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Every normal man's heart harbors a dream of a harem, wishing to gather all the beauties of the world within it. Ye Huan was no exception. However, stepping into someone else's harem at this moment felt entirely different...
After being stunned for a while, Ye Huan finally realized that he and Zhang Ren had inadvertently stumbled into the harem of the Sovereign of the Southern Xiongnu Empire. It took him a moment to process this, but he couldn't help but notice that being so close to the woman, with her fragrant scent wafting toward him, stirred something within him. Having once consumed the crystal made from Pink Butterfly's saliva, certain parts of Ye Huan's body began to react, pressing against the voluptuous backside of the Palace-Dressed Woman.
With her back turned to Ye Huan, the Palace-Dressed Woman couldn't see what was happening. Naturally, in this cornered situation, she assumed Ye Huan intended to silence her and quickly exclaimed, "Wait! You just said that if I answer your questions, you won't kill me!"
Her voice was barely above a whisper, perhaps driven by her instinct for survival. It was so faint that Zhang Ren, standing several meters away, widened his eyes in disbelief.
Zhang Ren was positioned about five meters from Ye Huan and could clearly see certain parts of Ye Huan pressing against the Palace-Dressed Woman. The right hand that had just been removed from her mouth hung limply at her waist, and combined with her soft murmurs, it was no wonder Zhang Ren thought what he did.
"Damn it! Why is it always me doing the hard work while Ye Huan reaps the benefits?"
Cursing under his breath and glancing at the bloodstains still visible in the garden nearby, Zhang Ren stomped his feet in frustration as if trying to vent his pent-up anger.
Unaware of Zhang Ren's displeasure, Ye Huan sensed that his body was experiencing some 'minor issues' again. However, fearing that the Palace-Dressed Woman might scream, he chose to calm her first and said, "Don't worry; I won't kill you..."
"What does this mean...?" Hearing Ye Huan repeat himself, the Palace-Dressed Woman curiously reached behind her only to find a 'fire stick' radiating heat.
Meanwhile, after finally releasing his frustration, Zhang Ren turned around and was met with an astonishing sight: under the bright daylight in the Southern Xiongnu Empire Palace, the Palace-Dressed Woman was directly reaching for Ye Huan's lower body...
Turning away helplessly, Zhang Ren silently vowed that next time he encountered a beauty, he would make sure to leave all the hard work to Ye Huan!
Completely unaware that Zhang Ren had begun calculating his own escape plan internally, Ye Huan found himself in an indescribable situation as someone grasped his vital part. With no other choice, he could only say awkwardly, "Um... could you please take your hand off me?"
Turning her head stiffly, although the Palace-Dressed Woman had guessed what she had touched when she felt something hot in her hand, she couldn't help but exclaim when she looked down: "Aren't you a eunuch?!"
Where were they? The palace! Hearing her words made Ye Huan realize that there was no way to hide their presence anymore. Without a second thought, he dashed to one side and pulled Zhang Ren along as they ran in one direction.
Sure enough, within less than ten seconds, a royal guard unit rushed over from just a few dozen meters away, including a level eight expert.
Fortunately, Ye Huan reacted quickly at that moment; otherwise, he and Zhang Ren might have already been captured.
Running without stopping, Ye Huan turned several corners. To avoid running into more soldiers, he slipped into a nearby room.
After closing the door behind him, he listened to the shouts outside while carefully examining the furnishings in the room.
The intricately carved wooden bed and the red cotton canopy made it clear that this was a woman's room. Looking westward from the bed, he noticed a table with a couple of ancient books bound in thread. To the south stood an incense altar with fragrant incense burning, filling the air with a subtle aroma.
After inspecting the boudoir, Ye Huan was certain that this was definitely the room of a cultured and refined woman!
He stepped over to the table and picked up one of the ancient books. The bold characters on the cover read "Room Techniques," which made Ye Huan nod in affirmation.
Wait…
Room Techniques?!
Surprised, he flipped through the book and was immediately captivated by its contents, which featured various illustrations of intimate scenes!
At the doorway, noticing Ye Huan's interest in the book, Zhang Ren couldn't help but ask, "Ye Huan, what are you looking at?"
"Oh, nothing much..." Ye Huan hurriedly replied, like a thief hiding something as he tucked the "Room Techniques" into his clothes and sat down on the intricately carved wooden bed that emanated a woman's fragrance.
