Chapter 30 Unexpected Event "Ah, what's wrong?" My first reaction was...
“Of course it’s mine, you…” He stopped talking, his laughter tinged with a hint of mischief, “You’ll need to practice for another ten years.”
“I’m quite thin, so it’s alright,” I argued.
"You have no flesh on your buttocks or chest, but plenty on your waist," he said mercilessly. "You don't have much flesh where you should, and you don't have much flesh where you should."
"Tch." I took a few steps through the water and splashed him hard a few times. Caught off guard, he was splashed all over his face and angrily said, "Are you out of your mind?"
"You're the one who's out of your mind."
I splashed water even more, and he, not to be outdone, splashed even more, charging at me head-on. I was enraged, slapping the water with both fists and legs, but his power was greater, and his attacks were incredibly accurate. Water filled my eyes and nose, leaving me a sorry sight, but my kicks were still strong enough to land every time, making him wince in pain…
Fifteen minutes later, after our water fight, he went into the bedroom to change, while I sat in the small room outside the bedroom drying my hair. For me, changing was simple; I just changed in the bathroom changing room. It's just a bit more complicated for women.
After he came out, he took the towel from the maid and dried my hair directly.
"How can it be so good?" I asked in a low voice, puzzled.
He leaned down, almost touching my earlobe, and breathed warm air into me. "Because this is my long hair, I don't want it to get ruined."
"oh?"
"The maid combed it too hard," he actually offered an explanation.
His hands were indeed much gentler; he used only a little force, yet he wiped every single strand of hair clean.
As I wiped away the thorns one by one, I actually started to enjoy it.
Furthermore, even though he is me, it is his aura that wafts from me.
This was especially evident when he approached me.
His strange scent lingered around my nose, refusing to dissipate, and I felt as if I were intoxicated by the fragrance of flowers.
Just then, a man's cough startled me.
Byrne stood at the door, holding an invitation in his hand, looking awkwardly like he wanted to go in but didn't dare to.
“My lord, urgent intelligence,” Bourne said.
My heart skipped a beat, and I was about to say something when he spoke up, still with a coquettish expression, "My lord, let's talk in the Imperial Study."
Yes, it's easy to be eavesdropped on when you're out.
I quickly stood up, and a maid draped a robe over my shoulders. He then hooked his arm around mine, flashing a coquettish smile, and said, "I want to go too."
But the next second his face contorted, his brows furrowed, he pressed his abdomen, and his body went limp.
"Oh no, what's wrong?" My first thought was that he might have been poisoned, and I rushed to help him up. "Quickly, get a doctor!"
Bourne immediately turned and ran into the corridor.
He was very heavy, and I couldn't hold him up for a moment; he almost fell onto the carpet.
Two maids rushed over and together they caught him as he fell.
He endured the pain, large beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks, and finally, with the help of the women, managed to sit down in the armchair.
Just then, I saw bloodstains faintly visible on the back of his long skirt as he clutched his lower abdomen in pain, and a thought flashed through my mind like lightning.
"Are you menstruating?" I asked with a strange expression.
My next thought was, "Oh no, I have terrible menstrual cramps."
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He was a man who had been through countless battles and endured all kinds of torture, so this kind of pain was nothing to him.
But he's using my body now. Not only is my body weak, but I'm also delicate, and I'll suffer terribly from the pain.
After a series of treatments including hot water, brown sugar ginger water, and a hot water bottle, his abdominal pain was slightly relieved, and he leaned against the headboard with a pale face.
"You should rest for a bit," I said, still shaken. "I'll be right back."
Seeing him in so much pain just now reminded me of myself years ago, when I was in excruciating pain.
Honestly, I haven't been in this much pain in years.
Since I turned sixteen, I have always paid attention to keeping warm, drinking ginger and brown sugar water, and avoiding raw and cold foods, which has greatly relieved my menstrual cramps.
I didn't expect to make the same mistake again after arriving here.
I had my period for the first time and it flared up.
Perhaps it was because it hadn't come for several months, but when it did, it came with overwhelming force.
When I entered the Imperial Study, I was still thinking about how he was doing. Even when Bourne reported urgent intelligence to me, I was somewhat absent-minded.
"His Majesty is very dissatisfied with you, believing that you concealed the zombie outbreak."
I was slightly surprised. "Didn't we send a letter to the capital explaining the whole story?"
It was clearly Luo Xi who orchestrated everything.
"The king, misled by someone, believes that you are deliberately framing Rosie out of... jealousy."
I was stunned. "How could he have such an absurd idea?"
Byrne looked at me, his eyes darting around.
"We'll hold an impromptu meeting in the Imperial Study tonight to discuss this matter," I said.
