Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

The blood only soaked through Shen Liang's body, turning into a thin, sticky red film on the ground. The scene was utterly horrifying, so Mistelin turned on the shower to wash away the bloodstains on Shen Liang's body, causing large patches of blood to spread out. Shen Liang bit down on the towel; he didn't actually feel any pain from the tearing flesh anymore. Compared to the internal torment, he only felt a sense of pleasure.

“There’s no adrenaline, but the human body will automatically secrete adrenaline to relieve pain… Oh well, it’s still a human body after all.” Mistelin knelt in front of the boy, looked at him, and forcefully lifted his head to look into his weak eyes that he didn’t want to open.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m just a quantum state, a ghost or a phantom.” Mistelin held his head close to her chest, silent. “There’s nothing I can do.”

The showerhead sprayed cold water, a white-haired woman held a slender boy, blood was everywhere, and white steam rose from the blood. Mistelin thought that only at this moment did Shen Liang truly belong to her; at other times, Shen Liang was always surrounded by endless women and girls. As a prince or as a seductive little wildcat, he was never short of companionship.

But only in these moments of near-consciousness, when he was in so much pain in the cold rain, did he have Misteline. The same was true for Inazuma; before the Fox Palace had developed a way to alleviate his condition, when Shen Liang's aftereffects flared up, he could only hold her, drawing warmth from her, biting her neck and weeping until dawn.

At this moment, Shen Liang resembled a helpless little monster. He wasn't originally a Teyvat being; strictly speaking, he was indeed an alien monster. In front of everyone, Shen Liang presented himself as a beautiful, cute, and obedient little princess—a carefully crafted facade that made life easier and more comfortable. But to some extent, Mistelin actually preferred this sorrowful and helpless Shen Liang; she always wished he could curl up in her arms.

Perhaps it was jealousy—jealousy of Raiden, jealousy of Cecilia, jealousy of Gan Yufanan, even Alice, jealousy of other women who could unreservedly demand his affection. If Shen Liang only belonged to her when he was suffering, she didn't know if she wanted Shen Liang to suffer more.

Mistelin sensed that Shen Liang's rationality was crumbling more and more. He had already pulled open her clothes along her shoulders, pressed her against the bathroom wall, and bit her shoulder.

Mistelin silently watched the boy's face shift between grotesque contortions and pain. Shen Liang was probably losing control; he wanted to use Mistelin to vent his desires, but he didn't know how. Mistelin was merely an illusion; simple contact might satisfy him, but if Shen Liang tore open her clothes, he would find nothing underneath—the illusion was gone, leaving only emptiness. Biting her neck was useless; it would only break his own teeth, and she wouldn't even feel pain.

Unable to get what he wanted, the boy continued his ferocious behavior, seemingly losing all sense of reason in conversation. He lunged at Mistelin, but ended up slamming his head against the wall, curling up on the ground in pain, clutching his knees. The action was cute, but it also seemed rather clumsy. For a child known for his beauty and willfulness to be "clumsy" made Mistelin feel a sharp pang of pain in her heart.

"You damn lolicon, damn sister-complex, why don't you go and ask Gan Yu and the others to stay?" Mistelin said slowly. She actually had the answer herself. Although Shen Liang was willful and didn't care about other people's opinions, he was proud. As long as he had a breath of reason left, he wouldn't force others to do anything.

After his memories returned, the child couldn't possibly be unaware of what real couples should do, but he was unwilling to start things with Gan Yu and the others like that, because he knew he was of noble status and that even if Gan Yu spoke, she couldn't disobey his orders. Moreover, since there were already feelings between them, it would be fine to go along with it half-heartedly.

But that's not good, that's wrong. That kind of love between a man and a woman is mixed with too many things that shouldn't be involved. He has never liked the entanglement of power and interests in relationships. If he likes someone, he likes them. If he uses other things to achieve his goals, it's not pure, not even a little bit. Even half-hearted resistance won't work. He only wants to be completely and utterly in love.

"Don't let them know..." Shen Liang groaned softly.

That's it.

A possessive, insatiable desire, a sense of conquest that comes from having everything. These are the underlying traits of this boy's character. Accepting such a child's pride is truly not easy. Mistelin has thought more than once that he's just being nosy, and that he would have done many things long ago if he weren't so persistent. For example, why do you care whether I want to or not? You forced me to become a zombie, wouldn't it have been better to save your Cecilia sister? Now that you can't stand the heat, why don't you call Gan Yufanan Alice in? Do you think they're really unhappy about it? If all else fails, why don't you go to the Ji Palace a couple of days ago and write a proclamation for a selection of concubines, saying that Crown Prince Daoqi is choosing concubines from the mortal realm, and see how many girls rush to come? Don't you know how many people are lusting after your status and looks? What a chauvinist! He only thinks he's taking advantage and doesn't consider that the girls think the same way.

