Chapter 32
Di Lou watched all of this unfold.
Teenagers are the most dangerous things in the world.
Of all people to mess with, why did he have to provoke his cousin?
Di Lou silently worried for the Empress.
Those who are targeted by their cousins rarely end up well.
Not to mention, she had offended the girl who had recently been the boy's favorite.
The glory of the queen, the source of life, could only go so far.
Anyway, they deserve to die.
The infamy that was once placed on innocent girls is now being completely returned to them.
They truly deserve to die!
But the cruelest thing is that if you mess with his cousin, he might not even give you his life.
Night had fallen.
Only the lights in the corridors of the palace were still on, and the clock on the wall ticked softly in the quiet atmosphere, so quiet that one was reluctant to break the silence.
Mu Xiang glanced one last time at the sleeping person on the bed before finally relaxing. Holding her breath, she carefully closed the door.
Just as Mu Xiang closed the door and took a few steps, a message came from the smartwatch on her wrist: "How is it?"
That was sent by Her Majesty the Empress.
Mu Xiang honestly answered the Queen with her wristwatch, "I'm asleep."
Just after typing and sending the message, Mu Xiang couldn't help but send another message adding, "Sleeping soundly."
The other party replied, "That's good."
The queen seems to really like her master.
Mu Xiang thought to herself.
Not only did I feel happy, but the corners of my lips even curved up.
This is for the best; the Empress is kind, and so is the Emperor.
The probability of conflict between the two people in the future can be greatly reduced.
Mu Xiang put down her smartwatch and was about to take a step when a steady sound of footsteps approached from afar.
Mu Xiang subconsciously raised her head and looked in the direction of the sound, where a tall, slender figure immediately came into view.
Mu Xiang stumbled backward, her face showing surprise. "Master?"
His footsteps didn't seem to indicate he was heading back to his room; instead, he walked past his own door.
Before Mu Xiang could react, she saw Hughes stop in his tracks at the doorway.
That was Xia Qian's room.
However, Hughes did not rush in. He turned his gaze to Mu Xiang beside him and asked softly, "Is she asleep?"
"Sleep, go to sleep."
Mu Xiang came to her senses, but she had no idea what her master was planning to do.
But whatever it was, as a slave, Mu Xiang could only honestly answer all the questions truthfully.
"The Lord is sleeping quite soundly."
"Understood, you may leave."
Mu Xiang was taken aback, "But..."
Mu Xiang didn't know what she was supposed to do. Her mind was blank. Before she could even figure out what she wanted to say, she saw Hughes walk past her and gently turn the doorknob.
Before Mu Xiang could react, Hughes silently entered.
It's like letting a wolf in.
This thought inexplicably flashed through Mu Xiang's mind.
Before Mu Xiang could think any further, the wolf in her eyes had already arrived at the girl's bedside.
The girl slept very peacefully, not kicking off the covers, her whole body curled up in the blankets, her sleeping face serene.
Only a small hand was sticking out, and the cold wind blew in through the open window, making the originally warm room feel even colder.
The girl was shivering from the cold; even in her sleep, she was very sensitive to the cold.
Its thin body trembled slightly, pitifully like a stray kitten shivering in the cold wind.
Hughes bent down and gently placed her exposed little hand back under the covers, his movements so light and gentle that he didn't disturb the sleeping girl.
This time, without Hughes saying a word, Mu Xiang had already closed the door on her own and left the room quietly and silently.
No matter what, her master is the least likely person to harm her lord.
How could she possibly come up with the idea of letting a wolf in?
How can such a carnivorous and terrifying beast be mentioned alongside one's master?
The master treats Miss Xia the best.
I would never do anything to hurt her!
Mu Xiang was very young and grew up constantly watching how others perceived her, so she was very perceptive of malice.
However, she never sensed any malice from that cold master.
That cold master actually loved the girl in the bed dearly.
With that thought in mind, Mu Xiang left without looking back.
The room was now closed, leaving only the girl and the boy. The girl was fast asleep, completely unaware that a ferocious beast was standing in front of her bed.
A ferocious beast that is both extremely handsome and terrifying.
Hughes's long, slender fingers brushed across her cheek. A cold wind swept in again, entering the room. Xia Qian shivered involuntarily and murmured softly, "So cold..."
The window was opened too wide.
The cold wind kept blowing in through the window, and Xia Qian had obediently huddled under the covers, but she was still shivering from the cold.
She instinctively wanted to bury her head under the covers.
