Detest?
Doesn’t seem like it.
“If you don’t detest me, that means you like me?” Cheekiness flashed in Jun Wu Yao’s eyes as he raised Jun Wu Xie’s hand and kissed her fingertips.
“I’m so happy to know my little angel actually likes me!”
“Not true.” How do you like someone? She did not know. But she knew, the feeling Jun Wu Yao gave her was different from her comrades and her family.
The only likes she knew, were limited to these two varieties. Since it differed from them, that means she didn’t like him.
“Huh? That means you still detest me?” His tone was downcast, and saddening to hear.
Jun Wu Xie was speechless, didn’t she just tell him she did not detest him?
“No.” Her headache was growing.
“‘No’ means you like me?”
“……..” She was at a loss for words, might as well just ignore his incessant questions.
Sensing Jun Wu Xie’s frustration, Jun Wu Yao was further amused.
It does not matter if she doesn’t know, she will slowly learn.
“Silence means consent, you know?” Jun Wu Xie teased mercilessly as he carried Jun Wu Xie.
Jun Wu Xie did not reply, and was thinking of a way to drive Jun Wu Yao away when she suddenly felt a warm and wet touch on her face.
Jun Wu Yao had planted a kiss on her cheek, and looking at her face of astonishment, he beamed smilingly at her, with a playful look in his eyes and said: “That’s good! I like you too!”
Thump.
Jun Wu Xie’s heart skipped a beat.
Her eyes widened at the proximity of the handsome face, and found herself enthralled by the good looks.
She should pierce her silver needles into her artery, to get him away from her.
But she is indebted to him, and she couldn’t return the favour by harming him.
In turmoil, she bit down on her lip and turned her face away from him.
Seeing the beauty in his arms flustered and loving every moment of it, Jun Wu Yao was not about to let her off. He put his hand to her chin and turned her head to face him. His smile widened when he saw her brow furrowed in confusion.
“Alright, it’s time to collect my reward in thanks for today.”
“What?” Jun Wu Xie asked in surprise. Before she could react, Jun Wu Yao had leaned over, with one hand around her waist and one hand holding the back of her head, he kissed her fully on the lips.
“MMPHH!”
Jun Wu Xie was shocked and she moved instinctively. She pulled out her needles and stabbed Jun Wu Yao on the temple.
Blood flowed down the needles and down his face, and some dripped on her cheek. The smell of blood seemed to excite Jun Wu Yao and his kiss grew more passionate, eager to savour the sweetness he tasted.
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Chapter 174: “To Tease (3)”
Blood trickled down his face, and a tiny drop got into his mouth.
The thick scent of blood roused Jun Wu Yao’s inner instincts and a violet glow flared unbridled in his eyes.
The smell and the taste of blood assaulted the senses of Jun Wu Xie and triggered the memories of her past life and she bit down hard in response.
She tasted more blood and Jun Wu Yao released his grip. His violet eyes seemed bottomless, and with the blood flowing from his lip, he looked every inch the devil to Jun Wu Xie.
Jun Wu Xie maneuvered out of his embrace and stood panting, and staring at Jun Wu Yao.
Jun Wu Yao wiped the blood from his mouth with his hand, the pain a lingering reminder of the merciless lass standing before him. If not for his lightning reflexes, he might not have gotten off this easily.
This kitty had grown claws, and was not to be teased.
“Don’t get all huffy, I spilled a little blood onto you, it’s my fault.” Jun Wu Yao said with a smile, and pulled the silver needles out from his temple, before placing them into the hands of Jun Wu Xie.
“You will know whether the little black cat can completely ingest the Golden Lion tonight, watch it closely. Call for me if anything untoward happens, I will be around.” Jun Wu Yao grinned impishly, completely ignoring the cold blistering stare Jun Wu Xie was giving him.
He then left the room without waiting for a reply.
After he closed the door to the room, Jun Wu Yao smiled, savouring the blood still flowing in his mouth, and was unable to suppress the violet glow in his eyes.
A black shadow who had been guarding the place appeared beside Jun Wu Yao, with one knee on the ground, and holding up a bottle of medicine for wounds.
