The atmosphere inside the carriage gradually heated up, and just when Mo Shisheng was about to suffocate, Ming Beiya finally let her go.
Mo Shisheng was limp as a pool of spring water, nestled lazily in Ming Beiya's arms, too weak to move.
Ming Beiya adjusted Mo Shisheng into a more comfortable position, then lifted her left arm and gently unwrapped the bandage. He then wiped it clean with a clean handkerchief, took out a white jade porcelain bottle from his pocket, scooped out the translucent ointment inside, and gently applied it to her wound.
There was no stinging sensation at all, and the ointment even had a faint, pleasant fragrance. Mo Shisheng felt that the smell was very familiar, so she lazily squinted her eyes and asked softly, "This ointment smells so familiar."
Ming Beiya stiffened slightly for a moment, then turned around and scrutinized Mo Shisheng's face. Finally, with a fleeting look of disappointment in his eyes, he slowly withdrew his gaze.
Mo Shisheng didn't notice Ming Beiya's unusual behavior; all her attention was focused on the ointment. When Ming Beiya wrapped the bandage around her, his movements were so comfortable that Mo Shisheng felt drowsy.
She buried her face in Ming Beiya's arms and drifted off to sleep.
After treating Mo Shisheng's wounds, the man heard even breathing and lowered his eyes to gaze at Mo Shisheng's fair and delicate profile.
When he first smelled the familiar scent of Mo Shisheng's ointment, he almost thought that Mo Shisheng was that girl, the girl who could control all beasts.
The girl who is his mortal enemy...
However, Mo Shisheng was different. From birth, that girl had a bewitching red spider lily blooming on her left cheek, spreading from the corner of her eye all the way down her neck and even inside her clothes...
Ming Beiya stared at the blood-red beauty mark under Mo Shisheng's eye for a long time. He felt that the beauty mark seemed to have grown a little bigger and redder, but there was not much change. He thought it was his imagination. He took a thin blanket from the side and covered Mo Shisheng with it before slowly closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.
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Underground royal city.
Li Ji only learned at noon that Mo Shisheng had already left.
She stood in the empty Chenghuan Palace, the girl's exquisitely beautiful face and the image of her teasing her with a slightly flirtatious tone flashing through her mind.
In an instant, facing such an empty and lifeless palace, Li Ji felt a wave of loneliness wash over her.
When she came out of Chenghuan Palace, she saw that the lotus pods in the lotus pond were in full bloom. Thinking of how Mo Shisheng almost drooled over the lotus pods that day, Li Ji walked towards the lotus pond as if possessed.
As she approached the lotus pond, she noticed a patch of water stained deep red with blood. She quickened her pace and walked into the pavilion, where, sure enough, sat a man. Even just his back view was enough to captivate Li Ji.
Li Ji slowly walked over and squatted down in front of Ming Qiancheng, carefully placing her fair fingers, painted with scarlet nails, into the man's large palm.
His large hands were cold, like a block of ice, showing no signs of warming up even in the sweltering summer heat.
"Who has angered the master again?" Li Ji asked softly, with a hint of coquettish reproach.
Ming Qiancheng suddenly tightened his grip on Li Ji's large hand. Li Ji pursed her lips slightly, but dared not cry out.
Seeing this, Ming Qiancheng felt a surge of irritation and sneered, "Li Ji, what are the consequences of betraying your master?"
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