Huo Chengche gently patted the still puffed-up little baby in his arms, chewing on the words lightly, his unhurried and lazy tone concealing a chilling murderous intent.
This short sentence sounded incredibly long to Jia Wen, as if every syllable was a form of torture, whipping and searing his heart, causing him unbearable torment.
"No, no, no... No, no, no! This sinful subject is talking nonsense, this sinful subject was blind..."
Jia Wen explained in a panic, his words stammering and echoing in the silent mountain valley. It was a cool autumn day, but he seemed to have been pulled out of the water.
The autumn wind blew, chilling Jia Wen to the bone. His lips trembled so much that he couldn't utter a single word. In the end, he shut his mouth in fear and helplessness.
The deathly silence around him felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, pressing down on him, even on his throat, suffocating him.
In this suffocating silence, Jia Wen didn't know how long he endured it.
Finally, just as he was about to faint from fright, the boy let out a cold snort, ending his torment.
Huo Chengche coldly watched Jia Wen, who was trembling more and more violently, his pupils constricting, his face turning ashen and pale, his deep eyes cold and indifferent.
"Before I descend the mountain, I have two stories to share. Magistrate Jia, would you like to hear them and see which one you prefer?" the young man said in a relaxed and languid voice.
"Yes, yes, yes..." After being tormented by the long silence, hearing the boy's voice again was like hearing heavenly music. Now, let alone asking him to tell a story, he would immediately agree to make one up.
He wiped away his cold sweat, and mustered his courage to glance at Huo Chengche. Huo Chengche's still youthful and handsome face exuded an imposing aura that made him dare not look him in the eye.
Jia Wen withdrew his gaze in alarm, inwardly marveling at the imperial majesty.
Huo Chengche glanced at the trembling Jia Wen, then looked down and met his little dumpling's bright, shining gaze and his puffed-up, pink face—"Your Highness is so mean! You won't tell Niannian a story!"
The little baby complained in a pitiful, childish voice, his little mouth pouting so high it looked like an oil bottle could hang from it.
The young man smiled helplessly, gave his delicate little wife a loving look, and coaxed her gently, "Your Highness is telling this to Niannian! But we might as well let Magistrate Jia hear it, shall we?"
Was it told to her?
The little dumpling, satisfied with this, let out a soft, babyish hum, snuggled into Huo Chengche's arms, rested her head on his shoulder, tilted her head to look at him, and stared at him with bright, cheerful eyes, looking like an adorable, silly little baby listening to a story.
The boy smiled, and his originally cold and hard tone immediately softened. Even the icy threat that was on the tip of his tongue was immediately changed into two cute little stories.
"The first story is about a group of little babies who had a teacher. But this teacher was actually a big bad wolf who stole all their favorite toys. Later, these clever little babies found out about this and stopped listening to their big bad wolf teacher."
Huo Chengche held the little baby in his arms, his clear and gentle voice telling stories to his little wife, but when his gaze fell on Jia Wen, it was cold and sharp.
Jia Wen shuddered and crouched even lower. His subordinates, who understood the meaning behind the boy's words, trembled even more violently in fear.
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