However, glaring at someone also requires strength. A short while later, Mo Shisheng's breath weakened, and her body slumped against Ming Beiya's chest.
Just as Ming Beiya glanced at Shangguan Xuan with her icy gaze and was about to leave, Shangguan Qi blocked her way. Just as her arm was about to touch Ming Beiya, Zhuque slapped Shangguan Qi's hand away with her longsword.
Zhuque had used a bit too much force, and Shangguan Qi cried out in pain, raising her hand to cover the spot where he had been hit. Her eyes were glistening with tears, making her look pitiful. "Imperial Preceptor..."
Mo Shisheng didn't even bother to look at Shangguan Qi anymore. She closed her eyes wearily and said weakly, "Let's go."
Upon hearing this, Ming Beiya lowered his eyes and glanced at the girl in his arms. Her silver mask was stained with dried blood, and a little blood was seeping from the wound on her arm.
As he carried Mo Shisheng away, he didn't even spare Shangguan Qi a glance.
Watching the stunningly handsome man carry Mo Shisheng away, Shangguan Qi stood there, clenching her fists tightly in hatred, her eyes surging with struggling resentment. Shangguan Yan, it's you again!
Suddenly, a shadow fell over Shangguan Qi. The hatred in her eyes had not yet dissipated when she unexpectedly met Shangguan Xuan's cold gaze.
"Big brother..."
Shangguan Qi was startled, unaware that Shangguan Xuan was standing right next to her.
"Come with me." Shangguan Xuan glanced coldly at Shangguan Qi, then turned and walked to the other side.
Bamboo Garden.
When Ming Beiya carried Mo Shisheng in, he didn't see her two maids and simply pushed the door open and went inside.
Just as he was about to place Mo Shisheng on the bed, a fair hand gently grasped the collar of his clothes.
Ming Beiya glanced at her indifferently, a mocking smile curving his thin, crimson lips. "Useless."
"..."
Mo Shisheng couldn't help but roll her eyes. Just then, her face suddenly felt lighter as Ming Beiya removed her mask.
"you!"
"Do you want to suffocate yourself?"
Ming Beiya casually tossed her mask aside, watching her still clutching her clothes tightly. "How long are you going to keep holding on?"
"I'm going to take a shower on the second floor."
Jiang Ge had already changed the water from her previous medicinal bath, so it was perfect for her to go up and bathe now.
"Do you want me to carry you up?" Ming Beiya raised an eyebrow.
"Need not."
Mo Shisheng said calmly, "Put me down."
Upon hearing this, Ming Beiya's expression turned slightly cold. He loosened his grip, and Mo Shisheng's body suddenly fell downwards. She could only instinctively raise her hand to hook around Ming Beiya's neck.
"hiss……"
A low gasp sounded beside her, but it only elicited a sneer from Ming Beiya, "The wound has reopened?"
Mo Shisheng pursed her soft red lips and remained silent. Her fair face was covered with large patches of blood, making her look alluring and stunning.
Seeing Mo Shisheng's calm expression, Ming Beiya pursed his thin lips and grabbed her chin, forcing her to tilt her head back. "Weren't you quite tough last night when you threw the 'medicine' I gave you? Why are you pale with pain now?"
"Ming Beiya, aren't you annoying?"
A hint of impatience flashed in Mo Shisheng's eyes, and she immediately released her grip on Ming Beiya's neck.
She'd rather fall to the ground than continue relying on him!
Absolutely outrageous!
As if anticipating that Mo Shisheng would let go, Ming Beiya gently raised his hand and pulled her slender waist into his arms. His exquisite face drew close, and his thin lips lightly touched her fair ear, breathing softly: "Are you angry because you're embarrassed?"
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