Xie Xianyu looked at him calmly, "This is my home, Your Highness, don't worry."
"Family? As far as I know, that Miss Bai and the Xie family are only distant relatives..."
Xie Xianyu interrupted him coldly, "Your Highness should be worried about whether Beiliang can still obtain a marriage alliance with the Western Zhou after the fall of the Prince of Jin. And whether this peace treaty can still be negotiated."
Li Jingzhao's face stiffened slightly, and he heard the implicit warning in his words.
Xie Xianyu didn't say anything else and walked straight past him into the Qinzheng Hall.
It was not until midnight that he left the palace and returned home.
The emperor sympathized with his hard work and asked him to stay in the palace, but he declined on the grounds that he had some unfinished business at home. Only then did the emperor make an exception and open the palace gates for him to leave at night.
Returning to Songhe Garden, he pushed open the door and saw her lying on the bed with her back to him. Her slender figure was gracefully outlined by the candlelight. She was not wearing socks, and her white and tender feet were stepping on the brocade quilt. The thin silver chain was against the skin of her ankle, emitting a bright light.
His eyes darkened a little, perhaps because he hadn't had her for too long, or because the night was too hazy, but his heart, which had been empty for a long time, was faintly restless.
Wanruo was not asleep. She heard his footsteps coming back, but she didn't want to pay attention to him and just pretended to be asleep.
But unexpectedly, he suddenly stood there motionless, and she felt as if a wild wolf was staring at her back, making her scalp tingle.
She finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned over to look at him, but she met a pair of deep and dark eyes.
Her heart suddenly tightened, she propped herself up and sat up from the bed, swallowing her saliva: "You're back."
He stared at her with his dark eyes and walked closer to her step by step, like a wolf ready to pounce, ready to devour her in one gulp if she wasn't careful.
Wanruo's palms were sweating, and her face turned pale with fear at his appearance. She couldn't help but move back while sitting on the bed.
But he took big steps and reached the bed in just three or two steps. He bent down and grabbed the silver chain.
Her left foot was forced to pull over, and he touched her slender ankle along the cold silver chain, pulled it into his arms, and pulled Wanruo back to the bed.
Wanruo was forced to fall on the bed. He knelt on one knee on the bed and leaned over her. He stared at her soft lips and wanted to kiss her.
"Get away from me!" Wanruo turned her head away and struggled desperately.
The charming atmosphere was interrupted, and a hint of hostility was surging in his eyes.
She was so angry that she kicked him with her hands and feet. The silver chain on her foot made a crisp jingling sound. Suddenly, she exerted force with her right hand and hit the wound on his left chest.
He groaned, staring at her with sinister eyes.
She was frightened by his creepy aura. Her eyes, which were sometimes cunning and sometimes rebellious, now showed fear and she didn't even dare to move.
He felt inexplicably upset and would rather she disobeyed him.
He let go of her, sat down on the edge of the bed, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down.
Wanruo hurriedly got up from the bed and sat far away from him, but the chain on her foot was only that long, so she couldn't be much further away.
He looked at her, his eyes cold: "Change the medicine for me."
There was a hint of hatred in Wanruo's eyes, and she didn't move at all. She wished he would bleed to death, and she still wanted to change his dressing?
"Either change my dressing or we continue. Your choice."
Wanruo froze and stared at him.
He was not in a hurry and just waited calmly.
Finally, she softened: "Where is the medicine?"
He stood up, took the medicine box from the shelf, put it on the bed, and then looked at her.
Wanruo had no choice but to move over. There were only two candles in the room, and it was not bright. She looked closer and found that there was already bright red blood on the left collar of his chest. She was afraid that the wound she had just hit him had been torn open.
She felt a rare sense of relief in her heart. When she looked up and met his dark eyes, her heartbeat stopped for a moment. Afraid that he could see what she was thinking, she hurriedly lowered her eyes and said, "Take off your clothes."
Xie Xianyu didn't move at all.
Wanruo gritted her teeth secretly, and finally started to undress him. She untied the leather belt around his waist, unbuttoned his robe, took off his outer robe, and saw that his inner clothes were stuck to the wound.
Xie Xianyu lowered his head to look at the woman who was busy moving around in front of him like a little squirrel. Her hair brushed against his neck from time to time, stirring his heartstrings.
Still cuter this way.
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