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"Is this really your true strength?" Mad Dog murmured, clutching his bleeding arm, the heat in his eyes gradually dimming.
Qi Mo's expression was emotionless: "This King will give you a quick end." With that, another flash of cold light struck down. Su Peijiu, standing behind him, could only see another arm lying on the ground, while Mad Dog, blocked by Qi Mo, could not see his current expression and could only hear his screams of agony.
Is this what he calls a quick end?
Su Peijiu did not know when she began to tremble all over from fear. The man standing in front of her... he had become even more cruel and terrifying than two years ago!
"Enough!" she couldn't help but shout, but her feet remained rooted in place, unable to move forward, or perhaps she lacked the courage to see what had become of that poor person.
Qi Mo's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, droplets of blood falling from his wrist. He slowly raised his hand again, another flash of cold light, and the screams fell silent...
At this moment, Qi Rong had already sensed that something was wrong and fled.
Qi Mo wiped the sword clean with silk and sheathed it at his waist. Then he pressed on the wound on his shoulder and walked unsteadily forward without glancing at Su Peijiu even once.
Su Peijiu stood in place watching the blood dripping from the hem of his dark robe stain the ground red. Her throat felt constricted; after a while, she ran after him.
By the time Su Peijiu caught up with Qi Mo, he was already sitting by a pool cleaning his wound. However, since the injury was on his back, it was somewhat difficult to manage.
Su Peijiu quietly approached and took the silk from his hands to wipe away the blood on his back. Then she slowly sprinkled some medicinal powder onto the wound and tore off strips from her own clothing to wrap around him.
The wound was on his back, so to bandage it, her hands had to go around to his front, effectively embracing him. Su Peijiu hesitated for a moment but ultimately reached out decisively. After wrapping around twice and seeing that Qi Mo did not react, she became more generous.
When it came time to tie a knot, she leaned against his back with both hands forward. Just as she fastened it, her wrist was suddenly grabbed, causing Su Peijiu to stiffen.
"You don't need to do this," a refined voice came from in front of her. Su Peijiu could not discern any emotion in his words and momentarily didn't know how to respond. Finally, she bit her lip and said, "After all, you saved me."
"Is the bandaging meant to repay a debt of gratitude?"
Su Peijiu nodded, "Mm."
The grip on her wrist gradually loosened. Su Peijiu sighed in relief, tying off the remaining knot and preparing to stand up straight, but unexpectedly, her waist was tightly embraced. Losing her balance, she fell into his arms, staring wide-eyed at his chin.
Qi Mo held her, reaching out to cover her eyes with his hand. Leaning slightly forward, his voice inexplicably took on a hint of sadness.
"Su Peijiu... you truly are a heartless woman, but even so... I won't blame you."
Su Peijiu listened quietly, his palm resting over her eyelids. Just moments ago, those hands had wielded a sword and taken lives... they had also taken hers two years ago.
Even though her heart softened at his words now, reality would quickly awaken her. Qi Mo, you cannot blame me unintentionally; you cannot blame me for being heartless. Everything is the result of your own actions...
Slowly raising her hand to touch the hand covering her eyes, she gently moved it away. Opening her eyes to look at the man before her, she could see the faint gray hidden in his gaze. He resembled that boy from years ago who would only sit outside the Proton Palace and cry... fragile and stubborn.
Her delicate hand wrapped around his neck as she leaned against him. Water Eyes slightly narrowed, she teased with a smile: "Qi Mo... have you perhaps fallen for me?"
The man's expression suddenly shifted, turning playful and alluring.
He held her chin: "What do you think?"
Her porcelain-like hand slid down his shoulder, finally resting over his left chest. She exhaled softly, "Why not ask this?"
The man narrowed his peach blossom eyes, watching this unusually transformed woman before him, allowing her to do as she pleased.
Su Peijiu leaned in closer, listening to the steady beating of his chest. Her expression was serious, but her words dripped with sarcasm.
"I originally thought you would only be moved by that 'Fated to Suffer' princess, Qin Ge. I didn't expect you would also save me, a mere 'Legitimate Daughter' of the Prime Minister's Residence..."
Qi Mo's expression remained unchanged after hearing this: "Otherwise, should This King let my beloved consort die?"
Su Peijiu: "..." What a sharp tongue.
"Why do you want to marry me? For the sake of power or for the Linglong Spine?" She looked into his eyes.
Qi Mo adjusted his hold on her and pulled her closer, his gaze deep: "Both."
Su Peijiu chuckled lightly: "You're quite honest."
Qi Mo raised an eyebrow: "Unlike my beloved consort, who now dares to address This King so directly."
"I'm just too lazy to be hypocritical." She pulled her head from his embrace and reached up to reinsert her disheveled hairpin. "...I'm very lazy when it comes to you."
Ignoring the meaningful look in his eyes, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. In that brief moment, she had considered plunging the hairpin into his chest... but ultimately couldn't bring herself to do it.