“My Lord.” The shadow’s eyes narrowed as he saw the blood on Jun Wu Yao’s mouth.
Few and far between exist in this world who were able to lay a finger on his Lordship, but this Missy from the Jun Family had made him bleed so often…..
Seeing the amused expression on Jun Wu Yao, he swallowed back the grouses he had swirling in his chest.
The shadow was chilled to see the look of satisfaction on His Lordship’s face. Did His Lordship not realise the big problem in the interaction between the Missy and himself?
Too frequently he had been mortally wounded, and came back covered in blood…..
“No need.” Jun Wu Yao did not even look at the proffered medicine, as his expression grew even more amused.
The cold and unfeeling lass has finally shown some form of emotional outburst, this might be a good thing after all.
“This is just a small gift, there is no need to fuss. You stay guard here.” Jun Wu Yao sniffed on his clothes, smelling the pungent blood, and thought to himself that this was the smell the little lass hated.
The shadow could only nod as he saw the back of the disappearing Jun Wu Yao, as he kept the worry to himself.
“My Lord….. You might be interested in the Young Miss, but your methods are rather extreme. No one comes back drenched in blood all the time in their pursuit of their beloved. Are you sure you are doing this right?”
After a while, having washed himself and changed his clothes, Jun Wu Yao was back by Jun Wu Xie’s door. He positioned himself comfortably and laid back on the beam outside the door.
That little devil loves the little black cat a lot, it wouldn’t hurt to help her guard it a little…..
Jun Wu Yao raised his hand a little, and a waft of black mist diffused into the air, before it seeped through the gap between the doors and into the room.
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Chapter 175: “Handling Matters (1)”
In the room, Jun Wu Xie rinsed her mouth repeatedly but was unable to get rid of the taste of blood. She sat by the table, watching the little black cat’s incessant struggle, her eyes tinged with worry.
She raised her hand, as she always did, to stroke its fur.
“Pull through it.” She whispered.
The little black cat did not know how long it struggled for, it only remembered the huge Golden Lion getting nicked by its tiny claws bit by bit. Its body was battered and covered in wounds, trapped in the darkness and it was exhausted as it lay down in the nothingness when it heard a voice call out, a voice all too familiar.
“Meow.”
Jun Wu Xie stirred as she felt a warmth on her cheek as she lifted her heavy eyelids. The little black cat was rubbing itself against her face affectionately.
[Why are you sleeping here?] The little black cat asked, blinking at Jun Wu Xie. It had woken up to find Jun Wu Xie sleeping soundly by the table.
Jun Wu Xie sat up, not answering the little black cat’s question. She surveyed the little one intently and found a stretch of gold collared fur around its neck to its chest. It looked like a gold necklace that was inlaid into its skin with it’s contrasting jet black fur..
The little black cat tilted its head in query and followed the sight of Jun Wu Xie, and discovered the golden fur as it pawed at its chest.
[Hey, this looks just like that big fella’s!] The little black cat exclaimed.
“How do y
ou feel?” Jun Wu Xie asked instead.
[I feel energized! So refreshed! That dumb lion came into my dream somehow, and I ate him up again! Hee hee.] The little black cat proclaimed proudly, with its nose high in the air, and showing off the golden brand on its chest like a badge of honour.
Jun Wu Xie ruffled the fur on its head, finally relieved after a whole night of anxiety, softening her gaze as she looked at the contented little black cat.
The little black cat did not feel any different despite the gold badge and just brushed it off, and didn’t think anymore of it.
Two days later, the Crown Prince Mo Qian Yuan ascended the throne, a nationwide celebration, a newly throned Emperor, royal pardons were granted to lesser criminals.
On the day he ascended the throne, he reformed the Imperial Court system, got rid of the corrupt leeches from their positions of power, and promoted officials of humble birth.
The new Emperor appointed men to officialdom not based on birth or family background, but on ability. This won greater and louder cheers from the people.
While the celebration was going on, a ragged figure was dragged forcefully by two Rui Lin Army guards to stand in a corner during the morning court address, to see Mo Qian Yuan dressed resplendently in his dragon robe, sitting atop the Imperial Throne, directing the ruling of the Kingdom.
