In other words, Lu Xingjian was magnanimous and did not take the opportunity to punish him for regicide.

They really have no sense of proportion.

She glared fiercely at Xiao Bin.

Xiao Bin was slightly taken aback, lowered his head, and stood stiff as a statue.

His right hand was clenched into a fist.

After three years of being through thick and thin together, this was the first time she had ever expressed dissatisfaction with him.

The reason, however, was that he wanted to win her over.

That glance was as heavy as a thousand pounds, its damage far exceeding that of losing the duel.

Lu Xingjian put his arm around Su Wanwan's shoulder in a cheerful mood: "Let's go."

In this duel, he did not use his status as emperor to crush Xiao Bin.

It was simply a contest of strength and wits between two men.

The real victory is winning Wanwan's heartache and care.

Su Nan stood in a distant corner, quietly watching this scene, and then quietly left.

Su Wanwan didn't know if his internal injuries had recurred, so she obediently followed him into the inn where he was staying.

One by one, he removed his armor and clothing.

Only after confirming that he had no other external injuries except for a large red patch on his chest did I feel a little relieved.

"Should we call the imperial physician to examine the internal injuries?"

"It's alright." With Su Wanwan's help, Lu Xingjian put on his undergarments.

He pulled Su Wanwan down to sit, his expression serious:

"Wanwan, in this duel, all I want is a promise from you."

Su Wanwan's heart tightened. She took a slow breath and said in a deep voice, "Go ahead."

"Three months."

Su Wanwan raised an eyebrow at him, quietly waiting for him to continue.

Lu Xingjian looked into her eyes and said, "Don't remarry within three months."

"Wait for me to come and propose marriage."

“If I can’t do that, you can choose any suitable husband you want in three months.” His voice was slightly hoarse.