“Lie on the bed,” Feng Autian said coldly, walking slowly towards the bedside.
Muhanyao clenched his fists, closed his eyes tightly, suppressing the intense sense of humiliation in his heart, and lay on the bed. He could feel Feng Autian standing arrogantly by the bedside, assessing him with the eyes of someone appreciating a prey.
Feng Autian’s lips curled slightly, and between her fingers was a delicate embroidery needle. She rolled up her sleeves, and the needle pierced into Muhanyao’s left shoulder, causing a drop of blood to overflow from the bronze-colored skin.
Muhanyao remained expressionless, showing no reaction. He didn’t know what Feng Autian intended to do, only feeling the stabbing pain on his left shoulder. However, this couldn’t conceal the deep sense of shame in his heart.
Feng Autian continued to gaze at him, steadily stitching downward from the left shoulder. The blood flowed silently, and the tent was filled with a faint smell of blood.
Muhanyao’s forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his body remained tense and rigid. Feng Autian could feel the strength and resilience emanating from his bones, as well as the pride of a commander. Was this her design, trapping him in this predicament? How could he willingly lie on this bed, allowing her to act recklessly?
After a brief moment, Feng Autian put away the embroidery needle and took out an embroidered handkerchief from her bosom. She wiped away the bloodstains from where she had pricked Mu Hanyao with the needle, looking satisfied at her creation extending from his left shoulder to his chest. She also wiped away the sweat on Mu Hanyao’s forehead. In a calm tone, she said, “It’s done.”
Mu Hanyao, listening to Feng Autian’s voice, felt as if an eternity had passed. Slowly opening his eyes, he met Feng Aotian’s cold phoenix eyes without uttering a word.
Feng Autian raised her palm, absorbing the copper mirror from the dressing table nearby. She then illuminated his chest with it, saying, “From now on, you are mine. Always remember that if you dare to betray me, the consequences will be beyond your imagination.”
The intimidating tone made Mu Hanyao’s eyes darken. Following the reflection in the copper mirror, he saw a “天” character carved on his left chest. Unconsciously, his eyebrows twitched. Was he marked with Feng Autian’s seal? He couldn’t help but bitterly smile in his heart, realizing how he had fallen into such a situation.
Seeing Mu Hanyao unmoved, Feng Autian didn’t say more. With a wave of her hand, the copper mirror returned to its place unharmed. She then covered Mu Hanyao with a brocade quilt and tapped his forehead gently with her finger. “Sleep now; tomorrow won’t be as easy as tonight.”
Feng Autian strode outside the screen, exiting the tent, and spotted Qing Yi not far away, seemingly struggling for breath. She advanced, approaching him.
Qing Yi lifted his gaze, and a flicker in his eyes caught sight of Feng Autian glaring down at him with a condescending demeanor. The coldness in those eyes sent shivers down his spine. Hastily, he opened his mouth and spoke in a hoarse and broken voice, “I have seen the regent.”
Feng Autian’s gaze turned icy, “Did you inject the poison on this king?”
Qing Yi’s eyes dimmed, his heart already heavy with despair, “It was the slave who did it.”
“I have a grudge against you.” Feng Autian’s tone was definitive, not a question but a declaration.
“The revenge of destroying the family.” Qing Yi, too, was a thoughtful person. Aware that his death was imminent, he had nothing left to conceal.
“I will not ask you about the person behind you, and even if I ask, you will not speak. I will give you two paths now, one is life, and the other is death.” Feng Autian was not a benevolent person, but she also understood that even if she killed him, it would only be an extra life. She never engaged in pointless actions.
Without waiting for Qing Yi to respond, she continued, “The way to survive is to stay with me and do whatever you want. I will give you three years. At that time, I will give you a chance to seek revenge on me. The way to death is to Yes, I have never tasted dried human flesh, so by chance, I can try it on you.”
At this time, in the military camp, in addition to the soldiers patrolling and standing guard, as well as Mu Hanyao who was sleeping in the tent, Sixi and the other eunuchs who were waiting respectfully outside the tent, all heard clearly what Feng Autian said. , everyone was trembling, thinking that the regent was really cruel, doing human flesh? It was unimaginable.
Qing Yi frowned. Alive, he still had a chance for revenge. If he died, there would be no chance for revenge. Instead of dying like this, it was better to take a gamble. Even if he couldn’t kill her at that time, it was still hope and thought.
He raised his eyes, and a determined light filled his dim eyes. “Slave, choose a way to survive.”
“Sixi, wash away the pungent smell of makeup and powder on his body. Don’t let me smell it again in the future.” Feng Aotian turned around solemnly and said coldly.
Si Xi quickly acknowledged and then respectfully invited Feng Autian into the tent.
“Prepare the bath, I am tired.”
“Yes.” Si Xi glanced at Qing Yi and ordered two eunuchs to support him, carrying him back to his tent. Soon after, they brought in the prepared bathwater into the tent.
After bathing, Feng Autian’s smooth ink-black hair hung behind her. She lazily tied it with only a cloud-patterned silk ribbon. Wearing a purple silk robe, with picturesque brows and eyes, snow-white skin, and a charming figure, she appeared gentle and alluring without the usual ferocity. Due to the loose fit of the robe, Feng Autian did not bind her chest. Her graceful figure was covered in the robe, exuding a charming and charming aura.
She walked to the bedside and saw Mu Hanyao lying on the side of the bed. A sly glint flashed in her eyes. If she didn’t share the same bed with him, wouldn’t it expose the false image of her not liking men?
She smoothly pushed Mu Hanyao to the side, lying beside him. Since childhood, she had lived with a pack of wolves. Later, she was taken away by that person from the wolf pack and lived a solitary life. She had always disliked physical contact with others, especially sleeping in the same bed with strangers. However, now that she had traversed this unfamiliar world for two days, lying with a stranger, Feng Autian coldly smiled. She was no longer a shadow of others; she was the ruler, the king who governed the destiny of Feng Nation. She had to adapt to such a life.
With this thought in mind, she stopped struggling with the situation. Considering the person beside her as air, she closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully.
Mu Hanyao, feeling the even breathing beside him, suddenly opened his eyes. His pitch-black eyes stared coldly at Feng Autian’s side face. Her lips were slightly pursed, her brows and eyes slightly curved, lacking the usual bloodthirsty ferocity. The weak candlelight penetrated the gauze curtain, casting a soft halo on her cold and beautiful face, adding a hint of gentleness. After a moment of daze, his thoughts were in turmoil.
Her cold and smooth fingers had covered his dark and dim eyes. A lazy voice sounded, “Why aren’t you asleep? Do you… want me to do something to you?”
