Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 414: Demoness, You Will Not Die Well!

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Zhan Lan looked at Mu Yan, and the two exchanged smiles.

Suddenly, Vermilion Bird’s voice came from outside the door.

"Master, Madam, subordinate apologizes for being late!" Vermilion Bird nodded.

He had come here from Xue Lingling’s side, and the fight had already ended.

Mu Yan said from inside the room, "No matter, for the next few days make sure to stay by Xue Lingling’s side and protect her closely."

"Master, I..." Vermilion Bird truly did not want to be alone with Xue Lingling; it made him feel completely uncomfortable.

Mu Yan coldly replied, "The assassin today might have been Xue Lingling’s brother. Xue Lingling is inherently naive—if someone discovers her existence and exploits her to threaten us, have you thought about the consequences?"

Vermilion Bird immediately felt a sense of urgency and nodded in agreement, "Understood."

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Dugu Yan emerged from the Regent King’s Mansion, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips—she hadn’t been drunk at all.

Her capacity for alcohol was better than Zhan Lan’s, and earlier at the table, her teasing of Xiao Chen had solely been because she couldn’t stand his aloof and arrogant demeanor.

Xiao Chen’s appearance, naturally, was beyond reproach, but she didn’t care for men like him—tease him all night, and he wouldn’t give even the slightest reaction.

Dugu Yan, accustomed to life as a female bandit, always thought being romantically involved with someone like Xiao Chen would be too exhausting.

Besides, apart from being close with the Main General, he seemed as though he didn’t even like women!

As she strolled along leisurely, gazing up at the stars and the moon, she murmured, "Everyone else has a pair—even the moon has the stars as company—but here I am, all alone and so lonely!"

"Oh Heaven above, oh Earth below, dear gods, quickly send me a man!"

As Dugu Yan earnestly prayed, suddenly, right in front of her, a figure dressed in black flipped over the high walls of the Regent King’s Mansion. Carrying another black-clad figure on his back, he landed directly in her path.

Dugu Yan’s quick reflexes allowed her to deliver a punch that knocked out the man carrying the other. The one he had been carrying tumbled to the ground as well.

Her sheer divine strength was unmatched—no one could withstand her punches.

Dugu Yan crouched down and pulled off the masks covering the two men’s faces.

Under the moonlight, she saw the cold and indifferent face of one of the men. Beneath his slightly arched brows were sharp, narrow eyes glinting like icy stars. His nose, impressive and prominent, echoed his aura of authority and strength. Thin lips of a pale hue sat below his statuesque features, his figure tall and commanding—handsome to an extraordinary degree.

As Dugu Yan examined the man under the moonlight, she was immediately struck by his stunning aura.

The man’s icy demeanor, coupled with the murderous intent radiating off him, irresistibly captivated her.

Dugu Yan’s heartbeat quickened; as if guided by an unseen force, she reached out and stroked the man’s cheek.

The man appeared to be in considerable pain, his eyes flashing with a violent, murderous intent.

Dugu Yan curved her lips into a smile, like a devilish poppy flower, muttering softly, "Did you fall victim to Soft Bone Powder?"

The man furrowed his brows but said nothing.

Dugu Yan was thoroughly delighted; with a whistle, a black horse came dashing toward her from not far away. Dugu Yan placed the man on the horse, mounted it herself, and left the unconscious black-clad man behind.

Not long after, Dugu Yan brought the man into her own dwelling.

The man’s consciousness remained entirely intact, but his body was paralyzed and immobile.

Dugu Yan, with her considerable strength, dragged the man into her bathing chamber. Her hands deftly reached for his belt, loosening it, and his clothes fell instantly to the ground.

The man, now entirely bare, was thrown into the bath by Dugu Yan.

A blush spread across his face as his sharp gaze locked onto Dugu Yan, inwardly raging: She’s courting death, courting death!

If she dared lay a single finger on him, he would definitely kill this brazen woman!

