Chapter 32
Chapter Twenty-Nine
As night fell, there was still no sign of Shang Mang. Meng Yingying sat on the bed and waited for a while, but he didn't appear. The day had passed by inexplicably. She hadn't done anything and had even wasted time. Meng Yingying suddenly got a little angry. She pulled the blanket over herself and lay down. Just then, the door was opened.
A man suddenly entered, carrying a strong smell of blood. Meng Yingying immediately sat up. The lights were off, and she couldn't see anything. She could only tell from the chaotic sound of his bells that he was approaching her.
She froze when she felt a weight on her shoulder: "What are you doing!" Meng Yingying was still angry and raised her hand to push him away. Shang Mang noticed this, pursed his lips, hugged her, and said in a low voice: "Stay by my side, only stay by my side."
He stubbornly repeated: "Stay by my side for the rest of your life."
"Your life can only belong to me." He nuzzled her neck; he hated her so much.
The pungent smell of blood filled Meng Yingying's nostrils, and her anger flared. Had he killed someone? She forced back the burning emotions in her chest and demanded, "You killed someone?"
Shang Mang released her hand and stared at her: "I want to eat dumplings." Only after seeing her angry expression did he reluctantly add, "My blood."
Upon hearing this, Meng Yingying's brow twitched slightly. She got up, picked up a tinderbox, and lit the room. Only then could she see his appearance clearly: his hair was disheveled, his robes were open, and the spider lily was blooming even more beautifully than the last time she had seen it. After determining that he was not lying, she composed herself.
"I want to eat dumplings," Shang Mang repeated, his fox-like eyes widening slightly.
Meng Yingying, dressed in only a thin shirt, crossed her arms and looked at him, saying, "Where can I get you dumplings?"
Shang Mang pointed to something in the corner. She looked in that direction and saw a chicken hiding in the corner, clucking twice and dropping a pile of chicken droppings.
Meng Yingying's expression collapsed, and she pointed at the chicken, saying, "You want to eat chicken dumplings?"
Shang Mang didn't know what kind of filling they had last time. He only knew that he needed meat to make dumplings, so he grabbed one and also pulled up two ears of corn and a carrot.
"Whatever." He reverted to his old ways, lying on her bed and glancing at her sideways: "You do it for me, and I'll agree."
Meng Yingying pressed her temples and casually asked, "Promise what?"
"Learn to...cherish...life..." he said through gritted teeth, as if it were extremely difficult to utter.
Meng Yingying was taken aback, not expecting him to agree. She thought she would have to go through some difficulties. She crossed her arms and suddenly smiled gently. She walked to him, squatted down, and twirled her fingers around the curls at the end of Shang Mang's hair. She whispered, "Hmm, so good."
A strand of smooth hair curled on her finger and fell onto his lips. He looked up at her; her lips were crimson, her skin pale, and her long, disheveled hair made her look fragile and vulnerable. Her fox-like eyes were beautiful and alluring.
This scene is so strange.
Her gaze was lowered, and she subconsciously exclaimed, "So beautiful." After saying that, she dodged left and right as if trying to cover up her mistake, straightened up, coughed with her fist to her lips, and said, "I don't know how to kill chickens."
Shang Mang rested his chin on his hand, tilted his head, and said, "I don't know either." A strand of hair fell into the open opening of his shirt.
Meng Yingying stared at him for a long time. It was indeed inappropriate to ask him to kill a chicken. Oh well, she could use a talisman instead.
Stepping outside, the cold wind chilled her to the bone. She acted swiftly, pinching the chicken's neck until it squawked and collapsed. She silently apologized, then took out a dagger and slit its neck. As the blood flowed out, she caught it with something. Although she didn't know how to kill a chicken, she had watched her grandmother kill chickens back in her hometown, so it should be similar.
Shang Mang leaned against the door frame and looked at her. Meng Yingying rolled up her sleeves and looked at its fur before remembering that she needed hot water. She looked at Shang Mang and said, "Get a basin of hot water."
Shang Mang stared at her, raised his hand and waved it, and a large basin of hot water appeared in front of her. The steam hit her face and she choked for a moment. Then she put the chicken in, scalded it, and started plucking the feathers. Her hand was scalded by the boiling water, but she checked and there were no blisters.
Meng Yingying suddenly looked at Shang Mang, who was staring at her from the door frame. Something was wrong with this scene. Usually, it should be the male lead doing this kind of thing. How come it's her doing it now?
He stood there like a little princess.
Thinking of this, Meng Yingying plucked the hair with even more force.
Meng Yingying had never cooked chicken before, and it took her several hours. Her back ached, and her nose was filled with the fishy smell of chicken. After she finished cooking, she took out her sword to cut the chicken, when Shang Mang raised an eyebrow and said, "Use your sword... to cut chicken?"
Meng Yingying paused, glancing at her sword. She was extremely irritable, having stayed up so late, and glared at him: "Or do you have a kitchen knife?"
Shang Mang held her palm for a moment, then grasped a kitchen knife in his hand: "Yes."
Meng Yingying's tone was still not very good. She glanced at him and took the kitchen knife: "Why didn't you take it out sooner?"
Shang Mang crossed his arms and looked at her, saying, "You have a really bad temper."
Meng Yingying vented her dissatisfaction by chopping meat: "Don't be so ungrateful." The sound of chopping meat was loud and clear. She looked left and right guiltily and said, "Aren't we being too blatant by doing this?"
"What's there to be afraid of? Whoever comes, I'll kill them..." He paused, then changed the subject: "I'll beat them up."
Meng Yingying nodded slightly and said, "If you are bullied, you can fight back or curse back, but don't kill people. Killing people is wrong." After scolding him, she praised him, "Start by changing your tone of voice. You did a good job."
Shang Mang turned his head and slightly raised the corners of his lips: "I only want to kill you."
Upon hearing this, Meng Yingying hummed a tune and retorted, "You're so obsessed with my life, do you like me?"
Shang Mang choked for a moment before finally uttering, "You think you're so clever? Do you really think your deception skills are so sophisticated?"
"Not high, but enough to fool you," she said, smiling at him. In her bright, clear eyes, she saw only him, nothing but him.
The next second, the red mole on Meng Yingying's wrist became hot. She felt a pain, and her hand holding the knife became unsteady. She flung the knife away. Meng Yingying raised her wrist, and the red mole, which grew on her wrist, was now burning hot, and even the blood in it was hot.
It flashes intermittently.
Shang Mang gripped his wrist tightly, his breathing rapid and somewhat panicked: "It...it...why...why...in your...blood..."
"How, how, how is this possible?" He denied it, yet he truly felt that familiar feeling, a feeling deeply embedded in her blood.
Caught off guard, Meng Yingying struggled to break free: "What are you doing—"
Shang Mang gripped the piece tightly, and without a doubt, he was certain that this was his Blood Jade.
Why is his blood jade in her blood?
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