Chapter 34
“Alright!” Yuan Wu finally responded after a long time. His voice was hoarse and his eyes were fixed. “I am willing to do anything for my lady.”
These words were spoken with such solemnity, as if he were ready to give his life for Rongrong at any moment.
But in reality, it's pretty much the same. If Rong Rong succeeds and Song Qing really gets into trouble, it's uncertain whether Rong Rong will live or die, but Yuan Wu will definitely die.
"What should I do? I feel even more vicious now." Rong Rong whimpered to herself, feeling a sense of self-loathing.
666 quickly reassured, "Host, don't be afraid. We know Song Qing will definitely be alright, so it's not like we're ordering Yuan Wu to his death."
"Besides, we're playing the villainous supporting characters anyway, so what if we really are villainous?"
666 was perfectly justified, Rong Rong tried hard to convince herself.
The female lead has a halo around her and is a doctor, so she will never be poisoned to death by herself. At most, her secret will be exposed, and Yuan Wu will be severely punished by Du Shaofeng.
It's not so bad from this perspective, it's just a pity for Yuanwu.
Thinking about it, Rong Rong's eyes showed a hint of guilt, and she unconsciously pulled the tray in her hand back.
Yuanwu felt a sudden warmth in his heart, snatched the snacks, and turned to leave.
That day, Rongrong was filled with anxiety.
At Qingfeng Pavilion in the Du residence, Du Shaofeng flew into a rage.
"I told you to look at people, and this is how you look at them?"
Du Shaofeng stared coldly at Yuan Wu, who knelt on both knees, not daring to look up and meet Du Shaofeng's gaze.
Song Qing sat angrily on a chair to the side, while Yuan Yang anxiously looked at Du Shaofeng and then at Yuan Wu.
The pastries that Rong Rong had given her were smashed on the ground. A small dog that had eaten the pastries was foaming at the mouth and convulsing on the ground.
"You didn't even know someone had poisoned you." Du Shaofeng sneered, his expression devoid of any extra emotion, yet it sent chills down one's spine. "Yuan Wu, for your incompetence, one hundred strokes of the cane are to be carried out immediately!"
"Lord Marquis!" Yuan Yang was shocked. Even if they were physically strong, a hundred strokes of the rod would leave them either dead or severely injured.
Du Shaofeng ignored him, and soon guards brought over a bench and a board.
Yuanwu obediently lay on the bench, and the next second the sound of the board hitting his flesh rang out like a torrential rain.
Yuan Yang frowned, his face full of worry. Du Shaofeng remained expressionless. Song Qing initially looked resentful, but as the number of strokes increased and Yuan Wu's back and lower body were soaked in blood, Song Qing finally showed reluctance.
"How about we just let it go? It's not his fault," Song Qing pleaded.
Yuan Yang immediately looked at Song Qing with gratitude, feeling that Song Qing was indeed gentle and kind.
Yuan Yang and Yuan Wu were good brothers before they followed Du Shaofeng. They had a deep bond, and Yuan Yang felt even worse seeing Yuan Wu being tortured than if he were being beaten himself.
Before Du Shaofeng could speak, Yuan Wu's voice rang out first, "This subordinate knows he has made a mistake and is willing to accept punishment. One hundred strokes of the cane, not a single one less!"
"You! You really don't know what's good for you!" Yuan Yang shouted angrily at Yuan Wu, his hands trembling.
Song Qing frowned, her face displeased. Du Shaofeng's aura became even more oppressive, and he let out a cold laugh, "Then beat them hard, beat them until they remember!"
After that, the entire courtyard became unusually quiet, with only Yuanwu's muffled groans and the slapping sound of the board hitting flesh.
One hundred strokes of the cane were enough to make anyone uncomfortable, so Song Qing got up and left halfway through.
Du Shaofeng remained seated at the head of the table, quietly sipping his tea.
After the hundred strokes of the cane were finished, Yuan Wu was covered in blood. Yuan Yang rushed over to help him up.
Du Shaofeng put down his teacup, his expression indifferent. "I don't care whether you were incompetent or did it on purpose, this is the first time."
