441. Trampled

Inside the room.

Dai Weisi had finally quieted down.

His hair was disheveled, his body still trembling, drenched in cold sweat.

The room was silent except for Dai Weisi's heavy breathing.

Qian Renjue rested his elbow on Zhu Zhuyun’s shoulder, watching Dai Weisi with a bored expression.

A faint, elegant fragrance surrounded Zhu Zhuyun, making her breathe cautiously, head lowered and eyes downcast, not daring to move.

Even though her shoulder ached from his elbow, she dared not complain.

She bit her lip, stealing a glance at Dai Weisi, unsure what to think.

“Pfft—cough, cough.”

Drops of fresh blood fell to the ground.

After a long pause, Dai Weisi, who was sprawled on the floor, finally stirred.

Clenching his fingers tightly, his face pale and twisted, he struggled to get up.

“Spirit Hall!”

Dai Weisi let out a hoarse roar, turning his bloodshot eyes filled with malice toward Qian Renjue, who sat leisurely on the sofa.

“Heh, it seems you’ve come to your senses,” Qian Renjue said, straightening up and removing his elbow from Zhu Zhuyun’s delicate shoulder.

Sitting on the sofa, he leaned forward slightly and spoke calmly:

“Since you’re still conscious, listen carefully to what I’m about to say.

“It’ll save you a lot of unnecessary suffering.”

“First of all, what I gave you earlier can be roughly understood as a slave contract. If I die, you die. If you disobey, you’ll wish for death.”

Hearing this, Dai Weisi looked like a madman.

His bloodshot eyes glared at Qian Renjue, as if he wanted to tear him apart.

His trembling hands barely supported his body as he hissed through clenched, bloodstained teeth:

“You... you deserve to die!”

“Next, listen carefully to my commands.”

Qian Renjue ignored Dai Weisi's snarls, raising two fingers with a warm smile on his face.

“First, bury today’s events deep in your stomach and forget about them.”

“Second, though you might not consider it, let me remind you—don’t even think about suicide!”

When he mentioned suicide, Qian Renjue glanced back at Zhu Zhuyun, who was sitting obediently like a child.

“…”

Meeting Qian Renjue’s gaze, Zhu Zhuyun bit her lip, quickly sitting up straight with a tense and fearful expression.

“I... I understand everything,” she stammered softly.

“Heh.”

Qian Renjue chuckled lightly before raising a third finger.

Glaring at Dai Weisi, he issued his final warning:

“Third, you are forbidden to harm Zhu Zhuyun in any way!”

“…?”

As his words fell, Zhu Zhuyun froze in surprise.

Meanwhile, Dai Weisi's rage intensified as he stared at the “despicable pair” before him.

“You... you two… cough, cough.”

Before he could finish his sentence, Dai Weisi coughed up blood again.

The effort of speaking caused his fractured ribs to press against his lungs, leaving him in unbearable pain.

“That’s all for now. I’ll return later with more instructions,” Qian Renjue said indifferently.

With a mere thought, golden-blue strands of the Blue Silver Emperor extended from his clothes, emanating a green light.

The light enveloped Dai Weisi, healing him.

Despite the soothing effect, the color only deepened Dai Weisi's humiliation.

Gritting his teeth, Dai Weisi lowered his head, regaining his composure and ceasing his futile resistance.

Before long, his injuries were mostly healed.

The Blue Silver Emperor’s leaves retracted, brushing gently against Qian Renjue’s face as they withdrew.



Qian Renjue touched his face, then turned toward Qian Renxue, who was still sitting by the bedside, and smiled.

"Sister, let’s go."

"Mm."

Qian Renxue nodded with a smile, her eyes filled with approval. Calm under pressure—now that’s what a Pope should look like.

She gently stroked the Ice Emperor resting on her hand, stood up gracefully, and walked forward.

"Should we head straight home?"

"Uh..."

Qian Renjue scratched his head awkwardly, pretending nothing had happened, and explained with a sheepish grin:

"The space-travel ability is all used up for today. We’ll need to wait a while."

Zhu Zhuyun stared blankly at Qian Renjue’s profile.

Which one was the real him?

Meanwhile, Dai Weisi, bearing his humiliation, slowly stood up.

"Then let’s go shopping in the meantime," Qian Renxue suggested with a smile.

She lifted her hand and took out a feminine mask, placing it over Qian Renjue’s face.

"Sounds good," Qian Renjue nodded and proposed, "After that, we could stop by the Spirit Hall in Star Luo City."

"Sure."

Qian Renxue opened her arms toward him, her eyes carrying both mischief and a trace of threat.

Qian Renjue shook his head with a helpless smile and obediently stepped forward, extending his arm to her.

Qian Renxue's expression turned satisfied as she wrapped her hands around his arm.

Holding it close to her heart, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

"Let’s go," Qian Renxue said, smiling as she clung to Qian Renjue’s arm and headed toward the door.

Qian Renjue followed closely beside her.

"Move aside!"

Qian Renxue’s commanding voice rang out.

Immediately, Dai Weisi, who was just struggling to get up, was forcefully pinned to the ground by an immense pressure.

"Argh!"

Despite straining with all his might, Dai Weisi couldn’t resist at all.

The humiliation filled his heart, but so did shock.

This woman’s strength wasn’t inferior to Qian Renjue’s!

But why had he never heard of her before?!

"Ahh!"

Before Dai Weisi could process it, he cried out in pain again.

Under Zhu Zhuyun’s stunned gaze, Qian Renxue, wearing high heels, stepped onto Dai Weisi's head, pressing it firmly into the ground.

The brother and sister walked past him indifferently.

"Remember the three commands I gave earlier. If you dare to defy them, you don’t need me to remind you what awaits," Qian Renjue said coldly, his back to Dai Weisi.

As the room flickered with purple and black light, the figures of Qian Renjue and Qian Renxue vanished.

"Dammit! Dammit!"

Dai Weisi roared, punching the ground with his fists.

He, Dai Weisi!

The Crown Prince of the Star Luo Empire!

How could he be tormented and humiliated like this?!

"Just you wait! I, Dai Weisi, will never—"

"Enough! Dai Weisi, stop!" Zhu Zhuyun interrupted him urgently before he could finish.

She knew all too well—those two siblings were everywhere.

"Stop?"

Dai Weisi, like a beast ready to devour, glared savagely at Zhu Zhuyun, his face twisting into a cold sneer.

"Hahaha."

Dai Weisi rose to his feet, his smile suddenly disappearing as he shouted angrily:

"Zhu Zhuyun! How dare you!"

"No wonder you’ve been ignoring me. So, you’ve been conspiring with outsiders all along!"

"Dai Weisi, stop slandering me!" Zhu Zhuyun yelled back, her voice sharp and trembling.

She was merely trying to warn Dai Weisi out of kindness. Clenching her teeth, she reiterated:

"I have never conspired with outsiders!"

"Never? Ha, what a joke!"

Dai Weisi stared at her darkly, his gaze terrifying.

"You think I’m a fool?"

"Inviting me to such a secluded place was just to serve your master better, wasn’t it?"

"Dai Weisi!"

Zhu Zhuyun stood abruptly, her silver teeth clenched in anger, her body trembling.