“Commander Han, be sensible and step aside. I do not wish to harm innocent bystanders,” Song Xiuyuan stated, his words precise as he looked at Han Wei.
“My apologies, Prime Minister, but with me here, you cannot enter my chambers.” As Han Wei finished speaking, he suddenly attacked, a long sword appearing in his hand from nowhere, pointing directly at Song Xiuyuan.
Song Xiuyuan’s gaze turned cold, his eyes radiating a frost that could freeze everything. “In that case, I will show no mercy.”
Wind stirred, sword energy formed a rainbow, jade light flashed, and blood stained the sky.
After a few exchanges, Han Wei’s sword sank into the ground, and he knelt on one knee, blood still trickling from his lips. “You…”
“As I said, I do not wish to harm innocent bystanders,” Song Xiuyuan said coldly, sheathing his sword and looking at Han Wei.
Han Wei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Song Xiuyuan standing before him. Clad in white as pure as snow, his gaze was like the wind, his countenance like jade, and his presence could wash the sky with blood.
Suddenly, Han Wei seemed shocked. “You… you are…”
Song Xiuyuan gave a cold smile. “Commander Han, do not mistake me for someone else.”
Han Wei returned to his senses, seeing the ordinary face before him, his doubts vanished.
He remembered that person did not have such a countenance.
Xue Xingyue never imagined that she would be so humiliated by Qi Yuyuan one day. She clenched her fists tightly, hoping the pain of her nails digging into her palms would remind her to stay clear-headed.
“Qi Yuyuan, don’t… don’t force me to hate you,” she gritted her teeth, staring fiercely at Qi Yuyuan.
Qi Yuyuan’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “You have hated me long enough; this moment won’t matter. Only by having you will you not leave me.”
“You… dream on. You will only get my body. Qi Yuyuan, you are truly pathetic, needing such a method to keep someone. Do you think you are the most pathetic person in the world?” The drug’s effects were intensifying, and Xue Xingyue felt she couldn’t hold on much longer.
“Miss Xue…” Qi Yuyuan leaned in, wanting to kiss the lips he dreamed of kissing, wanting to possess her. She was his, in his past life, and in this life. No matter how she changed, she could only be his.
She turned her head. “Qi Yuyuan, you make me feel disgusted.”
Qi Yuyuan’s kiss landed on her neck. Never had she felt so disgusted, so repulsed. She remembered Song Xiuyuan had kissed her before, but then she only felt her heart pound wildly, unlike this utter resistance.
The drug in her body reached its peak. Her mind couldn’t help but think of Song Xiuyuan. If given a choice, she would rather be with Song Xiuyuan than Qi Yuyuan.
Tears streamed down her face, her vision blurring. Her body desperately craved a man’s touch, yet she held on with her last shred of reason, wanting to refuse.
“Miss Xue.” A deep, magnetic voice sounded in her ear. She felt like her ears were playing tricks on her; she thought she heard Song Xiuyuan’s voice.
“You… you are… Song…”
“I am.”
Her tears flowed instantly. “You… why are you only coming now?”
She clutched his hand tightly and violently tore open his clothes. When her palm touched his strong physique, her whole body trembled. “If you are Song Xiuyuan, I want you.”
“I want you, Song Xiuyuan…”
As her words fell, her tears flowed. “Song Xiuyuan…”
“Don’t cry.” His voice was deep and steady, yet it held a subtle tremor. He kissed away her tears and said slowly, “From now on, you are my wife. My life is only for you.”
“My life is only for you.”
Her head was splitting, and her body felt as if it were being torn apart by five horses. Xue Xingyue woke up feeling like her body was no longer her own.
Suddenly, she remembered what happened after she took the drug yesterday and was taken away by Qi Yuyuan. Her gaze turned icy.
The door was suddenly pushed open. She looked towards the entrance and saw a figure in white walk in. He stood tall and elegant, his gaze soft as he looked at her. She was startled. “Song… Song Xiuyuan?” Suddenly, she remembered she seemed to have dreamt of Song Xiuyuan last night. Could it be?
“My dear wife, after I gave myself to you, do you intend to rene off your word?”
With a flush, Xue Xingyue felt her body burn like a furnace. She quickly pulled the quilt over her face. “What… what are you talking about?”
“My dear wife, you called out for your husband all night. How can you not remember it when you wake up?”
“Get out, Song Xiuyuan, get out!” she yelled from under the quilt.
“My dear wife, I know you had a tiring day yesterday. I specifically stewed a pot of red date and bird’s nest soup for you to replenish your strength.”
“Song Xiuyuan, get out.” Xue Xingyue felt Song Xiuyuan was doing this deliberately. She grabbed the sheet beneath her, bunched it up, and threw it towards Song Xiuyuan.
There was silence for a while. She slowly reached to move the quilt away, but then his voice rang out, “My dear wife, why are you showing this to your husband? I already examined it last night.”
She was stunned. What item? She poked her head out from under the quilt and saw the sheet she had thrown earlier held by Song Xiuyuan. The red stain on the sheet pierced her eyes.
She had actually… had the virginity blood from her first night… “Ah, Song Xiuyuan, I’ll kill you!” She kicked off the quilt and rushed towards Song Xiuyuan.
Unexpectedly, Song Xiuyuan put his hands behind his back, looking at her with a smiling face. “My dear wife, even if you weren’t, your husband wouldn’t mind.”
“Song Xiuyuan, what are you talking about?”
Just as she reached to snatch the sheet from Song Xiuyuan, she discovered her legs were incredibly sore. In an instant, she felt like a paralyzed person and stumbled towards the ground. A hand firmly embraced her, and as she felt his presence, her face instantly flushed red.
“My dear wife, being able to be with me is my greatest wish. Your virginity blood or not, it matters not.” His voice was soft but very serious, without a trace of perfunctoriness.
“Don’t you care?” she turned her head, looking at him.
His gaze was clear at this moment, sparkling like stars. “What I care about is whether you want to be with me. I don’t care about anything else.”
Upon hearing this, she snorted coldly. “I don’t believe it. Don’t all men care most about that streak of virginity blood?”
He suddenly fell silent. A surge of anger rose within her. “Why aren’t you saying anything? Did I hit the mark?”
He only held her tighter. His breath fell on her face, a fresh aroma lingering around her nostrils.
He felt her body tremble. Suddenly, she pushed him away. “Song Xiuyuan, last night I was impatient because…”
“Yue’er, you don’t need to explain anything to me. Whatever you say is the truth.”
She was startled and turned to walk towards the bed. “I’m tired. Can you leave?”