The Prince Wants to Assassinate Me Every Day-Chapter 843 - 427: There Are Many Ways to Die, For Example... (Second Update)
The room was in disarray.
Song Yanqing initially worried that Xie Ruotong might kill him.
Because of Xie Ruotong’s anger, he became the target of her outburst.
Unexpectedly,
there was another way to die.
To die on Xie Ruotong’s bed.
By the end,
he genuinely felt that living wasn’t easy.
And just after it ended,
he fainted due to exhaustion.
Likewise, due to physical reasons, Xie Ruotong fell into a deep sleep after complete satisfaction.
Who knows how long they slept for.
Song Yanqing had never felt he had slept so soundly.
No dreams, no external sounds.
As if he had slept into eternity.
He hoped instead,
for a lifetime with Xie Ruotong.
Song Yanqing endured the pain and fell heavily to the ground.
In his sleep, someone had kicked him hard off the bed.
With a "thud" sound.
Perhaps,
even his bones were broken.
But Song Yanqing made no sound.
Having been with Xie Ruotong, he knew this was the outcome.
She didn’t pierce him with a sword, which was considered her mercy.
Song Yanqing lay on the ground, unmoving.
Covered in wounds.
Countless horrific injuries.
At this moment, Xie Ruotong seemed to see the image of Song Yanqing from their past harsh interrogations.
Not much different from the weakness of Song Yanqing back then.
But she wasn’t a bit forgiving.
Upon waking and seeing the man beside her was Song Yanqing, it was truly like a bolt from the blue.
Anyone could be there!
Just not Song Yanqing.
Just not him!
Why was he here?!
Why was he in her General Mansion?
Xie Ruotong suppressed the urge to kill, shouting towards the door, "Someone!"
There was immediate noise at the entrance.
Song Yanqing lay on the ground.
Just when Xie Ruotong thought he was dead, she heard him struggle to say, "Can I put on some clothes first?"
Xie Ruotong gave Song Yanqing a sidelong glance.
Slowly.
"Wait." Just as the maid approached, Xie Ruotong suddenly stopped her.
"General."
"Leave first." Xie Ruotong said coldly.
The maid could naturally hear the restrained anger in the General’s voice, quickly retreating and closing the door.
Song Yanqing listened to Xie Ruotong’s confident voice, having to mock his own frailty.
He said, "Thank you."
Xie Ruotong ignored him.
Song Yanqing seemed to take a deep breath before slowly crawling up from the ground.
The moment he stood up, his legs gave way, making him stumble backward.
He crashed into the nearby screen.
Song Yanqing hurriedly grabbed the screen to steady himself.
Xie Ruotong watched his state.
She turned her head to the side.
Song Yanqing paused for a moment.
Started looking for his clothes.
The clothes were strewn everywhere, not knowing where they were taken off.
His shaky body searched around.
Finally managed to find them.
He sat on the nearby bed, putting on his clothes.
With his whole body injured and exhausted, even dressing was a struggle for Song Yanqing.
So he took quite some time.
At that moment.
He suddenly saw a pair of fair hands start helping him put on his clothes directly.
Song Yanqing’s fingers twitched slightly.
He looked up at Xie Ruotong, watching her, at some point having already dressed, now with downcast eyes, biting her lip, genuinely helping him get dressed.
Song Yanqing’s heart was racing.
Given his current physical condition, any faster and he might just pass out.
He held his breath, dared not speak or make any move.
His whole body seemed frozen, sitting there, motionless.
Xie Ruotong was dressing rather irritably.
She really couldn’t bear Song Yanqing’s slow speed; she didn’t want to see him at all now, just wanted him to dress and leave quickly.
But after waiting for ages, Song Yanqing hadn’t even managed to put on one piece of clothing.
If not for knowing how rough she had been with him in the bedroom, she might really have killed Song Yanqing.
Xie Ruotong fumed as she dressed him.
Gradually getting angrier.
Looking at the torn clothes she couldn’t dress Song Yanqing properly in.
Song Yanqing seemed to realize it too.
He said, "It’s okay, as long as I’m wearing something."
Xie Ruotong glanced up at Song Yanqing.
Their eyes suddenly met.
Song Yanqing turned his head away again.
With his face covered in wounds, nothing could be discerned from his expression.
But his exposed ears and neck turned a bright red.
Xie Ruotong bit her lip.
Not understanding what Song Yanqing was so shy about?!
Hadn’t they done it before?!
Hadn’t he slept with Xie Ruilin before too?
Why act so innocent?
Xie Ruotong held back.
Roughly dressing him in the tattered clothes.
Although he looked a bit pitiful, it at least covered his body somewhat.
After he was dressed,
Xie Ruotong headed straight for the door.
The maid waited outside for her.
Timidly, not daring to speak.
Also knowing today’s General was different from usual.
Not daring to guess what had happened in the room all day.
"What time is it?" Xie Ruotong asked.
"It’s the hour of You, General." (5-7 p.m.)
She had unknowingly slept the entire day.
Xie Ruotong’s mind involuntarily flashed back to certain scenes, then quickly dismissed them.
"The General hasn’t eaten all day; I’ll have the kitchen prepare a meal."
"Alright." Xie Ruotong nodded.
Indeed, she was quite hungry.
The maid quickly left.
Song Yanqing finally reached the doorway.
His legs weak, even walking was difficult.
"I’ll have someone send you back." Xie Ruotong didn’t look at Song Yanqing, speaking coldly.
"Okay." Song Yanqing nodded.
Xie Ruotong walked ahead.
Song Yanqing followed her.
Song Yanqing watched as Xie Ruotong’s figure gradually disappeared into the distance.
He really couldn’t keep up.
After much difficulty, reaching the General Mansion’s gate, seeing Xie Ruotong already waiting for him there.
He felt a bit embarrassed but still could only slowly approach.
There were a few steps at the entrance.
Song Yanqing tried.
Couldn’t descend.
He dared not try again, afraid he’d just roll down if he did.
They stiffly remained like this for a long time.
Xie Ruotong suddenly grabbed his arm.
Song Yanqing nearly fell into Xie Ruotong’s arms.
Xie Ruotong was too strong.
That yank even hit the wound on his arm, Song Yanqing held back from crying out.
But his expression showed his discomfort.
Xie Ruotong loosened her grip slightly.
And felt some unspeakable emotions.
She had always known that after that interrogation, Song Yanqing’s health wasn’t good, visibly thin, but she hadn’t realized his frailty exceeded her expectations. Grasping his arm felt like she was only holding a bone.
Even when they were together,
his thinness had hurt her all over.
Xie Ruotong supported Song Yanqing down the steps.
Together they moved step by step.
Song Yanqing genuinely didn’t want to take advantage of Xie Ruotong, he didn’t dare, but due to his condition, he inevitably ended up leaning much of his weight on her.
Given that he wasn’t very heavy, Xie Ruotong didn’t mind much.
However, in the eyes of others, their actions seemed overly intimate.
