Poisonous Pet World: The War King's Heart-stealing Medical Concubine

Jun Feimo's eyes were fixed on Murong Zixi. She was dressed in plain clothes and her face was as rosy as a peach, but at this moment she showed a bit of coldness and impatience.

His face darkened and his brows furrowed, looking very unhappy.

Murong Zixi felt the burning gaze and turned her head slightly to avoid his sight. She opened her red lips and said calmly, "If the War King likes my Ziwei Pavilion, please enjoy it yourself. I have something important to do, so I'm sorry I can't accompany you." After that, she turned around and wanted to leave, her steps light as a gust of wind.

Jun Feimo suddenly felt panicked when he saw this. He moved and instantly came in front of Murong Zixi, blocking her way. "What's that expression on your face? Do you hate me?" he asked in a deep voice.

Murong Zixi stopped and looked up into those deep eyes, with a hint of surprise in her eyes. She shook her head, her tone still calm: "I don't have any other intentions, but I do have something to do today."

Jun Feimo narrowed his eyes slightly, as if trying to see something from her face.

Just as the two were in a stalemate, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door. Murong Baixue learned that the War King was in Ziwei Pavilion, and she was jealous. She hurriedly dressed up and rushed over. As soon as she came in, she saw Jun Feimo and Murong Zixi alone, and she immediately had a bad premonition in her heart.

Why did Murong Zixi win the favor of the King of War? At this moment, Murong Baixue was jealous to death.

She forced herself to remain calm, walked forward and saluted to the War King, saying, "Your servant greets the War King." Her voice was sweet, hiding her reluctance. Her eyes wandered between Jun Feimo and Murong Zixi, trying to find something from their expressions.

Murong Zixi looked at Murong Baixue with a smile on her face.

"Second sister, you have come at the right time. You can accompany King Zhan to appreciate the scenery of my Ziwei Pavilion. As for me, I just need to go out for something."

She turned around and said to Nanny Li, Xiao Cui and Xiao Lu who were far away: "Let's go." They bowed their heads and responded, walked over, and slowly retreated following Murong Zixi's steps.

Jun Feimo exuded a cold aura, and his face was gloomy, like the calm before the storm. He stared at Murong Zixi's departing back, and an indescribable anger surged in his heart. He had never thought that this woman would be so determined to leave him alone in Ziwei Pavilion and let another woman accompany him to see the scenery? Was he here to see the scenery? Wasn't his palace bigger than this one, with better scenery? Damn it!

Murong Baixue was secretly happy when she saw this. It was best for Murong Zixi to leave, because she was sensible and knew that she was not worthy of the War King. This way, she could be alone with the War King.

So she said softly, "King Zhan, what's so good about Ziwei Pavilion? Let me take you for a walk in the garden." Her voice was full of anticipation and desire.

However, Jun Feimo did not give her any response. He glanced at Murong Baixue coldly, his eyes full of disdain and disgust. He waved his hand as if to drive away the fly in front of him, and spat out a word coldly: "Get lost."

Murong Baixue was caught off guard and was instantly knocked back by the force. She staggered and sat on the ground. Her face was pale, and her eyes were full of fear and grievance.

Jun Feimo did not stop. He jumped up, turned into a residual shadow, and disappeared in Ziwei Pavilion in an instant.

His departure made the originally bustling Ziwei Pavilion suddenly become silent. Only Murong Baixue was left sitting on the ground, staring blankly at the direction where Jun Feimo left, her heart filled with resentment and doubt.

Murong Baixue murmured: "Why? How can I not be as good as Murong Zixi, this silly girl?" At this moment, Murong Baixue hated Murong Zixi so much.

Yuanzhu and Baozhu immediately helped her up. Murong Baixue looked at her with resentment and said, "Let's go back."

The streets are bustling with people, the hawkers' cries are heard one after another, and the aroma of various goods is overwhelming.

Nanny Li was a very meticulous person. As she followed Murong Zixi, she couldn't help but mutter, "Miss, just now, His Royal Highness the King of War actually came to Ziwei Pavilion. This is unprecedented." Her tone was full of confusion and curiosity.

Xiaolu was a lively girl. Upon hearing what Li Ma said, she immediately said excitedly: "Yes, Miss, this is the first time I have seen the legendary King of War! King of War is really handsome! No wonder all the ladies in the capital admire King of War." There were twinkling lights in her eyes, as if she was still immersed in the surprise just now.

In comparison, Xiao Cui seemed much quieter. She followed Murong Zixi silently.

Murong Zixi stopped and looked at the dazzling shops on both sides and fell into deep thought.

Since she has traveled through time and space into this body, the original owner was mentally retarded and had always been estranged from the Marquis of Loyalty Mansion. Today, she will go visit them on behalf of the original owner!

She walked to a jade shop and looked at the various jades in the window, with a gleam in her eyes. She picked out an exquisite jade hairpin, which was engraved with exquisite flower and bird patterns, implying good luck. She thought it was more suitable for the elderly, so she asked the waiter to pack it.

Xiao Cui immediately stepped forward, took out the silver bill she had prepared early in the morning, and paid the bill.

Then, the master and servants went to a silk shop and selected some fine silk to give to their two aunts and cousins.

And so, after buying the gifts, the master and his servants went to the Mansion of the Marquis of Loyalty.

War Prince's Mansion

The sunlight shines through the delicate window lattices, sprinkling onto the desk in the study. However, this soft light cannot dispel the heavy atmosphere in the study.

Jun Feimo sat behind his desk, his face gloomy as if water could drip out of it, his eyes as dark as ink, flickering with indescribable emotions. The cold air emanating from his body made the air in the study seem to freeze.

Tianyi stood at the door of the study, peeking in from time to time. As his master's personal bodyguard, he could naturally feel his master's mood at the moment.

Tianyi couldn't help complaining in his heart: As soon as the master got the news from the secret guard that Murong Yunhai was looking for trouble with Miss Murong, he rushed to the general's mansion to help Miss Murong out. But who would have thought that Miss Murong seemed a little cold to the master, how could this not make the master unhappy?

But master, this kind of thing has to be done slowly. If you do it rashly like this, it will scare people! Tianyi only dared to complain in his heart but didn't dare to say it out loud. Now he didn't dare to say it, or the master might vent his anger on him.

In the study, Jun Feimo's fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound.

Jun Feimo's brows were furrowed and his eyes were slightly narrowed. This was the first time he took the initiative to show his kindness to a woman, but that woman didn't appreciate it?

In this case, there is no need for him to be so eager. She is just a woman. Thinking of this, Jun Feimo regained his composure.

(This also indirectly led to the fact that the War King went further and further in his pursuit of his wife.)

The butler outside said respectfully: "Your Highness, someone has come from the palace. The Emperor asks you to enter the palace immediately."

Jun Feimo stood up, flicked his sleeves, and walked out. A carriage was ready at the gate of the palace.

As soon as Jun Feimo arrived at the gate, Eunuch Chang saluted with a smile and said, "We meet King Zhan. The emperor heard that you are back and asked you to come to the palace to reunite with him."

Jun Feimo said "hmm" lightly and got on the carriage. His royal brother was really well-informed.