Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

He actually gave away two Chaos Treasures as gifts to others.

Could they have become so wealthy?

Wait, don't Chaos Treasures have artifact spirits?

She hadn't noticed before she put it on.

Well, thankfully, these two Chaos Treasures don't have any artifact spirits.

Otherwise, you'll be completely exposed.

This man is quite thoughtful.

However, isn't giving away two Chaos Treasures a bit too extravagant?

He could have kept it for himself.

Women's underwear?

This shouldn't have any impact.

Anyway, it's worn inside, so no one will see it.

What's wrong with women's clothing?

As long as you're comfortable.

Some people even have a particular fondness for women's clothing.

The witch was sexy and alluring, dressed in form-fitting clothes, and moved back and forth in the room.

She wore a black, textured silk nightgown that accentuated her long, alluring curves, showcasing her perfect figure.

Every step she took exuded an irresistible allure.

Her waist was slender and long, swaying slightly with her movements, sometimes outlining a mesmerizing S-curve.

Her breasts were firm and full, rising and falling gently, adding a touch of alluring charm to her figure.

Her long, slender legs looked even more alluring and captivating thanks to the close-fitting clothing.

Every step she took perfectly showcased her elegance and sexiness.

Every movement carries a confident rhythm, as if she has stepped out of a small stage, captivating all who see her.

She stood in front of the mirror, admiring her own appearance.

In the mirror, she was beautiful, with skin as white as snow, radiating an inner glow.

Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, fluttering as she turned.

Her captivating eyes held a hint of deep affection and allure, as if capable of winning hearts.

A smile appeared on his lips.

If that man were standing here, he probably wouldn't be able to resist pouncing on her...

Hmm, my lower back suddenly hurts a little.

She realized that she was actually a little scared afterward.

The witch in the mirror has a confident and satisfied smile.

She knew how beautiful and captivating she was at that moment. She didn't need any external validation.

Because she understands her own value and knows her own charm.

As long as it's effective enough to be devastating to that man, that's enough.

Her body language exudes a free and easy attitude, radiating endless charm.

She showcased feminine grace and boundless strength in a unique way.

With her posture and temperament, she perfectly embodied the combination of sexiness and confidence.

"I really like this gift!"

Swaying her body, she smiled contentedly.

This is the best gift she has ever received.

But why would someone else hand over such a valuable gift?

Furthermore, how could he trust Fan Zui?

What is the relationship between the two?

Furthermore, where does that familiar feeling about Fan Zui come from?

Could he... and him be the same person?

Suddenly, the thought flashed through her mind.

Seize it immediately!

Bright eyes.

It's really possible!

So, how can we confirm this?

Chapter 235 [The Love History of the World-Destroying Marquis]

After a leisurely stroll, Fan Zui returned to the Fan residence and was immediately led to the study by the steward, a young man in blue.

"The Marquis is looking for you."

"Do you know what it is?" The old man never sought him out and deliberately avoided him.

The fact that they're specifically looking for him now, and in such a hurry, suggests something must have happened.

And this is no small matter.

"I don't know, but it seems something happened at the border."

It was rare to see Fan Qingyi frown like this.

This further confirmed his suspicions.

"The border? If soldiers rise up on the border, isn't Little Yama there to keep watch? Why is Godfather in such a hurry?"

This was the first time Fan Zui had ever seen Fan Qingyi with such an expression.

Despite his appearance, he seemed somewhat irritable and lacked a bit of gentleness.

"You probably don't know that the Southern Barbarian Empress and the Marquis have an ambiguous relationship. She even once declared to the world that if her adoptive father agreed, she would gladly hand over the throne as her dowry."

Fan Zui: "..."

He really didn't know about this past event.

This is the first time I've heard of this.

I never would have guessed that the old man had such a glorious past.

Who wouldn't be tempted by an empire as a dowry?

"Did Godfather refuse?"

Fan Qingyi nodded.

Fan Zui couldn't help but sigh, "In the end, they were too young. They didn't know how good young women were and mistook young girls for treasures."

"What's the reason for sending troops when there's border conflict?" Fan Zui asked, seemingly struck by a thought.

Fan Qingyi was taken aback, probably not expecting that this prince would be so quick-witted.

I could guess what it was just from a few words.

It seems he is indeed a cunning and scheming person.

"The excuse for sending troops is absurd, but it's just that the Empress is nearing the end of her life and wants to see the Marquis one last time before she dies."

Even Fan Qingyi herself found the reason somewhat absurd.

Fan Zui: "..."

Can you do this?

This reason is indeed absurd.

Before long, they arrived at the study.

The snow outside has been cleared away, and the place looks brand new.

In the nooks and crannies, traces of melted snow can still be seen.

As you approach the house, a wave of warmth washes over you.

The charcoal fire inside was burning brightly.

The old man, who had lost all his cultivation, sat by the charcoal fire, wrapped in a thick cotton-padded coat, flipping through some book.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a golden bottle.

Old man, I knew I had misunderstood you!