Chapter 1053: Make Her Submit

Chapter 1053: Chapter 1053: Make Her Submit

Just as Ye Qingchen was preparing to slip away, Jiang Qi’s low voice suddenly reached his ears.

He immediately halted, pressing himself flat against the roof, ears pricked to listen carefully.

Jiang Qi was draped in a Brocade Curtain bathrobe, his body leaning slightly forward, a sinister gleam flickering in his eyes.

A murderous sharpness seeped from his brows, as though he were brewing an exceptionally vicious scheme.

He slowly turned his head and asked coldly, "How are the preparations on Qin Yue’s side?"

The servant, seeing Jiang Qi speak, instantly bent at the waist in respectful bow and replied in a low voice, "Reporting to the Saint Heir, everything is ready. We’re just waiting for you to go over."

Hearing this, a flash of cold light flickered in Jiang Qi’s eyes, and the corner of his mouth hooked up in a smug smile.

His laughter rose from low to high, finally echoing through the bedchamber, wildly arrogant.

He seemed to already see the scene of certain victory before him, his face filled with confidence and malice. Jiang Qi’s voice carried cruelty and coldness: "Didn’t that woman refuse to submit to me? Hmph, I have plenty of ways to make her yield! Once I’m done playing with her, I’ll slowly torment her and see how long she can keep up that tough act!"

Jiang Qi’s laughter lingered in the luxurious bedchamber, sounding extraordinarily grating.

Every word was steeped in malice and cruelty, as if Qin Yue’s tragic fate had already been foreseen.

At this moment, Jiang Qi’s expression was twisted and terrifying, the viciousness in his gaze enough to chill one’s bones.

On the roof, Ye Qingchen heard these words, and a tidal wave of fury surged up in his heart.

His fists clenched tight, his nails nearly digging into his palms.

His brows knitted deeply, veins bulging on his face—clearly, Jiang Qi’s words had enraged him to the extreme.

Ye Qingchen’s eyes were filled with rage and hatred, as if a blazing fire were roaring in his chest.

He forced down the anger in his heart, not daring to act rashly, lest he alert the enemy. Yet the killing intent within him was impossible to quell; everything before his eyes filled him with boundless fury.

He knew he had to find Qin Yue as quickly as possible; he could not allow her to fall into Jiang Qi’s cruel hands.

Ye Qingchen’s expression was already as cold as ice. He took a deep breath, striving to calm himself.

Though the fire inside him roiled, he knew anger could not solve the problem; he needed to devise a thorough plan to rescue Qin Yue safely.

However, Jiang Qi’s smug cruelty was like barbed poison thorns, stabbing deep into Ye Qingchen’s heart.

He hesitated no longer, quietly leaving the rooftop to prepare his next move. Qin Yue’s safety brooked no delay—he would never let Jiang Qi have his way!

Ye Qingchen silently trailed behind Jiang Qi, following a dim corridor to a secluded little palace deep within the imperial compound.

This small palace was exquisitely built yet hidden away; compared with the surrounding lavish structures, it appeared low?key and plain. Green vines crawled all over the walls, seemingly to obstruct the line of sight.

Heavy redwood panels hung at the palace gate, and intricate patterns were carved into the lintel, faintly exuding an ancient solemnity.

High walls encircled the palace on all sides, with only a narrow passage leading to the main entrance.

On either side of the main entrance stood a tall stone pillars, their shafts entwined with dragon?shaped carvings coiling upward, imposing and dignified.

Though the small palace did not look large, it emitted an indescribable air of mystery, as if it concealed countless unspeakable secrets.

Jiang Qi strode swaggeringly into the small palace, leaving three experts to guard behind him.

All three wore tight black outfits, sharp Longswords at their waists, eyes cold and hard, a powerful aura radiating from their bodies.

Each man’s expression was extremely grave; clearly, they were well?trained elite fighters. Of the two standing at the door, one was tall and burly, with a stern face and muscles drawn taut, like a tiger ready to spring; the other was lithe and agile, his gaze like an eagle’s, ever alert to every movement around him. On the other side of the passage stood an older expert, his hair white as frost and his face lined with wrinkles, yet his eyes remained razor?sharp. He gripped an ancient Longsword, a steady killing intent emanating from him—obviously a seasoned veteran powerhouse.

Hidden in the shadows, Ye Qingchen carefully observed these three guards.

He noticed that although their presence was intimidating, none of them had sensed his existence.

Aside from them, there were surprisingly no other guards around the palace, which made Ye Qingchen feel a trace of surprise. But that was precisely his opportunity.

He pondered silently: Jiang Qi was clearly very confident in the defenses of this small palace; otherwise he would not have left only these three experts.

Ye Qingchen knew that while their strength was quite good, it still fell short compared to his.

Moreover, though their positions were tight, there was an obvious flaw—they focused all their attention on the main entrance, leaving themselves unguarded against attacks from above or from the sides.

Ye Qingchen quickly formed a plan. He would use the cover of night to approach quietly from the side of the small palace, then rely on his speed and skill to swiftly take out the three guards, ensuring no significant commotion was caused.

Then he could disguise himself as one of the guards, slip into the small palace, and find Qin Yue.

With his decision made, he began to move with extreme care.

He lightened his breathing to the barest whisper, his steps soundless, his body like a nimble hunting leopard as he circled to the side of the small palace, using the building’s shadows to creep up on the burly guard.

As long as he could strike quickly and bring down these three one by one, he could infiltrate the palace without alerting Jiang Qi. The plan was risky, but for Ye Qingchen, it was presently the best choice.

He allowed himself a faint smile, a shard of cold light flashing in his eyes, already fully prepared for what came next.

So long as he could rescue Qin Yue, he would pay any price.

Inside the palace, the scene was lavish yet oppressive, as though every corner exuded a suffocating sense of wealth.

Thick Brocade Curtain draperies embroidered with gold thread hung from all the walls, and between the curtains dangled exquisite crystal lamps. Their soft glow bathed the room in a faintly warm yellow light.

In the center of the room stood a magnificent large bed, its posts carved from Pure Gold and inlaid with countless gemstone, glittering brilliantly under the lights.

On the bed lay a heavy gold embroidered quilt, the head piled high with silk pillows and soft cushions embroidered with intricate patterns. The entire scene was lavish to the extreme, like the sleeping chambers of an emperor.

At this moment, Qin Yue was bound upon this luxurious bed.

Her hands were tightly wrapped in thick ropes, tied to the carved posts at the head of the bed; her legs were also bound, unable to move.