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    Chapter 17: I Hope You Catch an STD!

    Even though Yun Mingzhuo had some fighting skills, he was utterly powerless in front of Murong Zichen.

    “Let me go!”

    Seeing Murong Zichen leaning over him, his naked gaze brazenly fixed on a part that couldn’t be described, Yun Mingzhuo felt humiliated and furious to the extreme.

    Was there no justice left in this world? What gave Murong Zichen the right to treat people like this? So what if he was the emperor?!

    This damn emperor clearly looked down on him, yet still… What kind of twisted mentality did this man have?

    “What are you staring blankly at? Come here and serve me!” Murong Zichen ordered him.

    Yun Mingzhuo was furious. He clamped his legs tightly together and yanked the quilt over his body.

    Dream on! He was not going to serve this damn emperor—not even in death!

    Seeing this, Murong Zichen sneered. “What? Still playing hard to get? Enough of that! Let me satisfy you right now.”

    Shameless! This damn emperor was utterly, disgustingly shameless!

    Yun Mingzhuo’s face turned bright red with rage and shame from his filthy words.

    “You… Get out! Don’t let me see you again!”

    He was absolutely furious, wishing he could die together with Murong Zichen!

    Murong Zichen replied, “If I can’t satisfy you, who else can? That dumb oaf outside?”

    He was referring to Mo Hua.

    That oaf may have looked handsome, but he seemed dumb as a rock. Murong Zichen couldn’t understand how Yun Mingzhuo could be into someone like that.

    Yun Mingzhuo had no intention of submitting to Murong Zichen. He even pulled out a hidden dagger from his sleeve and pointed it at him.

    “Your Majesty, blades have no eyes. If blood is spilled, there’s no turning back.” His expression was cold, and his voice even colder.

    At worst, he’d be executed for attempting to assassinate the emperor—he should’ve been dead long ago anyway! It was still better than being defiled by this filthy emperor and living a miserable, humiliating life. Hmph! There wasn’t a shred of joy left in living like this.

    Murong Zichen wasn’t angry. He simply snapped his fingers. Immediately, the guards outside received his signal and began beating Mo Hua.

    Even though Mo Hua was a trained martial artist with a decently strong physique from years of practice, the guards targeted all his weak points. Unable to bear it, Mo Hua let out pained screams.

    Mo Hua wasn’t the kind of person to cry out for no reason—Yun Mingzhuo knew he must be seriously hurt to be screaming like that.

    Panic began to set in. Yun Mingzhuo said to Murong Zichen, “Mo Hua is an honest man. If you want to take it out on someone, take it out on me! Why involve an innocent person?!”

    He had finally come to terms with life and death—yet he hadn’t expected Murong Zichen to be so cruel to Mo Hua.

    “If you want your little lover spared, fine. Come serve me, and I’ll let him live like the dog he is.”

    Murong Zichen was an extremely petty man. Even if he didn’t like Yun Mingzhuo, he still wouldn’t allow Yun Mingzhuo to betray him. In fact… even if Yun Mingzhuo was merely playing hard to get, Murong Zichen couldn’t tolerate it.

    Yun Mingzhuo hesitated. But hearing Mo Hua’s heart-wrenching screams outside, he ultimately lowered the dagger.

    Forget it! It wasn’t like this was his first time anyway!

    He pulled off the last of his clothes, then began undressing Murong Zichen…

    On the bed, two naked male bodies were entwined in a heated, chaotic mess.

    Yun Mingzhuo gritted his teeth, determined not to let out a single shameful sound no matter what.

    You damned emperor, so lecherous—I hope you catch an STD and die soon! No need to thank me!

    (To be continued…)

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