Chapter 6: A Doll and Her Revenge

"Keep dreaming about your seventh princess!" Wan Ou, despite sounding righteous, felt a secret joy bloom inside her. The pleasure she felt was intoxicating, even the pain from the lashes on her calf seemed to carry a twisted satisfaction.

Seeing her escape like a little pet, Dugu Lue made no move to chase her. Instead, he looked up at the sky, marveling at how tonight's stars shone brighter than ever before. With a pet, the hunt was the true enjoyment, and this little pet was destined to be his plaything. After all, she was the seventh princess, and she could only marry him.

"You're mine, little seventh," he murmured, watching her with a smile slowly spreading in his green eyes.

"Oh..." Wan Ou tilted her head and shot him a sideways glance. The show was just beginning, and she hid a smile, the kind that was dangerously close to causing internal injury. Proudly, she said, "Take your time and wait."

With that, she quickly turned and bolted away.

Dugu Lue watched her disappear into the distance, silently observing her every move. He slowly stood up from the grass and picked up a crystal ring, which sparkled as brightly as she did. He gently ran his fingers over the clear gem. The ring, just like her, was perfect, a little doll he was determined to claim.

Looking down at the crystal ring, he spoke softly, "Little doll, you can't escape." His words echoed through the night sky of Xiaoxuan, a declaration that would reverberate across the land.

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"May your days be filled with color and joy..." Wan Ou twirled, her sleeves dancing with her as she sang mockingly, wishing for Dugu Lue to someday feel the sting of the whip. The prince of a mighty kingdom, the one who led troops into battle, now reduced to being trained by the supreme seventh princess. How amusing...

She imagined him, after being trained by her, realizing he had been tricked. Would he be so angry that he'd destroy Xiaoxuan? If that happened, she could learn from some major power and take risks in war, making a fortune from arms sales, buying a manor, perhaps a city, or even creating her own kingdom of daughters. Then she'd buy all the handsome, cool, rebellious, sweet, gentle, violent, and handsome men as slaves... slaves...

Just thinking about it was already entertaining. Not only would she have her revenge, but she would also be rich. Hahaha... she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

After a long, alcohol-induced nap, Qian Zihe woke up to the sound of boisterous laughter from his house. Furrowing his handsome brow, he immediately knew that it was "Keng" once again making a scene. Seriously, there was no beach or waves at his house, but she came by every few days... wait... she had been secretly sent by the emperor to Yuhuang Kingdom.

Wan Ou went into the woods and picked up a soft bamboo whip, swaggering into Qian Zihe's room. "Old Qian, I think this thing is quite fun!" She commented as she lightly tapped him while he scrambled to get dressed.

"You're committing treason!" he shouted, his face turning red.

"Ah... if you don't put your clothes on, I'll be committing treason?" Wan Ou gave him an assessing look, taking her time. "Old Qian, we're familiar with each other, but there's no reason for me not to enjoy myself!" Her gaze lingered as she gave him a once-over. Wouldn't it hurt him to yell like that at her? Though, when she opened the door, she was a bit slow and caught sight of his solid chest. If she had been quicker... she wondered if he had the habit of sleeping without clothes...