leave, and escorted her slowly out of the study.

After Hua Yu left, the Fourth Prince gently opened the envelope, took out the letter, and unfolded it. He saw several large characters written in a flamboyant style: "Lan Feng, meet me at Qingfeng Tower, come immediately." Upon seeing this, the Fourth Prince was filled with rage. He slammed his hand on the desk, stood up, and shouted angrily, "That Crown Prince! Qingfeng Tower again! It must be because of Hua Xiang's matter. Will you go this time or not?" For a moment, the atmosphere in the study became extremely tense, as if even the air itself had frozen.

The Fourth Prince clutched the letter tightly, pacing back and forth in his room, pondering the Crown Prince's intentions behind the invitation. He knew the Crown Prince was cunning and treacherous, and every meeting he arranged was fraught with hidden agendas. But if he refused, the Crown Prince might seize upon it and use it against him. Thus, the Fourth Prince fell into deep thought, the minutes ticking by, his mind still undecided. After a fierce internal struggle, finally, the Fourth Prince gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and set off for Qingfeng Tower.

"Little Zha, do you have any remote playback function? I want to see what happens between the Crown Prince, Lan Feng, and Hua Xiang. It's bound to be exciting, maybe they'll even fight. I can't miss such a wonderful scene." Hua Yu left the Fourth Prince's residence, but didn't go far. He turned around and ordered the servants to drive the carriage towards Qingfeng Tower.

The Crown Prince was leisurely sipping tea in a private room at Qingfeng Tower. Lying on the bed was Hua Xiang, who had been drugged. She was waiting for Lan Feng to come and keep their appointment. The show was about to begin.

Lan Feng quickly arrived at the private room of Qingfeng Tower. He pushed open the door but saw no one. He only smelled a strange fragrance, which was the intoxicating scent.

As the incense slowly burned, wisps of smoke rose gently, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to be subtly manipulated by an invisible hand, quickly plunging the room into a dreamlike state.

The light seemed to shift, the once bright and warm candlelight now veiled in a crimson mist, its glow flickering and swaying, outlining the room's furnishings with an ambiguous silhouette. The flowers and birds on the carved screen seemed to come alive, their wings fluttering and blossoms trembling as if whispering secrets and pouring out their hearts to each other; the shadows of the tables and chairs stretched long and intertwined on the floor, like pairs of inseparable lovers.

The temperature was also quietly rising. Even though the amount of charcoal hadn't been increased, it had become inexplicably hot and dry. The air had become thick and heavy, and every breath was filled with a rich aroma that seemed to penetrate right into the lungs. The cold wind outside was flapping against the windowpanes, trying to break in and dispel the damp heat, but it was firmly kept out. The room was becoming an increasingly enclosed haven of comfort.

Even the sounds were altered by this aphrodisiac fragrance; the hustle and bustle of the city outside the window and the elegant music inside were all blurred into a buzzing background noise. The beaded curtains of the bed rustled softly, whispering and murmuring, as if someone were whispering sweet nothings in one's ear; occasionally, the tables and chairs creaked, like suppressed moans, stirring the deepest emotions within. A misty vapor had somehow spread, slightly dampening the sheer curtains, which clung to the bed like a lover's caress; the flowers in the vase, glistening with dew, seemed even more alluring, releasing an even more captivating fragrance that made one's gaze hazy, one's mind increasingly confused, and one utterly succumb to this trap of intoxication.

The moment Lan Feng sensed the abnormality within his body, his expression changed drastically. His usually clear and deep eyes instantly became misty, revealing panic and anger. He gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white and the veins on the back of his hands bulging, as if trying to resist the surging power of the medicine.

Fine beads of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead, sliding down his resolute cheeks and dampening his collar. His breathing was rapid and erratic, his chest heaving violently. With each inhale, the rich scent of the aphrodisiac intensified, permeating his lungs and making the drug's effects even more potent. He swayed, struggling to steady himself, and forced out through gritted teeth, "Despicable! To use such a vile method..." But his voice was hoarse and devoid of its usual composure and authority.

The drug's effects continued to erode his reason, and his defenses crumbled. Lan Feng felt a burning heat all over his body, as if he were in a raging fire, and countless tiny insects seemed to be gnawing and crawling beneath his skin, causing an unbearable tingling sensation. His vision gradually blurred, and everything in front of him became distorted and deformed. The tables, chairs, and screens seemed to transform into alluring monsters, swaying and tempting him.

His legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud, clutching his head and tearing at his hair with his fingers, trying to rouse himself from his slumber with pain. But the drug was too strong; his body was out of control, and a few low gasps and groans escaped his throat involuntarily. His usual cool and restrained demeanor crumbled. A strange emotion welled up inside him, and suggestive images flashed uncontrollably through his mind. A mixture of shame, anger, and heat made his face flush red, and he wished he could immediately find an ice cellar to crawl into and escape this absurd predicament.

Just then, he abruptly turned his head, his gaze instantly drawn to the figure on the bed. There lay a woman dressed in a light, sheer garment, like a beautiful, blooming flower. At that moment, she appeared before him like a lifeline. Overjoyed, the man disregarded his physical discomfort and pounced on the woman like a hungry tiger.

He nimbly rushed to the bedside, and with a casual wave of his hand, the curtains around the bed slowly fell, isolating the entire space from the outside world, leaving only an ambiguous and enchanting scene in the room.

Time slipped by quietly, and as the dawn's light streamed into the room through the window, Lan Feng finally awoke from his slumber. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, adjusting to the morning light. However, before he was fully awake, a piercing scream suddenly rang in his ears.

"Ah..." The scream shattered the silence like a thunderclap, instantly waking Lan Feng from his sleepiness. He looked closely and saw the woman beside him staring at him with wide eyes and a face full of terror. After a night of passion, Hua Xiang was now disheveled, her body covered in scattered red marks, a horrifying sight. Faced with this scene, Hua Xiang was at a loss, and could only cover her face and weep, her sobs echoing in the room.

Seeing this, Lan Feng felt a pang of guilt. He quickly reached out and pulled the weeping Hua Xiang to his side, gently comforting her, "Don't be afraid, I will definitely take responsibility for you."

Just then, there was a rapid knocking at the door.