Mo Qian’er gritted her teeth to refrain from screaming. Why? Why was this happening?“Your Highness, I don’t have Dragon Spirit Blood anymore.” She had to remind him that she was useless without Dragon Spirit Blood. Why was he still so obsessed with a slave?

It wasn’t like all the slaves in the crown prince’s residence were stuck there – some were given to noble families to foster ties.

But why was Lu Fenying unwilling to let her go?

Mo Qian’er felt unprecedented despair and grievance.

“Take back the Dragon Spirit Blood right now, or I’ll let you know how dangerous your existence is to Prince Zi and Princess Zi.” Lu Fenying raised his head and looked at her fiercely. “Perhaps you would like to see them implicated because of you?”

Mo Qian’er looked at him hatefully and bit her lip without saying anything.

She knew that she couldn’t defeat him.

He also knew that going all out against Prince Zi’s residence was a way; he might not win, but both sides would suffer.

Lu Fenying was someone who had dared to kill his mother without batting an eye.

That woman had died in front of Qian’er, and when she fell to the ground, she had glared at Qian’er with hatred.

Qian’er didn’t know why. Did the woman hate her for not saving her, or for some other reason? She didn’t know.

She had been scared back then, scared that Lu Fenying would have nightmares at night. It was also from then on that she started to fear Lu Fenying.

All her thoughts about him which she kept at the bottom of her heart disappeared.

If he said that he would deal with Prince Zi’s residence, he would. He was a renegade, and to be able to reach his current position, he had nothing to fear.

He had no weakness, except for Su Muwei.

That was right, there was also Su Muwei.

“If the crown prince attacks Prince Zi’s residence, there won’t be a good ending for Miss Su,” said Mo Qian’er.

“Then let’s see who surrenders first.” Lu Fenying took off her pants, pulled up his robe, and was about to thrust in.

Mo Qian’er cried out in fear and sat up. “Get lost!”

Caught off guard by Mo Qian’er’s sudden resistance, Lu Fenying was hit in the forehead. He fell back on the bed and glared at her. “Mo Qian’er, what you should do now isn’t to resist, but think of a way to obtain the greatest forgiveness.”

Mo Qian’er was about to get off the bed and run, when Lu Fenying grabbed her and pulled her back.

“I can always use the slave mark flute. I didn’t use it because I wanted to give you a chance to see that you will be treated better after this.”

Mo Qian’er screamed, “Let go of me! Let go of me! You demon! You’re a lunatic! Get lost!”

Lu Fenying kissed her roughly without any gentleness.

Mo Qian’er struggled, but it was useless. Fear surged up in her heart, and she felt like she was drowning in the ocean. There was no way out. The immense pressure suffocated her.

She cried out in fear, “No, no! Mother, why didn’t you save me? Why did you abandon me? I’m scared…”

Her voice trembled as she cried helplessly and pitifully.

Lu Fenying stopped and looked at Mo Qian’er in surprise.

She almost never cried in front of him. Even when she couldn’t hold back her tears, she never made a sound.