"Who dares to touch me?" Night Princess opened her slightly dazed eyes.
One second, she was lost and her eyes were muddled, but the next, they became as frosty and ice-cold.
The Emperor who was pressed on top of her, intending to detoxify her, paused for a moment. He couldn't comprehend why the woman, who was weakly clinging onto his waist just a second ago, had suddenly sobered up.
"Endure it!" A low and magnetic voice echoed in the bedroom.
As soon as his words fell, Night Princess’s pupils dilated dramatically.
Damn it!
Just as Night Princess was about to knock the man unconscious with her karate chop, the man, as though he had eyes on his back, held her hands down in advance and leaned over her.
A hot and hoarse voice sounded in her ears: "I will take responsibility for you!"
Who requires you to take responsibility?
Night Princess struggled fiercely while gritting her teeth, yet her strength felt so insignificant in front of the man.
Anger and unwillingness filled her heart, yet she could only allow the man to manipulate her at his will.
When the night passed, Night Princess was left drained and weak, lying powerlessly on the bed.
The Emperor held her in his arms, seeing that it was dawn, he wanted to examine her face clearly with the light streaming in through the window, but a hurried footstep sound was heard.
The Emperor furrowed his eyebrows, with a pull of his big hand, he drew down the bed curtain next to him, wrapping Night Princess's delicate and fair body, and in the next second, his figure disappeared like a white cloud amidst flying clothes.
The Great Hall.
When Lady Isabelle woke up, she was surrounded by a crowd of people.
She didn't know when, but she had been moved from her bed to the main hall, wrapped in a bed curtain. It barely covered the vital parts of her body, but the kiss marks on her collarbone and shoulders were evidence of how intense the previous night had been.
On awakening, Lady Isabelle sucked in a cold breath, feeling like her body had been brutally ravaged by that man last night!
She was about to sit up when she noticed the disdainful and accusing eyes all around her, accompanied by pointing condemning whispers.
Those eyes, like sharp blades, seemed to be cutting into her.
“The hell, the young mistress of the Isabelle household, has been carrying on a secret affair!"
"She has disgraced the face of Master Isabelle!"
"She doesn't abide by woman's virtue, flirts around; she should be punished by dunking into the pig cage!”
With these archaic accusations ringing in her ears, Lady Isabelle finally came back to her senses.
Her name was Isabelle Jemma, the legitimate daughter of the Isabelle family. Even though she had no talent in cultivation, she had to resort to cultivating her spirit.
Spirit cultivation was extremely risky as it required the cultivation of the out-of-body spirit, separating it from the physical body.
With no other option for strength, she had no choice but to cultivate her spirit.
Over the years, her spirit has been staying in an immortal mansion in the 21st century for cultivation, while her physical body remains in Isabelle mansion on the mysterious continent.
She thought as the legitimate daughter of the Isabelle household, she should at least not worry about food and clothes.
However, as her spirit left her body, it was like a fool, walking around like a zombie every day, with no ability to think at all.
Over time, news of Prime Minister Isabelle’s legitimate daughter being a fool spread far and wide.
Prime Minister Isabelle, disdainful of her lack of talent and her foolishness, threw her into the backyard, leaving her to her own devices.
However, against all odds, she was the legitimate daughter, bound by an engagement to the current Crown Prince, thereby becoming a thorn in many people's sides.
Isabelle Rosalind's seemingly concerned yet derisive voice hit like a sharp blade, "Sister, how could you secretly liaise with the Crown Prince's subordinate? This is too... too indiscriminate, isn't it?"
As her words fell, the surrounding crowd burst into a fit of laughter.
Isabelle Jemma listened, and her eyes, as deep as a dark sea, flashed with a sharp and cold light, targeting the source of the voice—Isabelle Rosalind!
Isabelle Rosalind, her sweet little sister, who was knowledgeable, versatile in qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and even proficient in cultivation, blessed with not a little talent!
In contrast, she, though a legitimate daughter of the Isabelle house, was considered wasteful and foolish by her family and the world.
Isabelle Jemma hooked up a corner of her lips into a cold sneer—"Isabelle Rosalind, which eye of yours saw me privately liaising with a subordinate?"
She rose slowly, her bed curtain draped around her like a noble and mysterious evening gown. Her cool and aloof temperament immediately caught people's attention.
She elegantly walked to the center of the courtyard, standing as straight as pine, appearing like an unreachable celestial maiden.
For a moment, the onlookers were awed by the noble aura emanating from her, and the laughter abruptly ceased.
The Crown Prince, who had been silent, furrowed his brow and gazed unhappily at Isabelle Jemma. "You've lost face for me, the Crown Prince!" He exclaimed.
After saying this, he swung his sleeve in annoyance and sat down in the main seat.
Seeing this, Isabelle Rosalind rushed to soothe him—"Brother Crown Prince, don't be angry!"
Night Rosalind seemed to comfort the crown prince, but her gaze was actually directed at Night Lady. She frowned slightly, her voice delicate and severe: "Sister, you need to stop talking now."
"As the betrothed to the crown prince, you were caught being intimate with a lowly perfumer of the night... You have..."
"Not only have you shamed our crown prince, but you've also lost all face for our Night Mansion!"
Night Rosalind's voice was, as always, sweet and soft as a lily, and like a pot of green tea brewing and bubbling over.
Night Lady watched the scene, laughing coldly in her heart.
She had seen far too many of these cliched dramas in the 21st century, all aimed at finding an excuse to cancel a betrothal.
If they wished to cancel the betrothal!
She would happily oblige!
Night Lady walked calmly to a chair at the side, glowering at the woman originally seated there.
The woman, cowed by Night Lady's piercing gaze, hastily vacated the seat.
Night Lady elegantly spun around and sat down, crossing her legs. Her posture was brazen and yet, undeniably graceful.
"Night Lady, how audacious!" The crown prince hadn't expected Night Lady to dare to sit down. He slammed his fist on the table in outrage!
Eyeing the prince's furious gaze, Night Lady remained calm, "Your Highness, don't be hasty. Let's have a good talk."
As she spoke, she smirked, her gaze shifting to the perfumer of the night who reeked to high heaven.
He was short and appeared to be in his early forties. Due to years of labor, his hands were dark and covered in callouses.
Night Princess furrowed her brows; both his stature and demeanor were completely different from the man she'd met last night.
"Does the Crown Prince truly believe I would fancy such a man?" Night Princess sneered coldly, giving a contemptuous laugh.
Seeing her still able to speak so brazenly, the crowd gathered around her became even more volatile.
"You still have the audacity to speak?"
"Both the Prince and the Night Clan's reputation have been disgraced because of you!"
"Such a disgrace – sleeping with anyone and everyone!"
Night Princess raised her eyebrows and laughed coldly, looking at the prince, “Your Highness, this matter is of great importance, can you please clear the area?”
"Clear the area? You still have the nerve to..." Before the prince finished speaking, Night Princess forcefully interrupted, "Prince, after all, I am your fiancee in name. If I lose face, your reputation won't be spared either."
When these words came out, the prince's face grew even darker.
But what Night Princess said was true. No matter how much he disliked Night Princess, everyone knew she was his fiancee.
"All of you, leave immediately!" Barked the Prince, clenching his fists, his knuckles cracking in ire.
He felt as if he'd been manipulated by Night Princess.
Having heard him, Night Princess calmly added, "The truth has not yet fully emerged, everyone should watch their words!”
"If anyone dares to slander the Crown Prince's fiancee, the Prince will definitely not let you off!"
Upon hearing this, the onlooking crowd, who had initially been anticipating more drama, suddenly grew nervous, fearing that they might be the next to face catastrophe.
