Jing Hengbo’s eyes widened.

The aloof emperor appears!

Need to escape three times? Does she need to escape? Does she need preparation? She could lift her foot to the moon, turn around and tour the universe—does she need to escape?

Is this guy also one of those people who want her to become queen?

But what’s with this attitude?

When he mentioned the word “Your Majesty,” it was clearly spoken with particular clarity and calmness, yet why could one feel such a strong sense of sarcasm?

Not to mention those guards who prostrated themselves when they saw her, even that black-clothed beauty who obviously held a high position at least bowed upon seeing her. But this one is truly noble and aloof, sitting there so brazenly with just a casual remark, his eyes still looking at the ceiling.

What’s on the ceiling? Is there such a vibrant and alluring beauty as herself?

“Beloved minister, rise!” she immediately replied, lifting her chin high.

One cannot lose in momentum—if you look at the ceiling, I’ll look at the ceiling too, and I’ll look even higher than you.

Hearing such an unexpected response, the white-clothed person on the bed finally deigned to lower his gaze and gestured with his finger. Jing Hengbo’s entire body relaxed as the previous restraints disappeared.

“Beloved minister, bye-bye!”

With a whoosh, Jing Hengbo vanished at light speed.

Just kidding—beauties are worth coveting, but one must have the life to enjoy them. This person is clearly a pursuer from Dahuang, and one with greater background and stronger methods. Moreover, his attitude is even worse than Yelu Qi’s—he has killing intent!

She bet with a single hair that if she didn’t escape spectacularly now, her future life would definitely be far from spectacular.

“Whoosh.” The next instant, Jing Hengbo appeared in her own room.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to escape far, but her gold, silver, and valuables were still in the room. Without taking them along, what would await her on the future escape route—starvation?

She had no time to catch her breath and rushed straight to the back of the bed. Under the bed in the corner of the wall was a mouse hole where she hid her money. The proprietress of Fenglai Qi was most skilled at secretly searching and scraping others’ private savings. Wherever she passed, she could scrape a layer off even flat ground. Only a mouse hole could escape disaster.

Moving the bed aside, behind the bed was a wall with a money-hiding hole at its base. Behind the wall was where she usually bathed, with wooden tubs and other items.

As soon as the bed was moved, Jing Hengbo froze.

Where was the wall?

The money-hiding wall behind the bed had suddenly disappeared! Now she could directly see the wooden bathing tub in the vague mist.

Wait, vague mist… there was hot water in the tub? But she hadn’t ordered anyone to draw bath water earlier—where did the hot water come from? And most importantly, where was the wall? Where was the wall?!

Jing Hengbo felt her entire body go somewhat stiff and numb. Everything before her exceeded personal understanding of the world. Could it be that after staying in this room too long, even the wall had gained spiritual energy and could teleport?

Even more fatal was that behind the mist, a human figure appeared faintly.

White robes flowing to the ground, sleeves like snow, with a tightly fastened collar, and a pale golden pearl that glimmered slightly in the pale white mist…

“First time.” The mist drifted ethereally, his robes like those of an immortal, yet his voice was clear and resolute.

Jing Hengbo stumbled.

How did this guy appear? How did he know she would teleport here? Could he teleport too?

The back window was open, and water vapor and light mist flowed like clouds. The night wind lifted the man’s robes, creating a shallow ripple like water waves. A stroke of cursive calligraphy seemed to spread from his sleeves to the hem of his robe, along with his black hair gently billowing as if about to fly toward the moonlight.

If there were any talented scholars present at this moment, they would probably shake their heads and recite, “Ethereal as light clouds veiling the moon, floating like flowing wind returning to snow.” But Jing Hengbo was only concerned with retreating.

Too startled, her legs somewhat weak, she couldn’t teleport immediately. Stumbling backward, she bumped into something hard with a thud.

She instinctively reached back and confirmed she had hit her dressing table. Remembering there were valuables in the dressing table drawer and gold hairpins and silver ornaments on top, she turned around abruptly.

Gold hairpins and silver ornaments were also valuable items and could be used as weapons—grab a handful for self-defense first!

More importantly, once the dressing table mirror was flipped, it would open a secret door. She had deliberately greased the hinges—one push would open it!

Jing Hengbo grabbed a bottle of wood shavings oil from the table and hurled it over, shouting loudly: “Behold my Bone-Corroding Soul-Urging Overturned Red Waves Joyful Phoenix-Reversing Dragon-Inverting Fall-at-First-Whiff Spring Delight Powder!”

As the bottle was thrown, she turned and lunged toward the mirror. Just one hard push would let her enter the secret door, then teleport again—

Jing Hengbo’s hand had already touched the mirror when she suddenly stopped.

The bronze mirror surface was smooth and bright, reflecting a figure.

White robes surpassing snow, collar tightly fastened, a pale golden pearl glowing with understated luxury that even the bronze’s brilliance couldn’t overshadow.

He was too tall and standing, so the mirror could only reflect up to his collar.

“Second time.” He remained as calm and austere as before, completely motionless. Even the pale golden pearl at his collar looked down from above with cold, glittering light.

Jing Hengbo’s heart went cold. What kind of lingering ghost was this?

What about the bottle she just threw? When it was thrown, the lid was already open—even if it fell into water, there should have been some sound, right? It just vanished into thin air like that? Couldn’t even delay the person for a second?

She had originally thought that since this guy dressed so abstinently and cleanly, he would definitely be very wary of all sorts of brothel items and would surely dodge. But there wasn’t even a pause—she saw him in the mirror again.

Even more fatal was her discovery that this guy had an extremely powerful aura. This wasn’t the kind of aura describing temperament, but rather that wherever this guy was, the surrounding air seemed particularly heavy, as if substantial. She had no confidence she could teleport very far under such a sensation.

She might exhaust all her strength only to teleport from in front of him to beside him.

Where did this lunatic come from?

Back then, even when the black-clothed beauty state preceptor was so formidable, she had still smoothly fooled him and escaped. How was this guy so persistent?

Jing Hengbo lunged forward, deciding to enter the secret room regardless of everything. No matter what, she had to first escape from the space where he existed!

“Bang!” A crisp, loud sound with lingering echoes.

Jing Hengbo cried out loudly, sprawled against the mirror, covering her forehead with teary eyes. Watching as a blue-purple and slightly red bump slowly swelled on her smooth forehead, it looked quite spectacular against the snow-white skin of her face.

The secret door hadn’t opened—with all her strength, she had crashed into the mirror.

Jing Hengbo’s tearful gaze slowly fell to her side.

Beside her was a finger.

The finger was clean and white with a beautiful shape, its tip crystalline like ice. At this moment, with Jing Hengbo sprawled in front of the mirror and the man extremely close behind her, his arm extended from behind to press against the secret door. The two were extremely close—if the man lowered his head, his chin would touch the top of Jing Hengbo’s head. Viewed from behind, it would roughly resemble an embracing posture. Although the man’s body was turned far to the side in a manner suggesting he didn’t want to get close, from the mirror’s perspective, this scene had quite a few points of intimate charm like painting eyebrows with tender ear-to-ear whispering.

But right now, Jing Hengbo had absolutely no mood to appreciate this and only wanted to turn her head and viciously bite off this detestable claw.

It was this finger, pressing right on the mirror’s edge, blocking the secret door’s rotation and preventing her escape plan.

It must be punished!

Jing Hengbo thought this and did exactly that.

She turned her head slightly, extended the tip of her tongue, and licked that finger.

…