Cao Yi's sinister face appeared with a strange smile, his figure ghost-like as he silently approached Lin Qinghan from behind.
The blood-stained knife in his hand was still dripping with bright red blood, blossoming striking scarlet plum flowers on the ground.
The palace maids sent by the Crown Prince to monitor and protect Lin Qinghan had died at the hands of Cao Yi.
"Miss Qinghan, please accompany me to the palace, the Emperor has summoned you..."
Cao Yi's deliberately stretched tone carried a sickly stickiness.
"You wouldn't want to..." Speaking, he took a deep, greedy breath,
The orchid-like fragrance in Lin Qinghan's hair, mixed with the scent of blood, filled his nostrils.
A few steps away, Cao Yi's eyes went vacant, and his Adam's apple involuntarily rolled.
Even though he was a eunuch, he found it hard to hide his fascination at this moment.
Cao Yi stuck out his crimson tongue to lick his lips, but he could only swallow his saliva in vain.
