Quick-wear flirting system: being spoiled by gods in the plane

Chapter 141 The Cold Knight of the Western Noble Family (36)

no respond.

Nadeshiko's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her hand curled up at her side.

He slowly walked over to the woman and squatted down, intending to comb her messy hair, but the woman deftly and aloofly avoided him.

Her hand froze in mid-air, and Nadeshiko's thin lips were tightly pressed together.

"You hate me."

As expected, yet unbelievable, a hoarse, soft laugh, tinged with self-mockery, escaped her lips: "You hate me..."

“Nasha.” Nadeshiko’s eyes were bloodshot, filled with madness, bitterness, possessiveness, and longing, all mingling in her gaze in a few breaths. He smiled faintly.

In a coaxing tone, she said, "Don't hate me, okay?"

"After tonight, we'll be husband and wife, and we can be husband and wife for many days."

Her voice trembled, whether from pain or pleasure, "Please don't hate me anymore, okay?"

The man's murmurs were soft and continuous, repeating slowly, it was unclear whether he was speaking to the woman in front of him or to himself.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that the woman has a gold lock ring on her ankle, with a chain connecting to the bed behind her.

Tanasha grew tired of the man's apologies and pleas. She held the already cold girl tightly in her arms with her delicate hands, her eyes icy.

He said, "Get lost."

The pleading words came to an abrupt halt. Her dark, peach-blossom eyes, full of affection and depth, flickered. Nadeshiko paused, then laughed maniacally: "You've finally spoken to me."

"Just pay attention to me, it's okay, just pay attention to me..."

Tanasa: "..."

Before her were the man's low, tender words, yet Tanasa felt an unprecedented, intense unease.

He is sick.

The illness is quite serious.

The madness of the disease.

He's as sick as a lunatic.

At this moment, the pity for his tragic and painful experiences is far less intense than the feeling evoked by his disgusting madness.

"..." Tanasa, already feeling physically unwell, simply closed her eyes and ignored the madman beside her.

Nadeshiko muttered to herself for a while, not caring whether the woman was listening or not.

The man kneeling on the ground stopped muttering only when the commotion and screams from the front hall reached him.

"Ah..." Nadeshiko's eyes were bloodshot, and she stared at the woman with a somewhat unfocused gaze. "The show is about to begin."

"Nasha, the highlight of our wedding banquet is about to begin."

……

The peaceful revelry inside the palace came to an abrupt halt when the iron-clad, black-faced imperial guards burst in.

Before anyone could react, swords flashed and blood splattered everywhere, and countless women and children fell to the ground.

"Help!! Help!!!"

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!!! Ah!!!"

"Waaaaah, Mother, Mother, I'm scared, waaaaah..."

……

In the blink of an eye, blood flowed like a river, and corpses littered the ground.

After dealing with some of the women and children, the guards stood solemnly to one side with their swords drawn, and Nadeshiko moved unhurriedly to the front hall.

Looking at the surviving members of the finely dressed crowd, some remained cautious and observed the situation, while others huddled in corners, trembling with fear, pushing others away. Still others clung to their terrified wives and children, offering forced comfort. For a moment, everyone fell silent at the sight of Nadeshiko. The more composed and intelligent among them had already guessed what was going on, but there were still ignorant fools, blinded by fear, who stepped forward to tug at the man's clothes.

"Your Highness the Regent!! What's going on! This is..."

The trembling voice of terror abruptly stopped as it met a pair of bloodshot, frenzied eyes.

Seeing the blood-stained hand that had been tightly gripping the hem of her dress tremble and withdraw, Nadeshiko calmly moved her foot and stepped right on the blood-stained hand.

He lowered his head and smiled gently: "Ah, Your Highness the Crown Prince of Xin Kingdom, why are you covered in blood and in such a sorry state?"

A soft, husky voice spoke in Mandarin, then suddenly let out a soft "ah".

The handsome and gentle man bent slightly, his waist-length black hair falling down, concealing most of his expression.

With a casual gesture, he pointed to a woman and child lying in a pool of blood on the ground. "Hmm? Aren't these His Highness the Crown Prince's relatives?"

"Aren't you worried? Maybe you're still angry."

The onlookers stared at the pile of women and children whose bodies had long been torn apart, their emotions a mixture of fear, anger, and apprehension churning within them. They didn't know whether it was anger or fear, and they just stood there trembling silently.

When the man bent over to speak, his black hair obscured most of his expression, making it impossible for the people on both sides to see his face clearly.

However, the Crown Prince of Xin, who was standing directly opposite the man, saw clearly the man's forced smile, which seemed to indicate that he was about to kill him at any moment.

"..." His thick lips trembled three times, and he retreated uncontrollably, but because he was exhausted, he was completely disorganized, like a lump of dead flesh that could not be moved, rolling around in the blood on the ground.

Nadeshiko smiled as she looked up and scanned everyone.

Everyone lowered their heads to avoid that eerie gaze, even Weevs and the remaining knights in the crowd felt a chill run down their spines.

The fake Lancelot emerged and engaged in a seemingly pleasant conversation with Nadeshiko, his words filled with celebration of the plan's success and a strong desire to demonstrate the fruitful results of their collaboration.

This was practically dragging the real Lancelot down with them. Wilves frowned as he watched their performance.

However, the unsuspecting audience around them didn't have Weeves's prior perspective; instead, they calmly and steadily translated the conversation between the group.

After a few words, everyone concluded that Lancelot was colluding with the Regent to cause trouble.

Nadeshiko didn't miss the expressions on those people's faces. He smiled as he glanced at the scattered corpses on the ground and looked at the crowd.

He spread his arms wide, puzzled, and asked, "There are so many family members on the ground, how come there isn't a single one to claim them?"

The eerie words, coupled with the sight of the gruesome corpses on the ground, terrified many, who dared to claim them at the feet of the King of Hell.

Fu Zixiao's elegant demeanor made it seem as if he were not standing on severed limbs. He turned his gaze to the Crown Prince of Xin, who was slumped to the side.

"Do you know why some relatives didn't die, while others were stabbed through the neck?"

The Crown Prince of Xin trembled, his once magnificent clothes became filthy, and his greasy body shook like a pulsating lump of pork belly.

Nadeshiko slowly stepped forward, her effeminate gaze sweeping over the figures who were tightly protecting their wives and children in their arms, and then over the men who were running around and hiding in corners, not even daring to claim their own corpses.

As she watched, Nadeshiko smiled.

He said, "Because some people care, and some people don't."

Some people are afraid of death and their relatives are not their weakness, so keeping them alive is useless. They might as well kill them to serve as a deterrent.

Some people, however, have a bit of responsibility and courage. They care about their legal wives and legitimate children, and their relatives are their Achilles' heel, so they naturally won't easily slaughter them all.

The best way to achieve the desired effect is to leave them behind and use them as leverage to force them to commit suicide outside the city.

"What exactly do you want to do!" someone finally asked in a trembling voice from the crowd.

"Good question."

Nadeshiko smiled and replied, her slender hands tidying her slightly disheveled sleeves slowly and deliberately, like a venomous snake that might reveal its fangs at any moment.

"Perhaps some of the older members of the audience can still remember personally participating in what happened back then—"

"The war between the Ryukyu Kingdom and the Teren Empire."