No one ever asked Shen Liang to make any promises or guarantees, but the proud boy always felt that he should be responsible for many people.

Does this person truly qualify as a scumbag?

At this moment, Rosalin from the next bedroom came out. In Shen Liang's dormitory, there was originally only one bathroom on the second floor. To accommodate Shen Liang's germaphobia, another one was built in Shen Liang's own bedroom. Therefore, Rosalin actually needs to go to the bathroom outside when she gets up at night.

She yawned and came out wearing only a thin nightgown. After all, Shen Liang usually didn't go out at night, so she wasn't on guard. Even now that she knew Shen Liang was a boy, she still couldn't muster any suspicion.

"Ah...hey, hey, hey...is someone inside?"

Rosalyn didn't push the door open, and then paused, "Liang'er?"

He's the only one left in the dorm now.

At that very moment, upon hearing the girl's voice, Shen Liang almost instantly lifted his head from Mistelin's arms. In the floodwaters, his eyes burst forth with an astonishingly fiery gold, his expression shifting from ferocious and bewildered to wild joy, a wild joy as fierce as a beast about to leap out!

Mistelin decisively suppressed his movements. She could only influence the macrocosm when it came to Shen Liang himself, and she absolutely could not allow Shen Liang to attack Rosalin! That would be too tragic; his suppressed rationality would just collapse like that, and that would be the worst possible outcome!

"Liang'er, are you feeling better?"

The only response she received was a boy's beastly growl, a sound that made Rosalyn's expression change slightly; she realized something.

Mistelin tightened her grip on Shen Liang's neck, shoving the frenzied little wolf back down, then frowned slightly.

Shen Liang, of course, had no way to answer.

Yae no Miko is unconscious, and neither Yae no Miko nor the General are in a suitable condition to intervene.

She hesitated for a long time, then looked at Shen Liang, who was biting her arm and whose eyes were no longer clear, and suddenly, she made up her mind.

—In that case.

—To protect your Pandora, my Liang'er, then... you won't blame me, will you?

—My junior, Miss Saint.

The door to Shen Liang's bedroom opened, and a barefoot girl in a nightgown with cascading white hair walked out, leaning weakly against the wall. Her features were extremely beautiful, and in the moonlight, she seemed to possess a religious sanctity. She looked at Rosalin and spoke softly, "Miss Rosalin, my darling has some things to do in the bathroom. If you need anything, just go downstairs."

Rosalyn was stunned.

She had always thought that the most beautiful person she had ever seen was Princess Inazuma, but when she saw her, she realized that she had seen even more beautiful people before. Shen Liang wasn't being stingy with his coffin; he had actually shown it to everyone several times, but the sleeping beauty was incomparable to the awakened one. When the woman in the coffin opened her eyes, even the moonlight seemed to dim.

Saint.

“Mistelin Shaniat?” Rosalind instantly recalled the name.

"How did you... come out of Liang'er's room?" In that instant, she thought of many things, her brain overheating!

How could this be? Everyone thought the woman in the coffin was no competitor! Shouldn't she be asleep? A woman of this caliber couldn't possibly belong to Liang'er, could she? Putting everything else aside, she looks old enough to be Liang'er's mother! Damn it, that won't work either. Liang'er is so young. If I had to say, I look like her mother too! How could there be such a beautiful woman in the world? A woman like this should be buried in a coffin and never come out!

You haven't been hiding from us that you actually woke up a long time ago, have you?

Mistelin, of course, knew Rosalin's shock and what Rosalin meant.

She simply smiled slightly, neither remaining silent nor refuting, but instead gently twirling a strand of white hair around her fingers, and said with a smile, "Just as you thought."

Rosalyn's face stiffened. She had only gotten up to drink water and wash her hands, and now she had no interest in washing them.

It was pretty sudden, I just didn't want to wash anymore.

She silently returned to her room.

"Ten," Mistelin mentally calculated.

She heard Rosalyn mutter as she climbed into bed.

"……eight."

She heard Rosalyn pull up the covers.

"……Four."

Rosalyn's hair rubbed against the pillow.

"……two."

Rosalyn's breathing gradually became steady.

"one."

Even breathing filled the air as the blonde girl quickly drifted off to sleep. Mistylin chuckled. Rosalind had always been a resilient girl; whatever she heard at night, she'd fall asleep the moment her head hit the pillow, deciding to deal with everything later. And since she had a meeting with Rustan the next day, she slept even more soundly, knowing she had to get up at six to put on her wedding dress and beautiful makeup.

“A wedding dress…” Mistelin opened the bathroom door.

Sure enough, the moment she opened the door, the enraged wolf pounced on her, slamming her violently onto the wooden floor. Then, Shen Liang's cold, golden eyes were devoid of emotion as he roughly lifted Mistelin and threw her onto the sofa. This was normally an impossible action; if Mistelin wanted to, he would never be able to touch her, but at this moment...

