Chapter 205: Refusing to Admit

Han Muchen's big hand gently stroked Qin Chuchu's belly, his brows furrowed.

This woman's belly is always warm every day, not as cold as it is today. She is sleeping so restlessly now, probably because she has her period.

Feng Wu said that women are weak during menstruation and are most afraid of catching a cold, so he leaned forward.

He wrapped Qin Chuchu's thin body in his own body, and activated his internal strength, transferring streams of warmth to his palms.

Qin Chuchu, who had been sleeping restlessly, felt surrounded by warmth. She subconsciously snuggled into the man's arms again and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, when she opened her eyes, everything around her was already cold.

I thought the living devil would be sitting in the front hall waiting for me to have breakfast as usual.

When she finished washing up and went to the front hall, she did not see any trace of the man.

Breakfast was already on the table, but unlike usual, there was an extra bowl of dark red water.

"Aunt Liu, what is this?"

She stared straight at the bowl of dark red water, then put her nose close to it, and her brows suddenly frowned.

It has ginger in it, a very strong ginger flavor.

"Princess, this is the ginger and sugar water that the prince asked me to make before he left. It's to keep you warm."

Aunt Liu smiled with relief, thinking that the prince had finally come to his senses and learned how to care for women.

If things continue to develop in this way, I guess there will be hope for the young master.

Seeing the princess staring at the ginger sugar water with her mouth wide open, I knew she didn't want to drink it anymore.

"Princess, when the prince left, he repeatedly told me to make sure you drank this ginger and sugar water. He said if you didn't, he would have me make you another big bowl of it when he returned."

“…………” Qin Chuchu choked.

I was just trying to find an excuse to avoid this bowl of ginger sugar water, but since they said so, it seemed like I couldn't avoid it.

If you don't drink this, when the King of Hell comes back, he will definitely make you a big bowl of it.

Looking at the dark and spicy ginger sugar water in the bowl, she frowned.

He let out a long breath, looking very determined, and took a sip while pinching his nose.

Maybe it’s because of the addition of brown sugar, the taste is not as bad as I imagined.

But it was still a taste she hated, so she closed her eyes, drank it in two or three gulps, and handed the bowl to Aunt Liu.

"By the way, Aunt Liu, where did the prince go?"

The living devil stays at home every day and rarely goes out. Today is Chinese New Year, and he disappeared early in the morning. No one knows where he went.

"Oh, I don't know. The prince just said that he had something to do and would be back before evening."

As soon as Aunt Liu finished speaking, she casually glanced outside.

The prince goes to the training camp to see the children on this day every year. I don’t know how many years this has been.

At this moment, in a devilish training camp deep in the mountains, Han Muchen was standing with his hands behind his back, watching the killers train.

These are all orphans who were taken in by men when they were desperate and about to starve to death or freeze to death.

Although they are doing some dangerous things that require their brains and require only a penny to be spent, they are willing to do it.

It is so much better than those times when we were hungry and often bullied.

Seeing that the prince came to see them again, the killers put all their efforts into it, from basic training to fighting each other, and did not regard each other as their own.

His movements were swift and each move was deadly, causing the man beside him to nod continuously.

“Yeah, not bad!”

Seeing that another group of people had completed training, Han Muchen was very pleased. He seemed to remember something and turned to look at Feng Qi beside him.

“Have those been brought back?”

"My Lord, they have all been brought back and buried."

As Feng Qi spoke, he pointed to the distant hillside and the densely packed stone tablets on it, and his face darkened.

Every time we go on a mission, the number of casualties is never more than single digits, unlike this time when the losses were so heavy, with more than 900 lives lost.

“…………”Han Muchen’s eyes were deep.

Following the direction of Feng Qi's finger, he looked towards the hillside and walked over after a brief hesitation.

This is the cemetery where the sacrificed killers were buried. There were not many of them originally, but yesterday more than 900 were buried here at once, almost covering half of the hillside.

Looking at the neatly carved tombstones, one's heart aches.

I kept a record of this debt with Han Mulei in my heart, and I will make him repay it double in the future.

He took the incense stick from Feng Liu's hand and inserted one on each tombstone in turn.

This is the custom among men, they come here to worship every year, but there are too many people this year.

By the time we finished worshipping everyone, it was already noon.

As in previous years, we had lunch together before heading back.

On the other side, Qin Chuchu ate lunch alone. She thought she would have a delicious lunch at noon because she didn't have to look at the cold face of the living devil.

I don’t know if it was because of my period, but I lost my appetite after eating only half a bowl. I felt that the dishes were tasteless, so I thought that Aunt Liu’s cooking skills were not good today.

But when she went back to her bedroom to sleep, she didn't fall asleep glued to the pillow like she did every day. She tossed and turned for a long time but still couldn't fall asleep.

I simply got up and went to the front hall, but it still felt empty.

It’s really strange, does this period have such a big impact on her?

In her previous life, when she had her period, she would eat and drink as usual, almost the same as usual.

It’s not like now. Not only does my mouth have a bland taste, but I also feel very depressed, as if I’m in menopause.

When Aunt Liu came in, she saw Qin Chuchu picking her fingers boredly, and she curled the corners of her mouth.

"Princess, I guess the prince will be back soon!"

"Oh, I didn't wait for him." Qin Chuchu looked up at Aunt Liu.

She wasn't waiting for the King of Hell, she just felt bored staying alone.

Seeing the princess's refusal to admit it, Aunt Liu smiled.

"If you find it really boring, Princess, then you can go out for a walk."

"Go shopping?" Qin Chuchu looked up.

Looking outside in the direction of Aunt Liu's finger, she remembered that she still had two pets to while away the time.

"I'm going to find Feng Jiu and the others!"

After saying that, he hurriedly picked up his shoes and was about to put them on.

"Princess, Feng Jiu has also gone with the prince!"

"What? Feng Jiu is going too?"

Qin Chuchu looked dissatisfied.

I don’t know where that living devil went, and he didn’t even say he would take me with him.

Even Feng Jiu went, and since the little cannon was always inseparable from it, it must have gone with it too.

He threw his shoes onto the ground and sat back on the chaise longue.

Seeing the princess's pouting lips that looked like they could hang an oil bottle from them, Aunt Liu smiled.

"Feng Jiu has gone with the prince, but the princess can go play with the little cannon!"

"Didn't the little cannon go with you?"

Qin Chuchu became energetic again, which was really unexpected. After all, those two guys were inseparable.

"No, I'm lying in the tent!"

"Okay, then I'll go find the little cannon to play with!"

Qin Chuchu grinned, put on her shoes and ran out.

But when she saw the little cannon opening and closing its mouth, her face suddenly changed.

“………………”

Oh no! This little thing is dying!