A tall, muscular man in arrow-sleeved clothing approached, surrounded by others. He examined the scholar and, stroking his short beard, said, “This guy is almost dead. I don’t want him! Take him to town and find a doctor!”
The sickly scholar was surprised, realizing these were not his enemies.
A thin tenant farmer laughed, “Second Master, though this scholar is weak, he’s quite handsome. Why not take him back for the young mistress to see?”
The big man nodded, “He looks better than you all. Fine, bring him back.”
“Go find a doctor to examine him at the manor, and be quick about it!”
The thin tenant farmer Zhou Liuzi agreed and ran off, while others escorted the sickly scholar in another direction, accompanied by several bound young men. The scholar observed quietly, realizing that these young men were also captured by the big man. But for what purpose? Could this man be interested in male companionship?
The scholar glanced at the young men—some white, some dark, some tall, some short—yet all attractive. These days, even single men weren’t safe traveling. He touched the pills in his ear, a hint of ruthlessness crossing his face.
A tenant farmer cheerfully remarked, “These guys are better than yesterday’s catch. The young mistress will surely find one she likes. Second Master, you’ll find a son-in-law this time!”
The big man sighed, “Can’t be sure. My daughter is very picky. If she doesn’t like these, we’ll have to catch more tomorrow!”
The scholar’s eyelid twitched. So they were kidnapping men for his daughter—what kind of fierce, ugly woman would need to kidnap a husband?
The standard female voice mentioned: “Host, among the men present is this text’s sick and clingy character.”
So quickly? What good luck. Ruan Ning looked around and spotted the pale-faced handsome man who could barely stand while supporting the corridor pillar—could it be him?
“Yes,” the standard female voice quickly confirmed.
Ruan Ning: …
This was truly a sickly and clingy character, deeply ill and fragile.
“What’s your name?” Ruan Ning asked the scholar.
He kept his eyes lowered, his voice devoid of warmth: “Ji Mingshao.”
“It’s you.”
Author’s note: This is a warm and sweet text~
Chapter 96: The Female King’s Captured Husband
