Dong Huiying lay on the bed like a stinky salted fish, occasionally letting out a soft hum, comfortably enjoying the man’s service.
This person seems to have beco a lot more obedient?
In the night, though not very clearly visible, she could vaguely make out his silhouette, and her heart ward slightly.
The man was sitting at her feet, massaging her calves. He seed focused, yet suddenly, as if unintentionally, he said, "The one who attacked last night should have been sent by Charles. He has always been close with the Seventh Princess, and since he already knows I’m in South City, the next step must be to inform the Seventh Princess in Mist Capital. I don’t have much ti left, so I have to remove all the obstacles, the hindrances, and the nuisances before the Seventh Princess rushes back."
Actually, if it weren’t for Lu Yinyin causing such a fuss, unsettling even in death by luring the Seventh Princess to Mist Capital, he would have been able to delay further and take action once everything was ready. But because Lu Yinyin disrupted his plans, he had to draw in the net earlier than planned. It was a bit tough, but he believed he would ultimately prevail.
Dong Huiying glanced at him, thinking that her husband seed to be a bit of a chauvinist?
Such heavy pride. As she pondered why he suddenly brought up the Seventh Princess and Charles, she heard him softly say, "Mistress understands Gu, can you help ?"
"You want to use Gu on those people?"
She turned over, propped herself up, and sat up.
At the mont, she was sitting at the head of the bed, while he sat cross-legged at the foot.
He pressed his lips together, "Although I was a bit muddled before, I vaguely rember you saying that whether it’s the current or the forr , it’s the sa person with similar personality traits. You also said that by relying on you, I’d be trusting you, rather than always doing things alone without involving you."
He paused, then unconsciously smoothed down his hair, "I don’t know what the forr was thinking, but if you say our personalities are alike, I think I can answer for him."
He then seriously looked towards her: "Do you know how bloody the things I’ve done are? Do you know how many lives are in my hands? You are the Mistress, and according to Dayuan’s system, the Mistress is esteed like the heavens, and if the Mistress is capable, the husband shares her glory. But those things I’ve done, many tis, even I... can’t quite bear them, I feel so disgust towards myself. Mistress, would you really want to stand beside soone like ? Even if it ans paying a huge price, being dragged into that bloody vortex, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood piling up in our hands, carrying the weight of countless lives?"
Dong Huiying: "!!!"
Perhaps she should light a lamp, she really wanted to see the expression on his face at this mont.
But even in the darkness, his gaze was so profound, yet within its depth lay a blazing brightness.
How should she describe her introspective emotions? She thought she was shocked!
Her voice turned a bit hoarse as she looked at him and asked, "By telling this, are you trying to say that you’ve always been protecting ? Whether in the past or now, you didn’t want to beco like you, with bloodstained hands? So, that’s why you..."
She bit her lip, knowing that communication is the most important thing between people.
Many misunderstandings, many regrets, mostly stem from miscommunication.
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