At this moment, other than the heavy smell of blood, there was only dead silence in the palace.
The atmosphere here was even more terrifying than what Nie Yin had felt on Spirit Mountain.
Nie Yin suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and subconsciously shivered.
Yin Ling noticed it.
His tone was slightly cold and mocking as he asked, "Young Master Nie, are you feeling unwell? Do you need a few palace servants to help you in?"
"There's no need!" Nie Yin naturally understood the ulterior meaning of Yin Ling's words, but he still replied in a low voice.
Yin Ling's lips curled into a mocking smile. "If you feel uncomfortable, I can report to the queen. You don't have to come here!"
"Yin Ling, I never knew you were so talkative!" Nie Yin finally couldn't take it anymore and reprimanded him.
Yin Ling sneered as he walked to the door of Wen Qiong's bedroom quickly.