Mu Chen’s tone immediately turned cold: “Say one more word and I’ll kill you.”
The female voice paused, utterly helpless: “She betrayed you, yet you don’t resent her at all.”
A fierce slap fell, and the bed lightened – she was probably slapped to the ground by Mu Chen.
My heart skipped a beat; I’ll continue pretending to sleep, keep on pretending.
“I don’t resent her? I wish I could kill her!”
The female voice suddenly grew loud: “Then why do you keep saving her? If you hadn’t gone to save her, you wouldn’t have fallen into the Bone River, wouldn’t have gone blind, wouldn’t be a disabled wreck!”
She was shouting so loudly that even a deaf person would wake up. I slowly opened my eyes, looking at them innocently. She was very beautiful, with round eyes showing an incredibly determined expression. Her face still bore five finger marks. I felt slightly guilty looking at her, but she turned away defiantly.
Mu Chen bent down, grabbed her hair, and dragged her out.
She screamed: “You can’t kill me! You promised me you’d never kill me! Would a realm lord go back on his word to a small peony flower?”
Mu Chen said grimly: “I won’t kill you, but I’ll chop off your limbs and let you suffer in the ghost forest, worse than death!”
I looked at him in shock, hesitating before reaching out to grab his wrist, my pleading voice trembling: “Let her go…”
The peony flower looked at me with hatred, staring uncomfortably.
Mu Chen’s hand suddenly loosened, and he kicked her: “Get out.”
The peony flower covered her stomach, her face pale, and retreated. I sighed in relief, quickly letting go of his hand. This movement made my wound throb, almost making me pass out.
Mu Chen reached out: “I’ll have Qing Yuan find you a physician.”
Hearing Qing Yuan’s name, I perked up: “I want to see Qing Yuan.”
Mu Chen said flatly: “Okay.”
I was overjoyed.
“First, heal your wounds.”
I wilted.