“Isn’t this scene just splendid?” Jun Wu Xie walked up and asked the ashen faced old man.
The former Emperor was pale and gaunt, his eyes mired in defeat. He had always carefully protected his throne, and now it was usurped by his detested offspring. To make it worse, he was forced to witness this revolting scene, by Rui Lin Army guards.
Jun Wu Xie’s needles had pierced his eyes, but not enough to blind him, but it made his eyes stay open all the time. He did not want to watch, but the silver needles lodged in his eyes did not allow him to close them.
Jun Wu Xie wanted him to suffer the torment of witnessing his most treasured Imperial Throne, usurped by his hated son!
From being an Emperor that was above all, to become a lowly prisoner. Hit with such a huge setback, the former Emperor hair had turned all white, in just a matter of days, looking decades older.
“Jun Wu Xie, you win. I am defeated, kill as you wish! Do not celebrate just yet! Mo Qian Yuan got the throne by killing his father, you think he will allow Lin Palace to prosper!?” The former emperor looked menacingly at Jun Wu Xie, knowing what Mo Qian Yuan was capable of.
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Chapter 176: “Handling Matters (2)”
If it wasn’t for Jun Wu Xie’s decisive maneuvering, Mo Qian Yuan would never be able to take the throne!
Jun Wu Xie cast a glance at the defeated figure held by the guards, and her eyes went back to the one on the throne, to Mo Qian Yuan who looked heroic up on the podium.
“Why do you think he did it?”
The former Emperor paused, and said through gritted teeth: “Greed and ambitions, what more can it be?”
Jun Wu Xie did not shift her glance, “He was your loyal dog, but you reared him into a wolf. You killed his mother, executed his maternal family, and poisoned him. You cornered him too hard, and broke the father and son kinship. You still have the cheek to claim to be his father?”
This was only too familiar to her. In her past life, she had not been treated like a blood related family member either, she was treated like a dog, locked up all the time. Only in this present life, did she learnt from Jun Xian, what a grandfather was like.
You sowed the seeds, you reap the harvest.
For Mo Qian Yuan to have done what he did, it was all due to the what the former Emperor did to him.
The old man was rendered speechless, and slumped in defeat.
“It’s about time to deal with all of you.” Jun Wu Xie gestured to the Rui Lin Army guards.
The former Emperor was terrified, having developed an instinctive fear of Jun Wu Xie. He wanted to shout out, but was gagged mercilessly by the Rui Lin Army guards, and dragged away from the corner of the main hall.
The Imperial Dungeon had always been where the Imperial Family carried out their most dastardly deeds. It was very well concealed and was dark and dismal. Few beyond the Imperial Family knew of its existence. Over the generations of rule, countless executions of people who opposed the rulers were carried out here, including Jun Xian who was previously held here, to await his death.
The former Emperor was dragged into the dungeon, the chain from his leg irons dragged on the stone floor, the sound of metal hitting stone ringing clearly. In the quiet empty dungeon, the clear sound was magnified by the echoes.
On the two opposing sides of the dungeon, behind two sets of iron bars, Mo Xuan Fei and Bai Yun Xian were locked up separately. The ringing clatter of the chain shocked them awake them from their nightmare filled sleep. They opened their eyes wide, looking outside.
Mo Xuan Fei had long lost his haughty air of being the Second Prince with his contractual spirit destroyed, his legs crippled, and both his arms cuffed to the wheelchair. He had to sleep upright in the wheelchair with his head lolling around, and his clothes were already filthy, so covered with blood, grime and dirt that its colour was now indistinguishable. His messy mop of hair had strands of straw dangling, his face pale from the torment of pain, cheeks sunken, eyes devoid of any emotion, but terror.
He did not look human, even if this battered and decrepit cripple was thrown onto the streets, no one would believe he was once the suave, haughty Second Prince.
He was shocked awake by the noise from the chain, his face a mask of fear as he saw his father dragged into his cell like livestock, and thrown on the floor.
