Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

It takes the imperial cavalry a month to march from the imperial capital to the Tajiyama Snowfield in the far northern territory, while the Paraso warriors led by Thrall usually only need less than half a month.

But that was the speed they came at. On the way back, they were carrying tens of thousands of carts of compensation materials, as well as a bunch of slaves selected by the lords for the Imperial Rose. It was obviously not realistic to march at a forced march speed.

Even if the carriages, horses and slaves could endure it, His Royal Highness the Prince could not endure such torture.

After all, everyone now knows that the prince was so frail that he was bedridden after his wedding night.

For more than a month, except for the time when he passed through a town and got off the carriage to rest because he was wrapped tightly by the lord, he never got off the carriage at other times, and he never even opened the window of the carriage.

Moreover, due to the lord's unreasonable possessiveness, he would not let anyone get close to the prince, and he took care of the prince's daily life personally along the way. Therefore, apart from Ryan, only a few retainers and some doctors have seen the little prince's true appearance.

But no one could describe what kind of beauty she was. Everyone blushed and stuttered when asked.

As we all know, in addition to their strong fighting ability, the Parasau people all have outstanding looks. Not only are they handsome and beautiful themselves, they also like people with outstanding looks.

Some bounty hunters who have returned from treasure hunting in the snowfields have said: If you have a good appearance, you will not be punished by the Parasau people even if you accidentally enter the forbidden area of ​​​​the Parasau people. They will even kindly guide you in the right direction.

But if your appearance is not so outstanding, or even a little mediocre, Goddess, you will be severely and cruelly tortured.

After crossing the Gehan Lake, the convoy walked for another half a day to pass the Nalando Valley. From the exit of the valley, everything in sight was covered with a layer of white, and the temperature dropped suddenly.

This is already the border territory of the empire. It is less than three days' journey to the Far North, but the severe coldness of the Tajiyama Snowfield is already evident.

In the early morning, the convoy that was stationed to rest started to get busy early. Xie Wei heard the noisy sounds outside in the tent and sighed softly.

He thought he would be freer outside the tower, but now it seems no different from being inside the tower. His partner is overbearing and unreasonable.

But apart from not allowing him to go out or see others, he basically agreed to all other requests and never fought back or retaliated.

But he didn't really hit or scold him. He would only fight back occasionally when he was really mad at the other party.

Just as I was thinking about it, someone came to the door.

The man who pulled open the curtain and came in still had a biting cold air on him, and the originally spacious tent immediately became cramped after he came in.

Xie Wei was wrapping himself on a fur mattress and warming himself by the fire with his hands stretched out. When he saw the man come in, he moved to the side to make room for the man.

Thrall put the things he was holding on the wooden box that served as a table, and then pushed Shevi's long platinum hair, which was about to fall into the flames, behind him.

After finishing all this, Sal sat quietly by the side, staring at Xie Wei motionlessly. He seemed to be thinking about something or he was just sitting there in a daze.

Xie Wei had gotten used to him staring at him like this these days and was basically immune to it. After the food on the wooden box had cooled down a little, he reached out for the wooden spoon on the tray.

"How far is it from your territory?" Xie Wei asked the man next to him softly, stirring the bowl of soup with a lot of meat and a few wild vegetables. His voice had not fully recovered yet. He had some disputes with Sal some time ago, and his voice, which had just improved a little, became hoarse again.

Now my voice is still hoarse and not loud.

"It's our territory." The cold and desolate voice seemed to wrap up the ice and snow outside the tent.

After saying this, Sal did not answer Shevi's question. He glanced at his lower body wrapped in a fur blanket, then turned around and took out four fluffy white knee pads from a wooden box thrown in the corner of the tent, and then uncovered the blanket covering Shevi's legs.

The legs under the blanket were wrapped in a layer of soft cloth, revealing feet that were slender and delicate, with skin so tender that it seemed as if they had never walked on the ground.

Sal didn't know that this was a masterpiece brewed using the royal secret medicine over a year.

During the years Xie Wei was imprisoned in the tower, he lived a life of lack of food and clothing. He was not starved or frozen to death, but he could not raise an Imperial Rose like the one that was raised with milk, honey, flowers and all the beautiful and precious things.

Xie Wei didn't want to recall how those medicinal baths had made him suffer excruciating pain. It was as if his skin had been peeled off several layers alive and then new skin grew back on. Whenever he thought about it, he would feel the excruciating pain following him like a shadow.

Shevy let Thrall help him put on his woolen socks, then wrapped his calves and knees in incredibly warm knee pads.

He knew that they had to prepare to travel faster because they were very close to the border. Sal said that they would speed up their journey after crossing the border, so they rested in this camp for two days.

"It's still three days away."

"Three more days?"

"Yeah." Sal didn't know how to coax her, and his tone was still a little cold and hard towards his delicate and fragile beautiful partner.

After hearing this, Xie Wei stopped talking and quietly ate the strange-tasting food.

In the end, Xie Wei only ate the wild vegetables and drank the soup. He didn't eat much of the remaining meat. Sal tried to persuade him, but he wrapped himself in a blanket and firmly refused. Sal was a little helpless, but finally compromised and took out the rest.

Lying wrapped in a fur blanket, Xie Wei sighed.

He spent the last year of his previous life lying in a hospital bed. At that time, he said that he would never lie in bed for so long in his next life. But now he is lying in the bed of the lord of another world and has been lying there for more than a month.

Outside the tent, Sal carried the bowl and walked into another larger tent. The originally noisy tent became quiet instantly after he entered.

Jerry took the bowl from Sal's hand, and then took out a clay pot from the wicker basket behind him. When he took out the pot, the people in the tent licked their lips unconsciously, and some even took a deep breath.

Although they had just finished their meal, those things were nothing compared to the things in the pottery jar. That was the meat of a level 5 magical beast, the Snow Lion, which was very nutritious! If they were not in front of the lord, they would even drool at the smell of the meat coming out of the pottery jar!

Last night, their lord did not warm the bed for the little prince and took a few people out. He did not come back until the early morning. He ran all night before finding this snow lion, just to nourish the little prince's body.

No matter how many times this thing is stewed, it will still have a certain effect. Some poor but weak magicians will boil it over and over again if they get a small piece of it.

Their lord caught a whole one for his partner! He is indeed the strongest warrior in Paraso!

Jerry poured the uneaten pieces of meat that Shevy hadn't eaten into the clay pot, and then he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

He forced himself to seal the pot and put it back into the wicker basket.

Only he knew that the lord would not let His Royal Highness eat repeatedly cooked food. He would reprocess and preserve the leftovers and take them back to feed the lord's contracted beasts left at home.

Anyway, according to their lord's possessiveness, allowing his contracted beast to eat the food left over by his partner is already his limit, and others can forget about it.

Although the Snow Lion is large in size, the amount of edible meat on its body is very limited. The prince's appetite is so small that it is almost negligible, so the food is only enough for a few meals.

But His Royal Highness the Prince didn’t seem to like it very much. Jerry felt a little disappointed and wondered if his cooking skills were too poor.

Xie Wei, who had no idea that the meat he slightly disliked was coveted by everyone, slept soundly in the tent. Then, in his sleep, he was carried by Sal into the airtight and warm carriage.

Although it was called a carriage, it actually had no wheels and no horses. After it stopped for repairs, the carriage was dismantled and placed on a large sled, and the horse pulling the carriage was replaced with a magical beast called Kelutu.

When Xie Wei saw Kelutu for the first time, he was stunned. How could there be such a big husky! A husky as big as a horse!

This is too scary to destroy the house!