"If you come again, you know what I can do."
"Yes! Your subordinate wouldn't dare!" Yuan Wu's breath was weak, and he relied on Yuan Yang to support his body. He dared not collapse; he still wanted to return to the villa. "Please, Lord Marquis, give your subordinate another chance!"
"She's nothing but a vain, ruthless, and vicious woman. What good is her beauty? Don't betray my trust!" Du Shaofeng's face was full of disdain.
Having seen countless beauties in modern times, Du Shaofeng already felt that ancient women were far inferior. In addition, the original owner's wife was vicious and vain, the kind of person he despised the most. He simply could not understand Yuan Wu, Prince Yu, and others, and he was even more disgusted by their behavior.
Yuan Wu didn't answer immediately, so Yuan Yang pinched Yuan Wu's arm in frustration.
"Your subordinate understands!" Yuanwu finally replied.
Du Shaofeng waved his hand dismissively, and Yuan Yang hoisted Yuan Wu onto his back and ran quickly out of Qingfeng Pavilion toward the direction of the imperial physician.
Rong Rong waited for a long time but did not see Yuan Wu again. Just when she thought that Yuan Wu had been killed by the male protagonist, Yuan Wu finally returned to the villa.
A month had passed by then, and Yuanwu was pale and had lost a lot of weight.
"I'm sorry!" Tears welled up instantly, and Rong Rong was filled with remorse.
"I am willing to do anything for you, Madam." Yuanwu lowered his head, letting Rongrong see the sincerity in his eyes.
"Are you alright?" Rong Rong asked, her eyes filled with tears as she carefully examined Yuan Wu.
Seeing those moist eyes caused Yuan Wu a pang of heartache, a pain even greater than his own injury.
"Much better!" Yuanwu replied softly, raising his arm to wipe away Rongrong's tears, but he could not put it down before he reached halfway down, as he dared not offend his wife.
From that day on, Rong Rong thought of nothing else but to make all sorts of nourishing soups for Yuan Wu.
Yuanwu was feeling very uncomfortable, but he still refused to give up a single bite.
His injuries gradually healed under Rong Rong's care.
Yuanwu felt that this was the happiest time of his life. In the future, no matter what he encountered, he would not feel sad or be defeated, because he had the most beautiful memories.
However, while Yuanwu was immersed in happiness, Rongrong became more and more anxious each day.
She harmed the female lead so much, yet the male lead remained indifferent?
At the very least, we should come here and give her a good scolding, punish her severely, and give her a stern warning.
"Why didn't you come?" Rong Rong pondered.
"Maybe he hates you so much that he doesn't even want to see you?" 666 guessed.
"No! I have to continue! I refuse to believe that he won't give me a divorce letter if I hurt his true love!" Rong Rong slammed her hand on the table and immediately got to work again.
This time, she still chose to poison him.
Rong Rong carefully selected a hairpin, cautiously applied poison to it, and then placed it in a box. Everything was ready except for the final step.
Rong Rong fiddled with the box in her hand, pondering how to deliver the item to the female lead. Lost in her worries, she didn't notice that Yuan Wu had been silently watching her for a long time.
"I'll deliver it." A large hand suddenly took the box away. Rong Rong looked up in surprise and met Yuan Wu's firm black eyes.
"Never mind." Rong Rong reached out to take it back, but Yuan Wu dodged and put the box in his arms.
"I'm willing to do anything for you, Madam!"
As I said before, the person had already disappeared into the courtyard before the words were even finished.
Rong Rong gazed at Yuan Wu's retreating figure for a long time, and sighed softly, "He's so good that I can't bear to see him go."
"Don't overthink it, host!" 666 comforted him, waving his little fist. "It's his honor to be able to do something for you, host. In the future, many more people will be willing to risk their lives for you!"
666 subtly downplayed Yuanwu's contributions, not wanting Yuanwu's image to remain in Rongrong's heart.
That's right! It's jealousy!
666 stomped her foot hard, her little mouth pouting high.
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