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The the Shu Emperor was forcefully kissed by a short, thin, old, and unattractive man, a shocking secret that sent ripples through the court!
For several days, Shu Zhao Han was in a foul mood, especially whenever he recalled the scene; he felt an urge to smash dishes in frustration.
How could he have let "him" take advantage of him?
He had even treated "him" with special regard, only to discover such a filthy essence beneath.
He remembered glaring at "him" with a terrifyingly cold and fierce gaze for a long time. After ensuring that "he" dared not act recklessly, he commanded someone to present the golden box containing the National Treasure.
"Him" took advantage of the situation, inching closer under the pretense of not being able to see clearly, and then suddenly, "he" lunged forward...
Crash—
A plate of phoenix tail fish fins met its demise.
After "he" kissed him, Shu Zhao Han was completely stunned, and to his shame, he found "his" lips surprisingly soft and fragrant. Then, as he lost focus for just a moment, "his" tongue slipped inside...
Crash—
A plate of auspicious dragon dumplings was sacrificed.
What was even more infuriating was that while Shu Zhao Han was dazed and lost in the moment, "he" seized his National Treasure and tossed it aside before pressing a dagger against his waist.
Scholar’s Page accurately caught the National Treasure and took off running. Shu Zhao Han never expected that those two Scholar’s Page would be so skilled...
Crash—
A plate of pearl fish balls was laid to rest.
“Someone! Clear the area!”
He had been too careless; he hadn’t even brought a single Knight for protection. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
The palace maid saw this and hurriedly knelt down, saying, "Your Majesty, you haven't eaten for a whole day."
"Eat?" Shu Zhao Han paused for a moment, then suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, I will go and deceive 'him' right now!"
As he spoke, he clenched his fists tightly, his nails nearly digging into his palms, his face filled with anger and resentment. He stormed towards the dungeon, ready to interrogate "him" personally.
At that moment, Ling Xiaoxiao was bound to an iron frame in a star shape by chains, repeatedly thinking to herself, "It has been three days already. Why haven't those two Golden Medal Knights teamed up with the other masters to rescue me? No matter how cunning and treacherous I am, I'm just a mere mortal!"
"Ling Xiaoyao!"
Hearing that voice, Ling Xiaoxiao finally lifted her previously drooping head and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Long live Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty!"
Shu Zhao Han stepped into the cell, glaring at "him" darkly and demanding, "Who is your emperor? And who are you a subject of?"
"Does Your Majesty want to hear? If you want to hear it, I will tell you," Ling Xiaoxiao replied.
Shu Zhao Han remained silent, piercing her with his knife-like gaze as if trying to see through her.
Ling Xiaoxiao, undeterred by the tension, continued, "This matter is a bit lengthy."
Without saying a word, Shu Zhao Han drew the sword from the guard's side. The blade gleamed coldly, startling Ling Xiaoxiao into shivering. "I can make it brief if necessary," she quickly added.
Shu Zhao Han still said nothing; he felt that speaking with "him" would only lead to him dying of anger before hearing the whole story.
Ling Xiaoxiao took a moment to gather her emotions and sighed deeply. "The Princess Qing Luo of Yan kingdom has been kidnapped. The terms offered are—exchange for Shu Kingdom's National Treasure. So..."
"So you came to deceive me out of my National Treasure?" Shu Zhao Han roared, thrusting the sword forward until it pressed against her throat. The blade trembled slightly as if reflecting his barely contained rage.
Ling Xiaoxiao looked at him with deep sorrow but swallowed back the words "I don't want to deceive you either, beautiful one." She feared that if he slipped up, that sharp blade would indeed cut her throat.
"Your Majesty, killing me now would be useless; the National Treasure will surely be taken by the Gold Medal Guard to exchange for the princess. Besides, instigating war between our two nations isn't ideal either; wouldn't you agree?" As she spoke, she observed his expression closely, hoping to find any sign of softening in his demeanor. She wasn't just saying this lightly; after all, war between nations was no trivial matter—he had to consider it carefully.
Seeing him hesitate, Ling Xiaoxiao quickly added more leverage: "I hold a high position in Yan kingdom; I am the National Master. Our emperor values me greatly."
"Hmph, so you are a national master." He truly had not misjudged him, but at this moment, his eyes were filled more with anger and the humiliation of feeling deceived.
Ling Xiaoxiao smiled innocently, "So, you see, swords have no eyes. It's better for the Emperor to put it away."
Shu Zhao Han's gaze dropped to "his" legs and slowly sheathed the long sword, but it was not because of what "he" had said about swords having no eyes; rather, he felt that such matters did not require an emperor to take action personally.
Ling Xiaoxiao was secretly exhaling in relief when Shu Zhao Han's wicked laugh made her shiver. "I do not intend to kill you."
After saying this, he turned to walk out of the cell but paused halfway and abruptly asked, "Do you have a penchant for young men?"
"Ah?" The question came so suddenly that she could not react, her eyes wide open in confusion.
Shu Zhao Han took a deep breath, thinking about the forceful kiss that made his veins throb with anger. "Is it disgusting or not?"
"What?" She was still dazed, her mind a tangled mess, completely unable to comprehend why he suddenly asked such a question.
Shu Zhao Han growled, "Have you ever seen someone kiss a man?" Ling Xiaoxiao pondered for a moment before seriously replying, "Yes!"
"Who is so disgusting?"
"Sister."
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