The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Shen Yanxiao cast a suggestive curse technique on Mingye. This kind of curse technique was extremely complex and required as many as ten combination curses to work together. Under this suggestive curse, Prince Mingye would forget his status as a prince and just think of himself as an ordinary low undead. Furthermore, in his eyes, this imposter Shen Yanxiao was the real Prince Mingye!

Not only did she take the identity of others, but she also shamelessly made the other party recognize counterfeit as genuine. Shen Yanxiao’s wretchedness had already reached an abhorrent level!

Shen Yanxiao, who had changed her face into others’ and taken possession of the identity of others, sat in the big tiger-skin chair with dignity. Devoid of any shame, she looked at the real prince kneeling on the ground. The smile in her pair of eyes was as cunning as a fox.

“From today on, you will be called Ye Dou.” Shen Yanxiao looked at Mingye. The leopard cat was very successful in replacing the prince. However, she could not kill the real prince, nor let him go. Rather than letting him stay elsewhere to give others clues, it was better to make him stay by her side. In case of an emergency, the fellow might still be useful.

It could be said that Shen Yanxiao had squeezed out all the excess value of Mingye until not even a little was left. It could be seen that if a certain unscrupulous thief wanted to change her profession one day, she could be a more despicable and unscrupulous profiteer than the Third Young Master Qi!

The real Mingye nodded his head respectfully at the fake Mingye. Looking at the person who not only occupied his position but had also turned him into her servant, his eyes were full of admiration and respect.

“Yes, Your Highness Mingye.” With a sincere heart, Mingye bowed his noble head in front of Shen Yanxiao.

Having the prince of the undead kneel and admire you, regarding you as the master he respected and feared, this feeling…

Ah! How cool!

“Tell me the names and identities of those people before.” Shen Yanxiao tilted her head slightly and held the side of her face with one hand. Calm and unruffled, she watched Mingye with an incomparably clever look.

She changed the memory of Mingye and made him think that he was Zela’s men, that he had been chosen by His Highness as an attendant after boarding the ship. But Shen Yanxiao did not erase Mingye’s knowledge of his royal relatives, so Mingye himself still remembered their identities; it was just that such royal identities that seemed just like floating clouds to him once, had now become a distant height in his heart.

As for why such a puny low undead like him was able to know the identity and information of the royal family members clearly, this completely illogical thing had long ago been masked by Shen Yanxiao’s suggestive curse technique.

Now, Mingye had become Shen Yanxiao’s most loyal little sidekick.

Everything was according to her words. Everything Shen Yanxiao said was right. Everything Shen Yanxiao did was correct. What Shen Yanxiao wanted to know must be answered, as it should be by rights.

Such a downright brainwashing curse technique ah!

With great familiarity, Mingye honestly reported the information about his royal relatives one by one.

This time, twenty-one high undead came along with Mingye. There was his younger uncle, elder uncle, his father’s younger male cousin, the wife of his father’s younger brother, his older male cousin, his younger male cousin, his younger female cousin and so on.

They were all Mingye’s relatives.

But for the undead, such kinship did not exist at all. The only thing the purebred undead recognized was their own direct bloodline, such as the father and son, mother and daughter; at most, their grandparents might also count. As for the rest, there was no affection whatsoever.