“Second Prince, I trust you have been well.” A cold chill voice sounded suddenly from outside the cell. Mo Xuan Fei shrank from the voice, and started trembling uncontrollably.
His teeth chattered as he turned his head, to see Jun Wu Xie standing just beyond the bars.
She wore a dress of light blue, the cool colour matching her cold personality, and her exquisite face was expressionless, her eyes like dry wells, looking upon a lifeless dog.
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Chapter 177: “Handling Matters (3)”
Mo Xuan Fei wanted to hide in the corner, but with him bound in the wheelchair, he could not go anywhere.
“Wh….. What do you want?” Mo Xuan Fei stuttered in fear, having his contractual spirit ripped apart from him had brought torment not just physically, but had wreaked his soul as well. The pain had just subsided, but at the sight of Jun Wu Xie, the pain all came back with a vengeance.
Jun Wu Xie glanced at him and did not say anything more, but turned around to the other cell.
In there, a girl in white hugged her knees tightly, trying her best to stay hidden in a corner, as her shivers rustled the dry straw below her.
Compared to the gaunt faced and disheveled Mo Xuan Fei, Bai Yun Xian had been treated much better.
Although she was locked up in the cell, her freedom restricted, the Rui Lin Army guards gave her fresh food and clean drinking water, warm water to wash with and clean clothes to change into. This had allowed the disciple of the Qing Yun Clan, to maintain a presentable outlook at the very least.
The difference in the treatment, had ignited a sense of hope in her, that Jun Wu Xie might not kill her after all.
Despite that glimmer of hope she harboured, she did not dare go against Jun Wu Xie in any way possible.
“Drag her out.” Jun Wu Xie commanded the Rui Lin Army guards.
The guards opened the cell door and dragged Bai Yun Xian out. She lowered her gaze, stood trembling, unable to look into Jun Wu Xie’s eyes.
She did not know what was going to happen, she could only pray that Jun Wu Xie did not intend to kill her.
“Bring him out.” Jun Wu Xie said, pointing at Mo Xuan Fei.
Mo Xuan Fei was wheeled out of his cell, while the distraught former Emperor sat within the cell, and watched Jun Wu Xie, as he cowered in fear.
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p; “How are you skills in medicine in the Qing Yun Clan?” Jun Wu Xie asked of the pale Bai Yun Xian.
Bai Yun Xian jumped in shock, and was too afraid to answer Jun Wu Xie. Her confidence in medicine had been savagely shredded into nothing by Jun Wu Xie.
With Bai Yun Xian’s silence, she then instructed the Rui Lin Army guard: “Pry open the Second Prince’s mouth.”
Mo Xuan Fei’s heart sank, and was helpless to struggle. His legs were useless and his hands bound to the wheelchair, rendering him immobile. The Rui Lin Army guard forced his mouth open, and he could only scream in terror.
Jun Wu Xie raised her hand and dropped a black pill into Mo Xuan Fei’s throat, and he was forced to swallow it.
“Watch.” Jun Wu Xie told Bai Yun Xian.
Bai Yun Xian gulped in silence.
In the next moment, Mo Xuan Fei who was bound to the wheelchair started trashing about and wailing in anguish. Green splotches appeared and spread across his face and started to swell. The flesh split at the boils and grew into red bloody gooey wounds and slowly turned dark. The green splotches spread to his neck and throughout his body. The once dashing suave Second Prince had in a moment, turned into a rotting flesh monster. He continued to wail, as the rotted flesh dripped onto the ground, emitting a foul odour.
Bai Yun Xian was almost driven to madness at the sight! If it was not for the Rui Lin Army guards holding her, she would have tumbled to the ground when she lost all strength in her legs witnessing it.
The once handsome and dashing prince, had turned into a hellish monster before her eye!
At this point, Mo Xuan Fei was just like a corpse that did not stop rotting!
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Chapter 178: “Handling Matters (4)”
“Pry open her mouth.” Jun Wu Xie commanded coldly.
Bai Yun Xian who had already been scared out of her wits, went berserk at those words. She kicked and clawed against the guards’ firm grip, screaming at the top of her lungs, tears running freely down her face, a wretched sight to behold.
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