The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

The gale, like an invisible giant hand, frantically tore at the tree canopy outside Zhaoyang Palace.

The howling wind pierced through the deep palace walls, like the mournful wails of thousands of vengeful ghosts in the darkness.

The thick, dark clouds, like thick, unyielding ink, swallowed the pale moonlight in the night sky.

In the pitch black, a dark shadow appeared on the glazed tiles of Zhaoyang Palace, like a drop of ink blending into the night.

The windows of Zhaoyang Hall, carved from the finest sandalwood, had their latches quietly pried open from the outside.

The shadowy figure, like a supple, boneless venomous snake, glided lightly into the Crown Princess's bedchamber through the half-open window.

A strong, cold wind, carrying the pungent smell of blood and decay, filled the warm and luxurious hall.

By the faint glow of the luminous pearls inside the hall, the true face of the visitor was vaguely revealed in the darkness.

Beneath the blue-faced, fanged mask of a prajna, his narrow, upturned eyes were devoid of warmth.

Endless cruelty and violence spread across his eyes.

He is Su Jin, the Crown Prince of the Great Yuan Kingdom, who strikes fear into the hearts of neighboring kingdoms.

According to legend, he volunteered to go to the border military camps where corpses littered the fields when he was ten years old.

At the age of sixteen, he single-handedly charged into the enemy ranks, slaughtered three enemy cities, and built a nauseating mound of enemy generals' heads.

Throughout the entire Da Yuan Kingdom, Su Jin's name was synonymous with the living Yama.

He was naturally suspicious, moody, and psychologically twisted.

His favorite thing to do was to use the finest knife to peel the skin off the living person who displeased him, leaving it intact.

Then, they would make human skin lanterns by hand and hang them high under the eaves of the East Palace, admiring their swaying posture in the wind.

Today, this living Yama has secretly returned to Beijing.

He didn't even pay his respects to his father, the emperor. As soon as he returned to the palace, he went straight to Zhaoyang Palace.

Because he heard that his tyrannical father had actually picked up a bastard from the filthy underground black market.

Not only did she recognize him as her own daughter, but she also bestowed upon him the title of Crown Princess!

For the sake of this wild girl, even Consort Jing, who was in charge of the harem, was placed under house arrest.

This made Su Jin feel extremely irritated.

Enraged by the invasion of his territory.

What he hates most is that someone is sharing the power and attention that belong to the Daeyu royal family.

Even if she was his "own sister".

Su Jin stood by the window, turned around and slammed the window shut, the heavy iron and wooden bolt slamming down.

"Click, click."

The sound of the lock clicking shut was particularly crisp and eerie in the silent hall.

He wanted to seal off the main hall, turning it into a secret chamber where no one could call out to heaven or earth.

Su Jin turned around and strolled leisurely, stepping on the scattered gold and silver jewels on the ground, walking step by step into the depths of the main hall.

Looking at the room filled with tacky gold light, a disdainful sneer curled at the corner of his mouth beneath his mask.

What a greedy, foolish, and petty scoundrel.

Did they think that with the Emperor's favor and these pieces of junk, they could survive in the cannibalistic palace?

Tonight, he will personally teach this arrogant younger sister a lesson about the rules of the Great Yuan royal family.

He wanted to turn her into a new prey he could play with until she died.

Su Jin stopped in front of the golden nanmu canopy bed.

Through layers of sheer curtains, he saw the small bulge on the bed.

Su Yaoyao lay sprawled among a pile of banknotes, completely unaware of her surroundings.

He rolled over contentedly and smacked his lips.

Looking at that innocent sleeping face, the savagery in Su Jin's eyes burned even more fiercely.

What he liked most was watching these vibrant, hopeful lives being tortured little by little in his hands.

Watching them break down in fear, begging for mercy and weeping bitterly.

The thrill of controlling other people's lives and deaths was more addictive to him than any poison.

"Zheng".

A dangerous metallic scraping sound rang out beside the bed.

Su Jin raised his right hand.

He drew out a strangely shaped dagger with a wavy blade from his wide, dark robe.

The dagger had been soaked in venom for countless days and nights; the blade no longer reflected light, and was surrounded by a chilling, eerie blue venomous gas.

Su Jin bent down, reeking of blood, and approached the sleeping Su Yaoyao.

He reached out his pale, bloodless hand and gently lifted the corner of the blanket around Su Yaoyao's neck.

The cold, poisoned dagger was pressed against the skin of Su Yaoyao's major artery.

