The man was none other than Jing Moye.
Feng Shuying’s voice trembled slightly. "Your… Your Highness?"
Jing Moye gave her a listless look and tossed a length of rope in front of her. "Who tied this?"
Seeing this, Feng Shuying knew at once that he had climbed in through the window.
The tripwire at the window looked ordinary, but it was actually quite lethal. Under normal circumstances, anyone who tripped it would easily find themselves tied up and hoisted into the air.
Now that the rope had been destroyed, the fact that Jing Moye was not only unharmed but hadn't made a sound showed that her meticulously prepared trap was useless against him.
She cursed inwardly. Everyone here was insane! They didn't sleep in the middle of the night—one climbed through windows, the other picked locks, and both barged into a girl's bedroom!
On the surface, however, she remained obedient and sensible. "I was afraid my uncle and the others would harm me, so I tied a rope by the window for self-protection."
"If I had known Your Highness was coming tonight, I would never have placed such a thing there."
Jing Moye's eyes narrowed slightly at her words. He hooked his finger, beckoning her closer.
Feng Shuying didn't want to go over at all, but then she remembered the scene of him flaying Chen Yansheng at the Buddhist temple today. Not daring to defy him, she walked over with a smile.
Jing Moye pressed his hand down, signaling for her to squat.
She didn't know what he wanted to do, so she cooperatively squatted down. "Your Highness, did you come to see me in the middle of the night because you missed me?"
Jing Moye lifted his eyelids and glanced at her. "Miss you? Are you worthy?"
Feng Shuying: "…"
No matter how fast her reflexes were, she couldn't find a comeback for that.
Jing Moye’s patience had already run out. He pressed a large hand onto her shoulder.
Caught off guard, she was pushed down until she sat on the floor by the bed. The movement was so heavy it made her internal organs shudder.
She looked up at Jing Moye and collided directly with his cold, deep eyes, which were filled with irritability and murderous intent.
His aura was too powerful, and his movement too aggressive; her body trembled uncontrollably.
He reached out and pinched her chin. A bloodthirsty killing intent surged in his heart as his hand slowly moved to her neck.
His palm was large and his fingers long, while her neck was slender and snow-white. With just a little force, he could snap it.
At that moment, Feng Shuying felt like she was being stared down by a predator. Sweat soaked her back.
She reached out and grabbed his hand, asking, "Your Highness, what’s wrong?"
Jing Moye did not answer. She saw a flicker of red light pass through his eyes.
Startled, she drew a Jingxin Fu in the air and pressed it onto the back of his hand.
Jing Moye suddenly felt his mind clear, and the hostility in his heart dissipated significantly.
He asked, "Are you a member of the Xuanmen?"
Feng Shuying was a member of the Daomen. While the Daomen and Xuanmen were essentially synonymous, the original owner of this body was not.
She shook her head decisively. "Your Highness, you've mistaken me. I am not of the Xuanmen."
Jing Moye's eyelids drooped slightly. "You aren't? Then you are a waste, and waste doesn't deserve to live."
His hand tightened around her throat, and she instantly found it impossible to breathe.
When she first met him, she knew he was crazy, but she never imagined he would be this crazy!
Choked to the point where she couldn't speak, she used every ounce of her strength to draw a talisman.
The moment the talisman was completed, Jing Moye suddenly felt his entire body lose strength. His grip on her neck loosened, and he tumbled off the bed.
As he fell, because his arm had lost its strength, it naturally dropped and landed directly on her chest.
Feng Shuying: "…"
Jing Moye: "…"
Neither had expected this turn of events, and both froze.
Feng Shuying’s throat itched intensely, and she began to cough violently.
Jing Moye didn't move. He asked her, "What did you just do to this Prince?"
He tried to move his hand. The sensation beneath it was very subtle—something he had never felt before. He was slightly curious.
Feng Shuying’s throat was too uncomfortable for her to deal with him for a moment, so he reached out and squeezed twice.
Feng Shuying: "…"
Is this guy addicted to taking advantage of me?
What a piece of work!
She wanted to push him away, but she couldn't muster the strength. She couldn't budge him at all.
She was about to explode with rage. Feeling that she absolutely could not take this loss lying down, she stopped trying to push him and instead lunged forward, biting him hard on the lips.
Jing Moye’s body stiffened, and that restless hand also stopped.
Their eyes met—one pair burning with fury, the other full of danger.
Jing Moye pinned her back to the floor. "You have a lot of nerve!"
Once she looked into his eyes, Feng Shuying’s rationality returned.
She remembered that this guy was the biggest villain here. Even the male lead was tormented by him until he was half-dead; he wasn't someone she could afford to offend.
She lowered her head slightly and said with a touch of embarrassment, "I have admired Your Highness for a long time. Just now, I truly couldn't restrain my feelings. I hope Your Highness will forgive me!"
Jing Moye rolled over and sat on the floor, saying coolly, "Care to guess if I believe your nonsense?"
Feng Shuying: "…"
She felt from the bottom of her heart that this man was too difficult to handle. He was like a psychopath; she couldn't understand his thoughts at all.
She hardened her heart and said, "What I just said came from my heart. Although it might sound bold and improper at first, Your Highness and I are betrothed. Being a bit bold shouldn't be an issue."
Jing Moye looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze and said calmly, "I will ask you one last time: are you a member of the Xuanmen?"
Feng Shuying feared that if she gave a negative answer, he would try to choke her again. If he did it once more, he really would kill her.
So, she said, "I am not of the Xuanmen, but I am interested in such things and have studied them a little."
Jing Moye snorted coldly. "A woman without a single word of truth in her."
Having said that, he stood up, lay down on her bed, and patted the mattress.
She asked warily, "What are you doing?"
The corners of Jing Moye’s lips curled up slightly. "Didn't you say you admired me? I’m giving you a chance to be intimate with me."
Feng Shuying: "…"
Thanks, but she didn't want that chance at all.
She asked him, "Might I ask, Your Highness, how do you manage to switch so freely between strangling someone to death and being intimate with them?"
Jing Moye replied, "It depends on my mood."
Feng Shuying: "…"
Though she hadn't expected a real answer, his explanation made her want to strangle him.
This man was truly asking for it!
Jing Moye looked at her and said, "I will count to three. If you don’t come over, I will…"
Before he could finish his sentence, Feng Shuying jumped onto the bed and pulled the quilt over both of them.
Jing Moye: "…What are you doing?"
Feng Shuying asked him, "Your Highness, is your mood good right now?"
Jing Moye narrowed his eyes slightly. "It’s alright."
Feng Shuying suddenly pinned him beneath her. "Alright means it’s not bad. In that case, shouldn't we get intimate right now?"