Inside the study, Damien Gray looked at the person before him—whose breathtaking beauty was concealed but whose alluring aura still shone through—and asked impatiently, "What are you doing here?"
Quentin Hua tutted, "Ghostmaster, you really have no heart. After so long apart, can't you be a little gentle with me?"
Damien Gray narrowed his eyes dangerously. Under his sharp gaze, Quentin Hua surrendered, sighing, "I'm only here out of kindness—to see if the Ghostmaster has done anything to betray the Cloud Guildmaster!"
Maxwell Jing twitched his lips and looked at Quentin Hua. "Don't tell me that Peony Elixir came from you and was given to Crown Prince Adrian!"
Quentin Hua flipped his hair with a flourish and replied unhurriedly, "I only gave it to him because it shares my surname..." He stopped mid-sentence, carefully watching Damien Gray's expression.
After all, the medicine was meant for him. Whether or not anything happened, Damien Gray would never let him off easily. Yet, surprisingly, Damien's face showed no anger—there was even a hint of a smile in his eyes.
Quentin Hua was a little shocked; this was truly out of character for Damien Gray!
Actually, he had only just learned that Crown Prince Adrian had used the medicine on Damien Gray. He’d given plenty of medicines to the crown prince, never bothering to ask what they were for. He only found out because the crown prince complained. Damien wasn’t seriously ill, but that was still an aphrodisiac! Before, it was no big deal, but now Damien had someone he cared about. If Damien accidentally betrayed his beloved and traced the medicine back to him, he’d die a miserable death. That’s why he came to confess—and to check on Damien.
Thinking of Morgan Shangguan, Damien Gray’s heart softened, but he grew even more impatient with Quentin Hua. He said bluntly, "You can leave now!"
Quentin Hua was so angry he shouted, "Damien Gray, I came to check on you! How can you be so heartless?"
Damien Gray ignored him completely and walked straight out of the study, leaving Quentin Hua so angry his fists clenched with a crackle.
Gu Yihan, silent until now, finally spoke. "Quentin, if you really need help, just ask—the sect master will definitely help you!" Quentin Hua's sudden appearance was clearly to help Crown Prince Adrian. Although Adrian was the crown prince, Gu Yihan didn’t think he was worth such loyalty. Yet Quentin had always stood by Adrian, which made no sense to him. He wondered if Quentin was being coerced.
Quentin Hua threw an arm around his shoulder, tears of gratitude in his eyes. "Little Hanhan, you really are the best to me!"
Gu Yihan's mouth twitched and he gritted his teeth, "Forget I said anything!"
Quentin Hua smiled, then suddenly whispered with a touch of melancholy, "I know Damien Gray’s capabilities, but some things..." He stopped mid-sentence and suddenly exclaimed, "Where did Maxwell Jing go?"
Gu Yihan looked up, only to realize that Maxwell Jing had disappeared at some point. Unconcerned, he said, "Maybe the prince sent him on an errand."
Quentin Hua patted his shoulder and laughed, "From now on, we’re enemies—don’t hold back!" Stroking his chin, he walked out, shaking his head and sighing, "To be the Ghostmaster’s enemy is truly an honor!"
Morgan Shangguan lay at the edge of the bath, thinking she should meet Prince Ethan tomorrow. Some things were better explained sooner rather than later.
Besides that, she sensed that beneath the calm surface of the martial world, trouble was brewing. There were still no clues about the poisoning of the Rakshasa Palace Master, which felt increasingly strange. And Quentin Hua—what role was he really playing? She’d meant to ask Damien Gray last time, but he’d distracted her and she’d forgotten.
She couldn’t help but sigh. Where there are people, there’s trouble. For now, she didn’t want to think about it. Changing position, she quietly closed her eyes—she only meant to rest, but accidentally fell asleep.
Morgan Shangguan woke up feeling stifled, and the first thing she saw was Damien Gray’s burning gaze—wild, domineering, impossible to resist. Seeing his handsome face so close, she quickly came to her senses, pushed him away, and gasped, "Are you trying to suffocate me?" She felt a bit frustrated; why couldn’t she sense him approaching anymore?
"Mo'er..." Damien Gray’s voice was hoarse. Morgan realized they were both naked—she was no longer in the bath, but on the bed.
Frowning, Morgan asked suspiciously, "Did you really not drug me?"
Damien Gray sighed helplessly. "I really didn’t."
"Oh." Morgan nodded. It felt strange to have slept so deeply, but since he said he hadn’t drugged her, she didn’t bother thinking about it.
She looked up at the flames flickering in Damien Gray’s eyes, knowing there was no escaping this time. Truthfully, she didn’t mind his touch—in fact, she liked having him close.
Morgan smiled softly, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him lightly on the lips—a silent consent.
With her permission, Damien Gray kissed her again. Morgan held him close, responding without reservation. Only when she was breathless did Damien finally release her lips.
Morgan gasped for air, her eyes misty. She looked up at the man above her; Damien Gray gazed down, his eyes darkening as he murmured, "Mo'er, it’s a good thing only I get to see you like this."
At his words, Morgan raised her brows. She had no idea what she looked like now, but the once-cool, detached woman was now touched by passion, her allure deepening into something almost supernatural—seductive, irresistible.
Damien Gray gently caressed her cheek and softly called, "Mo'er..." His eyes held a question.
Morgan caught her breath and teased, "Only now does the prince ask for my permission? You didn’t seem to care before when you took liberties with me. Now you’re afraid I’ll regret it?"
Damien Gray pressed his forehead to hers, a little dissatisfied and aggrieved. "Princess Consort, you still haven’t said you love me!"