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Chapter 287: Chapter 287 Minister under the Skirt (9)

“Let’s rest around here.”

“Some of you check the surroundings, the rest stay put and rest.”

Nearly twenty people in the team stopped to reorganize; what was once a peaceful place suddenly bustled with activity.

The glow of fire gradually rose, and the aroma of food began to waft through the whole forest.

“Young Master Murong, what do you think caused that huge commotion a few days ago?”

The Blue-Clothed Young Master, sitting by the campfire, heard the question and raised an eyebrow with a smile, “If you want to know, you can go take a look.”

“Young Master Murong, isn’t that a joke? With such a huge commotion, I wouldn’t dare to go there with my strength,” the man quickly waved his hand.

He was just curious.

At that time, they were too far away, only seeing a great disturbance in a certain direction.

Now that so many days have passed, even if they went to look, it was unlikely there would be any benefits to reap.

Murong Ce clicked his tongue, “Coward.”

The man’s face changed in an instant.

Yet out of consideration for Murong Ce’s status, he dared not make a scene.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Murong Ce said, “Bring the person over.”

The man knew whom Murong Ce was referring to and quickly dropped his belongings to fetch the person.

This person was someone they had picked up a few days ago; at the time, he was attacked by a Xuan beast and was about to have his neck bitten off when Murong Ce suddenly ordered them to save him.

Murong Ce, despite his good looks,

was incredibly ruthless—none of them could match him when he got tough.

Murong Ce had saved the man’s life only to torment him; they weren’t clear why, all they could do was pity the man.

It was his misfortune to have come across Murong Ce.

The man was quickly brought before Murong Ce.

The red clothing on the man was somewhat worn and stained with dark blood. Thrown to the ground, the man fell forward, revealing wrists full of scars.

“What are you up to today?” The man’s voice was mocking, seemingly unafraid of Murong Ce.

Murong Ce grabbed the man’s chin, “You still have plenty of spirit after all these days, I quite admire that.”

“Thank you,” the man’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

Murong Ce’s anger surged instantly, “Xie Shu, you don’t think she’s going to come and save you, do you?”

Xie Shu fell silent.

Murong Ce suddenly laughed twice, “She likes nothing but your face, tell me, if you no longer have that face, would she still like you?”

“Then I should thank Young Master Murong,” Xie Shu scoffed.

“…”

Murong Ce kicked Xie Shu.

He pulled a burning stick out of the fire and held it up to Xie Shu’s face.

Xie Shu’s features, delicate and stunning enough to evoke envy, were clearly illuminated. His face was fearless, and the flames reflected in his eyes jumped as if echoing the fire blazing within his heart.

“You really think I wouldn’t dare to do it?” Murong Ce’s eyes were filled with malice.

“Go ahead,” Xie Shu leaned his face toward the flame, a provocative smile forming on his lips, “I would thank Young Master Murong.”

Murong Ce’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Everyone around fell silent, but not many dared to look; they all hung their heads, silent as statues.

“Alright then, Xie Shu, you have spirit, don’t you!” Murong Ce, holding Xie Shu’s shoulder, brought the flame closer to Xie Shu’s eyes, who felt the heat scorching.

Murong Ce’s hand slid downward, not landing on his face but instead on his shoulder.

“I won’t lay a hand on that face of yours; after all, it’s so handsome that many people like it.” Murong Ce’s venomous voice resonated, “Once we get out of here, I guarantee you’ll become the most sought-after courtesan.”

The pain on his shoulder spread; beads of cold sweat formed on Xie Shu’s forehead.

Yet he was still smiling, a smile like the red spider lily flowers blooming in the night, bewitching and piercing.

“Young Master Murong won’t catch His Highness’s eye, what’s the use of taking your anger out on me? Even without me, His Highness would still never spare you a glance.”

“Shut up!”

Murong Ce, enraged, swung the burning stick toward Xie Shu’s cheek.

Xie Shu clenched his fist and closed his eyes.

However, the expected pain did not come.

The rustling of clothes was gentle, and a crisp snap sounded from ahead, while the burning sensation on his cheek disappeared at the same time.

Xie Shu opened his eyes.

Murong Ce was pinned to the ground by the woman, and the deadwood burning in his hand was pointing towards himself.

Standing against the light, the woman resembled a Divine Sage who had descended suddenly, her entire being exuded a cool and elegant disdain for the mundane world.

“You’re so noisy.”

The woman’s clear voice gained a few shades deeper due to the Night Color.

Murong Ce, unusually, did not react at all and just stared at her intently.

“Release Young Master Murong!”

Those on the periphery, after their initial shock, quickly came to their senses and crowded around.

“Who allowed you to come over, step back!” Murong Ce rebuked them, his face transforming from ferocious to affectionate, “Ying Yu, you weren’t frightened, were you?”

Chuzheng: “…”

This person had quite a reputation in Jianing Country.

But he seemed not to be from Jianing Country.

Due to an accident, Murong Ce met Chu Yingyu, and after love at first sight, he pursued her relentlessly.

Unfortunately, Chu Yingyu did not fancy him and refused to pay him any attention.

So…

“I am not Chu Yingyu.” Chuzheng kicked him to the ground, pressed the still-sparking deadwood onto his shoulder with his hand, and coldly warned, “Don’t call me that.”

Looking just like that bastard really was her rotten luck.

Murong Ce felt the same pain as Xie Shu and couldn’t help but cry out.

From high above, Chuzheng looked down at him indifferently. Just as she was about to kill Murong Ce, two strands of Xuan Qi attacked from her left and right.

“Young Master Murong!”

As Chuzheng dodged the Xuan Qi, Murong Ce got dragged away by someone.

Chuzheng glanced over, so many people…

She couldn’t win.

Forget it.

Chuzheng turned and walked over to Xie Shu.

Only then did Xie Shu see clearly what she held in her arms, a golden bundle. The little creature lifted its head, its fiery red eyes rolling around as it surveyed him, seemingly with bad intentions.

Chuzheng stood in front of him, her thoughts unclear.

After a while, she held the Tianjin Mouse properly and stretched her hand towards him, “Get up.”

Xie Shu’s peripheral vision caught Murong Ce behind him, his face twisting darkly as he watched them.

Xie Shu withdrew his gaze, looking at the hand in front of him, noting how pale and slender it was.

Before, whenever she wanted to touch him, Xie Shu would feel disgusted, but now he actually found that hand attractive, wanting to reach out and hold it.

And he did just that.

Xie Shu concealed the murderous intent in his eyes, raised them, and smiled lightly, “Your Highness went through quite some trouble to find me, should I be grateful?”

Chuzheng nodded earnestly, “Mhm.” Be sure to thank me! I’m a good person!

Xie Shu: “…”

Xie Shu frowned slightly, that strange feeling again, what was she playing at?

Xie Shu used Chuzheng’s help to stand up.

These days, he’d been tormented by Murong Ce quite a bit, his body simply couldn’t hold up, and before he could steady himself, he started to fall towards the ground.

Chuzheng, holding the Tianjin Mouse, didn’t want to let go, so she could only watch with wide eyes as Xie Shu fell.

Chuzheng: “…” No, the Little Mouse is more important!

Tianjin Mouse: “…” Humans are terrifying, this poor little fellow, tormented by that man, and now about to be tormented by this woman.

Xie Shu: “…”

So this was her punishment for running away?

Xie Shu pushed himself up and stood again.