Stretching comfortably, as soon as he sank into the soft mattress, Ye Huan felt an overwhelming urge to rest.
However, he knew that now was not the time for relaxation. While sitting on the bed, he took out the Palace Terrain Map from his pocket, intending to study where Liu Ruyan and the others were being held.
Ye Huan spread the map flat on the bed, and words jumped into his sight from the Palace Terrain Map: Yonghe Palace, Hall of Supreme Harmony, Great Hall of Supreme Harmony, Blazing Sun Pavilion...
Counting the place names on the entire terrain map, there were actually over a hundred of them. This left Ye Huan feeling quite troubled.
With more than a hundred locations to search through one by one, how long would that take? The more he thought about it, the worse he felt. Ye Huan truly regretted not asking that Palace-Dressed Woman a few more questions when he had the chance.
Seeing Ye Huan's brows tightly knitted together, Zhang Ren knew that Ye Huan was at a loss for what to do. He quickly stepped over to Ye Huan's side and said, "Ye Huan, if it really doesn't work out, why don't we leave the palace for now? Didn't you tell me before that as long as there's green mountain left, we need not worry about firewood?"
Leave?
Contemplating Zhang Ren's words, Ye Huan found himself somewhat in agreement. With all twenty-five experts from the Eastern Family dead and a suspicious Cultivator old man potentially appearing at any moment, not to mention not knowing Liu Ruyan's whereabouts, Ye Huan was indeed considering leaving this palace.
After pondering for about a minute, Ye Huan ultimately made up his mind to leave the palace first. Otherwise, with such a vast palace to search through, if they did find that old Daoist, he would surely return by then...
Just as he was about to nod at Zhang Ren, Ye Huan clearly heard a sudden commotion of footsteps outside the door—someone was clearly running in their direction...
Looking curiously towards the doorway, both Zhang Ren and Ye Huan appeared somewhat perplexed. At least Ye Huan remembered that they hadn't left any traces when they arrived. But judging by the footsteps, it was evident that someone was heading straight for them!
Summoning two 56-style Triangular Bayonets, he tossed one to Zhang Ren while holding onto the other himself. The two quickly hid behind the door...
Soon enough, the door was pushed open, and a blue figure rushed in at lightning speed. Ye Huan and Zhang Ren barely had time to react. What surprised them even more was that this blue figure charged straight towards the intricately carved wooden bed without noticing the presence of the two others in the room...
Feeling that this figure looked somewhat familiar, Ye Huan gestured for Zhang Ren to be silent and carefully closed the door without making a sound. Finally, he summoned two assault rifles equipped with silencers and handed one to Zhang Ren just in case before stealthily approaching the side of the carved wooden bed.
In close proximity, Ye Huan saw that after this figure lay down on the bed, she buried her face in the pillow and began to cry. He could hear her voice: "Bastard! Taking advantage of me! Boohoo! Taking advantage of me..."
Clearly remembering that just moments ago the Palace-Dressed Woman's voice sounded exactly like hers, Ye Huan simply patted her shoulder...
A person, a room, and inexplicably someone tapped on their shoulder...
Burying her face deep into the pillow, the Palace-Dressed Woman dared not move for a long time. Ye Huan watched her with a mix of amusement and exasperation, unconsciously recalling the 'Room Techniques' still in his embrace.
'Could this girl be a newly selected consort?'
As he pondered her background and glanced around the not-so-luxurious room, Ye Huan became increasingly convinced of his thoughts and whispered, "It's me..."
Silence enveloped the room, as if death itself had settled in. No one made a sound; Zhang Ren stood at the door while Ye Huan crouched by the bed. The Palace-Dressed Woman had even ceased her sobbing...
After what felt like an eternity, perhaps doubting whether she was hallucinating, the Palace-Dressed Woman cautiously turned her head. Her gaze met Ye Huan's, who was staring intently at her.
Momentarily stunned, her first instinct was to cover her mouth tightly with her hand, fearing that even a whisper might bring disaster. She retreated further, ignoring the high-soled shoes adorned with lotus patterns on her feet as she climbed onto the bed. Tears brimmed in her eyes, and her pitiful appearance stirred a pang of sympathy in Ye Huan.
"What is your name? How did you end up here?"
With a friendly smile, Ye Huan tentatively asked the woman.
Still fixated on Ye Huan, it took some time before she finally moved her red lips softly: "Qiao Wei..."
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