Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
It is true that Tu brought the injured prince back to the tribe, but do you really think that he is some kind of benevolent person who repays kindness?
Sang Zhen was filled with despair, her body swaying unsteadily. She understood very well that Xiao Yu had nothing to do with the notion of being a good person. His assistance in helping their tribe grow and absorb other forces was primarily driven by his desire to establish a foothold on the grasslands, fueled by his thirst for power.
Repaying kindness? That was merely an afterthought.
It was precisely because he was such a cold-hearted individual that she, like a moth drawn to a flame, recklessly threw herself at him. How challenging it would be to secure a place in his heart! Just the thought sent shivers down her spine.
As long as she could be his consort, she and A Dian would enjoy endless glory and wealth. Yet now, Xiao Yu had made it clear to her that she was merely indulging in wishful thinking.
The gratitude for saving her life, the bond they shared, and her admiration for him could not sway him. In fact, when she sent a box of pastries to his princess, he became furious and threatened to expel them!
How could she accept that?
Sang Zhen unwillingly asked, “It’s just one more consort; it won’t affect you at all. Even Princess Chen said you could do as you please. Do you really have feelings for her?”
Xiao Yu's heart trembled slightly as he coldly replied, “This has nothing to do with you. I have said all I need to say; if there’s a next time, I will not show mercy.”
And you—Xiao Yu's sharp gaze pierced through Zhuo—overstepping your bounds by taking command of fifty soldiers; once you're healed, go back to your grasslands.
With that, Xiao Yu turned away without a hint of compassion. Zhuo felt as if struck by lightning; he no longer dared to look at Sang Zhen and followed behind her tremblingly, filled with regret and constantly begging for forgiveness.
Sang Zhen stood in place for a long time, her sorrow turning into laughter.
Ha! The cold-hearted Southern King actually holds someone dear in his heart? What gives someone like you the right to be loved?
She truly wanted to see what expression he would wear one day when she abandoned him.
Little did Sang Zhen know that her words would come true. Just as she finished packing her belongings and had yet to move them, Xiao Yu kicked open the door with a bang and strode in.
His handsome face was shrouded in a cloud of gloom, and his eyes glinted like two cold blades, chillingly slicing through the air towards her. In his long, slender right hand, he tightly gripped a piece of letter paper.
"Has Song Feiwan been here?" Xiao Yu asked darkly.
Sang Zhen felt suffocated under his imposing presence and struggled to reply, "The Consort? No, she hasn't."
"Did you appear before her? Or say anything to her? If you dare to lie, I will cut out your tongue."
Sang Zhen shook her head repeatedly. "I really didn't! If you don't believe me, ask the servants in this courtyard. I haven't stepped out with A Dian even once!"
Xiao Yu, on the brink of fury, remained unconvinced, nearly crushing the letter paper in his grip.
Summoning her courage, Sang Zhen asked, "Your Highness, has something happened to the Consort?"
Ignoring her, Xiao Yu rushed past her.
He soon encountered Steward Sun, his face darkened as he listened to the report. "Your Highness, we have found out that the Consort left early this morning and headed up the mountain."
Without hesitation, Xiao Yu commanded, "Prepare the horses! Follow me up the mountain!"
"Yes!"
After mounting his horse, he folded the letter paper and tucked it into his bosom. The words written on it had long been etched into his mind.
Comment 0 Comment Count