The icy touch, mixed with the chill of a deadly poison, seeped into the bloodstream through the skin.

With just a flick of his wrist, the poisoned blade would slice through his vulnerable throat.

When the poison takes effect, her body will fester and she will die with a piercing scream.

But Su Jin didn't intend to end the game so simply.

Prey that dies too quickly becomes boring.

With a magical flourish, his left hand produced an exquisite white jade wine cup.

The wine glass was filled with a thick, ink-black liquid.

Strange black bubbles kept rising from the surface of the liquid.

"Gurgle... gurgle..."

The bubbles burst open, releasing a strange, cloyingly sweet aroma.

This is the most potent and rare poison, the Thousand Intestine Powder.

Those who drink this wine will have their intestines ruptured and their bones twisted and broken inch by inch.

Finally, the whole person will be connected end to end, painfully curled into a circle, and will wail in agony for three days and three nights before finally dying.

This is the gift he prepared for his new sister.

Su Jin looked down at the little girl on the bed.

Imagine her reaction next.

She would be jolted awake by the cold blade against her neck.

I saw a mask that looked like a demon.

I smelled the sweet fragrance of the poisonous wine that could kill.

Then, those beautiful eyes will widen in intense fear.

She would tremble all over, tears streaming down her face, and cry out in anguish, begging for mercy.

Thinking of this, Su Jin let out a low, chilling laugh.

"Sweet little sister, wake up."

Su Jin's voice was chilling and piercing, like a cold wind blowing from the depths of the Netherworld, devoid of any warmth.

He held the cup of poisoned wine, which was emitting black smoke, to Su Yaoyao's lips.

The rim of the poisoned wine touched her soft lips.

"Drink it."

Su Jin's tone was gentle, like coaxing a baby to sleep, but the murderous intent in his words was enough to freeze the air.

"I assure you, this cup of wine will ensure you die without any pain."

Quiet.

A deathly silence fell over the canopy bed.

Su Jin waited patiently.

Waiting for the prey's scream upon waking, waiting for the beautiful expression of desperate pleading.

Time stood still.

Finally, the little girl on the bed moved.

Su Yaoyao's eyelashes trembled twice.

She slowly opened her clear, peach-blossom eyes.

Not to mention screaming or trembling, Su Yaoyao didn't even shed a single tear of fear.

She lay quietly, her gaze calm, sweeping over the dagger held to her neck.

Then his gaze swept over Su Jin's blue-faced, fanged mask.

Finally, his gaze fell on the black poisoned wine at his lips.

Su Yaoyao frowned.

His gaze was complex, as if he were looking at a hopeless idiot, staring at Su Jin.

The ruthless and murderous Crown Prince was completely dumbfounded.

What kind of reaction is that?

Were you scared out of your wits?

You've even forgotten how to cry?

Just as Su Jin was filled with doubt, holding the dagger, preparing to draw some blood from Su Yaoyao to help her regain her senses.

A sudden change occurred.

Su Yaoyao, who had been lying still, stretched out her little hand.

It was incredibly fast, like lightning.

With a "whoosh"!

Su Yaoyao snatched the white jade wine cup from Su Jin's hand!

The action was rough, and a few drops of the poisoned wine spilled from the glass, splashing onto the expensive ferret carpet and burning several black holes.

Su Jin was stunned.

He had roamed the martial world for so many years, slaughtering cities and killing people, and he had never seen anyone actively steal poison.

Is this because he knew he was going to die, so he was in a hurry to leave?

After Su Yaoyao snatched the poisoned wine, she did not drink it all in despair as Su Jin had imagined.

With a disgusted wrinkle of her little nose, she placed the poisoned wine under her nose.

I smelled it hard, like I was examining trash.

Then, a deafening, utterly contemptuous voice exploded in Su Jin's mind!

That's it?!

[They actually dared to use this stuff as poison to kill people?!]

[The purity is way too low! There are so many impurities; it's obviously a low-quality, substandard product made using rudimentary methods!]

[How could a prince like you use such outdated biological weapons?]

[It contains at least a dozen types of incompletely reacted plant fibers and heavy metal impurities.]

Drinking this kind of garbage won't exactly cause your intestines to rot; at most, it'll just cause gastrointestinal upset and three days of diarrhea in the outhouse!

[Alas, ancient toxicology was so backward and disappointing!]

Su Jin's face, adorned with the Prajna mask, was as stiff as stone.

The pupils beneath the mask contracted sharply upon hearing these thoughts…