The Prince Wants to Assassinate Me Every Day-Chapter 939 - 523: I’m Afraid You Won’t Know How Much I Love You Unless I Say It
"My lady, I..." Song Yanqing spoke.
Xie Ruotong turned away directly, "Song Yanqing, if you say another word, I’ll throw you out of the carriage...mm!"
Xie Ruotong widened her eyes.
Gong Jingyi watched from the side, stunned by the lord’s bold and domineering actions today.
The lord actually dared to forcefully kiss the General.
How could such a gentle "little wife" have so much courage!
The lord isn’t afraid of really being killed by the General with a single slap?!
But this scene...
How can she possibly just disappear into thin air.
After her initial shock, Xie Ruotong instantly pushed Song Yanqing away.
The force was great.
With a loud "bang".
The lord was seen flying straight out.
He crashed into the carriage beside them.
The noise was enormous.
At that moment, Song Yanqing felt that he almost took flight.
He lay motionless on the soft cushion of the carriage.
The discomfort of his drunkenness and Xie Ruotong’s merciless slap made him feel like he might disappear entirely.
There was silence in the carriage after the loud bang.
Song Yanqing still lay as if dead.
Finally, Gong Jingyi couldn’t help but ask, "General, could the lord be dead?"
"Only villains live a thousand years!" Xie Ruotong replied coldly.
She knew the strength of her slap couldn’t really kill Song Yanqing.
"But the lord’s body is frail; perhaps a light push could finish him off."
"..." Xie Ruotong looked at Gong Jingyi.
"I’ll take a look at the lord."
With that, Gong Jingyi approached to check on him.
Then realized the General had already moved to check the lord’s breath.
Gong Jingyi couldn’t help but smile.
So the General was afraid the lord was dead after all.
Xie Ruotong placed her finger near Song Yanqing’s nose, carefully feeling for breath.
The next moment, Song Yanqing suddenly opened his eyes.
Xie Ruotong quickly withdrew her hand.
She reiterated, only villains live a thousand years.
Song Yanqing gazed at Xie Ruotong’s angry demeanor, but his smile was unusually charming as he murmured, "I won’t die. I’m not willing to leave my lady behind."
Xie Ruotong felt a slight stir in her heart, though she maintained a cold exterior.
Only Gong Jingyi noticed.
The General’s face had an imperceptible hint of reddening.
Clearly, she was moved too.
After Song Yanqing finished speaking, he closed his eyes and said no more.
He was truly feeling awfully drunk.
And couldn’t utter another word.
The carriage soon arrived at the General Mansion.
By then, Song Yanqing had already fallen asleep.
Though quite tall, lying on the carriage, he seemed just like a heap.
A fine grown man, how could he elicit such a tender and delicate impression.
Gong Jingyi was about to call the guards to support Song Yanqing when she saw the General had already moved to help him off the carriage.
Song Yanqing let his whole body’s weight rest on Xie Ruotong.
For a drunken man, he was truly not light.
But Xie Ruotong, skilled in martial arts and a veteran of many battles over the years, could manage Song Yanqing’s weight.
She dragged him, disembarked the carriage, and then dragged him into the General Mansion.
Gong Jingyi watched their retreating figures from behind, suddenly noticing something, and smiled slyly.
The General was indeed of two minds.
Seeming indifferent to the lord.
Yet at this moment, helping the lord through the gate was done with such care, as if afraid the delicate lord might be bumped or fall.
Xie Ruotong helped Song Yanqing onto the bed.
Mu Dong quickly brought hot water to wipe down the young master.
"Lady." Song Yanqing tugged at Xie Ruotong, who was about to leave.
Xie Ruotong frowned.
"Please don’t go, alright?" Song Yanqing looked at her with open eyes.
His gaze full of hope.
Xie Ruotong pursed her lips.
"I promise not to snore. I’m very well-behaved. Will you sleep with me for a while?" Song Yanqing’s eyes were filled with expectation.
The yearning in his eyes made it momentarily impossible for Xie Ruotong to refuse.
Mu Dong, wiping the young master’s body nearby, felt flushed and heated.
When had the young master become so... shameless.
Having served him since childhood, he had never seen the young master like this.
Even when he claimed to favor his aunt, he never behaved so ingratiatingly or submissively.
"General, I’ll take my leave," Mu Dong quickly took the hint to exit.
He left in haste, even before finishing wiping down the young master.
Having followed the young master for many years, he naturally understood the dynamics between the young master and the General and knew how much the young master longed to start anew with the General. He certainly wouldn’t interfere.
Rarely did the young master get drunk, becoming so... temptingly alluring.
The door to the room closed at once.
Xie Ruotong was speechless with Mu Dong’s action.
Leaving the towel on Song Yanqing’s body, the man disappeared from sight.
Xie Ruotong pushed Song Yanqing’s hand away.
Song Yanqing held on tighter, "Lady..."
"Let me wipe you down," Xie Ruotong said straightforwardly.
Song Yanqing seemed shocked by these words.
He stared at Xie Ruotong.
Xie Ruotong felt slightly uneasy being watched by Song Yanqing and said indifferently, "If you don’t want to, it’s fine..."
Saying so, Xie Ruotong turned to leave.
Song Yanqing held her hand tighter and enunciated clearly, "I want to."
Xie Ruotong pursed her lips, "Then let go of my hand."
Instinctively, Song Yanqing tightened his grip.
Seemingly afraid she’d leave.
The next moment, he released her hand.
It seemed to be an act of trust.
Xie Ruotong turned back around and wrung out the hot towel, then started wiping Song Yanqing’s body bit by bit.
Song Yanqing was extraordinarily obedient.
Motionless, he simply watched her, neither noisy nor bothersome.
The more quiet he was, the atmosphere seemed increasingly... intimate.
"Do you think I’ve gained weight?" Song Yanqing suddenly asked.
Xie Ruotong’s hand paused.
She hadn’t regarded his physical condition, only thinking of finishing wiping him off quickly for his comfort and then getting him to sleep early.
Not to delay her schedule.
Upon hearing Song Yanqing’s question.
Xie Ruotong seemed to notice his body for the first time.
In her memory, it was indeed skin and bones, but now, though still lean, it visibly looked different from before, similar to his appearance when they were newlywed, his skin excessively pale.
"Next time, I won’t hurt you when I bump into you." Song Yanqing suddenly added.
Xie Ruotong was speechless.
Really finding the drunken Song Yanqing somewhat annoying.
"If you’re drunk, just sleep. Stop talking."
"I’m afraid if I don’t speak, you won’t know that I love you..." Song Yanqing murmured.
As if he was speaking both to Xie Ruotong and to himself.
As if he was encouraging himself.
"I know," Xie Ruotong responded.
Song Yanqing’s prolonged tolerance and remorse towards her, the goodness he showed after marriage, she didn’t fail to perceive.
And her inability to openly embrace him had, truly, little to do with the past.
In her heart, the past had already been written off.
She wasn’t one to hold grudges.
Her inner resistance was solely due to a lingering attachment to Lin Qianyu.
And...
She turned to look at Song Yanqing.
Observed that he had suddenly, fallen sound asleep.
