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Chapter 205 The Tyrant is Angry, He Needs to Be Coaxed
"Sang Sang, Sang Sang!"

As soon as Chu Jiang opened his eyes, before his breathing had even become steady, he heard a concerned female voice beside him: "You're awake?"

He grabbed her hand almost immediately, his voice unusually vulnerable and uneasy: "Sangsang, I..."

Chu Jiang paused, and after his vision cleared, he finally saw who was in front of him.

Before my mind could even process it, my hand had already flung itself away, as if it had touched something dirty.

"why you?"

His voice was still weak, but his tone was extremely harsh.

Upon hearing the noise, Eunuch Liu jogged over: "Your Highness, you have been unconscious for the past two days, and it is Miss Yu who has been taking care of you."

Chu Jiang ignored that question and asked only, "Where is Sangsang?"

His chest was still heaving with breath.

He had a dream in which the girl was exceptionally cold and ruthless.

She doesn't resemble Sang Sang; she looks more like Dr. Su.

She told him that she had never loved him.

She stayed by his side only because it was profitable for her.

Now that he is no longer of any use to her, she is leaving.

In his dream, no matter how much he tried to persuade her to stay, she left and never looked back.

Even after waking up and realizing it was just a dream, the intense, piercing pain and despair from the dream have not completely subsided.

When His Highness asked about Qin Su, Eunuch Liu hesitated, unsure how to answer.

Yu Feixian, who was standing to the side, saw that the medicine was almost ready and handed it to Chu Jiang: "These past few days, while you were unconscious, you kept calling her name. Eunuch Liu sent someone to invite her, but the concubine refused to come."

The man, who had been ignoring her, finally turned around upon hearing this, a surge of malice rising in his dark eyes: "You refuse?"

Eunuch Liu lowered his head even further, his tone hesitant: "These past few days, the concubine has remained in her room and has not come out."

With the testimony of two people, Chu Jiang remained silent, but his expression was extremely grim.

Yu Feixian handed the medicine bowl to him again: "After you finish this medicine, all you have to do is wait."

After saying that, without waiting for the man to say anything, she gracefully rose from the soft stool by the bed, bowed, and turned to leave.
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"What's the deal with that Miss Yu? She's been taking care of His Highness for so many days, and she's always wearing a veil. Could it be... that she's too ugly to be seen in public?"

Yu Feixian paused, never expecting to overhear the palace maids talking about her on her way back.

"Of course, everyone's curious about who's prettier, her or the concubine..."

She raised her hand and gently touched her face, her eyelashes lowered, lost in thought...
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[You scumbag! You big jerk! You don't appreciate him now that you've got him, huh? What a jerk, forbidding the host from seeing him! The host doesn't even want to go! You dog of a man!]

The system cursed and swore in its mind, unleashing a torrent of attacks on the tyrant.

The girl who was defending it was unusually calm, and was currently watering the bonsai in the corner with a small copper kettle.

Suddenly, a chilling, resentful male voice rang out from behind: "Stop watering, or they'll die."

Qin Su paused, then suddenly turned around.

Upon seeing the familiar handsome face, she was filled with surprise: "What brings you here?"

It would have been better if he hadn't asked; the moment he did, Chu Jiang's face darkened even more.

He strode up to the girl, grabbed her hand, and said menacingly, "What, can't I come?"

God knows how disappointed he felt when he woke up and didn't see her.

As his gaze swept over the bonsai tree that the girl had been carefully watering, a flash of anger appeared in the man's eyes.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and overturned the potted plant, which was half a person tall and took two people to carry into the house, to the ground.

The dull thud startled the palace servants at the door, who looked at the closed door in surprise, hesitating whether or not to go in.

Inside the room, Qin Su, equally frightened, was already tightly held in the tyrant's arms.

His eyes were fierce: "Speak up, why didn't you come to see me?"

Why would I rather look at a useless potted plant here than go and see him? Is he some kind of worthless thing?
If you listen carefully, you'll hear the man's underlying grievance beneath his fierce demeanor, but his pride prevents him from noticing. Just then, a palace maid's cautious voice came from outside the door: "Your Highness, is something the matter?"

Chu Jiang: "Get lost!"

The doorway fell silent instantly, as if the conversation just now had been an illusion.

Chu Jiang cornered the man, gripping his waist and pulling his hands, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to devour him: "Speak." But his own eyes seemed to turn red first.

Qin Su belatedly realized what she had said: "What did you say?"

She actually asked him what he said?
Chu Jiang was furious.

He was both angry and afraid of hurting her, so he could only pinch her fingers and keep rubbing them, saying, "Tell me why you didn't come to see me."

Didn't she know that even when he was poisoned and unconscious, he still wanted her by his side?
But a tyrant on high above could not bring himself to expose his weakness in this way.

But she stubbornly felt that she should know.

What she needs to know,
She needs to know.

She awakened his longing for warmth in this world and gave him hope for happiness.

This is what she gave him, so she must always satisfy him.

Qin Su understood, her beautiful eyes flickered, and her tone was somewhat soft: "Isn't someone already with me... hiss."

Her beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief: This person actually bit her?
Chu Jiang stared at the girl's bitten red lips, his tone dangerous: "Say it again, why don't you go?"

He wasn't satisfied with that answer and asked to answer again.

The man's attitude confirmed to Qin Su that there must have been some misunderstanding before.

She shifted her restrained body, her voice softening considerably: "You're squeezing me so tight, can you loosen your grip a bit?"

The man's tone remained fierce: "I'll make you suffer to death."

But the next moment he picked her up by the waist and carried her to the bed, still threatening and warning her as he went: "Don't even think about getting out of bed until you explain yourself clearly today!"

Before he finished speaking, he was already at the bedside, tossed the person onto the bed, and pressed his strong body against him: "Speak!"

The man's domineering and stubborn gaze told Qin Su that he wouldn't give up until she gave him a satisfactory answer today.

She reached out to smooth the young man's furrowed brow, but he pressed her hand down: "Don't try to coax me."

Qin Su: You're overthinking it. I didn't try to coax you...

She blinked, her bright, warm eyes looking at the tyrant: "Kiss me."

Chu Jiang's anger faltered, his ears turned suspiciously red, and his tone, though fierce, had actually weakened somewhat: "What do you want to do?"

"Kiss me and I'll tell you."

Her warm and focused eyes were like an invisible hand soothing the violent conflict that had nowhere to go in his heart.

The most obvious sign is that the biochemical indicators representing emotional changes are gradually decreasing.

Chu Jiang didn't speak, but glared at her fiercely.

Then he lowered his head and roughly and irrationally kissed the red lips that he had been eagerly coveting since earlier.

They constantly plundered and seized things for themselves.

It seems like this is an outlet for the pent-up frustration, anger, and unease that has been building up since I woke up.

Qin Su regretted being kissed as soon as she was kissed: It hurts!

She turned her head away, saying, "Um, I can explain..."

Unfortunately, the man didn't give him that chance.

The girl's tongue stung from the kiss, and she tried to struggle and escape.

Yet it was easily suppressed.

The man thought pettily: Too late, you delivered yourself to my door!