"More than anything, I want to know—what exactly do you want me to do?" Mu Qingyun asked calmly, her expression emotionless as she looked at him.
Yin gazed at Mu Qingyun's composed face. Though he still wore that flawless smile, his mind was in turmoil.
Something was off.Why was she so calm?
It was the middle of the night—he had dragged her here, turned her into a blood slave. Faced with someone as twisted as him, she acted as if none of this had happened to her.
"Samadhi True Fire... I've lived for hundreds of years and this is the first time I've seen it."
Hundreds of years?
"I did not expect that," Mu Qingyun said, shaking her head as she looked at him.
"You didn't expect that I've lived for centuries and still look this young and handsome, is that it?" Yin chuckled, leaning closer, his tone thick with flirtation.
"I didn't expect that an old man like you could still be so perverted. With such twisted thoughts, are your bones even able to handle it?" she replied, curling her lips into a cold smirk and giving him a glance laced with pity.
Tch.
Yin's eyes turned cold. He took a few steps back to put distance between them. "Enough talking. Walk."
As she followed him through the corridor, Mu Qingyun glanced around at the decor, then at the windows covered by thick curtains. Judging by the design, this was likely the prince's castle.
They arrived at a room. Yin pushed open the door and stepped aside, motioning for her to enter.
"From now on, this is your residence. Unless I take you out myself, you are not to take a single step outside," he said coldly, glancing at her. "As for what I want from you, you do not need to know yet. Just rest here."
With that, he shut the door.
Mu Qingyun turned her head to examine her surroundings. From a modern perspective, this would be called European-style. To be fair, the environment was quite decent.
Lowering her eyes, she walked to the curtains and grasped them, pulling them open slightly.
But outside, the sunlight blazed down fiercely. The scorching heat immediately caused burns to erupt all over her body in various sizes.
Damn it.
She quickly closed the curtains, then looked at the burns on her skin with a frown.
"Bam—"
Suddenly, the door flew open. Yin stood there, watching her with an amused look, his eyes full of schadenfreude.
"My little blood slave, are you feeling guilty about speaking back to your master just now and trying to kill yourself out of shame?"
Screw you.
Mu Qingyun swore silently. Taught by her mother and master, she had always maintained her composure. No matter how angry she got, she never used foul language.
She always preferred indirect insults—never crude words.
But this damned vampire really pushed her to the edge.
"Did you install surveillance in this room?" she asked coldly, suppressing her fury.
"No. But you carry my blood in your veins. When you are hurt, I feel it," Yin replied with a smile. "Afraid of sunlight, fire, garlic, crosses... I am withholding the antidote for your own good. Otherwise, you might play with your Samadhi Fire and burn yourself to death."
Mu Qingyun ignored him. She stared at a spot on the floor, thinking. The old man must have noticed her disappearance by now. She could only hope he did not do anything rash or sacrifice himself in vain.
Seeing her silent, Yin lost interest. He closed the door and left.
Time passed. By evening, she heard footsteps approaching. Looking up, she saw a group of male and female vampires pushing open her door.
"So you're the slave the Prince of Ancestor personally turned?" a stunningly beautiful female vampire sneered as she looked Mu Qingyun up and down. "With looks like that, how could the Prince even stomach her?"
"I actually think she's quite nice," a male vampire said, eyes gleaming. He strode forward and grabbed Mu Qingyun's arm. "I can't wait to taste her."
Tch. Bastards.
So this was Yin's idea—to humiliate her?
Surrounded by vampires who stared at her with disdain, Mu Qingyun's hands and feet turned cold.
She tried to summon her fire powers, but no matter how she concentrated, she could not gather any strength in her core.
The male vampire's mouth was already nearing her arm, and she had no strength to break free.
"A slave is a slave. Even if she's the Prince's first blood slave, to us, she's just trash."
"I've only ever tasted the other princes' slaves. This is my first time with one of Prince Ancestor's."
"Hahahaha, maybe the Prince just wanted something new and decided to try a fresh toy."
Listening to their insults, Mu Qingyun remained utterly calm.
Just consider it being bitten by a dog. One day, when she recovered, she would settle this debt—every single bit of it.
"Stop!"
Suddenly, the male vampire's face twisted in pain as he screamed. He looked down and saw a hand piercing through his chest.
Yin had driven his hand straight through the vampire's heart. Without mercy, he crushed it and flung the vampire's body aside like a rag doll. It hit the wall with a heavy thud and convulsed, slowly going still.
Yin turned to the others, his eyes full of irritation, but he did not bother with more punishment. "Get out."
"P-Prince..."
The vampires had not expected Yin's outburst. They exchanged glances and, in a panic, rushed out the door.
"Stop."
Yin suddenly seemed to remember something and added, "This woman may be my blood slave, but I have granted her eternal life. She will stay by my side. From now on, seeing her is the same as seeing me. Understand?"
"Understood, Prince. We—we will take our leave now."
"Leave."
After giving them a cold glare, Yin turned back to face her. That wicked smile returned to his lips. "Happy now?"
"...Happy about what?" Mu Qingyun asked, confused.
"My favoritism towards you. You are different from the other slaves," Yin said, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear. But before he could touch her, Mu Qingyun raised her hand and stopped him.
"If you could turn me back into a human right now, I would truly be happy." She tilted her head, a faint smile on her lips as she met his gaze. "How about this? You give me the antidote and turn me back. Then whatever you want me to do—I will help you."
As she spoke, she even leaned in closer and fluttered her eyelashes, deliberately putting on a sweet, coquettish air. "Would that be alright?"
"..."
Are all human women this good at seduction?
Yin's eyes dropped to her lips—red and soft, with a slight pout that made them look extremely kissable.
He suddenly felt a desire stir in his chest. Without thinking, he began to lean in.
Noticing his intent, Mu Qingyun quickly turned her head, dodging his kiss.
"Prince Ancestor... is that alright?" she whispered near his ear, blowing gently on it just like he had done earlier.
"Human women really know how to tease," Yin said with a laugh, leaning away. "But now is not the time for such games. The banquet is about to begin. You are coming with me."