"It's good that you know, sir." Chu Huaixu lightly tapped the tip of his nose with his fingertip, his tone flippant. "So I'm just innocently implicated by you, sir. You must protect me well and not let me die."
Even a single expressionless glance from him was enough to overwhelm Song Ting, let alone his deliberate seduction. Under his every smile and frown, Song Ting almost couldn't suppress the desires in his heart, and for a moment, he almost wanted to confess everything.
He made his promise countless times: "I will not let anyone hurt you..."
"My lord! Commander! Her Majesty is in trouble again!" A palace maid rushed in from outside, knocking on Song Ting's door, her voice coming very close.
Song Tingxiang tried to get up, but Chu Huaixu grabbed her. The man had handsome features and a charming smile: "Where are you going, my lord?"
"Empress Dowager..."
"My lord, you're thinking of someone else while you're on my ( )? Is it because I haven't served you well?" A hand suddenly grabbed Song Ting... The latter was both surprised and excited, and subconsciously pulled Chu Huaixu towards her and kissed him.
Chu Huaixu chuckled and dodged away, burying his face in Song Ting's neck and letting out a few more muffled laughs...
In an instant, chaotic breathing and a pounding heartbeat assaulted Song Ting's reason.
To be honest, Chu Huaixu wasn't good at this. Sometimes he was too lenient, sometimes too harsh, sometimes making Song Ting's heart itch, and sometimes making her wonder if he was deliberately punishing her.
But the psychological pleasure surpassed all of that. Song Ting felt an unprecedented tension and excitement. Just thinking that Huai Xu was helping him almost made him...
"Lord Song...Lord Song...Have you gone to sleep yet?" the person outside the door urged anxiously.
At first, Song Ting could still notice the commotion outside, but soon he couldn't pay attention to anything else because Chu Huaixu was whispering in his ear, bewitching him:
"My lord, please concentrate. If you're thinking about other women at a time like this, I'll be very sad..."
When Song Ting finally got into Chu Huai Xu's room..., the palace maid named Chun Xin was already yelling for Yang Zhao Wen to bang on the door.
"Commander Song, if you don't speak up soon, I'm going to break down the door." Yang Zhaowen knocked on the door, drawing his sword as he warned him.
The next second, the door was pushed open from the inside. Song Ting appeared in the doorway with his hands behind his back.
Let's go.
His face turned as red as if he had a fever, but his expression was no different from usual. With a slight glance, Chunxin didn't even dare to look him in the eye.
Yang Zhaowen was also startled by that look in his eyes.
A soft chuckle came from behind the door: "Thank you for your patronage today, sir. Please come again next time, but remember to bring a tip. You're a commander now, don't be so stingy..."
Upon hearing his voice, Song Ting almost lost her footing and stumbled. Her face, which had been flushed, now turned bright red, even her ears.
Upon seeing this, Chunxin couldn't help but feel alarmed.
Who would have thought that the cold-hearted and ruthless King of Hell would have such a side?
—She can even be shy.
"What's the situation now?" Song Ting's gaze pressed down on her as if it were a tangible force.
Chunxin dared not think any further. She lowered her head and replied in a low voice, "Before I came out, she had already vomited blood three times and was unconscious. Zhang Bingzhi and that Master Kongxing were both there."
"But please rest assured, my lord, Aunt Ruyi has already woken up and is watching over us. Before I came out, I overheard that the master said that only by strangling Young Master Huaiyue can the curse be broken."
Upon hearing the word "death," Song Ting's face darkened. Chunxin dared not say anything and silently led the way.
—That scarred bald monk actually wants to kill that Young Master Huaiyue; does he think he's lived long enough?
That young master is the apple of everyone's eye, cherished like a precious jewel.
That night, the Empress Dowager's condition became more dangerous than ever before. Song Ting worked tirelessly to help her circulate her internal energy to expel the poison, barely managing to keep her alive.
But everyone knew in their hearts that the Empress Dowager was probably not going to make it.
"My lord, please have a bowl of hot porridge." Ruyi brought a bowl of plain porridge and a side dish from the kitchen.
Song Ting had stayed up all night, depleting too much of his true energy. His complexion wasn't much better than the Empress Dowager's. He had been busy with various matters lately, and the wound in his heart hadn't healed for a long time.
Especially last night's... the wound seems to have reopened.
At this time, only the two maids, Ruyi and Chunxin, as well as Song Ting and Master Kongwu, were in the room. Zhang Bingzhi had originally been keeping watch as well, but he was getting old and couldn't stay up for most of the night, so Chunxin persuaded him to go back.
"You two go out first. I have something to say to Master Kongxing." After drinking two more mouthfuls of porridge, Song Ting instructed Ruyi and Chunxin.
Kongxing was chanting sutras with his eyes closed when he heard this. He opened his eyes and looked over, meeting Song Ting's gaze. Song Ting nodded to him: "Master Kongxing."
The latter also nodded and performed a Buddhist salute.
Ruyi and Chunxin exchanged a glance, then stood up and said, "We'll stay outside. Please feel free to call us if you have any orders, sir."
The Empress Dowager's room had two rooms, an inner and an outer one. The outer room was originally where several palace maids who served the Empress Dowager slept. Later, when the Empress Dowager had an accident, Song Ting and Zhang Bingzhi stayed there as well.
Only the Dakini Master was allowed to enter the inner room to chant sutras and pray for blessings beside the Empress Dowager.
Even Song Ting only enters the inner room when he is using his internal energy to expel the poison. It is unreasonable for him to send the maid away and stay alone with the monk like this.
But the situation was urgent, and no one had time to think about that.
Kongxing, however, glanced nervously at Song Ting again. He had heard of the formidable reputation of this Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard and knew that the other party would not leave him alone without a reason.
But she wasn't sure what he was up to, and her anxiety grew. She kept stealing glances at Song Ting.
However, the latter sat motionless, his face expressionless. It was as if he genuinely disliked the large number of people in the room and had sent away the extras.
Kongxing observed anxiously, but seeing no action from the other party, he gradually relaxed, thinking that he was just overthinking things.
But just as Kongxing breathed a sigh of relief, Song Ting's gaze suddenly fell upon him: "How many years has the master been cultivating in the temple?"
Although the gaze was cold and the tone was flat, it wasn't harsh either; the manner of speaking was more like a casual chat born of boredom.
Kongxing's heart clenched again, but he said calmly, "In two more months, it will be three years."
Hearing this, Song Ting smiled, downed the bowl of white porridge in one gulp, and gently tapped the white porcelain bowl into the food box.
"To achieve such success in just three years, the master must truly have a connection with Buddhism."
Unbeknownst to Kongxing, cold sweat had crept onto his forehead: "I wouldn't dare."
"You're too kind, Master. But Master—" Song Ting smiled again, slowly stood up, and suddenly moved closer with incredible speed!
Kongxing was startled by the ghostly figure, and a look of terror immediately appeared on his face. However, before he could react, his right hand was firmly grabbed by Song Ting.
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