Realizing that their position in currying favor was seized by Ye Dou before their eyes, a group of high undead united to scold Ye Dou to his face.

Ye Dou was thoroughly dumbfounded. When did he ever see this kind of battle?

Although he was now a low undead, his subconscious impression of this group of royal relatives had not been completely erased by Shen Yanxiao. At least in his subconscious mind, the group of royal relatives should be kind and friendly…

Then what was with these demons, baring their fangs and brandis.h.i.+ng their claws, wanting to swallow him whole?

Ye Dou was totally frightened and failed to respond for a long time.

“What fuss are you making?!” A cold shout suddenly sounded from the room, rescuing Ye Dou who was almost strangled by his royal relatives.

For a second, the high undead were covered in a chill all over before they immediately rushed into the room.

Inside the room, the fake Mingye was sitting at the table with a haughty expression on his face; his handsome eyebrows were slightly wrinkled while her eyes were full of impatience.

“Your Highness…” The big gray wolves in front of Ye Dou turned into a herd of sheep before Shen Yanxiao.

“Your Highness, this low undead…” One of the high undead looked cautiously at Mingye. In his heart, he cursed all the eighteen generations of ancestors of Ye Dou, this “homewrecker”.

Was His Highness someone this kind of garbage could casually approach?

If he wanted to compete for favor, he should also weigh his value. When was it the turn of a puny low undead to hang around in front of His Highness?

Shen Yanxiao half-narrowed her eyes at the high undead, pulled up the corner of her lips and snorted, “What? I want someone to serve me, do I still need your permission?”

She pulled that quite nicely! So cool!

All the high undead s.h.i.+vered at once!

“No, no, no! Your Highness can choose as you wish, but… This fellow is only a low undead. His status is too humble for you. It's not good if he stains Your Highness' ident.i.ty. If you want someone to wait upon you, we are willing to serve you by your side at any time and anywhere.” The high undead hastened to explain. They did not want to control Mingye at all, they just wanted to win his favor!

“I'm satisfied with him, won't that do?” Shen Yanxiao's wild and cool response made people fly off and explode in the sky.

The high undead trembled thrice.

“Will do! Why will it not? As long as your Highness likes him, there's nothing wrong with it! You, whatever your name is, be sure to serve His Highness well! If you make His Highness even a little dissatisfied, watch out for I will peel your skin.” The high undead who had no courage to defy Mingye could only turn his very fierce gaze at Ye Dou; his green eyes were as if he would eat Ye Dou alive the next second.

Ye Dou swallowed his saliva and nodded subconsciously.

In his heart, his good opinion of the fake Mingye was already full to the bursting point!

His Highness was really a good person. In order to protect him, he went against so many powerful high undead. He must keep loyal and devoted to His Highness until the end.

Shen Yanxiao's overbearing behavior, in Ye Dou's eyes, did indeed seemed imperious—but also warm-hearted at the same time. Therefore, it instantly captured the heart of this “low undead” that had been bullied.

“Put the things down and then roll out.” Shen Yanxiao raised her chin slightly, displaying a lofty and indisputable att.i.tude.

The group of high undead could only lay down the food in their hands in grief and throw a few indignant gazes at Ye Dou before they reluctantly retreated from the room.

They wondered why a n.o.ble person such as His Highness Mingye would be interested in such a low undead. How could such a puny fellow be worthy of His Highness' favor?

Little did they know that this puny low undead in their mouths was their real prince.