After failing the imperial examination, he began to wield immense power after entering the palace!

"Tell me, how about I carve the word 'good' on your face?"

"Once you've finished carving, you'll really be a good boy."

Princess Anle's voice was sweet as honey, but the content was chilling.

only.

Li Fan glanced down at the red-hot branding iron, then looked up at Princess Anle's smug face.

"Princess."

His voice remained calm, so calm that it made Anle...

Are you sure you want to use this?

Princess Anle raised an eyebrow and proudly branded the iron in her hand.

"What? Scared?"

"If you're scared, kneel down and beg this princess. If I'm in a good mood, perhaps..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Li Fan moved as fast as lightning, rushing forward.

"Whoosh!"

Princess Anle felt a blur before her eyes and a numbness in her wrist.

By the time she realized what was happening, the branding iron in her hand had disappeared.

She looked down...

Li Fan held the branding iron in his hand, the red-hot tip still emitting blue smoke.

"you!"

Princess Anle exclaimed in surprise.

She felt a tightness around her waist, and was pulled forward by a tremendous force.

When she came to her senses, she was already being pressed down onto a torture table next to her.

His back was pressed against the cold wooden board, and his hands were firmly held above his head by Li Fan's hand.

With his other hand, he placed it on her shoulder, pinning her firmly to the table, making her unable to move.

That pose was incredibly suggestive!

Princess Anle was furious.

Her peach blossom eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

"How dare you pin this princess down on this filthy table! You're asking for death!"

"You scoundrel, release this princess!"

Li Fan looked down at her, a slight smile curving his lips.

"Princess, now it's the aliens' turn to attack and defend. It's your turn to beg for mercy from us."

"Let me think of a better way for you to beg for mercy."

Princess Anle's face instantly turned bright red.

Her cheeks turned red all the way down to her ears, and then from her ears down to her neck.

She struggled desperately, but her hands were held down tightly, her waist was pressed down by her knees, and her legs kicked wildly in the air, but she couldn't break free no matter what she did.

"You dog of a servant! Bah! I won't beg for mercy from you! Release this princess!"

"Do you even know what you're doing?!"

"If you dare touch a single hair on my head, I will tear you to pieces!"

Her voice was sharp and shrill, with a hint of trembling and panic.

But unlike before, that trembling wasn't entirely driven by anger.

There was also something... something she herself couldn't quite explain.

Looking at her flushed face, Li Fan's smile deepened.

"Princess, didn't you just want to have the word 'good' tattooed on your face?"

He glanced down at the branding iron in his hand; the red-hot tip was still emitting blue smoke.

"Now this branding iron is in our hands."

"What do you think, should we carve a word on the princess's face too?"

Princess Anle's pupils suddenly contracted.

"You...you dare!"

Her voice rose a few decibels, but it no longer carried the same confidence as before.

Li Fan remained silent.

He simply raised the branding iron slowly, the red-hot tip gradually approaching Princess Anle's face.

One inch.

Two inches.

Three inches.

The heat emanating from the branding iron made the hairs on Princess Anle's face stand on end.

She finally panicked.

"You...you mustn't..."

Her voice changed, from arrogant to trembling.

"Don't come any closer..."

The heat from the branding iron hit Princess Anle's face, causing the fine hairs on her face to curl slightly.

The bright red iron head was less than two inches from her cheek, reflecting her terrified face like a scalding hot mirror.

Li Fan looked down at her, then moved the branding iron away, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Then please, Princess, beg for mercy."

His voice was light and airy, as if he were inviting someone for tea.

Princess Anle's face went from red to white, and then back to red.

But this time, the red is not a shy red.

It's an angry red!

Her peach blossom eyes blazed with fire as she stared intently at Li Fan's face, which was so close to hers.

"You're dreaming!"

Her voice was sharp and piercing, carrying an unyielding stubbornness.

"I am His Majesty's most beloved princess! I am of imperial nobility!"

"You dog of a servant, a spineless eunuch, you expect me, the princess, to beg for mercy?"

"You're dreaming! You're dreaming!"

She became more and more excited as she spoke, her chest heaving violently, her two full breasts trembling incessantly through the thin fabric of her red dress.

"Come on! If you have the guts, put this branding iron on my face!"

"You dare touch it and see what happens?"

"If you touch it, Father will tear you to pieces!"

"Your mother will make sure you die a horrible death!"

"How could you possibly survive!"

She bet Li Fan wouldn't dare.

She bet that this lackey was just bluffing, just trying to scare her.

Otherwise, why did he take the soldering iron back?

He's just a eunuch, how dare he burn the face of a princess of the dynasty?

He wouldn't dare.

He absolutely wouldn't dare.

Li Fan looked at her crazy, provocative face and said nothing.

He simply smiled slightly.

Then the branding iron, slowly and deliberately, inch by inch, approached her face.

"hiss!"

Princess Anle's pupils suddenly contracted.

The heat wave hit her face, making her skin red and burning.

She smelled a burning smell, the smell of burnt hair.

A wisp of hair on his forehead touched the edge of the branding iron at some point.

That strand of jet-black hair instantly curled, turned yellow, and charred under the high temperature, finally turning into a wisp of black smoke.

This, this, ah!

"Sizzle sizzle..."

The smell of burning wafted through the air and entered her nose.

Princess Anle's expression changed completely at that moment.

She finally realized one thing: this lackey wasn't bluffing.

He really dares.

madman!

"Princess."

Li Fan's voice came down from above her head, unhurried, as if he were chatting casually with someone.

Do you know what a eunuch is?

He's a eunuch!

Princess Anle bit her lip, remaining silent and trembling all over.

Because she was a little afraid of angering the other party.

Li Fan continued, his tone unusually casual.

"A eunuch is someone who has been castrated."

"Without roots, without descendants, they are looked down upon and trampled underfoot."

"People like this are more or less psychologically twisted."

"Tell me, what do you think a psychologically twisted eunuch would do when he goes mad?"

He lowered his head and met Princess Anle's extremely frightened peach blossom eyes, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"If my family goes crazy, they might burn this beautiful face..."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

He sighed, his face full of regret.

"No miracle drug in this world can cure it."

"Scars will stay with you for life."

"Wherever I go, all people see is an ugly face."

"Princess, would you be willing to become an ugly monster?"