Gu Bailu pouted. I’m still feeling moody; why are you thinking about that already?
Wasn’t the master of Heavenly Palace Cliff supposed to be a deity who was pure of heart and free of desires?
Feng Qingtian didn’t seem like a deity at all!
…
Back in his bedroom, Lu Fenying saw that Qian’er was still lying on the bed and asked the maid who served her, “Did Princess Zi say anything?”
The maid replied respectfully, “Your Highness, Princess Zi said that Miss Qian’er needs to rest and that you shouldn’t disturb her. It’s best if she can sleep in a separate room.”
Lu Fenying looked at the bed again. He saw that Qian’er’s little face was thin and pale, which indeed was a sign of poor health.
Qian’er was usually very docile and barely raised her head when she spoke to him. When she did lift her head, however, he would see her watery eyes, like a pond in fall, and her lush, peach-like face.
Since when did she become so frail?
She hadn’t seemed as weak even when she was giving blood to Muwei.
Was it because she was pregnant?
“She doesn’t need a separate room. You can leave.” Lu Fenying waved and dismissed the maid, before he sat down next to the bed.
Staring at the swell of her belly, he wondered if the baby really was the Nether King’s.
He knew that Mo Qian’er was actually very stubborn even though she looked meek. He didn’t believe that she would let another man touch her.
How could she let another man apart from him touch her?
“Black Wolf, investigate her relationship with the Nether King.”
Someone responded from the dark, and the room fell silent once more.
Qian’er slowly opened her eyes. Seeing Lu Fenying’s handsome face, she frowned slightly. “Your Highness, why are you here?”
“This is my room. I can’t come back to my room?” Lu Fenying was enraged by her question.
For some reason, when Mo Qian’er spoke to him now, she always felt distant
But she belonged to him! She was a slave who had been raised in the crown prince’s residence!
Where did she get her arrogance from? Did she think that she could escape him again?
“Mo Qian’er, let me warn you, don’t try to escape again. You were born in the crown prince’s residence, and you will die here. Don’t forget your slave mark. I can kill you whenever I want.”
Lu Fenying gave her a warning.
Qian’er sat up straight and looked at him calmly. “Whatever you say, Your Highness.”
Qian’er got off the bed and put on a cloak. She was about to leave, when Lu Fenying grabbed her wrist. “Where are you going?”
Qian’er felt like her wrist was going to be crushed, and she frowned at the pain. “Your Highness, I’m going to the toilet. Do I need your permission to do that,too?”
Lu Fenying looked at her suspiciously and angrily, but he let her go in the end.
He was truly fuming. He couldn’t sense respect or fear from Mo Qian’er at all. Her voice was as gentle as ever, but it was frighteningly cold.
Lu Fenying paced back and forth in the room.
He didn’t know what was wrong with Mo Qian’er, but he couldn’t accept this situation.
He was her master, and she should obey and respect him. Who gave her the confidence to stand up to him like that?
Was it Prince and Princess Zi?
No, he had to get Feng Qingtian to take that insufferable, audacious woman away as soon as possible. She was a bad influence on Mo Qian’er.
Thinking that, he also recalled Su Muwei’s pleas.