One moment I was traveling through time, the next I woke up tangled in bed with a handsome man? Jiu'er's beautiful eyes just opened when she discovered someone had her by the throat.

A man so handsome, so incredibly handsome, that words cannot possibly describe his beauty.

What's key is that the man's robes are loose and flowing, his shirt half-open. Beneath a face of breathtaking handsomeness, there lies a body full and powerful.

If it wasn't for the increasingly difficult breathing, I would definitely be dazzled by this handsome guy's fighter jets.

Now, he was choking her by the neck, his eyes bloodshot and filled with killing intent. What did this mean? "Dare you drug me, are you tired of living?" With a flick of her five fingers, Zhan Qingcheng immediately made Jiu'er's face red, almost suffocating.

"I...no."

Jiuer strained to open her mouth.

Although he was truly the most handsome man he had ever seen, a kind of handsomeness that made one want to swallow him whole! Even so, it was too much to drug him, wasn't it? Footsteps were approaching outside.

The two people on the bed looked at each other, and in an instant, they understood.

Damn it, I've been set up! Before Jiu-er could figure out what to do next, she suddenly felt a lightness and found herself knocked onto the bed with one move.

His large palm landed on her shoulder, Jiu'er immediately seemed to be struck by lightning and couldn't move.

It's all over, someone just barged in. Even if I jumped into the Yellow River, I couldn't wash away this mess.

Who drugged this man and made me end up in bed with him? The bedroom door was kicked open, and a group of people stormed in.

"My lady hasn't... she hasn't had anything to do with a man... Prince Heng, you must believe me, my lady really hasn't!" A maidservant sobbed and knelt on the floor of the room, trembling.

With the maidservant's cries, everyone's gaze fell upon the bed.

On the grand bed, curtains hung low, revealing a figure behind them—a man! A man appeared on Jia Jiu's bed! What did this mean? Did it even need explaining? Eighth Sister Qingyin was so startled her face turned pale: "Jiu'er...Jiu'er's bed..." Zhan Yu Heng stared at the long shadow on the bed, his thin lips pressed together, his eyes dark and fathomless.

Jiuer was the candidate he had chosen for his imperial consort today. Now, wasn't this considered caught in bed? Lord Jun Zhuo had a face as green as iron, trembling with anger: "Jiuer, get down here!" Damn it, to act so outrageously in front of Prince Heng! He had lost all face! Everyone's eyes were on the bed, waiting for Jiuer to come down disheveled.

There was indeed a man on the bed, but where was Jiuer? Could she be under the blanket? "Jiuer, Jiuer...everyone saw you, so just...don't hide anymore."

Qīngyīn walked past, looking weak, but she was the first to reach out and pull back the curtain.

Jiu'er, lying on the bed, sneered inwardly. This hypocritical Eighth Sister was so eager to put her to death? Everyone's eyes followed Qingyin's shadow to the curtain.

It seems everyone is waiting, waiting for Qing Yin to lift the curtain and see who the man inside is.

Who dared to roll around on the bed at Jiejie's banquet, with honored guests present? Whoever it is, even Prince Lianheng was shocked. This time, Jiu'er will have absolutely no chance of recovering.

Just as Qing Yin was about to reach the bedside, suddenly, a hand so exquisite that it would amaze everyone gently waved. The curtain slowly opened...