I am really afraid of the cold.
I'm very sensitive to even the slightest bit of cold.
Hughes's spiritual power was an invisible yet powerful force, its strength impartial and unbiased, and he gently closed the window.
The cold air in the room was instantly melted away by the heating, and Xia Qian, who had been shivering, stopped shivering.
She lay obediently on the pillow, as if finally satisfied, peeking her little head out from under the covers.
Like a kitten, she found her most comfortable sleeping position and nestled next to Hughes.
Hughes could clearly hear her faint breathing as she rested her head on his hand, completely unguarded.
It is exceptionally soft.
The kitten, sleeping peacefully with its head resting on his right palm, suddenly became the focus of his gaze.
His fingers brushed across her cheek, gently smoothing the bangs from her forehead.
Hughes's aura wafted over Xia Qian, surrounding her completely.
Whether it was the slave ring's connection to the ring itself or not, the girl's long eyelashes suddenly trembled.
She kept her eyes tightly closed, and it was unclear what she was dreaming about; she seemed to be filled with fear.
Hughes's eyes darkened, "Xiaxia,"
However, Xia Qian didn't hear it at all.
She was still asleep, but because of a nightmare, she was curled up in fear, and even her sleeping face showed a look of fear.
Xia Qian was dreaming.
She didn't actually dream of anything; she was in a garden, a very beautiful garden.
It was more accurate to call it a wild forest than a garden. There was a huge, ancient tree there. Xia Qian didn't approach it, but as soon as her gaze swept over the tree, a constant stream of information seemed to flood her mind.
That's strange.
But it felt strangely familiar.
She hadn't figured all of this out yet, but Xia Qian already felt that the tree was very important to her.
She glanced around and realized that her perspective was much lower, like that of a child. She looked down and saw that she was wearing a white dress.
This is a child's size.
But it fit her perfectly.
Xia Qian was somewhat confused, so was the body she was in in her dream a child?
Just then, a sound of footsteps came from behind, and Xia Qian instinctively tried to run away.
Just then, a gentle female voice came from behind, "Xiaxia, don't run away."
The voice rang out unexpectedly in Xia Qian's ears. Xia Qian forgot to react and stood there blankly, forgetting even to run.
She seemed to have forgotten how to react, and just stared blankly at the person who came in.
They were a couple, an ordinary couple, with tall and familiar figures.
Xia Qian stared at them intently, not even daring to blink.
She watched them clearly, seeing how they walked towards her step by step.
Xia Qian inexplicably felt her nose turn slightly red. "Mom?"
She called out very softly, as if she didn't dare to use any force.
I'm terrified that I might accidentally make the two people in front of me disappear.
Like countless dreams.
She hadn't dreamed about them for many years.
She wouldn't mistake her mother's voice, and Xia Qian certainly wouldn't mistake their figures.
It is the most instinctive bodily intuition, stemming from the closest relationship between parents and children.
The two people in front of her are her biological parents; she cannot mistake them.
Just then, the woman's voice rang out again, "Don't run away, Xiaxia, be good! Your father won't have the heart to hit you."
The woman approached the little girl, gently knelt down, and warmly embraced her. "Don't be afraid, sweetheart."
Xia Qian looked up, but she couldn't see the woman's face clearly, as if it had been deliberately blurred.
She could only hear the woman's voice, incredibly clear, speaking in the tone she loved most in her life, "Good girl, Xiaxia is the best girl."
"You'll fall if you run any further," the woman said, gently picking up the little girl. "It's just a vase, it's not that important."
Xia Qian was taken aback.
What kind of vase?
She never broke a vase.
She was a very well-behaved child; she wasn't the mischievous type, just rather quiet.
On the contrary, her brother was really naughty.
It's quite possible that her brother broke the vase.
But the couple's eyes were fixed on her, as if it were already a fact that she had accidentally and mischievously broken the vase.
But she didn't...
"What do you mean, just a vase?" Just then, a male voice suddenly came.
Seemingly displeased, as if very angry, she said, "How can it not be important?"
This is her father.
Xia Qian subconsciously looked up and gazed at her father, who was speaking. This body seemed to be very afraid.
When she met a man's gaze, her body would tremble with fear, as if she had done something wrong and was afraid of being punished.
Before Xia Qian could figure out the situation, the man in front of her continued speaking, his tone a mixture of anger and helplessness.
"That vase was personally designed and sent over by the Pope. There's only one of its kind in the entire galaxy."
