110: Chapter 110 The Eastern Palace's Fragrant Bait Descends to a Lowly Maid, The Imperial Daughter Shyly Serves the Immortal Husband

Ye Xiu flicked his large sleeves, bringing Ling Yuxiu with him, followed by those four stunning twins who were holding cloaks and fruit platters.

Escorted by two rows of Golden Dragon Guards, they walked swaggeringly toward the palace gate.

Wherever they passed, those Eastern Palace death soldiers, who had been full of Killing Intent, all lowered their heads and made way, clearing a wide path as if avoiding a plague god.

A hall full of swordsmen and axemen, three thousand heavy armored soldiers.

Yet not a single person dared to speak, and not a single person dared to draw their blade!

Not until Ye Xiu had one foot across the threshold did he slightly turn his head, leaving the Crown Prince with a back view that was arrogant to the bone:

"Oh right, thank you, Your Highness, for the foot-washing maids you gifted me. Tonight, this Sect Leader will help you properly train them."

Accompanied by a burst of wild laughter, Ye Xiu's figure completely merged into the night outside.

Leaving only the Crown Prince standing alone on the nine-layered white jade steps, staring fixedly at the empty gate.

"Pfft!"

Overcome with rage, this deeply cunning Crown Prince of Yankang could no longer suppress the blood surging within him.

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out violently, staining the desk in front of him in a shocking manner.

The night wind swept over the ruined white jade steps of the Eastern Palace, dispersing the suffocating smell of blood inside the great hall.

The court officials had long since scattered like birds and beasts, and the three thousand death soldiers had also silently retreated back into the hidden passages.

The vast palace hall was empty, with only a few lonely candle flames flickering in the wind.

The Crown Prince slumped onto that large hardwood master chair, his chest heaving violently.

He stared fixedly at the puddle of wine on the floor tiles that Ye Xiu had casually spilled, his eyes filled with a mix of rage, humiliation, and deep unwillingness.

"Your Highness, should we send people from the Shadow Pavilion to, halfway..."

A trusted strategist walked silently out from the shadows and made a throat-slitting gesture.

"Idiot! Are you trying to make me die faster?!"

The Crown Prince grabbed the jade paperweight from the table and smashed it hard against the strategist's forehead, causing blood to stream down, yet the man dared not dodge.

"The Golden Dragon Guards are protecting him, and the Seventh Princess is personally vouching for him! He is currently protected by the Father Emperor's death-immunity gold medallion. Whoever dares to touch a hair on his head in the capital, the Imperial Guards will flatten the gates of this Eastern Palace as soon as dawn breaks tomorrow!"

The Crown Prince gasped for breath, his hands covering his Face in pain. The mask of gentleness and elegance he always wore shattered completely, leaving only endless regret and an inability to accept the outcome.

He had lost, lost completely.

Not only had he lost Face, but he had also lost the stunning quadruplets he had spent ten years of effort and countless Heaven And Earth Treasure to nurture!

Those were his ultimate trump cards prepared to assassinate or control Divine Bridge Realm experts at critical moments, yet they were just taken away by Ye Xiu like he was walking dogs!

"I... was too impatient."

The Crown Prince gritted his teeth and punched the desk heavily, sending wood splinters flying.

He was too desperate to obtain this absolute power capable of contending with Prince Zhennan and the Imperial Preceptor.

He thought Ye Xiu was just a greedy, lustful, arrogant, and ignorant Jianghu ruffian.

He thought that by setting up a Hongmen Banquet and using both kindness and might, he could make this wild dragon bow its head.

But he had miscalculated Ye Xiu's strength, which was so powerful it was completely unreasonable.

He had even more miscalculated his own seventh sister, who was usually so haughty, actually falling so deeply for this man!

"Wine Sword Immortal... Ye Xiu..."

Cold, venomous light flickered in the Crown Prince's eyes, his voice hoarse. "I have noted this debt."

Meanwhile, on the east side of the Yankang Capital, at the Princess Mansion.

The heavy vermilion gates slowly closed, completely cutting off all the noise and Killing Intent of the outside world.

The Seventh Princess Ling Yuxiu, who had just been majestic in the Eastern Palace hall, shouting and forcing back three thousand armored soldiers with a single word.

