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"Actually, I think..."
I extended my finger and pointed at the crowd dancing below, my eyes filled with a hint of hesitation.
I wanted to ask him if there were any more masculine dances like street dance, but the words caught in my throat. I was afraid of hurting the pride of those spirited young men, so I could only stammer, unable to voice my thoughts.
But An Zhao was truly perceptive; otherwise, how could he have climbed to the position of steward?
He followed my gaze and quickly understood, a sly smile creeping onto his face. "I see."
Watching his reaction, I couldn't help but marvel at his understanding.
Just as I was contemplating this, he raised his hand slightly, and the music came to an abrupt halt.
Clearing his throat, he announced loudly, "Xiao Lan, you will attend to me tonight."
Xiao Lan? Attend to me? My eyes widened in shock at his words. So that’s how he interpreted it… Oh no!
Upon hearing this, Xiao Lan's face lit up with joy before he quickly knelt down in gratitude, looking utterly bashful, his cheeks flushed like ripe apples.
He occasionally glanced up at me shyly, his eyes filled with anticipation.
Inside, I was groaning. Come on, I'm shy in front of all these people too! Can't they see my face is red? They must think Tonglao is overly excited...
I was unceremoniously pushed into the chamber by An Zhao, who clearly took my sincere refusals as mere formalities.
He could never comprehend this Princess's desire for simplicity. Xiao Lan slowly rose and walked toward the bed, his delicate demeanor making me feel pity for him.
I truly didn't want to hurt him, so I gently said, "Well... you're not really my type."
As soon as Xiao Lan heard this, his eyes turned red instantly, and tears began to stream down his face uncontrollably.
Suddenly, he transformed as if he were a different person, pouncing on me like a hungry tiger. His hands shot out swiftly, and he began to tear at my clothes with alarming agility.
I was instantly taken aback, my eyes widening in horror as I desperately tried to escape while shouting at the top of my lungs, "Help! An Zhao! Help! My Purity..."
An Zhao had been waiting outside the door and must have realized from my screams that this was no ordinary "pleasure of the boudoir." He finally opened the door.
Seeing him was like spotting a savior, and I quickly darted behind him for cover.
Upon witnessing this, Xiao Lan fell to his knees with a thud, crying out, "Chief Steward An, the palace master said she doesn't want me."
He continued to sob uncontrollably, as if I had abandoned him, his body trembling slightly.
An Zhao glanced at me with a meaningful look, seemingly blaming me for not understanding the ways of romance. It was truly remarkable; in this day and age, one could be criticized for not being swayed by beauty.
I hurriedly explained, "Getting into bed is a sacred matter..."
An Zhao smiled gently and said, "Xiao Lan, wait for me inside. Palace Master, please follow me."
Many times I felt that An Zhao had more presence than I did as the palace master. Unlike the men of Flying Immortal Palace, who were also handsome with delicate features but often reeked of makeup, he seemed refreshingly free of such artifice. His status in Flying Immortal Palace was also quite high; it seemed many looked up to him.
I secretly speculated that he had the potential for rebellion, yet he appeared quite content. Perhaps my lackluster Tianshan Tonglao was not worth his effort.
I found myself hoping he would rally those men with handkerchiefs and the women of Misty Peak for a grand showdown; I thought that would make for a much more exciting plot.
I followed An Zhao into the study.
His expression turned serious as he revealed a secret to me—one that seemed to be known by everyone but me.
It turned out there was a technique in Flying Immortal Palace that only the palace master could practice, called the Yin-Yang Universe Technique.
As soon as I heard that name, I couldn't help but curl my lip, thinking to myself that it was clear from the name alone that it belonged to no good person.
Here comes the crucial part.
The reason the men from the Flying Immortal Palace were so obedient and docile, serving as slaves and servants, was because they had consumed a highly toxic substance known as Liejin.
This poison would flare up on the night of the full moon in August, causing those who ingested it to suffer unbearable pain, wishing for death yet unable to die.
Only the palace master who practiced the Yin-Yang Universe Technique could save them, and the method of salvation was to share a bed!
Of course, An Zhao's explanation was more refined; he said that intimacy could alleviate the effects of the Liejin poison within the male slaves. If they did not receive the palace master's favor for three consecutive full moon nights, they would undoubtedly perish.
In other words, This Princess sacrificed her chastity yet could not completely cure them of the poison—this was simply outrageous.
Now I finally understood Xiao Lan's urgency.
I could only nod in agreement; I was stunned by this perverse poison.
I had always thought my unusual descent and accidental deaths of two masters were why everyone had made me the palace master.
Now I realized that it was actually because I had absorbed the Inner Strength gained from the previous palace master practicing the Yin-Yang Universe Technique, forcing them to acknowledge me as their leader.
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