A flash of silver light, and a sharp dagger was held against his neck. The voice was cold and chilling: "I'll kill you."
With a sword held to her neck, Murong Jiu laughed.
But the smile didn't reach his eyes.
If you look closely, you can see the ruthlessness and sinister intent mixed in.
He pinched the sword between two fingers and pushed it back effortlessly.
"I never accept threats. The more challenging something is, the more pleasurable it is to conquer, even if it's just a flower..."
He leaned close to Luo Ling's ear and said, word by word, "Even with thorny vines, I can remove them one by one."
Luo Miao leaned back uncomfortably, avoiding the other person's intense scent.
This was unlike any man he had ever been with before; he was too aggressive, and he couldn't stand it.
He gripped the sword tightly in his hand.
"You've just woken up and are still weak. It's difficult for you to wield weapons. I'll keep this sword for you for now."
Without a word, Murong Jiu took the sword from Luo Miao's hand, giving him no right to refuse.
"Rest for a bit, I'll go get you your medicine."
Luo Ling's expression changed slightly, and she pursed her lips tightly.
He seemed to see... Ah Jin's shadow in this person.
I couldn't help but close my eyes, lean back on the cushion, and feel a surge of emotions.
Ah Jin is gone. He's gone.
Just like his heart, it stopped beating long ago.
Sensing someone approaching, she quickly suppressed her emotions, opened her eyes, and looked at them indifferently.
A robust man in a black python robe walked in carrying a bowl of dark, murky herbal medicine.
Despite the cold, hard face showing no expression, Luo Ling felt as if she could see a hint of caution in it.
Just like Ah Jin's reaction when she was first injured.
His eyes were deep and unfathomable.
The hand hidden under the blanket was gripping the bed sheet tightly.
"It's a little hot, take it easy." Murong Jiu sat down naturally next to Luo Miao and handed her the bowl.
Completely unaware that his behavior was completely different from his usual self.
Liu, the chief steward who had grown up alongside His Majesty and was waiting at the door, was so frightened that he almost knelt on the ground.
Everyone knows that the King of Fengtian Kingdom is unpredictable, cruel, and tyrannical.
However, he was a skilled ruler and an excellent person-maker.
A powerful army, an impregnable city, and a people united in purpose.
This made Fengtian Kingdom the toughest and least desirable opponent among the various kingdoms.
Compared to the benevolent Luo Kingdom, it was naturally the easiest to target.
And this has indeed proven to be true.
Luo Ling reached out and took the porcelain bowl; the excessive heat traveled from her fingertips into her heart.
He seemed completely oblivious.
Just as I was about to put it to my lips, it was snatched away.
I looked up.
The man's face was dark.
"It's so hot, why didn't you say so?" Xin stared at his already reddened fingers, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Seeing that he didn't speak and just stared at her, the fire that had just been lit went out again.
"Fine, I'll blow it for you."
Luo Miao lowered her eyes, concealing the strange color within.
Murong Jiu blew on it for a while to make sure it wasn't so hot before sending it over again.
This time, instead of handing him the bowl, she stopped directly at his lips, her tone domineering.
"Your hands are not working properly, so I'll feed you. It's not too hot now."
Luo Ling, feeling inconvenienced: "..."
Was his hand broken or was it rendered useless?
They gazed at each other silently.
Murong Jiu returned the gaze without flinching, holding the medicine bowl firmly in her hand.
I won't touch it unless you drink it.
Luo Miao suddenly felt a little dazed, her eyes unfocused.
Before he could even react, he obediently lowered his head and drank the medicine the other person fed him.
"!!!"
Chenchen: What is the most painful thing in the world?
Luo Ling: Drink! Chinese! Medicine!
Chenchen: Wrong!
Luo Ling:???
Chenchen: It's me who's going to write about you drinking Chinese medicine o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓
Luo Ling:...he turned and hugged Murong Jiu, complaining: Your Majesty, he bullied me.
Murong Jiu: Do you want a men's singles match or a doubles singles match?
Dust:....