That night, Lu Fenying ate mapo tofu, poached fish in chili oil, spicy chicken… There wasn’t a single dish that wasn’t spicy.
Lu Fenying glanced at the food. He knew that Southern Glory Empire’s food was more flavorful, so he didn’t make a fuss.
He picked a dish that didn’t seem spicy and took the first bite. It was spicy, but still bearable.
However, the more he ate, the hotter it became. When he put down his chopsticks, his mouth was on fire.
There was no water at night, only steeped tea. He could only drink that, which did make him feel much better.
However, his stomach hurt terribly in the middle of the night, and he couldn’t sleep at all because of the strong tea. He could only endure the pain and go to the lake in the cold wind.
He knew that Gu Bailu was behind this.
All the spicy dishes and the tea were things he abstained from.
Only Mo Qian’er knew that.
He was even more certain that Mo Qian’er was in the house. She must’ve told Gu Bailu, which was why he was being treated like this.
Lu Fenying was furious. Ordinarily, he would raze Prince Zi’s house to the ground for this sort of treatment.
But… he was here for her.
Since Gu Bailu was willing to trade a city for Mo Qian’er, she wouldn’t hand Mo Qian’er over easily. If he acted rashly, he wouldn’t be able to take Mo Qian’er away unless he fought Prince Zi.
Lu Fenying raised the slave mark flute tied to his waist and played two notes. He heard a response in the west, and hurriedly stood up and went in that direction.
Mo Qian’er wasn’t asleep. Ever since the blood swap, she had been sleeping more and more heavily. She could sleep for a whole day and not sleep much at night, but it didn’t impact her body.
Although it had only been three or four days, she could already feel that her wrists were starting to get meatier.
The food which Gu Bailu had prepared for her while she was pregnant was very nutritious to begin with, and her appetite had improved significantly after the blood swap. Mo Qian’er felt that she might really become fat.
Blood truly was amazing.
She was thinking about what Gu Bailu had said to her today.
Could Lu Fenying’s habits really become his weaknesses, or even be used to take his life?
Then why was it that Lu Fenying never hid them from her? Also, he told her about a lot of his habits himself, and he sometimes got angry when she forgot them.
As long as she made him unhappy and messed up his habits, he would torture her.
Sometimes it was in bed, sometimes it was physical abuse.
She sighed. As expected, she was insignificant. Lu Fenying wasn’t scared of her at all. He even dared to let her know of his weaknesses, because she was nothing to be afraid of at all.
It was no wonder that he was indifferent to her assassination attempt and wasn’t angry at her at all; it turned out it was nothing more to him than being tickled by a child.
Just as she was about to close her eyes and sleep, she heard a terrifying sound.
Mo Qian’er grabbed the quilt nervously.
The slave mark flute… Lu Fenying wasn’t asleep yet.
No… she couldn’t be scared. There was no deceiving the slave mark flute; she had to find a way to overcome it.
Just as she thought that, the guard outside bellowed, “You dare trespass in the middle of the night? Do you want to die?”
Then, Mo Qian’er heard a voice she thought she would be rid of forever.
“Move.”
