Zixi stood in front of the inner hall bed, spreading his arms, allowing the palace maid to take off his cloak and dragon robe and change into a soft and comfortable nightgown.

Through the numerous pearl curtains, the fifteen-year-old girl looked even more and more extraordinary under the reflection of the palace lanterns, and her eyes were dim.

He lifted up his robe and knelt down outside the bead curtain with his eyes down, his tone cold, and he could not hear any emotional fluctuations: "Tonight's matter is to behead me first and then report it. If Your Majesty wants to punish me, I have nothing to say."

Zixi leaned his head and looked at the man kneeling outside the bead curtain, and his eyes couldn't help but feel dazed again.

"I didn't say I wanted to punish the Regent," she said, her voice sounding a little depressed, "It's just that there's something I want the Regent to know."

Nan Mohao's tone was indifferent: "What's the matter?"

He didn't think Zixi had something to discuss with him. Perhaps, she did this just to prevent him from leaving the palace again from being detrimental to Feng Weiyu.

Zixi said: "It's cold at night. Should the Regent go take a shower first and warm it up?"

Nan Mohao was stunned.

He looked up slightly, and his eyes passed through the pearl curtain and fell on Zixi's face.

"I will not go to the Prime Minister's Mansion tonight, Your Majesty can sleep with peace of mind." He spoke in a casual tone, "If Your Majesty is really worried, I can kneel here for a night."

"I can't rest assured." Zixi said lightly, with a complicated smile appearing to be stained with his calm voice, "Prince, please come up, I will show you someone."

As he said that, he raised his hand and lifted the man who was still on the dragon couch with a hole lit up, walked out through the bead curtain, and threw it to the ground with a bang.

Nan Mohao was slightly stunned, his eyes fell on the man on the ground, "Chu Chen?"

"Your Majesty?" Chu Chen was unable to move at all because he was lit up. At this time, he fell to the ground in a mess, his voice slightly dim, "If I make Your Majesty unhappy, it must be not what I wish-"

"I don't want to listen to you."

As the sentence ended, Zixi raised his hand and gently brushed his sleeves.

A strand of true energy shot towards the man's neck, and immediately lit his mute hole.

Nan Mohao frowned, his eyes darkly locked the man on the ground with a look exactly like Chu Chen, and said lightly: "What's going on?"

"Uncle Emperor, where should Chu Chen be now?" Zixi asked replies without answering.

Nan Mohao said softly, "It should be in Xiling."

"But he appeared on my couch tonight." Zixi smiled faintly, "Don't the emperor find it strange?"

Nan Mohao nodded: "It's really strange."

As he said that, his gaze with imperceptible pressure once again fell on the man's face, his eyes as sharp as a sword.

After watching for a while, he squatted down, raised his hand and reached behind the man's ear, found the slightly uneven place, and tore it hard.

The entire human skin mask was torn off, revealing a gentle but completely unfamiliar face below.

The acupoint was lit and the identity was discovered.

The man's eyes clearly showed shock, fear and anxiety, and his lips were squirming, as if he wanted to defend himself and beg for mercy, but he couldn't say a word.

"Who is he?" Nan Mohao frowned, his eyes were cold, "How did he get here?"

Her Majesty's bedroom is strictly guarded inside and outside. If His Majesty's edict is not obtained, a mosquito should not fly in.

"Well, my idea." Zixi said, smiling with some self-deprecating smile, "It should be said that someone induces me to do this."
Chapter completed!