At this moment, Yinan was holding Irene Snow, the white-haired noblewoman, whispering sweet nothings—though there was no damn love between the two of them.
Irene Snow also despised him, but that didn’t stop them from finding pleasure in each other…
“Do you miss your daughter?” Yinan hooked his finger under Irene Snow’s chin, watching with great interest the troubled look in her eyes.
“Yes…” Irene Snow avoided Yinan’s burning gaze, turning her head. “But I can’t let myself think about her…”
Yinan took a strand of her snowy hair and held it to his nose, inhaling its scent. A look of intoxication mixed with mockery appeared on his face.
“Your hair really has a unique scent, just like you—so mysterious, impossible to see through.”
A chill ran through Irene Snow’s heart, but she could only grit her teeth and endure it. This man never missed a chance to toy with her emotions.
She hadn’t always been so emotionally volatile. She used to live in a warm family: a considerate husband, an obedient daughter, her world full of sunshine and love.
Back then, she was gentle and kind, her eyes always shining with hope and passion for life.
But everything changed the moment Karl appeared.
Human greed and cruelty had taken from her the people she cherished most. Ever since Yinan had set her world ablaze, hatred was all that remained within her—a soul swallowed by darkness, plotting revenge every second of every day.
Rationally, Yinan was also a human, also her enemy, but he was also the one she now depended on. Without this man, her life would be even more miserable.
Emotionally, this bastard brought her new thrills every night. Even though there was never any real love or affection between them, the pleasure sometimes left her a little intoxicated…
Irene Snow was in constant torment, torn between pain and struggle. She hated herself for betraying her late husband emotionally, and felt herself sinking ever deeper into shame…
At this very moment, she deliberately let a trickle of red wine slip from her lips, gliding slowly down her chin and leaving a crystalline trail along her pale neck before disappearing beneath her collar.
It was as if she was tempting Yinan to trace where that wine had vanished…
Seeing this, Yinan felt his whole body ignite—every cell roaring, screaming to devour Irene Snow completely!
But now was not the time. He could only down a large gulp of red wine, using the alcohol to strangle the desire burning in his veins…
Irene Snow was secretly amazed. This lust-driven bastard could actually hold himself back!?
She couldn’t understand it. Was she no longer able to attract Yinan?
Yinan rested his head on her lap, eyes half-closed, as if trying to calm the waves inside him.
“Not tonight…?” She gently caressed Yinan’s cheek, trying to gauge his thoughts from his reactions.
“Tonight… enemies are coming.” The man on her lap spoke slowly. “I don’t want to be interrupted halfway…”
All she could do was softly stroke his face. Here in the Isor Empire, he was her only refuge. If she lost him, some even more shameless noble would take her away. In recent days, she had witnessed enough of those vile nobles’ disgusting deeds…
Compared to them, Yinan could almost be considered a breath of fresh air… though this man was simply even more ruthless and heartless!
Philip led nearly a hundred deathsworn, slipping through the night like ghosts as they drew closer and closer to Yinan’s camp.
Tonight, they had only one goal: kill Yinan!
But… halfway through their infiltration, soldiers suddenly emerged all around and rained arrows down on them.
Philip’s heart sank. He hissed, “Take cover!”
Nearly a hundred deathsworn scattered in an instant, using their superb skills to dodge and seek shelter from the hail of arrows.
“Damn it, that bastard Yinan was prepared!” Philip gritted his teeth, rage and frustration filling his heart.
But as a third-tier knight, ordinary arrows couldn’t harm him. He bided his time, searching for an opportunity to assassinate Yinan…
But before he could get close, that bastard showed up himself!
Yinan now had his arm wrapped around Irene Snow’s waist. He loved flaunting his ice-cold beauty before his enemies, as if it let everyone see how victory was already in his grasp.
“Baruch’s people, are you?” Yinan tasted the tip of Irene Snow’s delicate finger. “You shouldn’t have come…”
His gaze slid past Irene Snow, locking straight onto Philip, full of disdain and mockery, as if Philip was nothing more than an insignificant ant.
Philip was thoroughly enraged by Yinan’s contempt. “You devil!”
He roared, swirling his longsword in a flurry before charging at Yinan like a tiger.
But halfway there, a foxwoman warrior clad in purple light armor blocked his way…
As luck would have it, Luo Ling was also a third-tier fighter, meaning Philip was doomed to fail tonight—or even die…
Luo Ling moved with graceful agility, her purple light armor gleaming mysteriously under the moonlight. The sword in her hand drew arcs both beautiful and deadly, each move meeting Philip’s greatsword with flawless precision.
“You want to harm my Lord?” Luo Ling unleashed several streaks of violet sword energy. “You’ll have to step over my corpse first!”
Philip’s face twisted. He swung his massive sword, colliding head-on with the swirling sword energy…
“You think you can stop me?” Philip roared, stamping the ground as he shot toward Luo Ling like a cannonball, his greatsword raised high, bearing down on her with unstoppable force.
“Isn’t it a lovely sight?” Yinan pulled Irene Snow closer into his embrace, the picture of a debauched monarch.
Irene Snow felt nothing at such scenes anymore—not since the moment Yinan abandoned her in front of Ron…
This bastard didn’t care about her life or death. Even if the enemy captured her, he wouldn’t play the hero to save her…
At this moment, she suddenly envied that forbidden love between Ron and Isabella…
At least they truly loved each other, willing to risk everything for one another! Just like she and her husband! Her husband had died saving her!
That was something worthy of song!
But it had all been destroyed by the demon at her side!
Yinan seemed to sense her thoughts. After all, this woman had spent many days and nights with him…
He was somewhat familiar with the changes in her mood.
And ever since he’d met Tiffany, his own emotions had become increasingly volatile!
He yanked Irene Snow in front of him, as if she were just an object, wearing a twisted smile…
“Unhappy? Remembering bad things? You weren’t like this before! Let me guess… Are you thinking about the moment I abandoned you?!”
“You think envying them will change anything? Ron and Isabella’s love? Or the love between you and your husband?!”
“Everything you are, every inch of you belongs to me. From the moment you met me, you were already mine! I might throw you away, but you’re not allowed to envy others…”
“That doesn’t belong to you!”
Yinan leaned in close to Irene Snow, his hot breath brushing her face. Every word, dripping with nauseating possessiveness, drilled into her ears.