Joy of Life: Me, the Second Prince? Summon Yuan Tiangang!

Inside the warm pavilion, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, and the feeling of spring was growing stronger.

Si Lili's red lips, like burning flames, pressed tightly against Li Chengze's lips with a desperate and alluring quality.

Her arms were wrapped around the man's neck, her body so supple it seemed boneless, as she displayed her most beautiful side to the prince who was at the center of the storm.

Li Chengze did not refuse. He narrowed his eyes, which always held a hint of laziness and calculation, and felt the rapid heartbeat and warm breath of the beauty in his arms.

His hand remained on her long, fair thigh, the touch of his fingertips as delicate as silk through the thin crimson gauze dress.

Li Chengze's breathing gradually became heavy, and a hint of primal male desire began to surface in his originally calm eyes.

He applied a little force, pressing Si Lili even closer to his chest, while his other hand slowly moved upwards along her back, his fingertips untying the ties at the back of her gauze dress.

Si Lili let out a very soft moan, her body trembling slightly, yet she responded even more actively to his movements.

She knew that on this night when her entire family could be executed at any moment, the only person she could rely on was the man before her. And the only thing she could give was herself.

Just as the enchanting atmosphere was about to reach its peak, and their breaths were completely intertwined—

"Bang!"

A deafening roar suddenly shattered the silence, and the ornate, heavy wooden door of the warm pavilion was violently kicked open from the outside!

The two wooden doors slammed against the wall with a painful groan, sending splinters flying.

The howling night wind outside, carrying the chill of early spring and the intense atmosphere of death, instantly poured into the warm, cozy room, shattering the lingering sandalwood incense.

With that loud bang, three figures strode across the threshold.

Leading the way was a young eunuch dressed in the attire of a palace eunuch.

He held a roll of bright yellow silk in his hands, his chin held high, his nostrils pointing to the sky, his face filled with arrogant arrogance.

Behind the arrogant young eunuch followed two fully armed Imperial Guards. Their hands were on their sword hilts, their eyes were wary, and they exuded the bloody aura unique to battle-hardened veterans.

"Second Prince! His Majesty has decreed that this servant..." The little eunuch's shrill and piercing voice echoed in the warm pavilion, carrying a condescending tone of judgment.

However, his words were cut short as if an invisible hand had gripped his neck, bringing him to an abrupt halt.

Because he saw the scene inside the warm pavilion.

He had expected to see a destitute prince, living in constant fear and begging for mercy on his knees, but what he saw instead was a scene so erotic and so outrageous.

Li Chengze remained seated on the cushioned chair, holding Si Lili, whose clothes were half-undone and whose cleavage was partially exposed, in his arms.

Disturbed of his mood, Li Chengze did not panic and push the woman away as the eunuch had expected, nor did he kneel down to receive the imperial decree.

He didn't even release Si Lili immediately; he simply turned his head slightly and looked at the three uninvited guests at the door.

In that instant, the temperature inside the warm pavilion seemed to plummet to freezing point.

The two guards immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look at them.

Li Chengze's eyes changed.

If just a moment ago his eyes held a languid springtime charm and a cynical smile, now, the plot is heating up: Update, come and see! In those dark eyes, only one thing remains—pure, chilling coldness.

It was a cold-blooded indifference to life, a rage born from being provoked, and an inviolable majesty belonging to the imperial family.

The arrogance on the little eunuch's face froze, and he suddenly felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He opened his mouth, wanting to finish his sentence, wanting to invoke Emperor Qing to suppress the other party, but only meaningless "clucking" sounds came out of his throat.

Li Chengze remained silent.

He gently and slowly laid the trembling Si Lili down from his arms. He even pulled up her slipped gauze skirt to cover her snow-white skin.

Then he stood up.

He was still only wearing that loose, moon-white robe, his bare feet resting on the soft Persian carpet. He didn't look at the little eunuch, nor at the two soldiers who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.

He simply turned around and walked towards a row of weapon racks on the side of the warm pavilion.

There, lying quietly, was a sword. A long sword that had not yet been drawn, yet already exuded a chilling sword aura.

The two soldiers following behind had spent years in the military, and their sense of danger far surpassed that of ordinary people.

The moment Li Chengze stood up, the hairs on their bodies stood on end, and a strong sense of impending death enveloped them.

"Your Highness! What are you doing?!" one of the soldiers shouted sharply, drawing his sword with a clang.

Li Chengze paid no heed. His hand gripped the hilt of his sword.

"Zheng—"

A crisp and resonant sword cry instantly shattered the deathly silence within the warm pavilion!

There were no unnecessary movements, no fancy sword techniques.

Li Chengze drew his sword, turned around, and swung it. All the movements were completed in one smooth motion in an instant, so fast that they were beyond the limits of what the naked eye could perceive.

A dazzling sword light, as cold and desolate as the moon, suddenly shone in the dim light of the warm pavilion, cleaving through the barrier of space like a bolt of lightning.

The little eunuch hadn't even finished blinking, and the terror in his eyes hadn't fully manifested yet.

"laugh!"

A very faint, muffled sound, like a sharp blade slicing through flesh.

The sword light faded.

Li Chengze had returned to his original position, as if he had never moved. The long sword in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground, and on the tip of the sword, a drop of bright red blood was slowly gathering, and then with a "plop," it dripped onto the expensive Persian carpet, like a blooming red plum blossom.

Inside the warm pavilion, there was a deathly silence.

The arrogant little eunuch remained standing in the same spot, still holding the imperial edict.

However, the next second.

A thin red line suddenly appeared from his neck.

Immediately afterwards, the red line expanded rapidly, and blood gushed out from his neck like a fountain, instantly staining his palace robes and the rolled-up bright yellow silk.

His head, washed by blood, slowly tilted back, finally rolling off his neck with a "thud" and hitting the floor with a dull thud that made your teeth ache.

One sword, and he's beheaded!

The headless corpse swayed, then collapsed with a crash, and crimson blood quickly spread across the ground, the pungent smell of blood instantly masking the original sandalwood fragrance.