“You... you... are... who?”
Feeling his breath growing increasingly difficult, Jiang Wudao stared intently at the mysterious Masked Man before him and asked.
“You can call me White Mask. Of course, you can also call me Lord Yangjian, because I am a cheerful and bright person, not gloomy at all.”
“White… Mask?”
Jiang Wudao was bewildered. He quickly searched his memories, attempting to find any clues about this person.
But... he couldn't think of anything?
Where did this White Mask character come from? Do I have a grudge against him?
Feeling the large hand tightening around his neck, Jiang Wudao felt like he was suffocating.
Jiang Wudao wanted to say something more, but when he saw that the eyes beneath the mask truly showed undisguised killing intent towards him, Jiang Wudao completely panicked.
He remembered transmigrating to this world and struggling for a year, treading on thin ice.
Not long ago, he had finally managed to consolidate most of the forces within the Imperial Court, and he had also learned that there was a treasure in the Barbarian Tribes that could cure his body's congenital eunuch condition.
Just as he was about to live the good life of “from now on, the monarch does not attend court early,” he was now going to die here. Jiang Wudao could not accept this outcome.
So, he desperately pleaded for mercy, “Lord... Yangjian, spare my... life.”
“I am... the Emperor of the Great Qian Imperial Dynasty. Whatever you want, I can... satisfy you.”
At this moment, Jiang Wudao's pathetic pleading demeanor showed none of the arrogant face he had displayed earlier when he lashed out at Shen Yufu in the Hundred Flowers House.
Seeing Jiang Wudao's pitiful begging, Zhou Fan asked with a smile, “You want me to spare your life?”
Jiang Wudao, feeling his neck about to be snapped, nodded frantically.
“But why should I spare your life?” Zhou Fan's grip did not lessen. After pondering for a moment, he said cheerfully.
“How about this: you send Empress Su Caiwei to me, and I'll spare your life. What do you think?”
Jiang Wudao felt like he was about to die and didn't really hear what the mysterious Masked Man was saying, only nodding like a pounding garlic.
Seeing this, Zhou Fan smiled contentedly. He released Jiang Wudao's neck and looked at him, saying.
“I hope you remember what I said. Three days from now, if I don't see Empress Su Caiwei completely intact at Luoyun Temple, then wash your neck and wait for death in the Imperial Palace.”
Jiang Wudao, suddenly freed from his restraints, immediately gasped for several breaths, like a drowning person finally surfacing.
But when he heard Zhou Fan's blatant insults and threats, his entire face turned green.
Jiang Wudao wanted to curse this mysterious Masked Man. He wanted to fight this guy who humiliated him to the death.
But when he thought of the desperate state he was just in, being arbitrarily controlled by this man, with all his True Qi sealed, Jiang Wudao became afraid.
The more one clings to the beauty of living, the more one fears death.
At this moment, facing this abyssal and hellish man, Jiang Wudao simply couldn't muster the courage to fight back.
He tried his best to calm himself, squeezing a smile onto his face as he asked.
“Lord Yangjian, what do you want with that woman, Empress Su Caiwei? That woman is just an ordinary beauty, far inferior to Noble Consort Yang Ruoyao. Imperial Concubine Yang is the true peerless beauty of this world.”
“Oh? Is Imperial Concubine Yang really that beautiful?” Zhou Fan looked at Jiang Wudao, who was fawning over him and trying to sell off his own woman, and found it somewhat amusing.
Jiang Wudao naturally saw the mockery in Zhou Fan's eyes, but he continued as if oblivious.
“Lord Yangjian, Imperial Concubine Yang indeed possesses a beauty that can topple nations. This lowly one is willing to offer her to you, Lord. I only hope that you, Lord, can save this lowly one some face and not take the Empress.”
Seeing Jiang Wudao's ability to bend and stretch, Zhou Fan was somewhat surprised.
One could only say that, without the interference of the Desire Source, Jiang Wudao still possessed some cunning.
In that case, hehe, it would be even more fun.
Zhou Fan looked at Jiang Wudao, who was sitting on the ground with a humble expression, and directly patted his face, asking coldly.
“Are you teaching me how to do things?”
Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Jiang Wudao's eyes, and then he quickly lowered his head, not wanting the Masked Man to see the killing intent in his eyes.
Seeing Jiang Wudao lower his head and remain silent, Zhou Fan said indifferently.
“Within three days, send both Empress Su Caiwei and Noble Consort Yang Ruoyao to Luoyun Temple. Can you understand?”
Jiang Wudao clenched his fists tightly, his lips already bitten through by himself.
Just as he was about to speak, he felt a sharp pain originating from his knee.
“Are you mute!?”
Listening to the Masked Man's demonic voice, Jiang Wudao instantly clearly perceived that the knee of one of his legs... was shattered.
This unprecedented intense pain nearly drove Jiang Wudao mad. He looked up, his eyes bloodshot, glaring at the Masked Man, as if wanting to tear a piece of flesh from him.
But when Jiang Wudao's furious gaze met Zhou Fan's emotionless eyes, he immediately felt as if a large basin of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe.
Jiang Wudao, who had been enraged, quickly calmed down after realizing the enormous disparity in strength between himself and the Masked Man.
He spoke with a feeling of humiliation that ordinary people could not imagine: “Within three days, this lowly one will certainly send Empress Su and Imperial Concubine Yang completely intact to Luoyun Temple.”
“I only beg you, Lord Yangjian, to spare my life.”
Jiang Wudao felt that his posture was now so humble it was in the dirt. Surely this Masked Man would let him go now.
Just wait until I return to the Imperial Palace and investigate your identity, White Mask. I will make you suffer ten thousand times more than I am now!
Just as Jiang Wudao was wildly fantasizing in his mind, Zhou Fan smiled.
He looked at Jiang Wudao, whose face clearly displayed the words “endurance,” and said unhurriedly.
“Heh, your gaze just now made me very unhappy. So, I've changed my mind now.”
“I heard your Imperial Family also has a Grand Empress Dowager in her early twenties, seems to be called... Pei Yu Han?”
“Within three days, send all three of them to Luoyun Temple. No problem, right?”
Jiang Wudao didn't expect this Masked Man to even know about his charming little stepmother. He felt like his lungs were about to explode from anger.
Images of these three women serving the Masked Man beneath him constantly flashed in his mind, and Jiang Wudao repeatedly told himself.
Endure, you must endure.
He took a deep look at the Masked Man and said expressionlessly, “No problem. Can I leave now?”
“So eager to leave?” Zhou Fan looked at Shen Yufu, who was stumbling and crawling from the bed, and smiled brightly.
“Look at you, always having dirty hands and feet, actually drugging the Fairy of Luoyun Temple.”
Under the dim candlelight, the disheveled Shen Yufu had already crawled to Zhou Fan and Jiang Wudao's side.
Her hazy, peach-blossom eyes first glanced at Jiang Wudao, who was sitting on the ground, and then with a “spit,” a mouthful of saliva landed squarely on Jiang Wudao's face, who was still controlled by Zhou Fan.
Immediately, the Half-Exposed Fairy of Luoyun Temple crawled to Zhou Fan's feet, coiling around him like a beautiful snake.
Seeing this, Zhou Fan said helplessly to the green-faced Jiang Wudao.
“See, I even have to help you detoxify people.”
Jiang Wudao: “...Thank you for your trouble, Lord.”
“Oh, how embarrassing.”
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