The Prime Minister's Estate.
The young Daoist, Gu Su, was in Ling Yue's arms, sobbing so hard that he couldn't catch his breath. He even complained.
Shi Sheng stood by the door, his Iron Sword clanging against the floor.
Shi Sheng felt like something had been stolen from him.
He really wanted to chop that brat up.
The two Yue Yue exchanged glances. Their Lord's aura was really scary.
In the end, Shi Sheng couldn't take it anymore. He walked over, grabbed Gu Su's collar, and pulled him out of Ling Yue's arms.
"Senior Brother … Senior Brother." Gu Su grabbed Ling Yue's hand, his face like a crying kitten. "Let go of me, I want Senior Brother."
"Who allowed you to want him?" Shi Sheng said darkly, pointing his sword at Gu Su's hand. "Let go."
"I won't, Senior Brother … Ugh … Senior Brother, save me."
"Prime Minister …" Ling Yue grabbed Gu Su's hand. "He's still young."
"Thirteen or fourteen years old is old enough to serve others. How is he young? Let go." Shi Sheng's Iron Sword was already on Gu Su's wrist. "One last chance, or I'll chop off your hand."
"Wuuu, don't … Senior Brother …"
"Prime Minister …"
Dai Yue and Ying Yue stood outside, watching the scene unfold. They couldn't bear to watch.
They couldn't imagine their wise and mighty Prime Minister threatening a child.
Dai Yue suddenly felt something heavy in her arms. She reflexively caught him, only to see a dirty little face with red eyes from crying.
"Don't let me see him."
"Bang!"
Dai Yue looked at the door being slammed shut, then at the person in her arms. Her mouth twitched.
'My Lord, aren't you trying to take his life?
When this young Daoist makes a fuss, it's practically a tragedy. '
"Dai Yue, um, I still have something to do, so I'll be leaving first." Ying Yue winked at Dai Yue, giggling, then ran out of the estate.
Dai Yue: "…" How careless of her to make friends.
Shi Sheng closed the door, then aggressively walked toward Ling Yue. Ling Yue was so frightened by his aura that he took a step back.
Behind him was the bed. Ling Yue's feet hit the foot of the bed, so he sat down on it.
Shi Sheng reached out and bent over to support himself on the bed. Ling Yue could only lean back.
"Prime Minister …" It was improper for men and women to touch each other.
Shi Sheng looked straight into his eyes and said word by word, "You're not allowed to touch anyone in the future, not even men."
"This is my freedom," Ling Yue said with a stiff expression.
He didn't want to admit that he wasn't disgusted at all when she said that.
Instead, it was as if he had said countless times that this was how they should be.
"I'll kill whoever you touch. Go ahead and touch whoever you want to die."
Ling Yue was speechless. 'Did I run into a lunatic?'
Taking a deep breath, he said with an indifferent expression, "I agreed to go down the mountain, Prime Minister. Since Prime Minister helped me, we are even."
"Even?"
Ling Yue's heart skipped a beat. For some reason, he felt like there were countless twists and turns when she said those two words, as if she was able to infer gratitude and hatred from them.
Shi Sheng knelt on the bed, and Ling Yue was forced to continue cowering as he furrowed his brows.
"Even? You're dreaming. Do you really think I'll let go of the fact that you stabbed me? " Shi Sheng slowly climbed up the bed, and Ling Yue could only retreat until he was pressed against the wall. There was nowhere else to go.
"I helped you that night … Do you really think I'll let it go just like that?"
Ling Yue's face instantly heated up, and the tips of his ears turned red. His heart beat like a drum, and the thumping of his heart affected every nerve in his body. He didn't dare to look straight at Shi Sheng.
"I'm very sorry about stabbing you, Prime Minister. But you were the one who trespassed on Mt. Wanyuan first."
"But you were the one who injured me." Shi Sheng smiled. "Assassinating the Prime Minister is a capital offense."
Ling Yue was speechless.
Shi Sheng's fingertips slowly slid down his collar and landed on his lower abdomen. He smiled meaningfully, clearly harboring evil intentions. "Little Daoist, do you want this Prime Minister to help you one more time?"
Ling Yue's body stiffened. He couldn't forget that night even if he wanted to.
In fact …
Occasionally, he would even dream of things that shouldn't have happened.
How could he have such thoughts?
"Prime Minister, don't force me." Ling Yue's expression suddenly turned cold.
Shi Sheng moved his hand away and quickly kissed him on the lips. "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. But remember one thing: I'll make you fall in love with me. Before that, you're not allowed to leave the Prime Minister's residence. "
Ling Yue's mind was currently buzzing.
She kissed him …
She actually kissed him …
Shi Sheng retreated from the bed and straightened his clothes. "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something? You probably didn't eat much in the palace. "
Ling Yue stared blankly at him.
"Don't worry, I won't drug you. If I wanted to use force, you'd be …" Shi Sheng swept a roguish gaze over him.
Ling Yue's face was burning hot as he pulled the blanket over himself.
How could this woman be so shameless?
"Pffft —"
As expected, no matter who her Feng Ci turned into, he couldn't change his shyness.
Shi Sheng was in a good mood as he went outside to order the servants to prepare some food.
Even after all the dishes were served, Ling Yue was still sitting on the bed with a red face.
"Do you want me to feed you?"
Ling Yue shook his head.
"Then why aren't you getting down?" Shi Sheng paused. "I'll carry you."
With that, he walked over to the bed.
Ling Yue immediately lifted the blanket and got off the bed.
Shi Sheng looked at him regretfully, then returned to the table. "Let's eat."
He watched as Shi Sheng sat down. There were still two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, but he didn't move.
"You want to eat here too?"
"Can't I? The entire Prime Minister's residence is mine. It's my freedom to eat wherever I want. "
Ling Yue: "…" He had no reason to refute.
He dawdled for a while, but in the end, he still went over. It was true that he hadn't eaten much in the palace.
Even the amount of water he drank was very little.
Considering that Ling Yue was a Taoist priest, Shi Sheng had the servants prepare vegetarian dishes. Although they couldn't compare to the modern world's chefs, they were still delicious.
Ling Yue didn't say anything and just picked up his bowl to eat.
Shi Sheng realized that he was actually a picky eater. Out of several dishes, he only ate one.
Shi Sheng: "…" Why do I feel like he's going to be hard to deal with this time?
"I want to go back to Mt. Wanyuan." Ling Yue put down his bowl and looked at Shi Sheng.
Shi Sheng tilted his head and glanced at him. "Did you ignore everything I said just now?"
Ling Yue pursed his lips. "I want to go back to Mt. Wanyuan to get something."
Shi Sheng's tense expression immediately brightened. "Mm, I'll accompany you back tomorrow."
Shi Sheng asked the servants to take away the dishes before she left.
As he was leaving, he asked, "Where's your sword?"
"It's in the palace," Ling Yue replied with a frown.
He had to go and get it back.
"Have a good rest. I'll take you back to Mt. Wanyuan tomorrow." Shi Sheng nodded. "Don't run off, or I'll kill your junior brother."
"You won't," Ling Yue suddenly replied confidently.
"Is that so? Then you can try." Shi Sheng's lips twitched into a fake smile.
*
Shi Sheng: Everyone who touches you feels like they're stealing. This Prime Minister agrees with this saying.
Little Fairy: What's wrong with you?
Shi Sheng: (Smiling while drawing sword)
Little Fairy: (Kneeling down with a thud) Great God, I was wrong.
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