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Chapter 64 Kill me to entertain you

[Waaaaah, the host is so scary...]

The system was truly terrified.

Just when there was finally hope of successfully conquering the enemy, the host almost got killed by the tyrant.

It dared not imagine what would have happened if an ordinary strategist, completely ignorant of psychotherapy, had been here today and failed to discern the tyrant's mental state.

A tyrant killed the woman he loved with his own hands, and then destroyed the world ahead of schedule?
Even just speculating about it is terrifying.

It then spoke with utmost sincerity: "I finally understand why the host's compatibility with this world is so extreme. This task was practically tailor-made for you! No one else could complete it!"

The system showered the system with compliments, a mix of praise and genuine panic.

Who would have thought that the man who was so tender and affectionate just a moment ago, ready to ask the girl's opinion, would suddenly have a violent outburst and try to kill her?

Who could withstand that?
Qin Su did not speak.

This time she made a mistake; she forgot to consider how strong the tyrant usually is.

What's the difference between letting him ask himself if he likes it or driving him crazy?
she really...

Qin Su took a breath, pretending not to care, and got up to fetch water to wash her hands, trying to hide her unpleasant mood.

Seeing the little girl get up and leave the stone bench, Chu Jiang knew it was about time for him to leave as well.

But even though my mind was clear, my body seemed to have its own ideas.

His eyes couldn't help but follow that slender figure.

After she finished washing her hands, she turned and went back to her room.

The door opened, and she went inside.

He couldn't see her anymore, and his brows furrowed unconsciously.

"I want to leave..."

Before she could finish speaking, she came out again, carrying a rather serious-looking little basket.

Oh, it's the sewing basket she took out earlier.

As she approached, his brows furrowed, and he said with disdain, "Wasn't your hand injured? Why are you doing this again?"

Qin Su glanced at him in surprise, then smiled and waved her wrist at him: "The injury is already healed, it's nothing serious."

As she spoke, she put down her sewing basket and sat down: "Besides, this is the work my mother asked me to do, so I can't refuse."

In the entire Prime Minister's residence, there was only one person whom the concubine's children could call "mother."

Chu Jiang naturally knew this as well.

He stared at the little girl's nimble movements and said in a sinister tone, "Why don't you just let her die?"

The little girl didn't hear him clearly and glanced at him sideways: "What?"

Chu Jiang shut his mouth and didn't say anything.

She didn't mind and focused on her embroidery.

She calmed herself down and gradually entered a state of focus, seemingly forgetting that there were other people around her, concentrating only on the embroidery in her hands.

Chu Jiang had been watching coldly, but somehow his gaze shifted from the flying needle and thread to the girl's calm and beautiful profile.

As I watched, I became completely engrossed.

When Qin Su finished her work, she looked down and found that the man had fallen asleep beside her at some point.

Even when she was asleep, her beautiful features were still so stunning that it was impossible to look away.

The system whispered: [The Tyrant hasn't had a proper night's sleep for several days. The host possesses a medical aura, essentially a walking sleep aid; the medication suppressed his pathologically active brain cells, allowing him to fall asleep.]

The system said so much for the first time ever, just so that Qin Su could let the tyrant sleep well and not wake him up.

It now understands that if it wants to succeed in conquering the tyrant, then the tyrant's illness is unavoidable.

Therefore, it will strongly support the host in completing the treatment.

Even if the system didn't say anything, Qin Su wouldn't wake Chu Jiang. She only watched for a short while before continuing with her own things.
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Meanwhile, Liu Ying waited and waited, but the Seventh Prince, who was supposed to return "immediately," never came.

Under the reproachful gaze of Chief Guard Ye, he gritted his teeth and jumped up the familiar tree to spy... no, to find out what had happened.

Then, upon closer inspection, he almost stunned the other person.

What did he see?

Next door, Miss Qin was quietly embroidering, while their Seventh Prince was slumped over the table, seemingly asleep.
No, he said he had something to do.

So, he climbed over the wall to sleep with the girl next door?
Liu Ying: ...

I really don't know what to say, so why don't you kill me to liven things up for the two of you?
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Qin Su set an alarm for the system, and when it was almost time, she put down her needlework and got up quietly.

As for the tyrant beside her, in case he woke up and left midway, she went straight to the tranquilizer.

So the shadow in the tree saw that the Seventh Prince, who couldn't sleep in the palace with his comfortable bed and pillows, was sleeping soundly on a broken stone in someone else's courtyard.

They didn't even notice when the little girl got up and left.

It's really hard to judge.
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Chu Jiang slept very comfortably.

Aside from the extreme numbness in my arm, which felt like it was about to be ruined, my headache had lessened considerably.

He would wake up, not naturally, but awakened by the fragrance.

"You're awake? Come and try the steamed buns I made, see if they're good?"

The moment he opened his eyes, he was met with the girl's smiling face, gentle and sweet, like a soft and sweet honey bun... Hmm? There really is a bun?

He paused for a moment, staring at the steamed bun torn in half, its enticing aroma filling the air, and felt somewhat dazed.

Meanwhile, the stomach and intestines, which had been on strike in the palace for a long time, seemed to finally remember their duties at this moment.

He seemed hungry.

"This is bone broth I made. Please have some if you don't mind."

The buns are surrounded by a bone broth that is as white as milk, with crisp scallions floating on the surface.

Chu Jiang couldn't understand what kind of brain would come up with the idea of ​​pairing sugar buns with bone broth.

But his hand obediently picked up the bowl.

The moment the hot soup entered his esophagus, he felt a sense of transcendence.

It felt so good that my eyes lit up.

He didn't care how tasteless the bone broth was, and was about to grab a steamed bun to eat.

"Would you like to wash your hands? There's water here."

A gentle female voice sounded in his ear, and he froze for a moment before getting up to wash his hands without changing his expression.

On the treetop, one of the bodyguards was already numb.

He swore on his career that if anyone else had said those words to His Highness today, they would have died right then and there.

The Seventh Prince really has feelings for Miss Qin...
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Chu Jiang originally just ate casually, but after the first bite, it was as if the cravings in his stomach were awakened.

It was as if the hunger of the past few days had not disappeared, but rather had been suppressed until this moment, and then erupted all at once.

The more I eat, the hungrier I get.

He was so hungry he looked like he could eat a whole cow.

The girl placed five or six plump, fluffy sweet steamed buns on the plate, and he ate them all in the blink of an eye.

Chu Jiang looked over, indicating that he still wanted to eat.

The little girl tilted her head, her smile adorable, but her attitude firm: "I can't eat anymore. If you're really hungry, then have some soup."

Chu Jiang's face darkened, and just as he was about to say something, a familiar food box appeared in front of him:
"I've put the rest inside. You can eat it if you get hungry tonight. You've lost so much weight; you must not have been eating properly these past few days."

The last sentence he muttered softly was like a small hammer blow to his heart, deafening and sending a tingling sensation from his heart to his fingertips.

(End of this chapter)