I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon

Chapter 681 - 258: The Princess’s Strength! "Are you interested in becoming my concubine?"_2

Even though Chen Mo has possessed Dragon Qi for some time now, he can only manage basic control, far from achieving the effects that Chu Yanli can!

The gap between them is as immense as heaven and earth!

"I can’t believe she can wield Dragon Qi to such an extent!"

"Even with the added power of the Heavenly Decree Seal, it’s truly terrifying... Is this the innate talent brought by the imperial family bloodline?"

"Does that mean she, too, bears the curse of ’early demise’?"

As he pondered, the golden light had already dissipated.

Chu Heng and Jiang Wangye collapsed to the ground as if granted a great reprieve, gasping for breath, their clothes soaked with cold sweat.

To them, those three short breaths of time felt like an entire century!

"So strong! Even stronger than before!"

"It seems she might have already entered the third stage..."

Apart from shock, a hint of eagerness flashed in Jiang Wangye’s expression.

Chu Heng looked up, and his expression froze instantly.

The old steward’s limbs were pierced by the golden light, nailed in mid-air, flesh stripped from his body, forming a small mound below, leaving only a skeletal frame!

Through the gaps in the bones, one could even see the steaming internal organs!

At this moment, his head hung low, barely clinging to life, his clouded eyes devoid of spirit, already on the brink of death!

"Mr. Duan!"

Chu Heng’s eyes seemed to crack.

Duan Zhongmou was initially an advisor at the Prince Mansion.

Back when two kings vied for power and brothers turned against each other, Prince Yu nearly ascended the Jiulong Platform, but in the end, was one move short, fading away in defeat.

The ministers who swore to serve Prince Yu to their deaths all scattered like birds and beasts fearing association after the mansion’s fall, leaving only Duan Zhongmou behind.

He willingly humbled himself, becoming a servant, and earnestly assisted Chu Heng.

To Chu Heng, he was not a subordinate, but a mentor and friend.

"Where is it hidden?"

Chu Yanli’s jade-like fingers emitted a golden glow, like a sharp blade rifling through the organs.

Carelessly, a hole could be pierced in the organs, blood mingling with yellowish-brown liquid flowing uncontrollably.

"Poof!"

As the intestines were severed, Duan Zhongmou spat a mouthful of black blood, life slipping away completely.

Chu Yanli turned to Chen Mo, asking, "Is this level enough? I didn’t see any talisman, though?"

Chen Mo frowned, "Then it’s likely I guessed wrong."

"...Guessed wrong?"

Looking at the shapeless Duan Zhongmou, Chu Yanli furrowed her brows, the golden light on her fingertips receding, clearing her throat, "Be mindful next time."

"Yes." Chen Mo responded.

"..."

Chu Heng lowered his head, clenching his fists, his body trembling slightly.

These two were not just torturing Duan Zhongmou but humiliating the entire Prince Yu Mansion!

But in front of Chu Yanli, he dared not show any dissatisfaction, swallowing bitterly.

"Let’s set this case aside for now." Chen Mo took out a pile of rice paper from the storage ring, placing it before Chu Heng, "According to Yan Linghu’s confession, the mastermind behind the Barbarian Slave Case is the princely heir, who orchestrates every step from Cao Yun to crossing the borders..."

"What do you have to say about this?"

Barbarian slave?

Upon hearing this, Chu Yanli’s eyes turned sharp.

As a general guarding the Southern Border, her hands were stained with the blood of the Barbarian Tribe, making her highly sensitive to this term.

Chu Heng didn’t even glance at the paper’s content, coldly staring at Chen Mo, speaking as if forcing words through clenched teeth:

"Without any solid evidence, just relying on a likely false confession, you aim to accuse me?"

"As I’ve said before, either bring an imperial decree or have the Three Departments jointly discuss...otherwise, don’t get involved!"

Chen Mo’s lips curved up slightly, nodding, "Alright, then please be prepared, my liege. Within two days at the latest, I will personally escort you to the Imperial Prison."

"Ha, utterly ridiculous!" Chu Heng sneered, "Then I’ll be waiting for you, don’t let me down!"

Chen Mo didn’t argue, lifting his chin, he said to Jiang Wangye, "Hey, you in plain clothes...stop staring, I’m talking to you, bring me the token."

"..."

Jiang Wangye’s expression darkened somewhat.

But seeing Duan Zhongmou’s tragic state, he silently handed the strand of tokens to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo casually stored them, saluting Chu Yanli, "Your Highness, I have duties at the Government Office to handle, I shall take my leave."

Chu Yanli nodded, "It happens that I also need to go, let’s leave together."

"After you, Your Highness."

"Mm."

Chu Yanli rose and left the reception hall, Lu Shuang carrying a long sword followed her.

Chen Mo bent down to pick up a cat, heading towards the door.

The cat lay on his shoulder, its heterochromatic eyes fixated on the skeleton, seemingly longing, as if something inside was attracting it.

"Chen Mo..."

"Meeting you for the first time was indeed unexpected!"

Gazing at the departing backs, Jiang Wangye remarked softly, "I sensed a familiar scent on him... The situation isn’t favorable, Princely Heir, you need to be cautious."

With that, without waiting for a reply from Chu Heng, he shook his fan lightly, his figure gradually fading like smoke.

The four of them left one after another, leaving the hall in silence.

Chu Heng sat on the chair, his face as dark as water, coldly stating, "Mr. Duan, everyone’s gone, stop pretending."

Thud—

Suddenly, within Duan Zhongmou’s bloody chest cavity, the once stagnant heart began to beat anew.

Following this, amid a peculiar rustling, several black tendrils pierced out from the heart, writhing like seaweed, gathering the blood and flesh from the ground to attach to the bones once more.

Muscles and tendons wriggled, connecting themselves.

When all the flesh was restored, a vague human form could be discerned.