Chapter 800: Send Him a Female Slave at Night

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Chu Yihan shot him a sharp glance. “I was asking about the female slave from just now.”

“I was referring to the female slave. The one who attends to you daily is never the same person. There’s no need to be fixated. But given your current condition, you might not be able to have a female slave. Let’s change your dressing first,” Chu Yifeng kindly advised, patting his shoulder.

Chu Yihan pushed his hand away in disgust.

Although he complied by lying on the bed, allowing Chu Yifeng to change his dressing, he remained unresponsive to Chu Yifeng’s attempts at conversation.

When Chu Yifeng asked if the wound hurt or if there was any sensation, he dismissed it all as nonsense.

Chu Yifeng shook his head. “You’re still as uninteresting as ever.”

Even Rong Sheng, who was usually reserved, could be forced to cry, but Chu Yihan remained impassive as if nothing could penetrate his demeanor.

His bad taste was triggered. When he deliberately pressed on Chu Yihan’s wound, Chu Yihan’s cold and bloodthirsty voice was heard. “I don’t mind challenging you.”

“With your current condition, how do you plan to challenge me?” Chu Yifeng sneered mercilessly.

Chu Yihan’s hand was already clenched around the Qingfeng Sword.

Chu Yifeng raised his hands in surrender. “Fine, you win. I haven’t even considered taking your life yet. Take care of yourself.”

Ah Hong, listening from outside, clicked his tongue in a sigh. “Those familiar with you might mistake you for brothers, while those unaware would assume you’re mortal enemies.”

Even applying the medicine, he could sense the eager sword energy of Chu Yihan’s Qingfeng Sword.

Once dressed, Chu Yihan’s lingering doubts sprouted like a seed. “I want that female slave.”

After washing his hands, Chu Yifeng wore a teasing smile. “You’ve just lost your new wife, and you’re already in a hurry? Aren’t you afraid of your deceased Princess Consort finding out and feeling heartbroken?”

Su Yingxue, eavesdropping outside, wished she could tear Chu Yifeng apart.

This despicable person always twisted Chu Yihan’s intentions!

Chu Yihan was so upright, how could he be in such a rush?

Seemingly accustomed to Chu Yifeng’s perverse amusement, Chu Yihan regarded him with even more disdain.

After the disdain came a simple, direct assertion. “I want that female slave.”

By the time he repeated it for the third time, Chu Yifeng had to confront the sword energy of the Qingfeng Sword.

Chu Yifeng had intended to say more, but he was momentarily blinded by the brilliance of the Qingfeng Sword. He shrugged as if conceding. “Alright, you can have her. I wouldn’t be so stingy with you. Just take care of yourself. Rong Sheng won’t be available to save you tonight.”

“Hmph!” Chu Yihan’s cold mockery spared no mercy.

Chu Yifeng shook his head. As he walked out of Chu Yihan’s room, he sighed in resignation. “As the Pavilion Master, I’ve never been able to handle this younger brother of mine. If he wants a female slave, how could I refuse?”

With a seductive stride, he returned to his quarters.

Su Yingxue threw punches at him from behind. “Scoundrel! Lunatic! Deliberately tarnishing Your Highness’s name!”

It was obvious that Your Highness wanted her!

Certainly not any other female slave!

Humph!

Su Yingxue thought, venting her frustration, then remembered Chu Yifeng’s words.

He had promised Chu Yihan the female slave.

Did this mean she would have to…?

No!

Rong Sheng had said that Chu Yihan couldn’t see her yet, or else he wouldn’t be able to bear it!

When Ah Hong found Su Yingxue, he said, “The Pavilion Master ordered that a female slave must be sent to the Ninth Prince’s room tonight. Miss Su, are you going? Or should I send someone else?”

“Of course I…I can’t go!” Su Yingxue gritted her teeth in frustration.

If she could see Chu Yihan, would she need to dress up like this?

But to let someone else go…

Su Yingxue’s heart ached a little.