Morgan Shangguan nodded, a gentle smile appearing on her face. "Yes! I've changed my mind!" Before the words had even faded, she kicked hard at the seemingly sturdy bed.
Crash—
The last bed in the Ghost King's Manor shattered into pieces, meeting its end.
Damien Gray was already standing beside Morgan, shaking his head regretfully. "Princess Consort, this bed was a gift from my father, Emperor Alexander! It's said to be made from rare medicinal wood, which is supposed to be good for my health." He sighed, then added, "Don't worry, Princess Consort. I won't let my father blame you. I'll tell him I broke it myself!"
Morgan frowned but didn't retort. Catching the faint medicinal scent, she shook her head sarcastically. She had thought Emperor Alexander was holding back against Damien out of guilt, but now she realized he was capable of such things!
The wood must have been soaked in medicinal liquid, but it wasn't medicine meant to help Damien's body!
This substance was more like a slow-acting poison. It wasn't lethal, but sleeping on such a bed over time would allow the toxins to seep into the body, corroding the meridians and making it impossible to cultivate inner power. The body would gradually weaken—no wonder Damien's act of illness was so convincing!
Even if Damien had only been pretending before, sleeping on this bed would make him truly ill!
Yet even so, Emperor Alexander still didn't trust him, always looking for a reason to get rid of Damien. It seems he truly cares about the prophecy of the Demon Child!
Damien gazed at Morgan for a long moment before finally asking, "Princess Consort, what do we do now?"
Morgan Shangguan snorted, "You made this mess, you deal with it!"
Sigh... Damien Gray gazed at the broken bed and sighed, "If I'd known the Princess Consort was so wild, I would have just had them smash the bed, not everything people can sleep on!"
Now, not only the beds but also the couches, bamboo mats, and lounge chairs in the Ghost King's Manor were all smashed.
Morgan rubbed her temples in frustration, trying to stay calm. "Damien Gray, what exactly do you want?" Was this man crazy? Why did he suddenly enjoy causing her trouble, even going so far as to smash beds?
Well, now no one in the Ghost King's Manor can sleep!
Damien Gray smiled gently. "Princess Consort, since you're bored anyway, just keep me company and play along!" His implication was that he was just bored, nothing more.
Play? Morgan smiled softly. "In that case, let me play, Prince Damien!" She certainly wasn't the masochistic type who enjoyed being toyed with.
The two exchanged glances, both smiling innocently. Neither spoke.
What Claire Yi saw was a moment of deep affection between the two. Sensing her presence, Morgan was the first to look away, snorting coldly as she walked past Claire Yi.
Damien Gray's lips curled into a fox-like smile, while Claire Yi, with her vivid imagination, completely misunderstood. To her, Morgan's cold snort was annoyance at being interrupted, and Damien's happy grin meant Morgan cared.
Jealousy gnawed at Claire Yi's heart, the pain making her face pale. Damien Gray didn't notice, since her face was swollen from his slap and now covered by a veil. Even if she hadn't worn it, he probably wouldn't have paid much attention.
"Senior brother..." After a while, Claire Yi softly asked, "What happened?"
Damien Gray spoke gently, "Sorry, all the beds in the Ghost King's Manor are broken. You'll have to bear with it." His calm demeanor made it seem as if nothing had happened, though anyone who'd seen him earlier would know he'd just slapped Claire Yi without mercy.
Claire Yi wanted to ask what had happened—why someone had suddenly rushed in and smashed all the beds, then disappeared—but in the end she said nothing, only murmured, "It's okay."
Lily Xia looked at Claire Yi, still harboring resentment toward Damien Gray but too afraid to show it. Clearly, the previous incident had left her shaken.
Ethan Gu finally caught up with Maxwell Jing, who'd been off wandering. With a serious face, he told him about Damien Gray's strange behavior.
Maxwell Jing listened, then slapped his thigh and laughed loudly. "It's the first time in history there's nowhere to sleep in the Ghost King's Manor! Prince Damien is amazing!" Suddenly, he froze and shouted, "No beds? Where will I sleep?"
Ethan Gu's temple twitched as he gritted his teeth. "Shouldn't you be wondering what's wrong with Prince Damien? You're still thinking about sleep?"
Maxwell Jing waved his folding fan nonchalantly. "Maybe Prince Damien has his eye on someone!"
"What?" Ethan Gu cried out in surprise.
Maxwell Jing couldn't help but dig at his ear, complaining, "Why are you shouting so loudly?"
Ethan Gu looked as if he might faint, stubbornly asking, "Are you sure Prince Damien really likes Morgan Shangguan? What now? If he loses his head, won't the beauty trap work? Why did he have to fall for a spy?"
Maxwell Jing frowned. "Not likely! It's hard enough for Prince Damien to like any woman, especially since he knows this one's a spy!"
Relieved, Ethan Gu couldn't help but yell, "Then please don't say such things! Are you trying to scare me to death?"
Maxwell Jing snorted, "I'm just saying, no one told you to believe me!"
Ethan Gu snorted coldly, saying grumpily, "Prince Damien said we're leaving the day after tomorrow!"
A hint of mischief flashed in Maxwell Jing's eyes as he smiled, "It should be interesting. I'm curious to see what kind of person the Cloud Guild Master is!"
Early the next morning, Morgan Shangguan was having breakfast when Claire Yi arrived uninvited.
Morgan looked at the veiled woman before her and said calmly, "Sit." She continued eating, not bothering to ask if Claire Yi had eaten. Judging by Claire's appearance, she didn't seem to have any appetite.