Chapter 1497

Behind the metal door was a small dark room. There was only a bed and a wooden table inside.

There was a person lying on the bed, and there was an oil lamp burning on the wooden table. The dim light shone on the face of the person lying on the bed, making the face look especially haggard and sallow. Even the bright red clothes on the person's body had become dull and lifeless.

Although that face was haggard, his facial features were surprisingly young and handsome. He had thick eyebrows and long eyelashes, a high nose bridge, and thin yet angular lips that were tightly pursed. His face was pale and bloodless.

His eyes were closed as if he was asleep. Even the sound of Zhao Rong Princess' footsteps didn't make him open his eyes.

The red-clothed youth lying on the bed was the Thousand Faced Young Master who had escaped from the Imperial Palace.

Zhao Rong Princess stood in front of the bed and silently looked at him for a long time before finally speaking.

"Thousand Faced Young Master …" she called out softly.

The red-clothed youth on the bed didn't move at all. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest that made it seem like he was still breathing, he would seem like a dead person.

Zhao Rong Princess bit her lip. She wasn't sure if he was really asleep or if he didn't want to pay attention to her.

She waited for a long time before her patience finally ran out.

"I have something to say to you. I don't care if you're asleep or awake. I'll count from one to three. If you still don't wake up, I'll throw you at the main gate of Guan Osprey Palace!" She said fiercely. "One!

Two! "Before she could count to three, the red-clothed youth suddenly opened his eyes. He coldly stared at her but didn't say anything.

Zhao Rong Princess proudly raised her nose and snorted. "Thousand Faced Young Master, now isn't the time for you to act mighty in front of this princess. If this princess hadn't saved you, you would have already fallen into that little vixen's hands. Perhaps you would have been tortured by her until you didn't look like a human or a ghost. How could there be a quiet place like this for you to heal in peace?"

Her current attitude was arrogant. She was no longer the Zhao Rong Princess who didn't dare to raise her head or speak loudly in front of him.

This was because the red-clothed youth on the bed was no longer that mysterious assassin from Purple Heaven Pavilion. He had already lost his cultivation and was lying on the bed all day like a fish out of water.

The red-clothed youth said coldly, "Then I really must thank Your Highness for your kindness. You saved me and imprisoned me in this dark place. Aren't you afraid of the consequences?"

"Consequences? What consequences? "Zhao Rong Junzhu blinked her eyes and asked innocently.

The Young Master in Red gritted his teeth and said coldly, "Your Highness, you can't be so forgetful. I am a member of the Purple Heaven Pavilion. Those who offend the people of the Purple Heaven Pavilion will never have a good ending!" Although his voice was weak, his eyebrows were raised and he was full of vigor. The cold-faced, emotionless killer had returned.

Zhao Rong Junzhu felt a chill run down her spine from the murderous look in his eyes, but then she laughed unconcernedly.

"Thousand-faced Young Master, what are you being arrogant for? Do you think this is your Purple Heaven Pavilion? Don't use Purple Heaven Pavilion's name to scare this princess! Do you think the news of you being locked up here by me will spread? "She laughed arrogantly and proudly.