Maxwell Jing was in no hurry at all. With the prince so furious, he was bound to take his time with the game—Maxwell could sit back and enjoy the show!
Morgan Shangguan patted the wolf claw at her waist and had to remind them, "Focus on the main issue!"
Hearing this, Damien Gray looked at Claire Yi, his mood instantly turning gloomy again. "Love me?" He raised his brow coldly, clearly unconvinced. "And how do you prove it?"
Seeing Damien Gray's skeptical expression, Claire Yi stood up anxiously and blurted, "Senior brother, I really love you!" She had loved him for twelve whole years—how could he just dismiss her feelings like that?
Damien Gray's gaze fell on Morgan Shangguan's neck, taking in the faint marks there. His lips curled in amusement, but his voice was cold as he asked, "Then how will you prove it?"
"I..." Claire Yi was stunned, twisting her sleeves in confusion. How could she prove it? For a moment, she had no idea, but after a while, as if something occurred to her, she bit her lip and—with a look of utter resolve—slowly reached to untie her belt. Her clothes fell open at once.
Jing Moke almost wanted to burst out laughing. Was this woman mad or just foolish? Did she really think this could prove how much she loved Prince Damien? A hint of disdain flickered in his eyes—was she so lovesick that she'd lost her mind? All she ever thought about was this, and had she forgotten Jing Moke was even there? To undress like this, anyone who didn't know better would think she was a courtesan!
Morgan Shangguan hadn't expected Claire Yi to prove herself this way. She raised her brows, watching Claire, who was now down to just a dudou and underpants, her face bright red—indeed, a little seductive.
Morgan Shangguan glanced at Jing Moke, noticing only disdain in his eyes and no sign of being moved. Morgan's own gaze gained a touch of appreciation, and she decided not to remind Claire Yi that there was still a grown man behind her!
Seeing Damien Gray remain unmoved, Claire Yi bit her lip again, lifted her hand once more, and slowly removed all her clothes, standing there with her head hung low, her face now burning crimson.
Morgan Shangguan narrowed her eyes and sized her up for a moment.
She said innocently, "I just wanted to see if the Prince Consort could resist temptation!" She truly was curious. Even though she trusted Damien Gray's feelings for her, physiological reactions weren't always under control, were they?
But now she was sure—before she touched him, there was no reaction, but after she did, the response was a bit too much!
Jing Moke couldn't help but bare his teeth—Princess Consort really could drive people mad!
Damien Gray narrowed his eyes at Morgan Shangguan, his lips curving up with a wicked charm. "So, is the Princess Consort satisfied?"
Morgan Shangguan sighed, sounding somewhat disappointed. "It seems the Prince Consort can't resist temptation after all!"
Damien Gray lowered his head and bit her earlobe, whispering, "Absolutely!" If he didn't react to this, he'd be a corpse!
A smile appeared in Morgan Shangguan's eyes. She withdrew her hand and gently reminded, "Don't keep forgetting the main issue!"
Damien Gray said helplessly, "Isn't it all the Princess Consort's fault!" What he wanted most right now was to drag her to bed, but there was still business to attend to. He could only sigh in regret, taking a deep breath to calm his restless body.
Originally, Claire Yi didn't dare look at Damien Gray. But hearing their murmured conversation, she couldn't help but glance up, only to see the two of them flirting, with Damien Gray never once looking her way. She felt humiliated—she'd stripped bare, and Damien still wouldn't look at her, choosing instead to be intimate with Morgan Shangguan. The resentment burned inside her, and she yelled, "Morgan Shangguan, you witch! You're not worthy of Senior Brother! You only know how to seduce men—don't you have any shame?"
The ghostly aura around Damien Gray finally broke free, unable to be contained. Jing Moke's expression grew serious—he'd served Damien long enough to know that as the Ghost King, Damien never let that aura slip unless he was overwhelmed by anger or murderous intent.
Earlier, when Claire Yi called Morgan Shangguan a witch, Damien had already grown furious. Morgan managed to calm him just in time, preventing an outburst. But Claire was too foolish, provoking him again and again. Damien hadn't planned to let her off easily, and now it seemed her fate would be truly miserable.
Damien Gray shot Maxwell Jing a glance, and Maxwell instantly understood.
"Ah..." The next moment, a miserable scream rang out.
Jing Moke struck fast, hard, and precise. In the blink of an eye, Claire Yi had fainted, her limbs twisted in strange angles.
Damien Gray remained utterly unmoved, his voice devoid of emotion. "Wake her up."
Morgan Shangguan raised her brows, giving Jing Moke another look.
Morgan Shangguan raised her brows, giving Maxwell Jing another look.
Claire Yi let out a weak groan, her body twitching from pain. Tears slid down her pale cheeks, making her look pitiful. When she looked at Damien Gray, her gaze was unfamiliar, as if she didn't know him at all. She couldn't believe the man she'd loved so deeply could treat her so cruelly!
Her eyes landed on Morgan Shangguan, and—unfortunately—she saw the marks on Morgan's neck left from lovemaking. Hatred flared in her eyes, and she bit out, "Morgan Shangguan, it's all your fault, you witch! You're the one who bewitched Senior Brother!"
Senior Brother had always been gentle with her. It was all because of Morgan Shangguan—ever since she appeared, Senior Brother's attitude grew worse, and now he was even treating her so cruelly. The pain in her body was numbing, leaving only hatred in her heart.
Morgan Shangguan was unfazed by the hatred in her eyes. She'd never lacked people who hated her—if she cared about them all, she'd be exhausted. Shifting in Damien Gray's arms to find a more comfortable position, she glanced at Claire Yi and said softly, "You think I'm not worthy of him? Do you think you are?"
Before Claire Yi could speak, Morgan Shangguan sized her up again and sighed, "Just a wilted flower now."
Maxwell Jing couldn't help but bare his teeth—Princess Consort really could drive people mad!