The moment she stepped into the mansion, the dignified and inviolable imperial aura on her body instantly vanished without a trace.

She was like a clingy little temptress, her whole body hanging softly on Ye Xiu, her bright and beautiful Face flushed with a charming crimson hue.

"Husband, how did I perform tonight? Did I bring honor to you?"

Ling Yuxiu tilted her head up, her watery phoenix eyes full of desire for affection, her red lips slightly parted, breathing like an orchid.

"You performed well; that 'Husband' made my bones go soft."

Ye Xiu laughed heartily and, without any hesitation, pinched the princess's plump, perky cheeks. This caused Ling Yuxiu to let out a coquettish cry, her cheeks turning so red they were almost dripping blood.

The two of them walked and chatted through the corridor, heading straight to the luxurious bedchamber in the backyard.

The palace doors were pushed open, and a wave of warm fragrance rushed toward them.

Saintess Si Yunxiang and Right Protector Xue Biane, who had been waiting for a long time, were currently wearing thin, plain-colored nightgowns, leaning lazily on the brocade couch.

Seeing Ye Xiu walk in with the current princess in his arms, a trace of jealousy flashed in the two women's eyes, but it was quickly suppressed by deep awe.

They knew very well that in this house, Ye Xiu was the absolute king.

Moreover, Ling Yuxiu had brought the Golden Dragon Guards to the Eastern Palace to snatch people tonight; even they, as high-ranking members of the Heavenly Demon Sect, had to admit they were inferior in terms of such boldness.

"What are you still standing there for?"

Ye Xiu sat down in a commanding posture on the soft couch covered with snow fox fur, casually tossing the empty wine gourd aside.

His golden and silver heterochromatic eyes, which carried a hint of evil, coldly swept over the four twin girls—Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter—who had been following behind, heads lowered and trembling.

These four top-tier Cauldron, who were treated like treasures in the Eastern Palace and were proficient in all kinds of soul-bewitching techniques.

At this moment in this room, they felt unprecedented fear.

Especially when facing Ling Yuxiu, Si Yunxiang, and Xue Biane—the three main mistresses whose appearance, temperament, and status all firmly surpassed their own.

The beauty they were so proud of instantly became dull and lusterless.

"Since you have entered the doors of this Princess Mansion, you must follow the rules here."

Ling Yuxiu walked to Ye Xiu's side very naturally, extending her jade-white hands. She gently and shyly helped Ye Xiu untie his white outer robe, looking every bit like a gentle and virtuous little wife.

She slightly turned her head, and when her gaze fell on the four beauties, she regained the coldness and arrogance of a princess:

"Did you not hear what Husband said at the gate of the Imperial Academy? Go fetch hot water. Tonight, you will serve by this couch."

The eldest sister of the quadruplets, Chun Shu, bit her jade lips, her heart filled with humiliation.

They were the fragrant bait of the Eastern Palace, beauties destined to make the heroes of the world lose their Divine Soul, how could they really do such lowly servant work?

"Grand Guest Elder..."

Chun Shu gathered her courage and looked up, channeling the secret Joyous Union charm technique of the Eastern Palace, her eyes instantly becoming watery and flowing. Her voice was coquettish to the bone as she attempted a final struggle.

However, she had not finished speaking.

"Hum—!"

Ye Xiu didn't even lift a finger; the pure Yang True Dragon Qi of his Nine Transformations of Dragonization Great Perfection merely leaked out slightly along with his gaze.

"Pfft!"

Chun Shu was struck by lightning; her meager charm technique was like a snowflake under the scorching sun in the Face of the majestic, heavenly Dragon Qi, instantly melting away!

Her Face turned deathly pale, and she spat out a small mouthful of blood. Her knees went weak, and she fell heavily onto the bluestone floor.

Seeing this, the other three women were so scared they were Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, and with a few "thuds," they all knelt down in a row.

Only at this moment was their laughable pride completely crushed.

In front of this man, they were not some femme fatales capable of swaying the situation at all. If he wanted to, a single finger could crush them into meat paste!

"This servant... this servant will go fetch water immediately..."