Chapter 49 The Evil Cat Princess Who Bewitched the Kingdom 10

Jiang Yebai lowered his head: "What does Your Majesty intend to do with this... palace maid?"

The only men who could remain in the palace, besides the guards, were eunuchs.

Lu Wenjing looked down at the person in his arms.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Xie Rong was so sleepy that he nestled in his arms and closed his eyes.

Just like when she was a cat, she would bar her teeth and claws at him when she was awake, but once she was sleepy, she would snuggle into his arms and treat him as her nest.

She only clings to him, not to anyone else.

"Weren't people in court clamoring about selecting concubines for me yesterday? As you wish, I will immediately bestow upon him the title of Imperial Concubine."

He could never possibly fall in love with a cat demon; it was just a way to shut those old geezers up.

Lu Wenjing carried the person back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Eunuch Liu led several palace servants to bring hot water, poured it into the bath tub, and then left the main hall, closing the hall door tightly.

He casually tore off Xie Rong's tattered gauze dress, which fluttered to his feet. Under the candlelight, his snow-white skin was particularly dazzling. Lu Wenjing's breathing became slightly heavy. He turned his head away and threw Xie Rong into the bathtub.

With a splash, Xie Rong's bloodstains were washed away by the water. In the past, this bathtub was much shallower than usual so that it would be easier for the emperor to bathe his cat.

When Xie Rong transforms into a cat, he loves to swim around in the bathtub with his four paws dangling in the air. Every time he gets excited, he splashes water all over Lu Wenjing, baring his two sharp teeth and meowing, using this to threaten the man into playing in the water with him.

Even though he's changed now, he's not much better off.

Those two long, slender, snow-white legs splashed around in the bathtub a few times, water spraying all over Lu Wenjing's face.

Xie Rong gripped the edge of the bathtub with both hands to steady herself, glanced at Lu Wenjing, and then deliberately splashed her feet in the water.

"Fun?" Lu Wenjing wiped the water off his face and gripped one of the restless feet tightly with his rough hands.

She regretted it as soon as she grabbed him.

The water was already shaking violently, and Xie Rong's legs were lifted up, revealing his thighs that were originally underwater. To make matters worse, the owner of those legs was looking at him with smug eyes.

How can a cat be so shameless in front of a man?

Back when it was still a cat, it might have already done some shady things with other wild cats in the palace.

"What did you do with that guard while you were sitting on him?" Lu Wenjing gripped the slender ankle in his palm and slowly pulled it toward himself, but he avoided looking at the body half-hidden in the mist.

After all, he's not gay.

"Why would you need to take off his clothes to dig out his heart?"

"You mean that?" Xie Rong glanced at the torn gauze on the ground. "I can take it off whenever I want."

Lu Wenjing chuckled in exasperation, rubbing his fingertips against the slightly protruding ankle bone. "What do you call yourself?"

"What, are you the only one allowed to call yourself that?" Xie Rong coldly returned his gaze, her beautiful eyebrows twisting in an instant. She curled her hands into claws and viciously scratched a bloody mark on his neck. "I am the Cat King, and all the cats here obey me! Understand?"

"And the dragon robe you're wearing, take it off and it's mine too!"

Lu Wenjing raised his hand to touch the wound on his neck, then looked down at the bloodstains on his fingertips.

How ridiculous! How could he, the mighty Emperor of Dafeng, be forced to abdicate and rebel by a cat?

If word gets out, people will laugh their heads off.

We must teach this unruly little stray cat a lesson today.

Lu Wenjing bent down to scoop the person out of the bathtub, but all he could touch with his palm was smooth, soft flesh, which would slip away from his grasp if he wasn't careful.

[Host, the protagonist is about to ambush you!] the system shouted.

[The host is good, the protagonist is bad!]

Xie Rong now possesses abundant demonic power; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to so easily extract the heart of a strong guard. Although this abundant demonic power is only temporary, he still needs to continuously extract hearts.

He grabbed Lu Wenjing by the neck without expression, dragged the much taller and stronger man into the bathtub, and sat down on the man's waist and abdomen.

"If you don't want to take it off, I'll help you," Xie Rong said, tearing off his waist sash, removing his twelve tassels, and stripping off his elaborate black dragon robe.

Lu Wenjing's eyes were bloodshot, as if he wished he could kill him.

A dignified emperor being humiliated like this must have been filled with intense hatred.

It's perfectly normal for the protagonist to hate the villain, but Xie Rong is afraid that the villain's hatred isn't deep enough, which means that he hasn't been ruthless enough.

After an incense stick has burned.

Lu Wenjing, with his hair disheveled and covered in scratches, sat up from the bathtub.

Following his gaze, one could see Xie Rong sitting in front of a bronze mirror, wearing an ill-fitting dragon robe, excitedly putting on twelve tassels in front of the mirror.

But the twelve-tassel crown was also the wrong size, and it always pressed down on his cat ears.

Xie Rong's thin eyebrows pressed heavily over his eyes. He slammed the twelve-tasseled hairpin to the ground, and the jade beads on it scattered with a clatter.

"What kind of lousy hat is this? Are you trying to make me wear it on purpose?" He walked to the bathtub, his eyes still slightly red, and patted Lu Wenjing's face. "Have someone make me a new one tomorrow, got it?"

Lu Wenjing glanced at the dragon robe he was wearing.

It hung loosely on his body, still retaining his scent. Of course, now it carried both of their scents—wasn't that Xie Rong's intention?

She likes a dragon robe that smells of him so much? And she even cinched her waist so tightly to show him off. What does she take him for?

He was a monarch, the most noble man in the world, not the kind of beast who wouldn't even spare a cat.

Lu Wenjing's gaze darkened slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "You really like wearing the same clothes as me?"

"Fine, I'll have someone make it for you."

"You're smart enough to know your place," Xie Rong said, her eyes crinkling as her slender hand gently stroked the man's strong facial features.

But he gradually stopped smiling, and the curve of his lips slowly flattened out.

"Why...why is your life always so good? You're born either rich or an emperor?" Xie Rong moved even closer to the man's face, their noses touching. He nervously pressed his eyes against the man's, muttering to himself, "Why do I have to have my heart ripped out, steal, cheat, rob, and do all sorts of bad things to get what I want?"

Xie Rong paused suddenly, and his eyes slowly brightened.

"I know, I know! I'm so smart." He muttered to himself, then couldn't help but laugh to himself.

His shoulders shook from laughing, and his eyes glistened with tears.

Why did he only think of that now!

What's the point of slandering or tormenting the protagonist? In the end, doesn't everyone just follow the plot and become the superior person?

He wants this damned protagonist to do bad things with him! To be cursed by everyone together!

He wanted to make Heaven watch helplessly as the protagonist was destroyed.

Just like him, utterly destroyed!

Xie Rong gently stroked the wound on Lu Wenjing's neck with her fingertips.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

Lu Wenjing frowned: "What's wrong with you?"

Xie Rong said softly, "Bring me a few more people to feed me, and I'll never scratch you again, okay?"