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

When Princess Anle said this, there was a hint of concern in her tone that she herself was unaware of.

She didn't want to admit it, but she really didn't want to see this lackey punished by her father.

No, that's not right.

She just wanted to see him beg her.

Yes, that's it.

Li Fan looked at her stubborn and awkward appearance, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"No need, our family can get through this without your help."

Princess Anle was taken aback, wondering where this little eunuch got his confidence from.

"Are...are you sure?"

"Sure."

Princess Anle narrowed her peach blossom eyes slightly, a hint of curiosity and disbelief flashing across them.

"Fine, since you won't beg me, then this princess will see how you get through this!"

She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, looking like she was watching a good show.

But she soon realized a problem: she was now in the Eastern Depot's prison, and neither could she leave nor stay...

Li Fan smiled as he watched her lean against the wall, refusing to leave.

Then, he walked to the chair next to him and plopped down on it.

He crossed his legs, stretched, and looked relaxed and carefree.

"Princess, since you're just killing time anyway, come here and give me a leg massage."

Princess Anle's expression changed instantly.

"What did you say?"

Her voice rose a few decibels, tinged with disbelief.

"You lowly servant, having a princess massage your legs?"

"Pah! You're dreaming!"

Her tone was firm and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.

Li Fan remained calm despite her furious expression.

He glanced down at the still-smoking branding iron in the brazier, and said in a calm tone:

"If the princess doesn't come and massage her legs, then we'll have no choice but to use a branding iron to brand a mark on her body."

Princess Anle's face stiffened.

Her gaze involuntarily fell on the branding iron.

She still vividly remembers the feeling she had just experienced in front of her face.

If that branding iron lands on...

Princess Anle trembled and instinctively took a step back.

"You...you dare?"

"If you don't believe me, you can try it."

Princess Anle gritted her teeth, staring intently at his ambiguous, half-smiling face.

She wanted to curse.

I want to fight.

I want to twist this lackey's head off.

But she knew that this madman was truly capable of anything.

He just proved that on his face.

Princess Anle's lips trembled slightly, and her fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

In the end, she walked over in humiliation.

One step, two steps, three steps.

She walked up to Li Fan, squatted down, and placed her fair and slender hands on his calves.

"A little heavier."

Li Fan closed his eyes, speaking casually as if he were directing a maid.

Princess Anle gritted her teeth and began to pound his legs repeatedly.

The force was neither too light nor too heavy, but each punch carried her suppressed anger and humiliation to the extreme.

A princess.

His Majesty's most beloved daughter.

A ruthless woman who kills without blinking an eye.

At that moment, she squatted down at the feet of a eunuch and massaged his legs.

If this scene were seen by outsiders...

Princess Anle dared not even think about it.

Her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and her eyes welled up with tears.

But she bit her lip, stubbornly holding back her tears.

Li Fan closed his eyes, enjoying the princess's "service".

A faint smile played at the corners of his lips.

At the end of the corridor.

Chen Tie hid behind a pillar and secretly peeked in their direction.

Although he had stepped down, he was still worried about the admiral being alone with Princess Anle.

What if that crazy princess does something outrageous?

But when he saw that scene, he was completely dumbfounded.

Princess Anle is squatting at the Admiral's feet, massaging his legs?!

Chen Tie's mouth was wide open, big enough to fit an egg.

He's lived for over twenty years, what storms hasn't he weathered?

But he never even dared to dream of such a scene.

"Admiral, how did you manage to do that?"

He murmured to himself, a surge of indescribable admiration and awe welling up within him.

Then, he quietly retreated, pretending he hadn't seen anything.

There are some things that are not for him to see.

If you see this, you'll lose your head.

……

The Eastern Depot, Feng Bao's duty room.

Zhao Fu stumbled and scrambled in, his expression incredibly interesting.

There was shock, excitement, and a sense of satisfaction that a great grudge was about to be avenged.

"Master Supervisor! Master Supervisor! Great news! Great news indeed!"

Feng Bao was sitting in the armchair with his eyes closed, resting when he was startled by the shout and suddenly opened his eyes.

"What's the big deal? Why are you making such a fuss?"

Zhao Fu was so excited that he was incoherent, gesturing wildly with his hands and feet.

"Gao Jin led his men to Princess Jincheng's residence today and arrested Sun Jizong!"

"The man is now imprisoned in the Eastern Depot's jail, while Princess Jincheng has gone to the palace to see His Majesty!"

Feng Bao was taken aback.

Hahahaha!

He suddenly sprang up from the armchair, letting out a sharp, piercing laugh.

His eyes narrowed to slits, and his thin, long face was filled with undisguised excitement and ecstasy.

"He's gone mad! He's really gone mad!"

"Hahahaha! Ko Chun, Ko Chun, you're finally going to die!"

Zhao Fu nodded repeatedly, his face full of schadenfreude.

"The Supervisor is right! This Gao Jin is far too arrogant!"

"Yesterday Xu Biao was killed, the day before Cao Mo was killed, and today the imperial son-in-law was captured..."

"Who does he think he is? The emperor of the Eastern Depot?"

"He's digging his own grave! He's digging his own grave!"

After laughing enough, Feng Bao took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"Zhao Fu, let's go, we're going to the jail right now."

"Gao Jin is going to die, but he's not going to die yet."

"His Majesty has not yet issued the decree; Princess Jincheng is still on her way to the palace."

"Before that, we need to do one thing."

He paused, then said, word by word:

"Go and protect the prince consort."

Zhao Fu's eyes lit up.

"What the Grand Eunuch means is..."

Feng Bao sneered, his voice sinister, like a snake flicking its tongue in the dark.

"Think about it, Gao Jin arrested the prince consort and imprisoned him in the Eastern Depot prison."

Princess Jincheng went to the palace to complain, and His Majesty was furious.

"At that time, Gao Jin will surely be punished by His Majesty."

"But the prince consort is still locked up in the Eastern Depot prison."

"If at this time, our family could step in, release the prince consort from prison, and take good care of him..."

His smile grew increasingly sinister.

"What will Princess Jincheng think of our family?"

"She will be grateful to our family."

"She will think that our Feng Bao is a sensible person."

"At that time, not only can we use His Majesty's hand to get rid of Gao Jin, but we can also take the opportunity to curry favor with Princess Jincheng."

"Killing two birds with one stone, why not?"

Zhao Fu was stunned after hearing this.

Looking at Feng Bao's sinister face, he felt an indescribable sense of admiration.

The supervisor's move was truly brilliant.