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Inside the detention room, Lu Jue was handcuffed to the wall with special handcuffs. His face was fierce under his messy silver hair, and even his tattoos looked somewhat ferocious.

Hearing the door open, he looked up sharply and glared fiercely at Jiang Ting, who was walking in slowly.

"...Where is the princess?"

Jiang Ting looked at him coldly, "You've learned two years of manners, and you've forgotten them all after just a few days of her pampering?"

SS-level mental power was released.

Lu Jue grunted, the pressure from the high-level mental power calming him down.

"...General," he said with a hoarse voice, "I just want to know if the princess is safe."

Jiang Ting took two steps closer, looked down at him, and asked, "Do you want to know if she's safe, or do you want to know if you've been abandoned?"

Lu Jue's breath hitched, and he opened his mouth, but ultimately no sound came out.

Seeing that he had behaved himself, Jiang Ting stopped pressuring him and withdrew his mental energy.

"The situation of the royal princess is none of a sinner's business. Just stay put."

The door slammed shut.

Lu Jue's tense body relaxed, and he slumped against the wall.

He has been imprisoned here for seven days, and no one will tell a convicted slave about the princess's situation.

Was Jiang Zhixia too injured to care for him, or... did she no longer want him?

Why don't you want him anymore?

Was it because he concealed the fact that he had eyes? Or was it because he revealed a brutal side that frightened her?

The boy curled up in a ball, his whole body shivering with cold.

Late at night, after finishing all his business, Jiang Ting returned to the palace and opened his bedroom door.

The female on the bed had her eyes closed, quiet and obedient.

The blanket suddenly moved.

He frowned and ripped it open.

"ha--"

A bald fox curled up in Jiang Zhixia's arms, looked up at him warily and hissed, then wriggled and pointed its rear end at him.

Jiang Ting: "..."

He expressionlessly pulled the blanket back over himself.

Whether it's slaves or animals, Jiang Zhixia's pets all have a knack for escaping from prison.

After receiving simple treatment, the fox woke up and escaped from its cage several times. It always managed to find Jiang Zhixia accurately in the vast palace and then snuggle into her arms like this.

Jiang Ting was too lazy to argue with it, and finally glanced at the unconscious female.

Her breathing was light and gentle, as if she were asleep, unconsciously releasing that fragrance, very faint, yet easily detected by him.

The spiritual energy was stirring.

Having tasted the sweetness of being soothed, his mental energy became restless whenever he got close to Jiang Zhixia.

He resisted the urge to lower his head and sniff, and turned to leave.

Shortly after the door closed, the person on the bed moved.

Jiang Zhixia slowly opened her eyes, using the moonlight to make her judgment.

Is this... the imperial palace?

Were those disgusting worms dealt with? Was she saved?

Just as she was about to sit up, she felt something warm rising and falling in her arms.

She was startled and stood frozen for several seconds after lifting the blanket.

What is this thing?

The little thing in her arms stirred, raised its pointed face, half-opened its eyes and lazily glanced at her, then snuggled closer to her.

……fox?!

Jiang Zhixia's lips twitched. "So ugly..."

She didn't recognize it at first glance because the bald fox was so ugly.

Where did this ugly thing come from?

She sat up inexplicably, and the fox followed her clingily, climbing onto her lap and curling up into a ball, finding a comfortable position to close its eyes.

Jiang Zhixia: "..." She's quite outgoing?

She gently stroked the fox a couple of times. Its fur seemed to have been shaved off, and the new fur was a bit prickly. However, it was very obedient and even stuck out its tongue to lick her wrist.

Since it doesn't seem aggressive, let's leave it alone for now.

I stretched and felt as if I had had a good sleep, my whole body felt refreshed.

Before she fainted, Su Chen was injured protecting her and bled a lot.

How is he?

And Lu Jue...

Lu Jue!

Jiang Zhixia jolted awake and was fully conscious.

She's in the palace now, so where is Lu Jue?!

It's over! It's over!

She tossed the bald fox aside, threw off the covers, and jumped out of bed.

The fox snorted in dissatisfaction, looked up and watched her rush barefoot out of the bedroom. She jumped off the bed to follow, but the door slammed shut behind her.

Fox: "...Eek?"

There are no servants in the living quarters inside the palace at night, and only a few dim lights are lit in the corridors.

Jiang Zhixia wandered around, relying on her memory, trying to find someone to ask about her condition after she fell into a coma.

A slightly ajar door appeared ahead.

A sliver of bright light shone through the crack in the door.

She walked over quickly and gently pushed him away.

Then her eyes widened.

This is a temporary meeting room, simply furnished.

The man was leaning back in a large chair with his eyes closed. His usually cold and stern face showed a deep weariness. His left sleeve was rolled up, revealing his smooth forearm. He had shed his aura of being unapproachable and showed a rare sense of relaxation.

Jiang Ting?

Jiang Zhixia had never seen Jiang Ting like this before, and stood at the door with a blank expression.

She tiptoed inside and called out softly, "Big Brother?"

The person in the chair did not react at all.

What could have made him so tired?

Just as she was about to call out again, she caught a glimpse of something scattered on the ground.

This is... an inhibitor?

Jiang Zhixia's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly grabbed Jiang Ting's arm to look at him.

Below the rolled-up cuffs, there were three fresh pinholes!

Jiang Ting received three injections of inhibitors at once?!

Is he insane?! That dosage could kill an orc!

Jiang Zhixia turned around and wanted to run to call for help.

"Come on—uh!"

A warm, large hand covered her mouth, and a cold breath suddenly enveloped her from behind!

Jiang Zhixia's pupils trembled violently twice.

"Don't shout." The voice in my ear was tired and hoarse.

With his eyes half-open, Jiang Ting used a little force to easily pull her onto his lap.

The side effects of the inhibitor made him react a little slowly. He paused for a moment, then said, "I'm fine... I'm just too tired. I don't need to call anyone."

After a moment, she released her grip. "...When did you wake up?"

After a long time, the female answered him in a trembling voice.

"……just."

Feeling exhausted, he didn't ask any more questions and leaned his head on her shoulder.

"It's good that you're awake... I'm so tired... I need to rest."

"……Um."

Before long, the sound of breathing in my ear became steady and long.

Jiang Zhixia sat stiffly in his lap, her fingers clenched tightly with a blank expression.

That night... it was him?!

……

Its daybreak.

Jiang Ting woke up from a dream filled with flying severed limbs and dismembered bodies.

I rubbed my temples and realized I was in a conference room.

He was so exhausted after taking the inhibitor last night that he slept here all night without any natural soothing effect. Even his dreams were filled with blood and violence, but he's used to it by now.

However, this time, perhaps because I had visited Jiang Zhixia, the first thing I dreamed of was a sea of ​​flowers, with a wonderfully fragrant aroma.

He didn't pay attention, stood up to take a shower, and planned to get ready to go see if Jiang Zhixia had woken up.

He had just stood up when he stopped.

His spiritual energy was transmitting long, pleasant signals to him within his body, as if he had been soothed...