The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Xiao Ling chuckled and clapped her hands towards the main hall.

As her clapping subsided, a soft yet eerie melody suddenly filled the previously empty hall.

Immediately afterwards, two alluring dancers slowly emerged from both sides of the main hall.

Their steps were light, their figures swaying, like ghosts silently descending from the night sky.

The two dancers wore gossamer-thin costumes, their snow-white skin peeking out from beneath the flowing fabric.

Their makeup was extremely glamorous, and their eyes and brows exuded a captivating charm, even surpassing Xiao Ling's.

One of the dancers tilted her head slightly, her eyes full of allure, and her red lips parted slightly, emitting a silvery laugh.

The laughter seemed to possess an invisible magic, penetrating straight into people's hearts.

Another dancer placed her hands together in front of her chest, slightly curtsied, and then slowly raised her head. Her eyes were like a bottomless pool, captivating anyone who looked into them.

Xiao Yin's eyes lit up when he saw the two dancers who had suddenly appeared.

Xiao Ling swayed her hips gently, taking another step closer to Xiao Yin, and said in a sweet voice, "Your Highness, tonight, the three of us sisters have come especially to keep you company and have some fun..."

Upon hearing Xiao Ling's delicate words, Xiao Yin was slightly taken aback at first, then threw his head back and burst into laughter.

His eyes gleamed with a strange light as he greedily gazed at the three alluring women before him, saying, "Excellent, my beloved consort truly captures my heart. With such beauties by my side, tonight I must indulge myself to the fullest!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the palace servants who had been waiting nearby filed in and carefully served him exquisite wine and dishes.

The tray was laden with delicacies, a feast for the senses, its aroma filling the air.

Various fine wines and spirits were displayed in ornate wine jugs, gleaming alluringly under the light.

Xiao Yin sat in the main seat, reached out and picked up a pot of wine, tilted his head back and took a big gulp. The wine flowed down the corner of his mouth and soaked the front of his clothes.

He didn't care at all, casually handing the wine pot to Xiao Ling beside him and said with a smile, "My beloved concubine, come, have a drink with me!"

Xiao Lingmei smiled and took the wine pot, took a small sip, then wiped her mouth with her sleeve and said coquettishly, "Your Highness, you are too rude."

As she spoke, she gently swayed her waist and sat down next to Xiao Yin.

The other two dancers were not idle either. They walked gracefully to the table and took turns offering toasts, which made Xiao Yin laugh heartily.

In an instant, the hall was filled with the aroma of wine, and a beautiful woman was in his arms.

Xiao Yin joked and played around with the three women, exchanging drinks and laughter.

Before they knew it, they were all tipsy.

Xiao Yin was so drunk that his eyes were glazed over, and he took three beauties into the palace.

As the third watch of the night passed, darkness enveloped the entire world, and all things fell into slumber.

The imperial city was silent, save for the occasional sound of a night watchman's clapper echoing through the empty streets.

However, at that moment, a sudden, loud bang, like a bolt from the blue, ripped through the sky.

The sound was deafening, as if it would shake the entire imperial city.

Immediately afterwards, a fierce shout of battle broke the suffocating silence.

Inside the imperial city, flames soared into the sky, burning fiercely in the night sky and turning the entire sky crimson.

Thick smoke billowed into the air, choking people so much they couldn't open their eyes.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..." A little eunuch rushed over in a panic, his face full of fear, staggering as he scrambled into the main hall.

He was running so fast that he slammed the palace door open with a loud crash, and the door slammed against the wall with a loud noise.

At this moment, Xiao Yin was immersed in a sweet dream when he was awakened by the shouts of the little eunuch.

He sat bolt upright in bed, still half-asleep and with a hint of anger on his face: "You dog of a servant, are you tired of living?"

The young eunuch knelt on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably, and stammered, "Your...Your Highness, something terrible has happened! Rebel troops have broken into the capital! You must escape quickly!"

"Rebels? Where did these rebels come from?" Xiao Yin was very drunk, his eyes still a little dazed, as if he was not fully sober: "This is utter nonsense. My imperial city is impregnable, there is absolutely no way that rebels could get in."

However, the little eunuch was so anxious that his face turned red. He pointed to the towering flames outside and said urgently, "Your Highness, it's true, it's true! It's His Highness Prince Chu's army that has broken in. If we don't leave now, it will be too late."

The shouts of battle outside rose into the sky, deafening, as if they were about to overturn the entire imperial city.

In the blink of an eye, the terrifying sound was right in front of them.

Xiao Ling's face turned deathly pale instantly. She screamed in terror and pushed Xiao Yin away, crying out in a panic, "Your Highness, it's true! The Prince of Chu has stormed the capital!"

Xiao Yin was still immersed in the extravagance and indulgence of the moment, stunned by this sudden turn of events. It took him a while to snap out of his daze. His eyes were filled with shock and panic as he muttered to himself, "How could this be? How could this happen? How did he manage to break in?"

"Your Highness, hurry up!" Xiao Ling didn't care about anything else, hurriedly put on her clothes, and turned around to run outside in a panic.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Yin felt a surge of nameless rage. He grabbed Xiao Ling's hair and pulled her back forcefully, cursing viciously, "You wretch, I haven't left yet, how dare you walk in front of me!"

Xiao Ling screamed at his sudden action, covering her head with her hands. The fear in her eyes was instantly replaced by anger, and there was no trace of fear left.

She shoved Xiao Yin away abruptly, pointed at his nose, and cursed mercilessly, "You're already dead, but you actually tried to drag me down with you! Go to hell!"

After saying that, she shook her head forcefully, broke free from Xiao Yin's hand, and ran desperately towards the palace gate.

Xiao Yin was pushed hard by her, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground. He was dizzy and disoriented, and his head was buzzing. He couldn't get up for a long time.

He could only watch helplessly as Xiao Ling ran to the palace gate, his heart filled with anger.

Just then, a group of people suddenly surged into the palace gate like a tidal wave.

The leader drew his knife and killed Xiao Ling in front of the door.

Xiao Ling collapsed to the ground without even uttering a sound.

The blazing torches illuminated the entire hall as bright as day, and the dazzling light made Xiao Yin subconsciously squint.

By the light of the fire, Xiao Yin was able to see the face of the man walking in front of him.

His eyes widened suddenly, filled with disbelief, and he involuntarily exclaimed, "How is this possible? How is this possible?" It turned out that the man walking in front was Xiao Ji.

Now, however, he has brought his troops to take his life, which is something he simply cannot accept...