"You were so playful that you broke it."
As soon as she finished speaking, the woman holding Xia Qian became displeased, "What does it matter? We sent many valuable gifts as well."
There are also items that are even more valuable than the vase personally painted by the Pope.
The woman held Xia Qian tightly, not giving an inch, and instead soothingly stroked the little girl's head, saying, "A mere vase is nothing."
And she even made her daughter so afraid, afraid of being beaten.
How could he possibly beat his daughter over a vase?
"Don't be afraid, sweetheart."
Xia Qian was still a little dazed, but the tears that welled up in her eyes when she heard her parents' voices were still there.
The woman gently wiped away her tears. "It's okay, don't be afraid."
Her voice was very soft and gentle, just like the mother who would tell her stories every night in her childhood memories.
"The Pope is nothing compared to Xia Xia.
Is the pope the same pope from the Church of Light?
So, she was dreaming about the original owner's memories.
This is not surprising.
Xiao Yaoyao wrote Xia Qian, the vicious female supporting character, specifically because of her.
The same name and surname, not only is she the prototype, but she was completely written into the book by Xiao Yaoyao.
Her face didn't change when she came through.
It's normal that the original owner's parents are still the same as her parents in the real world.
"Girls shouldn't be so naughty," the man said seriously, looking at her. "What if you had cut your hand while playing? You're being too mischievous!"
It's not like boys have such thick skin; little girls' skin is very delicate.
If a shard of a vase had gotten into my skin, it would have hurt a lot.
She's so young, how can she endure this kind of pain?
It still feels too dangerous to think about.
The man was still somewhat angry and felt he should discipline his youngest daughter.
However, his wife disagreed, saying, "No."
She said casually, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world, "Our Xiaxia is a little princess."
A little princess who grows up being pampered.
That's how all the princesses of the Galactic United Kingdom grew up.
Her Xiaxia also wants to grow up in love, live freely, and live with the love of both of them.
What do rules matter?
How girls should live is determined by those people; let those who determined it live it.
Her daughter can live however she wants.
"That vase was wrong because it was so fragile."
"If you just tip it over, the whole vase will shatter into pieces." The woman said calmly. At the same time, she looked at Xia Qian seriously and said, "So you can't play with vases anymore. It's too dangerous."
"That's exactly right," the man said. After all, she was his daughter, and no matter how angry he was, he wouldn't actually start a fight.
But he still said seriously, "You can't play like that next time."
The man was serious, but he was only trying to scare the little girl.
I would never scold him, and I certainly wouldn't be willing to hit him.
He could only put on a serious face and warn his youngest daughter not to do it again.
These parents, who dote on their daughter so much, wouldn't even scold their youngest daughter for breaking an expensive vase.
How could they be so heartless as to sell their daughters? Their origins and attire were not those of slaves.
They did not bear any marks of slavery.
The original owner was right.
Her family is wealthy.
Such a family would never sell their daughter; the slave ring around her neck is evidence that someone deliberately put it on her.
When the original owner of this body was abducted, she must have been very young and didn't remember much, except for this one memory, which she has kept in mind since childhood.
Therefore, no matter how long the original owner wore the slave ring, she found it hard to believe that she was a lowly slave.
Being pampered in such a luxurious private club, he naturally had an inflated ego and no sense of being a slave.
So the eventual outcome was predictable. A slave who didn't know his place and was even more arrogant and willful than a noble lady was bound to be disliked.
But since the original owner's family was so rich, why didn't anyone come out to look for her?
Xia Qian sensed a contradiction somewhere.
There are some obstacles.
Someone designed obstacles here, but after she disappeared, how did the person behind her explain her disappearance to the original owner's family?
The person behind it—
Are you still secretly watching her?
Xia Qian felt a chill run down her spine and opened her eyes in a daze, her small face still showing a look of fear.
The surroundings were dark, with only a faint moonlight shining into her bed, but the bright moonlight was very weak and not particularly clear.
She was still a little sleepy, and her vision was not very clear; she was in a state between dreaming and not dreaming.
In this situation, that handsome face was right in front of her, illuminated by the moonlight. Xia Qian stared at him blankly, somewhat unsure if she was still dreaming.
She stared blankly at the boy in front of her.
He is truly handsome.
He was truly favored by heaven; even in this dark room, the moonlight seemed to shine on him, a radiant glow illuminating him.
He looked down at her eyes and brows, his usual domineering demeanor gone.
