Chapter 1958: Chapter 1977: The Wary Ancient King

The two carriages quickly arrived at the west gate of the Palace. The west gate was not a small gate, but a large one that could accommodate carriages entering.

The Prince sharing his carriage had no problem entering the palace gates; no one dared to check him. However, for others, their carriages couldn’t just enter anywhere.

So, when the two carriages reached the west palace entrance, the prince opened the curtain, and the nine guards gradually jumped out, guarding the side, while she waved to the one on the following carriage: “Brother, come to my carriage.”

“Your carriage? Mine can’t enter?” the man asked as he jumped down from the carriage.

“Yes, non-palace carriages aren’t allowed inside, it’s a rule I have to follow too.”

“And my people, can they enter?” the man asked curiously as he stood in front of the prince.

“Of course, they can, with me around, who dares not let them in?” the prince said, patting her chest.

“Phew~” Hearing the prince’s words, the man and his five servants simultaneously sighed in relief because if his people weren’t allowed in, there would indeed be a problem. As the prince, she’s entering the palace with a few people, and if they aren’t allowed, that’s against her usual style.

However, just as the prince finished speaking and the man and his people were at ease, the palace guard suddenly said with difficulty, “Prince, people can go in, but not to the harem.”

“Do I even need you to say? Move aside.” The prince glared at the guard.

“Yes, yes, yes.” The guard immediately opened the door and cleared the path.

The man then seized the moment to board the carriage, and just then, the carriage seemed to shake, causing the prince to fall right into the man’s arms.

This girl is quite brazen, falling into the man’s arms and then reaching out and groping him.

“Ah ~ Oh ~” She feigned a shocked and horrified expression, her whole body seemingly turned limp.

And this man, being a lustful demon at this moment, also felt like he’d fallen into a gentle embrace, his whole body went weak, nearly having his soul sucked out by this temptress.

Truth be told, the little temptress was truly captivating, so he began to move his hands all over, touching non-stop, making the prince keep calling him a bad brother, naughty brother…

The carriage entered the palace, driving all the way to the harem, and soon after, a deep voice from the leader of the nine guards came in: “Prince, the harem is here.”

“Okay, so we’re here, what’s the matter? Just go in.” The prince’s face was flushed as she and the man had already been all over each other in the carriage; it was a match between the wicked, both thrilled and excited.

“Prince, I’m afraid it’s not appropriate.” The leader of the guards stammered: “The harem doesn’t allow entry.”

“Ah… I forgot, then let the servants stay here, and have the Imperial Kitchen send us some good food.” The prince sat back in her seat, pointing a finger at the man and whispering: “The harem is the king’s chamber, outsiders can’t enter other than me. I have to sneak you in away from his watch, so just don’t get out of the carriage, and let your people stay here and enjoy good food and drinks. Tomorrow morning you can take them when you leave.”

“Alright, alright, alright, no problem, of course, the king’s chamber is not just for anyone to enter.” The man seemingly overwhelmed with desire said this, then lifted the curtain and addressed his servants: “You all stay here, don’t move around, wait for me to come back.”

“Yes.” The five servants bowed, accepting the order, but also all gave the man a deep look.

The prince’s carriage entered the harem and finally stopped outside her own chamber. Then, the voice of the guards’ leader rang again: “Prince, the Grand Steward sent someone to return half of your wine.”

“Hmm, knows his place.” The prince snorted softly and then continued whispering: “The king is afraid of me, knowing I’ve returned, immediately sending half of the wine back. He usually can’t drink my wine, only sneaks around to steal it, acting not as a dignified king but a petty thief, it’s really infuriating.”

“Prince, there’s something I don’t understand.” The man’s eyes turned as he chuckled and asked: “Why wouldn’t our king… not…”

“Not… with me?” The prince was too bold, speaking bluntly.

“Right, right, your body is still pure, so I’m puzzled.”

“Him ah… haha.” The prince softly whispered in the man’s ear: “He’s a eunuch demon, practicing some kind of Evil Cultivation Method during training, needing to castrate himself. So he has a harem but no women, has me but can’t have me. But this is the biggest secret, don’t you dare tell anyone, otherwise, he would go mad.”

“Oh.” The man suddenly understood, knowing the king’s lack of women was known throughout the world. Everyone knew the king had a harem but no women, not a single one, and no one understood why.

But now, he finally understood, the king was practicing wicked arts, had even castrated himself.

The prince gigglingly held the man’s hand off the carriage, and as they elegantly entered the palace residence, palace maids were carrying plates with food continuously coming in, setting a full table, and of course, a few barrels of freshly brewed beer.

“Brother, come, come, come, try my homemade beer, Little Nine, why are you still standing there, hurry and pour wine for brother.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Disguised as Little Nine, Yusuf Zuck nodded repeatedly, then dutifully poured them each a large glass.

These two large glasses, he made no further move, because the man would undoubtedly be very cautious with the first drink.

However, the prince grabbed a glass and downed it in one go, exclaiming with satisfaction.

The man sniffed with his nose, then grinned: “It’s a unique fragrance of wine.” With that, he too drained his glass!

“How refreshing, not bad.” He smacked his lips, knowing there was no poison or any other substances in the wine, he could taste that.

“Then have more, this wine should be consumed quickly once poured, Little Nine, keep pouring, once we’ve drunk enough, we can then…”

Yusuf Zuck filled the prince’s glass again, while the man also picked up his own glass watching Yusuf Zuck pour.

But at that moment, Yusuf Zuck discreetly added a drop of Dew of Creation into the wine, silently and unnoticed.

“Drink…” The prince knew there was no time to lose, exceeding three seconds would be futile, so she eagerly lifted the man’s beer to force-feed him.

However, this man, being a king, was exceedingly alert and cautious, and just as the prince touched the glass, he gently blocked it with a smile and sniffed again.

And in this very sniff, the three-second limit was exceeded.

Yusuf Zuck’s expression turned grim, and the prince was also annoyed, outwardly lustful but inwardly vigilant, the man’s caution was unyielding.

“What now?” she secretly exchanged a glance with Yusuf Zuck.