Chapter 45: Beautiful Princess VS Crazy, Sickly, and Jiao (Spoiled) Tyrant 22

The east turned white, and the morning light was dim.

The crisp and melodious chirping of birds came faintly, and the air was mixed with the damp fishy smell of the lakeside. The bonfire that had burned all night had gone out, leaving a pile of black charcoal.

Ning Wanguan slightly moved her eyelashes and opened her eyes in a half-dreaming state.

Even breathing brushed her neck.

She stared at his hand, her wrist was already injured, and even she herself felt a slight stinging pain in her wrist.

“Awake?”

“I’m hungry.”

Hearing her words, Pei Tingche gently discussed with her.

“Help me put on my clothes.”

Rarely was she in a good mood, and she didn’t refuse, “Okay.”

Ning Wanguan took the opportunity to sit up, and slowly put on her white jade dress. Her long hair was messy, she stretched out her fingertips to smooth it down, combed the knotted ends, and then picked up a small wooden stick as a hairpin to tie up her long hair.

The movements were crisp and neat.

After tidying herself up, she then looked back at him.

His dark eyes stared at her without blinking, but his expression had a trace of coldness.

She picked up his pile of clothes on the ground, and helped him put them on one by one. After dressing neatly, he looked quite presentable.

But she was always unwilling to let go of the leather belt on his hand, but suddenly took out her Hundred Treasure Brocade Pouch again, and took out a pill that he couldn’t understand from it.

“What is this?”

“Hemostatic Pill, it has the effect of reducing blood stasis and swelling.”

Pei Tingche was choked.

She really, would rather waste a pill to help him heal, than untie the leather belt.

The pill was crushed by her, and she carefully sprinkled the powder on his wrist. The originally red, swollen, and stinging wound immediately returned to its original state.

“I won’t run, and I won’t kill you.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“…”

What about trust between people?

“Let’s go.” She pulled him up, and the two walked towards the thorn bushes, “We must leave here as soon as possible.”

“Your subordinates are unreliable. People have been lost for a day and a night, and they haven’t come to look for them. We will die here if we rely on them!”

She complained nagging: “What about your army? What about your loyal ministers? The emperor is gone, aren’t the eunuchs anxious?”

He pursed his lips and didn’t say anything.

“There’s not a single reliable person around you!”

All hit his heart.

She walked in front, broke a branch, poked around on the ground to explore the way, provocatively sowing discord with confidence, “Maybe you will escape from death this time, and the throne will be gone.”

His eyes were dark, and he followed her behind, looking at her back, and said quietly: “Do you think I am a person who cares about the throne?”

“Of course. Otherwise, why would you bother to rebel so much? Isn’t it for money and power, oh, and women. The three-piece suit that you men love most, none of which is indispensable.”

“I am not them.”

Pei Tingche’s voice came from behind his ears, clear and cold. She paused and turned around, and asked back: “Then if you don’t want those, what do you want?”

He lowered his eyes, “I—-“

Paused, and didn’t say it.

Pei Tingche is the son of luck in this world, and the things he wants can be easily obtained. What is there for him to complain about, or be dissatisfied with?

“If you don’t say it, forget it!”

Seeing her sulky look, a softness suddenly rose in his heart, and he tentatively called her name, “Wanwan?”

Ning Wanguan was stunned for a moment, and looked at him suspiciously. Didn’t he usually like to call her Changyu?

“Wanwan.”

He gently called again, “Wanwan is your real name, right.”

Ning Wanguan gave him a wary look, “What?”

He was silent for a moment, and when he raised his eyes to look at her, his heart was beating uncontrollably, “You are not Changyu, are you?”

“I am Changyu.”

“You are not.”

Seeing that he didn’t believe it, Ning Wanguan sneered: “Even if I am not Changyu, you can’t do anything to me, how, what other tricks do you want to play?”

“I’m sorry.”

“……”

“I’m sorry.” He thought she didn’t hear it, and repeated it again.

She gave him a complicated look. This guy wouldn’t have had a problem with his brain after being tortured by her yesterday, right? How could he apologize?

“I’m sorry.” His eyes were wrapped in many emotions, and the most was guilt, “I used to think you were Changyu, so I treated you like that. You must hate me, right?”

“You don’t have to apologize, I am Changyu.”

“You are not…”

He rarely has times when his emotions are exposed.

At this moment, his gaze quietly stopped on her face, his eyes as if filled with the starry sky, with a smile of fine light.

“You asked me just now, what do I want? I can now tell you with certainty that I want Wanwan.”

She took a deep look at him and ruthlessly rejected his request, “You’re dreaming!”

Apologize and want to get her, get out, dog emperor! She was as hard-hearted as iron, drew a slender vine from the thorn bushes, and walked towards him.

“……”

Pei Tingche opened his mouth, his handsome face covered with humiliation and grievance, and finally swallowed the words back, quietly watching her series of coquettish operations.

Ning Wanguan rolled up the vine, tied a knot along the leather belt, then wrapped it around his neck again, tightened it, and pulled it forward.

Walking the dog.

She smiled brightly, as evil as a little devil.

“Let’s go.”

Pei Tingche was silent for a long time, and he didn’t know whether it was resignation or other emotions, and let her fool around helplessly.

If he wanted to escape, it wasn’t impossible, but the more sure she wasn’t Changyu, the more his guilt increased a bit.

If this can make her feel better, he is willing to try.

“Che Che, walk faster.”

She urged in front, pulling the vine in her hand, and he followed her, really like walking a dog.

It’s just that the expression of this dog following behind looks very aggrieved.