So gentle...like an angel.
Like an angel bathed in holy light.
However, no matter how much it resembles an angel, it is still a demon in disguise.
The girl stared at Hughes for a long time without doing anything. The moment she stood up, Hughes thought she was going to do something, but the next second, he saw her slowly shifting her position.
She hugged her pillow and made room for him.
Xia Qian's instincts, like those of a weak animal, told her that whether she was dreaming or not, she should avoid provoking him.
Hughes is in great danger.
He doesn't say anything, yet his aura is incredibly powerful.
Xia Qian hugged the blanket, pitifully giving him her most comfortable sleeping spot.
It's like a weak animal waking up in the middle of the night and seeing a ferocious beast, forced to share its territory, pitifully huddled in a small corner.
But...
The difference between ferocious beasts and weak little animals is that little animals are lucky to have anything to eat.
But ferocious beasts only like to eat meat.
If there's no meat, then get some.
The unsatisfied beast stretched out his long, slender fingers. He was extremely handsome, and under the moonlight, he looked like a gentle nobleman.
But that's only on the surface.
Xia Qian knew that.
Although Hughes' kisses were very gentle, that didn't mean he wouldn't give her any chance to catch her breath.
Her legs went weak from his kiss.
Even so, he still wouldn't let her go.
Her mouth seemed to be his territory; there was no use in hiding anywhere.
They would all be dragged out by him and forced to get entangled with him.
Hughes was that kind of person.
Not violent at all, but extremely domineering.
Especially fierce...
“Xiaxia,” Hughes approached her, his long hair cascading down.
The girl was extremely timid.
So we need to take it slowly.
Her eyes were still wet and a little red, as if she had dreamt of something very sad.
However, the kitten looked at him warily, both guarded and aggrieved.
I don't understand why the ferocious beast is still not satisfied even though I have already ceded territory.
Before her stood an extremely handsome and ferocious beast, its fingers gently cupping her face, its voice incredibly tender, "Don't be afraid of me."
He gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips. "Why are you crying?"
Although the beast was ferocious, it was also very powerful. The kitten always felt an unusually comfortable sense of security by its side.
It was as if all danger had left her.
The ferocious beast really showed no mercy.
The kitten pitifully gave up the seat next to him, and he went in without any hesitation in the blink of an eye.
He lay on the bed with the girl, and even pulled Xia Qian into his arms with his long arms.
A bit domineering.
But nothing was done.
The kitten still relies heavily on her owner.
"Had a nightmare?" Hughes asked.
Xia Qian nodded.
"What did you dream about?"
"There's a bad guy... who's been watching me from behind..."
But she didn't know who that person was.
Why do this?
It's terrifying to even think about.
However, Xia Qian was too sleepy. She was so sleepy that she wanted to sleep, but when she thought about the dream she had just had, she seemed to wake up a little more.
I can't sleep at all.
Just then, cold fingers suddenly touched her eyes, closing them completely.
Hughes cupped her face and placed a gentle kiss on her eyelashes. "Sleep."
“I’m here with you this time.”
I won't have nightmares.
His deep voice can sometimes be a deadly weapon; he always likes to whisper in her ear.
"Good night," Hughes said.
But with him like this, how could she possibly fall asleep?
She rarely looked him directly in the eye, and it seemed as if she was blaming him.
However, her flushed cheeks and wet eyes made her look even softer.
Like a kitten wanting its owner's affection, or a girlfriend wanting her boyfriend to stay with her a little longer.
Let's try to coax her one more time.
Hughes thought to himself.
The fingertips still seemed to feel the touch of tears that had just been wiped away.
I don't like her crying.
Even when she has nightmares about sad things, he doesn't really like her to cry.
Especially since she was scared to tears by such a person.
Her tears must be very precious.
At the very least, one shouldn't cry because of being persecuted by such people.
Hughes lowered his head and kissed Xia Qian's lips, gently soothing her.
The tip of his possessive tongue also quietly peeked out, patrolling his territory.
This time I need to coax him properly.
"Xiu, Xiu Si..."
She never imagined that the person who said goodnight to her just a moment ago would do this the next...
Xia Qian reached out and tried to push his shoulder, but he was so heavy.
He looked thin, but every muscle Xia Qian touched was his muscle—thin, yet incredibly strong.
"Good boy," Hughes said softly.
"Don't cry, there's nothing to be sad about."
I will give you everything you deserve.
soon.
Whether you're good or not.
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