Shen Yanxiao casted a suggestive curse on Mingye. This curse was extremely complicated and required dozens of combination curses to work together. Under such a curse, Mingye would forget his identity as a prince and treat himself as an ordinary low-level undead. In his eyes, Shen Yanxiao, this impostor, was the real Prince Mingye!
She had replaced the other party's identity and even shamelessly asked the other party to recognize her as the genuine product. Shen Yanxiao's shamelessness had reached an appalling degree!
Shen Yanxiao took advantage of his identity and sat on the tiger-skin chair with a straight face. She did not feel ashamed at all as she looked at the real prince who was kneeling on the ground submissively. Her pair of eyes were smiling like a crafty fox.