I rushed back to the bedroom, where Bernard was in excruciating pain on the bed—he had suffered a massive hemorrhage.
The sheets, duvet cover, and robes have been changed three times in the short time I was away.
He had a terrible temper; he drove all the maids out and smashed everything he could in the room.
I heard that he almost hit the old doctor, Dr. T, with a vase, who advised him that all he needed to do was rest.
I went to the bedside and asked cautiously, "Are you alright?"
He ripped open the bed curtains, his face contorted in a grotesque grimace as he glared at me. "Get out!"
"I'm sorry," I said sympathetically, spreading my hands, "but I really can't help it."
He gritted his teeth fiercely, "How did you handle this before?"
“I can only bear the pain,” I said helplessly, sitting on the edge of the bed. “It will ease by midnight, and it will be a little better tomorrow. By the third day, the pain will be gone.”
"You..." He seemed to be about to curse me, but a new wave of pain made him shut up.
Seeing his pale face and profuse sweating, I felt a little guilty, so I took another hot water bottle and placed it on his lower abdomen, replacing the slightly cold one.
"What is the urgent intelligence?" He actually remembered this even in this situation.
I relayed what Byrne had said to me. His brows were furrowed, but his eyes were deep, as if he were pondering something.
"How can we get it back?" he suddenly asked.
"have no idea."
"The longer it goes on, the more dangerous it becomes for you."
"What's the meaning?"
"You idiot, you moron, you don't understand anything." He suddenly cursed, then his face contorted in pain as he clutched his lower abdomen. "What bad luck did I have to run into you?"
I said coldly, "If you hadn't met me, you would still be a living dead."
"Get out!" He sat up abruptly, his eyes blazing with anger, his fists clenched, as if he wanted to hit me.
I looked at him fearlessly—I'm stronger than you now.
He angrily lowered his fist, his eyes blazing with even greater fury.
I got up to leave, and as I approached the door, I heard his icy voice behind me, "You'll be exposed at any moment."
"None of your business." I walked straight out.
He's had a really tough time. His childhood was filled with hardship, which is something many powerful people have experienced. But when he grew up, he was offered as a sacrifice to a cruel person and became a living dead for many years. After he woke up, he was sent to a cold and desolate place. Now he's been replaced. He's never had a good day. It's no wonder he's a bit eccentric.
I didn't argue with him. Of course, he didn't care whether I argued with him or not.
Night fell, and the wind and snow intensified. I went to the Imperial Study.
He took off his coat and cloak and handed them to the maid behind him. He then pushed open the door to the royal study, where only Byrne was waiting.
I glanced at the hourglass beside the candlestick, then sat down at the table and opened the official documents. "Wait a little longer."
Strange, why are the other generals late?
With a clang, Bourne suddenly pulled a dagger from his boot and lunged at me, pressing it against my neck. The icy coldness of the sharp tip quickly spread throughout my body.
I was stunned; my whole body froze.
“Speak, who are you? And where is the lord?” Bourne asked in a sinister tone.
I suddenly remembered the line, "You'll be exposed at any time." Did he have foreseen this beforehand? I didn't think much of it at the time.
"Speak quickly!" The sharp dagger went in a little deeper, and I gritted my teeth in pain.
The door to the Imperial Study opened, and a familiar figure in a long dress appeared just in time. "Stop!"
He came despite being ill, and his posture was somewhat unsteady.
Bourne's dagger was still pressed against my neck, even deeper.
“If you don’t let go, I’ll expose what happened a year ago when you stole your boss’s woman,” he said.
The dagger fell to the ground with a thud, as if the deepest secret had been revealed, and Bourne's face was filled with disbelief.
I breathed a sigh of relief, clutching my injured neck.
After a while, everything returned to calm.
I sat upright at the table, Bernard leaned back in his armchair, and Byrne stood properly.
Bernard was carrying a hot water bottle, which had just been brought in by a maid.
"I thought you really didn't need me to take care of you," Bernard said sarcastically, pressing the hot water bottle against his lower abdomen.
Of course I knew he was talking about me, but I pretended not to hear.
Bernard's gaze shifted to Byrne's face. "You've probably guessed it by now." He paused, then added, "Yes, I am the lord."
Bourne looked up at him abruptly.
"What you need to do now is to do the same thing as before: know nothing and do nothing."
Byrne replied fearfully and respectfully, "My lord, what is going on? How can I help you?" He glared at me, clearly believing that I had harmed the lord.
“I have never had a confidant, Byrne.” Bernard did not answer his question, but said slowly, “I wonder if you will be the first?”
Bourne, his eyes gleaming with joy, immediately knelt down, saying, "I would gladly die for you." He then asked, "How can I help the lord exchange them now?"
Bernard looked at me with a half-smile. "What do you think?"
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