She simply didn't want to give him that satisfaction... she told herself.
"Let's go back." She broke free from his embrace, standing up as the sky gradually darkened. The evening breeze felt cool against her skin, quite comfortable.
"Mm." The man also stood up and followed behind her.
Back in the capital, there was still a battle to fight, whether it was her or him...
Just returned to Desolate King's Manor, and before she could even sip her tea, her father, who was more of a nuisance than anything else, sent someone over with several messages.
Su Peijiu snorted coldly as she changed into her clothes. What did these ruthless people want now? Were they going to question her about being kidnapped at the city gate?
Su Chi, as Su Peijiu's biological father, surprisingly didn't first concern himself with his daughter's safety but instead sent someone to insist that she return home?!
How ridiculous! What did he want her to go back for? Did that scheming Second House come up with another way to torment her?
She opened the door, and under the orange window light, deep red roses bloomed one after another, their colors strikingly vivid. Su Peijiu suddenly realized—where was her senior brother? Didn't he come after her too? Why hadn't she seen him on the way back? Did he think she was still being held captive?
However, her senior brother was the leader of the Demon Cult and had learned martial arts from that person; he should be fine. With this thought, she headed towards the front courtyard.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Ji Yu was swinging a whip on the ground. His gaze fell upon a pile of straw next to the Gray-Clothed Man, and his smile grew even brighter.
"You dare to play tricks on this lord?! Such audacity! I find your eyes particularly annoying."
The Gray-Clothed Man trembled in fear as he stared at the red-clad man before him. How had he offended the ruthless leader of the Demon Cult?
If he had known that woman was connected to the Demon Cult Master, he would never have taken this job!
"I'm not unreasonable," Ji Yu continued before the man on the ground immediately crawled forward and knelt down: "It was the Crown Prince who hired me."
"Give you a quick end." Ji Yu stared at the flustered man on the ground who had confessed, coldly finishing his sentence as the whip swiftly snapped around the man's neck, breaking it.
Throwing away the whip in his hand, he turned and flew off into the distance...
Desolate King's Manor, the prince's chamber.
Su Peijiu stood outside the door, facing a handsome young man who was blocking her way with a long sword in hand, standing there without a word. This wooden-headed fool had been blocking her for half a stick of incense.
"Why won't you let me in?" Su Peijiu took a deep breath and asked with a slight smile, her good upbringing from her past life preventing her from cursing like a country woman.
The man remained silent.
Su Peijiu: "..."
Water Eyes flickered slightly as she suddenly moved to the left, only to be blocked by the man's sword hilt...
"Let's talk nicely, no need to resort to violence." Su Peijiu raised her hands to block the sword hilt, forcing a smile as she stepped back to her original position.
The palace summons were becoming increasingly urgent, but why was Qi Mo ignoring her? Did he really want to completely fall out with the emperor at this critical moment? He could afford it... but what about her? Did she have the guts to tear her face with the royal family at this time? Although she truly didn't care that much.
"Qi Mo—!! Qi Mo... are you there? Qi Mo—!" She shouted loudly from outside. Well, when pushed to the limit, one's image really didn't matter.
After a while, a hoarse male voice came from inside: "Leyang, let her in."
"Yes." The man nodded and stepped aside. Su Peijiu looked at him in surprise for a moment before mumbling as she pushed open the door and walked in: "So you're not mute after all."
She did not see the unnatural twitch at the corner of the man's mouth or the fleeting smile in his eyes.
As she entered, a strong smell of blood hit her. Su Peijiu walked in with a sense of glee: "Oh dear, our valiant and invincible Yuan Cang, what happened? Lying on the couch like a sheep?"
Qi Mo coughed twice, calmly leaning against the pillow behind him. He had just had someone check on him and was surprised to find that Mad Dog's sword was poisoned, and it was a potent poison. Now he felt as fragile as a baby.
The Eunuch knew this and was trying to find ways to summon him into the palace. If he truly went tonight, it would be like a sheep entering a tiger's den—there would be no return! Once he passed through the Crimson Gate, whether he lived or died would no longer be up to him. Unfortunately, even if he resisted the summons, he would not easily hand over his life to those people.
"Is this how you want to see This King?" He covered his pale lips and coughed before slowly asking.
Su Peijiu brought over a chair and sat beside him, observing his complexion and then glancing at his shoulder that was trying to avoid injury while resting against the pillow, a thoughtful look flashing in her Water Eyes.
"The eunuchs in the palace are almost dying of anxiety; are you just going to lie here?"
Qi Mo raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong with that?"
Su Peijiu clicked her tongue twice.
Qi Mo teased: "I heard Chancellor is eager for you to return to the Prime Minister's Residence; are you just going to stay here in the study watching This King lie down?"
Su Peijiu shrugged: "What's wrong with that?"
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