"Ah—"
The chamber was in disarray. Shattered porcelain from vases and teaware littered the floor, tables and chairs were overturned, and in their midst lay a naked figure. The young ladies from various households had never witnessed such a scene, and upon seeing the bare body, they cried out in shame and anger.
Witnessing this spectacle, Nan Zhaoyin's expression turned as dark as if it could drip water. He shouted at the servants, "What are you dawdling for? Hurry and rescue my young master!"
The servants trembled. Enduring Princess Huian's kicks and punches, they dragged Nan Yujin out and haphazardly wrapped clothes around him.
Hearing Nan Zhaoyin's roar, everyone paused in bewilderment.
The scene had been too chaotic, and the figure had its back to them, so they hadn't gotten a clear look at who it was. Only now did they realize that the naked person lying on the ground was none other than the young master of the Nan mansion, Nan Yujin.
This... Everyone had guessed the beginning and the process, but they had never guessed the male protagonist of this drama.
So, this matter wasn't orchestrated by Nan Zhaoyin?
It was... the two outside?
Everyone was stunned, but not a single person dared to show an excess expression. They could not get involved in the conflicts between these powerful figures!
"I'll kill you!"
Huian broke free from the palace maids' restraint, grabbed a porcelain shard from a broken vase, and charged madly at Nan Yujin.
"Seventh Prince!"
Nan Zhaoyin turned his head, looking at Yu Chengxuan.
"Why does Prime Minister Nan call me? Forcing your son to commit such a sordid act, do you expect me to stop my Imperial Sister?" Yu Chengxuan's expression grew somber, his killing intent so palpable it seemed to cast a shadow around him, like a beast king awakening from slumber, exuding inviolable dominance and bloodlust.
"Indeed. If you ask me, the Princess should just kill this shameless wretch."
Nan Yujin was no longer exposed. Ji Jinmo finally stopped obstructing Nan Shiying. Nan Shiying, understanding his intention, couldn't help but glare at him. This dog of a man was so stingy!
Now, seeing Huian's intent to kill Nan Yujin, she couldn't resist adding fuel to the fire. After all, Nan Zhaoyin wouldn't let Nan Yujin die, and Yu Chengxuan wouldn't truly let Huian kill Nan Yujin.
Nan Zhaoyin turned to look at Nan Shiying, his expression shifting repeatedly, the anger on his face appearing and then being suppressed, nearly losing control of his emotions. He took a deep breath, his teeth grinding audibly. "Princess Consort!"
These four words were squeezed out from between his teeth as if chewed and shattered, then spat out fiercely.
As Nan Zhaoyin confronted Nan Shiying, Huian collided with the servants of the Nan mansion. Though meant to restrain her, the Nan servants dared not truly fight back against her. The vase shard slashing down directly cut open a servant's head. The maids, holding onto Huian's waist, endured her curses and struggles, refusing to let go. Only then did they manage to hold Huian back, preventing her from getting near Nan Yujin.
"Why does the Prime Minister call me?"
Nan Shiying ignored the cold glint in Nan Zhaoyin's eyes and the implied threat in his voice. The corner of her mouth curved upwards, her smile radiant as she inquired.
As if truly unaware of why Nan Zhaoyin was calling her.
Everyone instinctively shivered, feeling that the smiling Nan Shiying was even more terrifying than the demon-like Princess Huian at this moment.
Huian's hair cascaded down her back, her beautiful eyes as if bloodshot, veins protruding, her features contorted and savage. The hatred in her eyes was layered, and just looking at her instilled an irrepressible fear.