She possessed a tangible, pure beauty, and could feel Shen Liang's intense, burning breath.

body.

"Don't do this, baby," Mistelin said softly as he approached.

But she only said that; she didn't do anything.

The young wolf, already tormented to the point of deafness, revealed a joyful smile, perhaps delighted at the slight healing he was about to receive, or perhaps basking in the anticipation of victory. In any case, Shen Liang, devoid of reason, was now merely a young male beast.

But seeing the boy's upturned lips, Mistelin also revealed a barely perceptible smile.

—I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…

—What I'm about to do is something you absolutely cannot tolerate.

—Resent me, I deserve it.

“Even if you want to grind me to dust, I will continue.” Mistelin smiled through her tears, opening her arms to embrace Shen Liang as if holding the whole world in her embrace.

Chapter 114 Miss Rosalyn Donned Her Wedding Dress

At 3:25 a.m., at the Wangshu Inn ferry crossing, a torrential downpour began.

As a crucial stop on the land route between Mondstadt and Liyue, Wangshu Inn is always bustling with customers. The heavy rain wasn't suitable for trading, and it wasn't daytime either, so most people were still sound asleep to the sound of the rain. The old maid drowsily lifted her head from behind the counter and saw that the handsome guest had already silently lowered the doorplate and stepped outside into the rain.

The maid remembered that the guest was from Mondstadt, and seemed to be a knight. He was handsome, young, and approachable, without any of the airs of a Mondstadt nobleman. Even when leaving, he was so polite as not to disturb anyone's sleep. She saw that the guest was holding an umbrella and carrying a square box in his arms. The wooden box was breathable, and she could see that it was full of bright flowers.

The guest possesses the Eye of God, and luggage can be stored within it, but living things like flowers are inconvenient to store there. It's unknown who has the honor of being remembered by such a handsome Knight of Favonius, who went to great lengths to deliver flowers from Mondstadt in the pouring rain.

A ferry came, hanging with two lanterns, and docked in front of Rustan, like a sea beast resting on the bank of the blue river.

Although he was a commoner, Rustan was, after all, the vice-commander of the Knights of Favonius. His lack of ostentation and lack of entourage was already the limit of what Erendel could tolerate; at the very least, his transportation and travel arrangements had to be pre-booked. Therefore, this ship was arranged for Rustan by Erendel using his family connections, ensuring a journey of a thousand miles in a single day, guaranteeing him the fastest possible transport to the Jade Palace.

“Actually, there’s really no need for that. Whether you arrive in the morning, the afternoon, or tomorrow, I don’t mind.” Rustan looked at the boatman and smiled gently.

The boatmen were all strong men from the area. It was the dead of night, and they were all yawning; some were even dozing off on the gunwale. Aside from smugglers, no one in the world would work at night, but the Mondstadt people were offering such high pay. Liyue valued Mora more than any other nation; if you had Mora, you had to get things done, even if it meant walking two hours from Wangshu Inn along the Biyue River to Jueyun Karst.

"Since Young Master Rustan is sending flowers, these flowers will wilt in a few hours if picked, so I must deliver them to you." The boatman chuckled. "To see your wife?"

"Not yet... well, or rather, this trip is all for the proposal." Rustan said somewhat shyly as he stepped onto the ship's railing.

"Alright then. As our Liyue proverb goes, the human world is the best place, where matchmakers act as matchmakers. Judging from your route, you're heading to Jigong, right? Are you trying to get to the students' building before they get up? You Mondstadt people have that kind of saying, Luo... Luo what?"

"Romantic".

"Yes, it's all about creating a romantic atmosphere, giving that girl a surprise first thing in the morning, right?" The boatman pushed the pole aside, setting sail directly westward towards the Jueyun Mountains in the darkness. "As for you saying you don't mind, hey, what good is it if the girl does mind? We can't let you break your promise, you know. If the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl don't meet on the Magpie Bridge, wouldn't the magpie be deep-fried and eaten by the Weaver Girl?"

Rustan and the boatman both laughed, and the two joked around all the way.

"Then let's get there before dawn, Rosalyn... Rosalyn should have received my wedding dress by now. After this proposal, I will take her back to Mondstadt and give her a grand wedding."

"Hey, if you're planning to go back to Mondstadt to get married, then call us. We can book your round trip and give you a discount."

Rustan's expression suddenly turned troubled again. "But what if Rosalind makes a friend here and wants to get married here? Should I hold a ceremony here too? The wedding dress has arrived anyway...maybe that'll work?"

At four o'clock, Rustan stood below the second deck of the ferry, reaching out to catch the water dripping from the eaves, gazing towards the approaching mountains.

At 4:30, Rosalyn was still sprawled out in bed, fast asleep. On the windowsill lay the pure white strapless wedding dress, mailed by Rustan, and its layers of exquisite lace skirt. Under the moonlight, the dress shimmered and translucent, radiating the pure and simple beauty of ordinary happiness.