Chapter 21: I Hate Being Dirty

  "Murong's big sister is quite good at playing tricks." He Lan Ting's phoenix eyes swept past, a coquettish smile recklessly appeared in his eyes, and his face burst into bloom. However, when looking at Murong Yi, the flying and beautiful eyes had a subtle glow, deep and unpredictable. The woman in front of him was the most stunning among all the women he had seen, but it was not the kind of beauty that was common, rather it was a seductive beauty, if she hadn't been married, then she could be compared to the first beauties of other two countries.

  Murong Yi's eyes flickered slightly, the faint smile at the corner of his lips unchanged, as he said: "The Crown Prince has come to see me, just to praise me?"

  "You dare not to address yourself as a subject, nor as a concubine. What a big nerve you have!" The gleam in He Lan Ting's eyes suddenly turned icy cold, and a faint murderous aura wandered through his low, cold tone. No woman had ever dared to be so presumptuous before him; he did have some interest in her, but that interest would never allow her to be arrogant in front of him.

  Overwhelming killing intent presses down, this is the innate majesty of a superior being, the domineering aura in his bones. A single glance, a single movement, a single word, can make people gradually bow their heads under such overwhelming pressure, let alone, he did it on purpose. In his eyes, women are only bed warmers. Women can only lower their heads in front of him.

  This is a world where men are superior to women! Those in power can take the lives of others at will. And many, many lives are insignificant in their eyes, not worth mentioning, just like the insects that occasionally crawl on the ground, stepping on them and lightly crushing them, life easily passes away from under their feet. And now, in Helan Ting's eyes, Murong Yi is no different from other women.

  It's just because of his attitude towards Murong Yi now and what he will do in the future, he will regret it later.

  Murong Yi smiled elegantly and replied lazily, "It seems that the Crown Prince has forgotten, this is Wangyue Country, not Ziyuan Country." Tsk, men of this era are indeed arrogant. Of course, the era shapes a person's character, and besides... her current status was indeed lowly. In a world where men dominated and controlled people's lives, under the premise that men held power over life and death, she couldn't lose her dignity, and no one could take her life!

  The atmosphere gradually sank below freezing point.

  The sound of rain is even clearer to the ear.

  "Since you've come uninvited and are so carefree in a woman's boudoir, speak your mind." Murong Yi gazed at He Lan Ting with a cold, slanted glance.

  Helen's enchanting and seductive face was cold as frost.

  A gust of cold wind passed before her eyes, Murong Yi remained calm and composed as she looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of her. Her slender white hand grasped another hand that was about to strangle her neck, a long white hand with distinct joints.

  "Wow, King Chen is so high and mighty, with such great power and prestige. He's indeed ruthless enough to kill without batting an eye. Has King Chen come here just to personally take my life? You're overestimating me." Murong Yi's eyes gradually turned cold as she grasped the man's icy hand, her own equally frosty.

  Heavy rain pours down, and the weather is getting colder.

  The tall man looked down at the woman in front of him, who was still chatting and laughing without a hint of fear. His emotionless gaze gradually fell on her tightly clasped wrist, her slender hand equally cold, matching his own.

  He was heartless towards her, and she was even more heartless towards him.

  The girl's hands were pale and delicate, feeling icy cold at first. But upon closer inspection, it was her eyes and heart that were cold, not her hands. Her hands were soft and warm. Suddenly, countless fragments flashed through his mind, of her hands touching other men. He quickly withdrew his hand.

  "Good, very good." With a smile under his cold and piercing eyes, He Lan Ting smiled slyly. He approached her step by step, pinning the woman beneath him.

  Murong Yi slightly furrowed her brow, after crossing over, her martial arts had greatly discounted, only having one or two parts of what she had in her previous life. Moreover, due to this body's weakness, and her temporary inability to cultivate, it was actually so easy for her to be controlled by He Lan Ting! How detestable!

  He hooked his index finger under her chin, forcing her entire face, which was too beautiful and tempting, to fall into his eyes.

  Helan Ting's breathing gradually became a bit urgent, and his heavy breathing fell on Murong Yi's cheek.

  Murong Yi furrowed her brow tightly, although she had just crossed over, but she understood one thing in a short period of time - the men of this era were all studs! What were women? In their eyes, they were just for breeding offspring!

  Damn it!

  "It's undeniable, this face is one of a kind in the world." He Lan Ting gazed at the enchanting face in his hand, his expression seemed to be slightly dazed, but those eyes were exceptionally clear and cold.

  But this does not deny that he has taken an interest in her.

  Warming the bed?

  She is also only suitable for warming the bed!

  Due to the woman's stunning beauty, her slender and beautiful figure, the faint fragrance that lingers on the tip of her nose, like an aphrodisiac, in the slightly earthy air, her natural scent is once again challenging his emotions, a fire burning quietly in his heart.

  Murong Yi didn't dodge or hide, fearlessly staring at him. The cold hand that grasped her chin was truly detestable! She smiled, a smile so enchanting, so elegant and refined, a smile that... didn't put him in her eyes at all!

  "Was it not enough for Murong Yin to satisfy the Crown Prince last night? He got up early this morning and... The Crown Prince's interest is indeed high." Murong Yi let out a soul-stealing, bone-melting laugh, her words as venomous as ever.

  The hand clamped on his lower jaw suddenly exerted force.

  The two of them were pressed tightly together, and Hjalten seemed to be able to clearly feel her body heat.

  She doesn't have feelings for him!

  "Murong Yi, do you know what consequences you will face for provoking me?" Helan Ting's voice was cold. Every word seemed to slowly emerge from the icy frost, emotionless and menacing. In his world, no woman had ever dared to provoke him, disobey him; all of them tried to please him. And yet, the woman in front of him was so audacious!

  Murong Yi's smile froze, and she let out a cold laugh: "So the king's meaning is that I should be slept with by you? Being slept with would make you happy, and you'd be satisfied? King Chen, we didn't know each other to begin with, so neither of us would harm the other's interests. And..." Murong Yi's gaze dropped down, falling onto their tightly pressed bodies. She wasn't a pure ancient person; having watched all sorts of modern adult videos, she naturally knew about his physical changes. "And, please move your body away, King Chen. I find it disgusting."