The prince is fierce: Who dares to steal my woman?

Upon hearing this, Yan Daoxiu's anger erupted, and she shouted angrily, "Shut up! You ignorant fools!"

Upon hearing this, the palace maids all trembled, their lips moved but they dared not make a sound, as if even their breathing became cautious.

However, Yan Daoxiu had no intention of letting them go so easily. Her body began to twist in a strange and alluring way, her arms swaying lightly like willow branches, each movement seemingly drawing invisible runes in the air. She also muttered incantations, uttering words that normal people couldn't understand, as if at this moment, she was no longer a mortal, but a witch who controlled some ancient power.

Amidst this dazzling swaying, an astonishing change quietly occurred. On Yan Daoxiu's slender waist, the water snake that had originally been just a tattoo began to slowly writhe. Gradually, it seemed to break free from the constraints of her skin, becoming three-dimensional and lifelike.

Then, the water snake expanded at an incredible speed, and in an instant, it became an enormous python. Its body was long and thick, and its scales shimmered with a cold light in the sunlight. Its sinister snake eyes seemed to be able to see into the deepest fears of people's hearts.

With a deafening roar, the giant serpent opened its gaping maw, large enough to devour everything, and lunged at the palace maids. A suffocating stench seemed to fill the air.

The palace maids were terrified by this scene. Screams and pleas for mercy filled the air. They knelt on the ground, clasped their hands together, and their eyes were filled with despair and pleading: "Yan Huangmen, please spare us! We know we were wrong, and we will never dare to do it again!"

Only then did Yan Daoxiu slowly tremble her body. The originally menacing giant snake seemed to have received some kind of command, instantly shrinking back to her waist and turning back into a tattoo, lying there quietly as if nothing had ever happened.

A smug sneer appeared on Yan Daoxiu's face as she roared at the group of palace maids, "If any of you dare to utter a single word about what happened here today, I will take your lives!"

The palace maids knelt on the cold floor tiles, their eyes filled with terror and pleading: "Yan Huangmen, we swear that we will keep what happened today a secret and will never let a single word of it leak out. Please have mercy on us."

Yan Daoxiu's face was cold and stern. He glanced contemptuously at the trembling palace maids and said sternly, "Hmph, get out of here now!"

Upon hearing this, the palace maids felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and they scrambled to escape from this place of trouble.

Just then, a sudden roar shattered the silence, a sound filled with release and jubilation. Immediately afterwards, the carriage seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, wood shards flying everywhere, the magnificent curtains fluttering in the wind, and finally turning into a pile of fragments.

Liu Kun, disheveled and with his hair in disarray, slumped amidst the mess, a strange smile on his lips, panting as he exclaimed, "This is so good! It's absolutely amazing!"

Upon seeing this, Yan Daoxiu felt a chill run down her spine. She quickly unbuttoned her clothes, letting them fall loose, and then haphazardly pulled at her hair, making herself look equally disheveled.

Then, she practically rushed towards the wreckage of the carriage, grabbed Liu Kun, gently rested her head on his shoulder, a feigned satisfied smile on her face, and said in a low, ambiguous voice, "Your Majesty, you are truly amazing, you have given me an unprecedented pleasure."

It turns out that Yan Daoxiu, this witch from the Western Regions, is none other than Hongxiu, the number one of the "Four Beauties of the Capital" under Yang Rong's command. She is not only skilled in refining elixirs, but also extremely adept at witchcraft and illusion.

Just now, the pill Yan Daoxiu gave Liu Kun wasn't just an ordinary stimulant; it also contained another ingredient, enough to cause Liu Kun to hallucinate and lose his senses. Therefore, Liu Kun was simply amusing himself in the carriage, mistakenly believing he and Yan Daoxiu had engaged in sexual intercourse.

Liu Kun's breathing was heavy and rapid, as if he had just experienced a fierce battle. He held Yan Daoxiu tightly, his eyes burning and hazy, filled with an uncontrollable fervor: "Baby, you are so sexy and charming, you make my heart flutter. I just took that magical Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill, and I feel a warm current surging through my body, filled with unprecedented power and desire. Plus, that bastard Xiao Jinyan mentioned this novel and exciting 'car sex' game, it's simply heavenly bliss, I can't get enough of it!"

Two delicate blushes rose on Yan Daoxiu's face. She shyly but with a hint of pride took Liu Kun's arm, her voice soft and seductive: "Your Majesty's enjoyment is my greatest happiness. From now on, I will accompany Your Majesty every day, not only to refine these elixirs for you, but also to use all my skills to ensure that Your Majesty can immerse yourself in this boundless joy every day and forget the troubles of the world."

Upon hearing this, Liu Kun's eyes flashed with greed and satisfaction. He laughed loudly and patted Yan Daoxiu's hand, his tone full of pride and arrogance: "Excellent! This is the true life of an emperor, the life I have always dreamed of! From now on, I will indulge in the supreme pleasure brought by this elixir, have sex with a hundred women every day, taste all the beauties in the world, and make all the most beautiful women in the world grovel at my feet and become my playthings!"

Yan Daoxiu's lips curled into a meaningful smile as he thought to himself: Liu Kun is now completely infatuated with these pills and pleasures, and he's probably not far from the brink of self-destruction. He hopes that in this unrestrained indulgence, he'll meet a tragic end, dying suddenly in the palace.

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Fifteen days later, at the Duke of Qi's residence.

The sunlight, like fine gold dust, gently sprinkled into the quiet room.

Guan Lingxuan lay quietly on the soft bed, her back tightly wrapped in bandages, like a heavy shackle. Yu Xin'er sat by the bed, her eyes full of concern and heartache. She gently held a handkerchief in her hand, wiping away the fine beads of sweat on Guan Lingxuan's forehead from time to time.

Xiao Jinyan carefully unwrapped the bandages, her movements gentle and cautious. As the bandages loosened, a hideous scar gradually became visible, like a winding snake, quietly lurking on Guan Lingxuan's fair back.

Xiao Jinyan carefully examined the scar, his brows relaxed slightly, and he exclaimed in admiration, "The doctor's medicine is indeed extraordinary; the wound has almost healed."

Yu Xin'er's gaze fell on the scar, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes: "It's just that this obvious scar was left behind. I really hope there's some way to make it disappear without a trace."

Guan Lingxuan tilted her head slightly, somewhat panicked: "What? You have a scar? Does that mean my back looks ugly?"

Yu Xin'er quickly reached out and gently stroked Guan Lingxuan's shoulder, comforting her, "Don't worry, sister. Time is the best healer. This scar will gradually fade and eventually disappear."

Guan Lingxuan was still very worried: "What if it can't disappear? With such a noticeable scar on my back, will my husband stop loving me?"