Chapter 32: Are you going to murder your husband, idiot?
"The matter of Pan Ai has not been settled yet. I am afraid that we will have to stay in the country for a few more days. Sikong Fu is too busy to take care of himself and I am afraid that I will not have time to arrange another palace for you. So you can live in the same palace as me."
"I don't want it." I said. Although I am his wife in name, in the end it is to cover up the contract. This man and woman live together in the same room. I can't let him take advantage of it in vain, even if it really comes down to it.
It is still unknown who will eat whose tofu.
"It's up to you whether you come or not." Yeluzi smiled with narrow eyes, smiling maliciously, just waiting to see my joke.
After saying that, he strode away.
Damn that guy, he must be drinking tea and snacks in the palace waiting to see my jokes.
No, I must not let him look down on me. While comforting myself, I hurriedly searched for countermeasures in my mind.
Maybe I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn’t even pay attention to the road. I bumped into a wall of flesh, which made my head buzz in pain. I rubbed my forehead for pain and wanted to yell, but who knew what was coming in front of me?
Situ Quan's ruffian smile made me soften all my anger in my eyes and give him a blank stare. "Why do you like to appear in this way so much?"
Situ Quan was a little surprised when he saw me, with a rare seriousness on his face, "Something happened in the palace today. If you are fine, don't wander around. I'm going to see what's going on."
Nonsense, I saw it with my own eyes, do you need to remind me?
He grabbed Situ Quan who was about to leave and said, "There is no need to go. Your Majesty needs some peace and quiet now, and your empress also needs medical treatment."
I shed so much blood, it’s a bit shocking to me now that I think about it. Even if that hand is not disabled, I’m afraid it will never be able to hold a sword again. Although I have more spiritual power than ordinary people in modern times, spiritual power is still pretty barbaric after all.
"Love cleanness" does not need to be so bloody. The pool of blood tonight left a small shadow on me.
Situ Quan looked at me doubtfully, "How do you know?"
"Nonsense, I was at the scene just now."
Situ Quan pondered for a moment, "Then which palace do you live in? I'll take you back."
My eyes rolled around, and a clever idea came to my mind, "Hey, is your family big?"
"My home?" Situ Quan was surprised, and then laughed again. "Little fool, I thought you were a difficult person to deal with, but I didn't expect you to be so proactive..."
She rolled her eyes and punched him in the chest. "What nonsense are you talking about? I just have nowhere to go."
"Wow, you little idiot, are you so cruel as to murder your own husband?"
Situ Quan rubbed his chest exaggeratedly, "Why, did you quarrel with your cousin?"
"..."
"Don't worry, there's nothing else about my home. It's just big enough. You can live there as long as you like, but..."
"But what?"
"You can't eat for free."
"You are an idiot!"
"No, no, no, you can't live in vain."
"..."
"But there is no shortage of maids in our house."
"..."
"This way, you can be on call no matter what time."
"..."
Situ Quan's home was located in the busiest street of East Gate, and there were dozens of servants and maids in total. The treatment was no worse than that of any favored concubine in the palace.
The place I was assigned to live in was the west wing, and the yard alone was enough for a dozen people to play hide-and-seek. There were also pear trees planted on both sides of the yard. The only difference from the place where Situ Quan took me was that these pear trees did not bloom.