Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

Jiang Que didn't plan to go home tonight. After taking a shower, the kitchen was already serving the food in the front hall.

The private meals in the palace were much better than the big pots in the army, but due to the dietary differences between countries, Xiao Du was not used to it. The dishes on the table tasted tasteless and just filled his stomach.

After eating, he strolled around the Linchuan Palace. In the night, Jiang Que threw a sword to Xiao Du: "Third Prince, fight with me."

Xiao Du glanced at the fine sword thrown at his feet, then bent down to pick it up: "My Lord, the fact that my martial arts are completely useless is known to everyone in the world, I'm afraid this will spoil your fun."

Jiang Que looked at him, and in the firelight that illuminated the courtyard, he suddenly nodded and smiled, and waved to his subordinates who were waiting on the side: "Bring it up."

Soon, elite soldiers from the palace brought a soldier from Dayan up and made him kneel on the ground. Before the man could even beg for mercy, he was forced to bend over and his neck was chopped off with a machete.

Blood was spilled on the ground, and the smell of blood mixed with the hot night wind blew on the face. The corpse and head were dragged away, and a new prisoner from Dayan was brought up again.

This person knew Xiao Du. He had just seen the man's fate from behind. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "Your Highness, Your Highness, save me, Your Highness."

Amidst the cries for help, Xiao Du's calm heart began to tremble. He raised his eyes fiercely, and saw the gloomy young man in front of him looking at him and smiling: "Third Prince, can we compete now?"

"If you reject me once, I will kill a great Yanren. This king really wants to know, who is harder, your bones or their heads."

Xiao Du looked indifferent, but he could no longer bear it. Amid the cries of help from the captives underground, he drew his sword and pointed it at Jiang Que: "My Lord, please."

Xiao Du has no internal energy, only moves.

He pierced the darkness with his sword, but Jiang Que easily dodged every move.

Without the support of internal force, these moves can be used against ordinary people, but it is difficult to use them against the person in front of you.

With just one move, the opponent knocked the sword out of his hand, and even the hand holding the sword felt numb.

In just five years, he has grown so fast.

Xiao Du relaxed his numb hands and said, "I lost."

Jiang Que threw the unsheathed weapon to his subordinate and nodded in agreement: "Yeah, it's really useless."

Everyone retreated, including the Da Yan prisoners who had saved their lives.

Xiao Du stood there to relax, Jiang Que walked closer step by step. Before Xiao Du could guess what he was going to do next, he was dragged away by this man again and thrown onto the bed in his room.

The male body turned over and the hands, roughened by long-term martial arts training, clasped his hands, one raised to the side of his head and pressed, and the other was imprisoned behind his back.

The strong masculine scent pressed down on his lips with absolute force, enveloping him forcefully, leaving him with nowhere to escape while struggling.

It was not until the man kissed him down that Xiao Du could not help but clench his fingers. Finally, he could no longer bear it and gathered his strength to strike Jiang Que on the crown of his head with a palm.

Jiang Que dodged the palm that was about to smash his crown, and instead grabbed Xiao Du's hand and turned his body over and held it.

Jiang Que leaned close to his ear and chuckled, "It's not that you have no internal energy at all. Your Highness, this palm strike doesn't look like it's completely gone."

Xiao Du's eyes were filled with murderous intent: "Let go."

Jiang Que untied his belt: "What if I don't let go?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Du hooked his long legs around Jiang Que, suddenly turned over and switched positions to ride on Jiang Que, with a short blade against Jiang Que's neck.

The short blade was sharp, and it had already cut Jiang Que's neck, drawing blood. Xiao Du pressed his loose collar, his eyes reddened, "Don't force me to kill you."

Jiang Que lay on the bed: "Do you dare?"

"From the moment you received the imperial edict, your life is no longer your own. It concerns the diplomatic relations between the two countries and the lives of thousands of people in your Great Yan, especially those captives. They will be the first to be killed."

"Do you want me to die, or do you want them to live?"

Although the young man was at a disadvantage, he was not afraid at all, and his words hit Xiao Du's vital point.

His eyelashes trembled, and suddenly, because of the forced activation of internal energy, the poison in his body took effect, causing his blood and qi to surge. Xiao Du turned over and spat a mouthful of black blood on the side of the bed.

Jiang Que sat up and rubbed his back.

See, I told you not to be so bad-tempered.

I was so angry that I vomited blood.