diskusbooks Chapter 40 Disliking that this king isn't fast enough?
Chapter 40 Disliking that this king isn't fast enough?
Su Mobai left the Qin Prince's residence with a big smile on his face.
After he left, His Highness the King of Qin's face darkened for a whole day.
Su Mowan couldn't ignore it even if she wanted to. She was still unaware that she had been implicated by Su Mobai, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask, "Your Highness, I haven't said a word, why are you looking at me like that?"
Murong Jing snorted coldly, his face still dark.
"Su Mobai came by this afternoon."
"He's here? Where is he?" Su Mowan asked, somewhat surprised.
"Of course they left."
Su Mowan was even more surprised: "What's my older brother doing here?"
"What else could we do? The whole capital knows about the assassination attempt last night."
As Murong Jing spoke, he instructed Qinghe to change the water in the hot water bag, and Qinghe responded and went out.
Su Mowan blinked, flattered: "Did they come to visit me? But I didn't even see them, why did they leave..."
Murong Jing coldly said, "How can you face anyone looking like this? Naturally, I, the king, will stop him from going back!"
Su Mowan coughed, surprised: "He just went back like that? So easy to talk to?"
After she finished speaking, she could clearly feel that Murong Jing's aura had become even colder.
"You swindled me out of 100,000 taels of silver before leaving, and you call that easy to talk to?"
"..."
Although Murong Jing's expression was calm, Su Mowan felt that he was gritting his teeth when he spoke.
So Su Mowan now knew why Murong Jing looked so upset, but could she be blamed for it?
"Since Your Highness knew it was a trap, why did you still fall into it?"
Isn't this stupid?
Murong Jing gave her a cold glance and remained silent.
Su Mowan felt very innocent, but she had to admit that Su Mobai was really capable of tricking Murong Jing into admitting defeat.
After she finished praising him in her heart, she realized that Murong Jing had already turned his back to her and was unbuckling his belt, and she immediately felt a jolt.
"Your Highness, would you like to rest here?"
Murong Jing didn't turn around and said matter-of-factly, "This is my bedroom. Where else would I sleep?"
Su Mowan was dumbfounded.
Didn't I hear that men in ancient times were very taboo about women menstruating? To put it more elegantly, they were afraid the smell of blood would offend them; to put it bluntly, they were disgusted by it.
Murong Jing understood what she meant, and immediately snorted, "I'm not going to touch you!"
"..."
Fine, let her say it for nothing.
Murong Jing took off his outer robe, leaving only his white inner garment, and gave an order to the door. A moment later, a maidservant came in carrying medicine powder and gauze.
After dismissing the maid, Murong Jing drove his wheelchair closer and placed the medicine powder and gauze on the bedside table.
Seeing that she didn't react, he said coldly, "Change the dressing."
Su Mowan quickly opened her eyes.
Although she still didn't have much strength in her hands, after resting for a day, she was able to barely prop herself up, but as soon as she moved, she was pushed back onto the bed.
Murong Jing frowned and said, "Behave yourself!"
"..."
Su Mowan gasped in pain and said helplessly, "Your Highness, why did you hit me so hard? I just wanted to sit up so I could change my dressing."
To everyone's surprise, Murong Jing's expression darkened and his eyes narrowed, his tone turning ominous: "I'm heavy-handed? Then who do you want to replace it for you?"
Su Mowan's eyes darted around. Realizing the power imbalance, this wasn't the time to challenge them, she immediately backed down: "That's not what I meant. I wanted to exchange it myself, so I won't trouble Your Highness!"
Murong Jing snorted coldly.
"How are you going to change yourself in this half-dead state?"
Before Su Mowan could even open her mouth, he ripped open her inner garment, revealing her bandaged shoulders and fair chest.
Murong Jing said coldly as he removed the old gauze, "I personally changed your dressing, what more could you want? If it were anyone else, I would have thrown them out long ago!"
"..."
Is this some kind of tug-of-war where someone just starts tearing clothes?
Su Mowan secretly rolled her eyes. No one else would be so stupid as to shield someone from an arrow! They would have run as far away as possible!
The gauze was lifted, revealing a hideous wound and blood-red flesh. There was still some medicine powder on the wound. Su Mowan glanced at it and then turned her face away.
Murong Jing took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the remaining medicine powder off the wound, then sprinkled fresh medicine powder on it.
Su Mowan felt a slight itch near the wound and immediately groaned.
Murong Jing paused, his voice softening for a moment.
He asked, "Does it hurt?"
Su Mowan shook her head and gritted her teeth: "Your Highness, please hurry up."
They're so slow and deliberate, she almost couldn't resist reaching out to grab them!
Upon hearing this, Murong Jing's eyes instantly darkened.
This woman... dares to complain that he's too slow!
With a flick of his wrist, the medicinal powder fluttered onto the wound. Murong Jing took the gauze and decisively covered it, pulling it along his shoulder to wrap it around.
Su Mowan couldn't help but groan again, "Your Highness! It hurts! Please be gentle!"
A hint of a smile flashed in Murong Jing's eyes, but it disappeared in an instant: "Weren't you just complaining that I wasn't fast enough?"
"..."
Su Mowan was speechless with bitterness. This person actually sought revenge. Very well, very domineering!
But isn't that just too childish?
Since she was still in his hands, Su Mowan said weakly, "This concubine will not speak. Your Highness, please proceed at your own pace."
Murong Jing let out a smug hum, and sure enough, he slowed down his movements and became much gentler.
After a short while, Murong Jing said calmly, "That's enough."
Su Mowan turned her head and caught a glimpse of a very pretty bow on her shoulder, and her heart immediately clenched with unease.
She stared at Murong Jing for a moment, utterly bewildered as to how such a girlish 'masterpiece' could come from such a cold and hard person...
It subtly exudes a charming contrast.
Seeing her eyes darting around, Murong Jing frowned: "What's wrong? Are you not satisfied?"
"Very...satisfied, Your Highness's cooking is excellent."
Su Mowan sincerely praised her.
Murong Jing's expression was a little strange. After a while, he said, "You already had an injury on your shoulder."
He saw it last night when he was sucking out her poisonous blood.
Su Mowan was somewhat surprised. The scar was so shallow that it was almost invisible. How did Murong Jing notice it?
She immediately hummed in agreement and explained, "It's an old injury from two years ago."
In fact, the two injuries are quite similar, both in terms of the nature of the injuries and the reasons for them.
Murong Jing asked, seemingly casually, "How did you get that injury?"
Su Mowan smiled, glanced at him, and said meaningfully, "When you see injustice on the road, you should draw your sword to help."
Clearly, Murong Jing hadn't grasped the deeper meaning behind her gaze. He sneered, "You helped others, but got hurt yourself? If you don't have the ability, don't force yourself to do it!"
Su Mowan raised an eyebrow and said coolly, "Your Highness is right. I'm starting to regret it now."
Murong Jing thought she had been convinced and reformed by his words, so he immediately said, "It's good that you know you regret it. If you are so reckless again, I will abandon your body as soon as you die!"
"..."