Sìtú Mò, sensing the other party's intention to escape, appeared somewhat angered.
Soon, however, a meaningful smile spread across her face.
As the corners of her mouth turned up, her prominent cheekbones and excess flesh pushed upwards, quickly narrowing her eyes to mere slits.
To the Eighth Prince, this was no different from witnessing a horror story.
Then, under his terrified gaze, Sìtú Mò pulled out a talisman from her embrace and threw it at him.
This item was something Sìtú Mò had acquired at great expense. She had initially thought she would never use it in this lifetime, but it had been put to use so quickly.
The Eighth Prince soon felt a sensation of heat and, sensing the changes occurring in his body, his expression drastically altered.
Sìtú Mò then spoke with a taunting tone:
"Your Highness, this subject would not dare force you. All of this is of your own free will."
The Eighth Prince's mind was still clear, and upon hearing these words, he immediately understood the other party's intentions, inwardly cursing her as "despicable."
Seeing the flush on his face, Sìtú Mò felt increasingly pleased.
She planned to untie him once he completely lost control.
Imagining him groveling at her feet begging for intimacy, Sìtú Mò let out a lewd laugh.
*Bang—*
Sìtú Mò felt a sharp pain at the back of her head, then her vision went black, and she collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Niàn Jiāojiāo felt the ground tremble as the other person's large body fell, and she frowned, disdainfully kicking the fallen Sìtú Mò a few times.
Previously, when exorcising a demon, she had used the poem "Lù mànmàn qí yuǎn xī, wú jiāng shàng xià ér qiú suǒ" to track the location of the Face-Stealing Demon. At that time, she had experienced how effective this poem was.
Thus, she had inscribed the same poem onto her new bone fan.
And now, it had come into use.
Holding the Eighth Prince's hem, she quickly tracked him to this spot.
Because Niàn Jiāojiāo was facing the Eighth Prince with her back to the moonlight, he could not see her face clearly. He still had some lucidity left and did not know if the newcomer was here to save him or...
The Eighth Prince looked at the approaching figure with a hint of pleading in his eyes.
Niàn Jiāojiāo squatted down, tore away the cloth from his mouth, and asked:
"Your Highness, did this villain drug you?"
Her simple question clearly indicated her stance, and the Eighth Prince immediately felt much more at ease.
Before he could even answer, the other party had already untied the cloth binding his hands and feet.
"Yes, he... he used... lustful... poems on me."
Although it was difficult to say, the Eighth Prince still uttered it.
Niàn Jiāojiāo was taken aback.
Can poems be used like this?
Would aphrodisiacs still have sales?
As Niàn Jiāojiāo fell into thought, the Eighth Prince was on the verge of completely losing control. His clothes were somewhat disheveled from his own struggles, and Niàn Jiāojiāo could see his fair chest.
Seeing this beautiful sight, Niàn Jiāojiāo's breath hitched.
This Eighth Prince's appearance was almost exactly to her aesthetic taste, and being tempted like this, she wished she could transform into a female wolf...
Niàn Jiāojiāo forced herself to look away, desperately trying to think of a way to calm him down.
Soon, her eyes lit up, and she took out a white jade brush with a golden-blue cloisonné phoenix pattern from her embrace.
Although this brush was merely an artifact of the "Spirit Evocation Realm," it conveniently allowed for writing in the air without the need for ink.
Niàn Jiāojiāo wrote:
"When the heart is calm, sounds fade; within it, there is no past or present."
The energy of this poem acted upon the Eighth Prince, and he quickly regained his senses.
"This... I."
Sensing his disheveled state, the Eighth Prince immediately pulled his clothes together and looked at Niàn Jiāojiāo defensively.
Niàn Jiāojiāo said helplessly:
"Eighth Prince, you were affected earlier. I only just managed to sober you up with a poem."
Hearing this, the Eighth Prince's face flushed. He stood up and thanked Niàn Jiāojiāo:
"Thank you for saving my life."
If Sìtú Mò, that villain, had succeeded today, he would not have wished to live any longer.
Niàn Jiāojiāo asked:
"Then, Your Highness, how do you plan to deal with her?"
The Eighth Prince looked troubled upon hearing this.
He naturally wanted to kill her, but within the palace, it would likely be discovered quickly. Moreover, he did not want to implicate anyone else.
But if he were to report it to the Empress Mother, the matter of him being molested would be exposed, and his reputation...
As if sensing his indecision, Niàn Jiāojiāo offered a suggestion:
"Your Highness, why don't we use the enemy's own methods against them?"
The Eighth Prince blinked in surprise, then understood. He said with some embarrassment:
"You, you mean use that poem on her too?"
Niàn Jiāojiāo nodded.
"This is also a method."
With the Eighth Prince's agreement, Niàn Jiāojiāo took out her brush and began to write profusely.
The lustful poems in her mind were almost exhausted, and they had all been used on him. She was suddenly very curious as to what the effect would be.
But it was not suitable for her and the Eighth Prince to remain here any longer, so she said:
"Your Highness, let's go."
Unexpectedly, after she finished speaking, the Eighth Prince took a few steps back.
He looked at the shadowy figure in disbelief.
Who was this person, and how, how did they know so many... such poems?
These poems made him wish he could find a hole to crawl into.