Dugu Yan stared at him with an unrelenting gaze, her hands unfastening the waistband of her own clothes as they smoothly slipped off of her.

The man nervously watched her, internally panicking: What is she trying to do? Why is she taking off her clothes?

With a sultry smile, Dugu Yan entered the bath.

Her hand rested on the man’s shoulder, her legs enclosing his, while her fingers trailed from his Adam’s apple down to his abdomen.

The man’s breathing grew more rapid as he attempted to circulate his inner energy to dispel the toxins, but he remained unable to move.

Dugu Yan leaned close to his ear and whispered mischievously, "Are you trying to ask me what I’m going to do to you?"

The man closed his eyes briefly in frustration—this woman was utterly inhuman!

She was blatantly seducing him.

The warmth of her breath brushed against his ears, blending with the faint tang of alcohol that invaded his senses.

With a flower-like grin she teased, "Have you heard of alcohol leading to impulsive actions?"

The man’s heart raced—he couldn’t allow himself to be defiled by this kind of woman.

He couldn’t!

Dugu Yan, her long legs coiling around his waist like a temptress, purred, "What are you afraid of? You’re as feeble as a puddle right now—I doubt you can do anything at all!"

She, fueled by mischief, kindled a fire within him.

The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed several times as he glared angrily at Dugu Yan.

Dugu Yan’s hands, mischievously wandering under the water, made the man grunt deeply.

Beads of sweat began to dot his forehead as his gaze turned bright red.

Dugu Yan suddenly looked beneath the water and remarked, "Your body is reacting... "

She realized he would soon recover from the toxin and regain movement. Wrapping her arms around his neck, emboldened by alcohol, she pressed a kiss onto his lips.

The man, stunned and furious, was helpless to counter her aggression, mortified to the point of wanting to hide.

He’s a man, yet if tonight he were to be taken by a woman—how could he still face anyone back in his clan?

The tingling sensations on his lips and body slowly eroded his resistance.

As his strength began returning, it wasn’t long before the pair found themselves rolling onto the bed.

Fearing the restoration of his martial prowess and possible retaliation, Dugu Yan swiftly tied the man to the bed.

Inside the room, flickering candlelight set the tone as Dugu Yan, emboldened by drink, went on to intimately entangle with the stranger until late into the night.

By the time everything had transpired, the man glared at Dugu Yan resting in his arms and growled, "You crazy woman!"

Dugu Yan, exhausted and sore, glanced at the man restrained on the bed and said, "What’s your name? You performed quite well last night..."

The man coldly stared at her, refusing to answer.

Dugu Yan, sleepy and weary, reached out to trace his firm abs and said, "Relax—you’ve been with me, so I’ll take responsibility."

The man spat coldly, "You’d do best to let me go now, or I’ll kill you... "

Examining the strikingly wild and handsome man tied to her bed, Dugu Yan couldn’t help but admire him further. His dark, chestnut-hued eyes were magnetically irresistible—precisely her type.

Her hand wandered downward as she smiled slyly and said, "Your ’brother’ doesn’t seem eager to leave..."

Her words made the man burn with shame—this woman was exceptionally skilled at teasing.

"Release me! I have serious matters to attend to!" He demanded with an edge of frustration, knowing he had only two days left on his contract with another.

Dugu Yan pressed herself against his chest, teasing, "And just like this, you’d leave? It’s not safe—women like me abound in Ding’an City. A man must learn to protect himself when venturing out!"

Grinding his teeth as new desires surged within him, he snapped, "Demoness! You’ll face a wicked end!"

Dugu Yan traced circles on his chest and chuckled, "Looks like you’re in a heavenly torment right now..."

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That night, Si Jun slept uneasily. Only in the latter half did his coughing subside enough for him to drift off.

In the middle of the night, the guards at Prince Wei Mansion, patrolling the premises, suddenly witnessed a truly horrifying scene.

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