Author: Thirteen pure onesMachine Translation
Looking at her pitiful expression, she must have guessed some erotic places.
Ji Wenyuan’s face stiffened and he smiled again.
“Thank you, General Lin Lang, for your concern. Thank you, Your Majesty, for sending these. General Lin Lang, please report your gratitude to the Emperor.”
Looking at the pale and graceful prime minister.
Lin Lang felt even more sympathetic. “It’s easy to say, easy to say.”
What a good prime minister. He was a good-looking person, but he was too good-looking. His Majesty had destroyed him!
Lin Lang sighed in her heart and returned to the palace to report.
When she had just left on her horse, Ji Wenyuan was helped into the carriage.
In the carriage sat a counselor who had just returned from the Ji kingdom.
“Prime Minister, are you injured?” the counselor asked.
Ji Wenyuan replied, “Yes.”
The counselor said, “But that overbearing empress punished you? How hateful! Prime Minister! When we succeed, we will definitely let this empress have a good taste of this!”
Ji Wenyuan replied, “Yes…”
In his hands was the imperial medicine, bandages, and cotton plain clothes.
When he thought of how Nihuang saw him applying the medicine, he was in extreme pain, but she curled her lips into a smile.
‘Minister Ji, I hope that this wound will let you know what it means to have the difference between a ruler and a minister.’
The difference between a ruler and a minister?
His fingers caressed the bandage, and Ji Wenyuan recalled how she had been pressed against the wall of the hot spring pool by him and clung to him. Little by little, she had let out that soft and charming voice, and had been transformed into a woman by him.
This woman was really unbridled and arrogant.
When she was comfortable, why didn’t she say what it meant to have a difference between a ruler and a minister?
“Prime Minister, Prime Minister, did you hear what I said just now?” The counselor called out repeatedly in a low voice.
Only then did Ji Wenyuan come back to his senses.
What was he thinking about just now? He was actually thinking about that woman. That was his enemy!
His expression turned cold.
He casually placed the bandages and other things in his hand to the side.
Ji Wenyuan said quietly, “I was in a daze just now. I’ll have to trouble Mr. Ye to tell me what happened just now again.”
This appearance, compared to before, did not seem to be any different. Only then did the counselor relax and tell him what happened again.
*
Sitting in the palace, she changed into a comfortable shirt.
Xia Ling looked at the mission board again.
This was the first time this side mission had appeared, and it was also new.
However, things like abuse could not be seen or touched, and it was harder to get than the strategy.
Who could say what level of abuse was enough to abuse someone?
She thought to herself and summoned the mission board.
She saw that there was something different under the side mission board.
There were five little flowers under this mission.
These little flowers were originally transparent, so it was difficult to see clearly.
But now, one of these little flowers had already lit up.
First, she kicked Ji Wenyuan to get down on the bed, then she had sex with him, bit his shoulder, and reminded him that there was a difference between ruler and minister.
These things should all be considered bullying, but only one and a half little flowers had lit up.
Hai Hai: “Host, bullying can only be counted as one time when it’s of the same nature. For example, this time you bullied the Devil King in love, so the next time you bully him in love, the little flowers won’t light up.”
“And this time, the host bit the Devil King and injured his body. It can also be considered bullying, but the degree is less, so it’s only counted as half a flower.”
Xia Ling said, “So… I have to hurt his body again?”
Xia Ling thought about it and sighed. She was really troubled.
Although she looked at the Demon King’s body in the firmament and continent, she didn’t feel anything.
However, she liked the Demon King in these worlds very much.
