Chapter 13: The Eunuch Prince

“Prince, what shall we do? Your guard cannot beat me…” Yu Mei chuckled, looking like a woman capable of bewitching all living souls, yet within her eyes, there was a bone-chilling frost.

Qian Jingyao was shaken by the chill in her eyes, but as a renowned general, he composed his emotions and snorted coldly, “In that case, this Prince leaves myself to your disposal!”

“Oh? To my disposal?” She raised an eyebrow, a playful, mocking smile curling at the corners of her mouth. “Prince, you said it yourself…”

Looking at her expression, which seemed to signal that her scheme had succeeded, Qian Jingyao felt a chill in his heart. Just as he was about to ask what she intended to do, she suddenly broke into a bright smile and called out sweetly to the commoners a meter away, “People, the Prince has such courage, saying he leaves himself to my disposal! This humble girl lacks talent and skill, but since the Prince has put it that way, it would be impolite of me to refuse. So, may I ask, does anyone have a knife? Could I borrow one?”

The crowd was mesmerized by that sweet, honeyed smile; they no longer cared what she intended to do and scrambled to find knives to throw to her. Finally, a small knife flew out from a corner, heading straight for her without a hint of deviation. Yu Mei smiled, reached out to catch the knife, and then smiled again, “Thank you…”

“You—what do you want a knife for…” Qian Jingyao was terrified. Looking at the gleaming small knife in her hand, even his voice carried a trace of trembling.

Yu Mei ignored him. Holding the hilt, she let the tip of the blade slowly slide down his face, past his jaw, and across his chest… With every movement, Qian Jingyao grew incredibly nervous, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. However, Yu Mei’s hand did not stop until the knife was aimed directly at his manhood…

*Swish—*

The crowd held their breath, watching them without even blinking, terrified of missing a single moment of the spectacle.

“Prince, tell me, what will happen if I strike with this blow?” A smile carrying a fatal enchantment spread across her face, and an evil light flickered in Yu Mei’s eyes. Her small hand swayed slightly, and the sharp blade swayed along with it, as if it might fall at any second…

Qian Jingyao gasped, his eyes fixed tightly on the sharp blade, not daring to breathe a single breath. “You—don't be impulsive! As long as you release this Prince, I promise you, whatever you want, I will give it to you!”

“Hehe…” Yu Mei burst into a laugh, her small face blooming like a flower; even the vermilion mark between her brows seemed to grow more vivid. “Can you truly give me whatever I want?”

“Yes, yes, yes! This Prince’s word is always law!” Qian Jingyao nodded like a pounding garlic press, as if afraid she wouldn't believe him.

“Then, I want the head of the current Emperor.” Her tone was light, as if it could drift away with the wind. As Yu Mei’s eyes shifted, they were filled with arrogant wildness. Though it was an utterly loathsome, haughty expression, it looked dazzling and radiant upon her face.

*Hiss—*

She heard the sound of the crowd inhaling; the scene fell silent instantly, and the atmosphere plummeted to zero.

“You—how dare you! Do you even know what you are saying?” His eyes widened, and Qian Jingyao cried out in shock, though his voice trembled slightly. This woman—what audacity! Her temperament was so wild she held no one in regard, yet no one could do anything to her. Was she truly that frail daughter of the county magistrate he had seen that day?

Her seemingly light tone hid a sharp edge. This woman possessed a confidence that commanded submission and a high-and-mighty pride!

“What? You can't do it?” Her eyes shifted, and the chill seeped out once more; even her voice grew several degrees colder.

This woman changed faces far too quickly! Just as Qian Jingyao was about to speak, Yu Mei gave him no further opportunity!

Accompanied by Yu Mei’s icy words, the sharp blade stabbed down rapidly. “Since you can't do it, then stop talking big!”

“AAAAHHH!!”

The scream of pain echoed throughout the Western Mist Kingdom. Almost simultaneously, the male onlookers all squeezed their lower bodies tight…

Qian Jingyao’s face turned deathly pale. A piercing pain shot from his lower body, and he promptly fainted. Yu Mei snorted coldly and stood up, tossing the blade aside. Finding it dirty, she pulled out a handkerchief to meticulously wipe her hands. Dropping the handkerchief, she lifted her small face and prepared to walk away, but just as she lifted her foot, a surprised shout came from behind her.

“…Uncle Wang!”