It was night.
The moon was hidden by dark clouds.
Ji Mo and Ying Tianbao, having drunk a lot of wine at dinner, were both asleep.
One was heartbroken by the enormous golden reward turning to naught, while the other grieved for the coldness of fighting his own kin.
Wine only deepened their sorrow, and neither was destined for a good dream that night.
Dark clouds drifted across the sky, obscuring the moonlight.
And at this very moment, a nimble shadow slipped into the courtyard where they were staying.
Gazing at the two rooms with lit windows, the shadow darted into the smaller one.
Following that, a thick mist descended into the courtyard, gradually coalescing into a figure that made its way towards the larger room.
Yaoweiwei, her face covered with a black mask, used her racial talents to enter the smaller room as silently as a ghost.
As a saintess of the Howling Moon Silver Wolf tribe, she was a phantom walking in the darkness, undetectable even by Spirit Saints.
"You detestable pervert, I'll teach you a good lesson tonight," Yaoweiwei said with a cold snort, her face filled with anger.
As the saying goes, patience only breeds more resentment, and backing down leads to greater loss.
She had already gone to bed, but Ji Mo's face kept replaying in her mind. This damned pervert had actually said she wasn't worth twenty thousand taels of gold during the day, a remark that deeply wounded her pride.
As the saintess of the Howling Moon Silver Wolf tribe, Yaoweiwei was undoubtedly proud and confident, unable to bear being underestimated.
Since she couldn't sleep anyway, she decided to go and beat up Ji Mo to vent her anger.
And so, this plan was hatched.
Upon entering the room, she was hit by a strong smell of alcohol. The person lying on the bed was snoring like thunder, clearly in a deep sleep.
"Hmph, sleeping like a pig. Tonight, I'll be your nightmare."
A cold smile played on Yaoweiwei's lips. Her fair, slender fingers cracked as she clenched them. At the same time, a special energy permeated her body, forming a barrier that completely sealed off the entire room.
This way, no matter how much commotion occurred inside, no one outside would be able to detect it.
With everything prepared, she eagerly approached the bed, ready to teach that detestable fellow a harsh lesson.
She clenched her fist and punched into the quilt.
Instantly, the person under the quilt let out a scream.
At the same time, she felt something was wrong. A peculiar fragrance wafted towards her, and her cultivation was completely sealed. Her body went weak, and she collapsed onto the bed.
The person under the quilt, awakened by the pain, lifted the blanket and revealed their head. Upon seeing Yaoweiwei lying beside them, they were so startled that they leaped out of the covers.
"Bold assassin, how dare you attempt to assassinate this prince!"
The person, wearing only a pair of shorts and revealing fair, muscular limbs, adopted a defensive stance and shouted at the top of their lungs, "Brother Mo, help! There's an assassin!"
Yaoweiwei was stunned. What was going on? Why was this person not the pervert from earlier?
She had intended to cause trouble for Ji Mo, but had accidentally stumbled into Ying Tianbao's room.
"Your Highness, please do not make a scene. I am not an assassin."
Yaoweiwei spoke urgently. If her identity as an assassin were confirmed, and the Heavenly Realm intervened, her life would surely be forfeit.
"It's me, we met today."
She quickly got up from the bed, removed her mask, revealing a face of exquisite beauty.
Upon seeing her, Ying Tianbao was instantly captivated.
His heart pounded.
Legends said that demonesses were passionate. Could it be that this demoness, attracted by his handsome appearance, had sneaked into his room in the dead of night to meet him and express her feelings?
A beautiful and moving love story was about to unfold!
Ying Tianbao was filled with excitement. He had fantasized countless times about a day like this, having a passionate romance with a woman from the demon race.
He never expected his dream to come true!
"Five hundred glances in a past life, exchanged for a single passing encounter in this one. Beautiful maiden, our meeting in this life is a destiny cultivated from past lives. Upon our first meeting today, my heart was already filled with boundless affection..."
Ying Tianbao suppressed his excitement, his eyes filled with deep emotion as he expressed his feelings.
Since the maiden had boldly come to him, he couldn't remain reserved; he had to confess his feelings wholeheartedly.
He was a seasoned player in the game of love, adept at sweet-talking.
"Ah, what is this?"
Was this a confession?
Yaoweiwei was dumbfounded. Seeing Ying Tianbao spewing oily sweet nothings with a face full of infatuation, and walking towards her step by step, she retreated in fear.
"Young master, I think you've misunderstood," Yaoweiwei said, unsure how to explain.
She couldn't possibly say she was here to teach him a lesson; that would surely lead to a terrible end.
She was anxious, not knowing what to say.
This scene was interpreted by Ying Tianbao as a maiden's shyness.
Indeed, what maiden wouldn't have a fluttering heart and be flustered upon seeing her beloved prince charming?
"My lady, no need to explain, I understand. Fate brought us together outside of chaos, but destiny wants us to fall in love in times of crisis. Perhaps love has obstacles, but as long as we are brave, miracles will exist..."
Ying Tianbao said affectionately, but as he spoke, he suddenly remembered his stubborn father's potential reprimand and quickly changed his tune, "If you don't mind the status, we can pledge our love in secret and meet discreetly."
Yaoweiwei had been somewhat moved initially, after all, who didn't like hearing sweet words?
But why did it suddenly change tone? This talk of love without commitment clearly meant he didn't want to take responsibility!
Her gaze immediately turned fierce. This man looked decent enough, but why was he even more detestable than that pervert?
"Scumbag, die!"
It was known that the Howling Moon Silver Wolf tribe was always extremely loyal in love, having only one partner for life, inseparable until death.
How could she tolerate Ying Tianbao's mindset now? She simply couldn't listen any further.
At this moment, Yaoweiwei no longer cared about anything else. She clenched her fist and punched towards Ying Tianbao's handsome face.
"Hey, listen to my explanation! It's mainly because my father doesn't allow me to associate with the demon race. Once my father passes away, I'll naturally find a way to give you status. I'll definitely rank you in the top ten among my dozens of concubines, how about that?" Ying Tianbao explained.
He knew women were jealous, but as long as he appeased her and promised benefits, she would surely comply.
In his opinion, ranking in the top ten among his concubines was already a great favor. If she pleased him well, the top five could be negotiated.
Dozens of concubines?
Top ten?
Yaoweiwei was about to go mad with anger.
This man already had dozens of wives, yet he dared to have designs on her? How shameless!
Thus, she hit him even harder.
Fortunately, her cultivation was sealed, and she was relying solely on her physical strength. Although Ying Tianbao was beaten badly, he only suffered superficial injuries.
As for Ji Mo, the situation was entirely different.
Extremely perilous.
A woman also appeared.
She was clad in black leather, her perfectly proportioned figure tightly wrapped. She held twin blades that shone with the unique radiance of legendary weapons.
She was like an elf dancing in the darkness, mysterious and powerful, cold and ruthless.
The woman rushed to Ji Mo's bedside, her twin blades spitting cold light as she thrust them forward.