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Chapter 163.2 - Hate the stench of blood
Furthermore, she didn’t just give Li Jingsheng a present.
She also had one for the right prime minister.
How could that be enough?
Thousand Face’s eyes lit up, “Subordinate knows, right now …”
“We wait and see.”
“Yes!”
“Okay, you’ve been tired for the whole day today, both of you can retreat.”
“Yes, this subordinate will now leave.” Thousand Face didn’t notice that there was anything strange with Lou Qingwu.
He’d been with her for a long time, so he was used to it being like this.
He quickly left.
But Lan Bai watched Lou Qingwu, she still had the feeling that Lou Qingwu was a bit different today.
Would someone use clean water to wash their hands a hundred times?
“Master, you ... “
“En?” Lou Qingwu looked up at her, gently, as if she couldn’t see the questioning in Lan Bai’s eyes.
“You can leave, I’m fine.”
“But …”
Lan Bai still wanted to speak but Lou Qingwu’s eyes were dimmed so she could only swallow back her words.
“Then master should first go to sleep.”
“En, okay.”
Until the door closed did Lou Qingwu finally sit and drink the rest of her bitter green tea.
She stood up slowly, in all white, as if she wasn’t tainted by even the finest speck of dust.
But in this moment, she felt like she could still smell the stench of blood.
Her mouth corners lifted up in an ambiguous smile until she reached the incense burner.
The smoke from the burner hid her expression as she opened a delicate sandalwood box by the window.
The strange skull carvings looked especially eerie in the dark of the night.
But Lou Qingwu acted as if she didn’t see them, her eyes curving as she lightly opened the box.
Inside, there were neatly arrange human bones, all washed, clean and white.
Under the candle light, it even glimmered like jade as she watched them, enthralled, her fingers tracing the bone carvings on the box.
Then she slowly took a small and light knife from her side, her lips curving.
But maybe because it was too dark, because as she looked at the rows of bones, she felt like she could smell the unmistakable stench of blood in the air again.
Her eyes darkened as the hand that held the knife tightened, quickly making movements before in the next moment, it was about to stab into her palm.
The incense in the room seemed to instantly disappear.
But the knife never entered her palm.
An icy cold hand stopped her as it entered his hand instead.
Lou Qingwu’s eyes widened as she suddenly let go of the knife, the b.l.o.o.d.y knife dropping to the ground.
It clattered on the ground, the sound was extremely harsh on her ear.s
The person behind her was slightly panting, his heart beating fast against her back, as if it was about to beat its way into her heart.
Lou Qingwu’s lips pursed tightly together, before finally looking downwards.
“Senior brother, what are you doing?”
“What are you doing?” Feng Yege’s hand that held hers, didn’t let go.
His low voice sounded from behind her, emotionless but the coldness he was emitting, showed how angry he was.
The weak moonlight hit Lou Qingwu’s face as her lowered eyes hiding the coldness in her face.
Right now, she was just like an ordinary girl, the moonlight gentling her features and making her look even cleaner.
Feng Yege, in the end, couldn’t bring himself to scold her at all.
He could only helplessly sigh, “If you don’t want to touch those things, then why are you forcing yourself?”
Lou Qingwu froze before realising he was talking about the bones.
She smiled at him, “Who said? I love it.”
“You’re lying.” He turned over her palm, using the pale moonlight to look at her hands that were about to peel from her excessive was.h.i.+ng.
“Then what’s this? If you hate the stench of blood this much, why do you have to do it yourself? You could just get a subordinate to do it for you.”
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TL note:
Fair warning that if you like Feng Yege, you should drop this novel and come back when it’s ~230+ when they get married because the author is absolutely awful to Feng Yege.
I’m so tempted to skip and just translate their wedding ¯_(ツ)_/¯
Leave a comment and because what kind of ordinary girl likes stabbing things?? xx
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