Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Yan Zhen remained silent for a moment, not fooled by his aggrieved appearance, and sneered: "If you really listened to me, why didn't you do as I told you to go down just now?"

Xiahou Che choked for a moment: "Except for this matter."

"So your 'obedience' depends on the situation?" Yan Zhen mocked. "It's all talk and no action. When you're obedient and when you're disobedient depends entirely on your mood. What initiative do I have left?"

"No..." Xiahou Che quickly explained, "Apart from this matter, I will listen to you on everything else."

"Alright, then leave right now!" Yan Zhen gave the order. "From now on, you are not allowed to appear in front of me without my permission."

Xiahou Che was taken aback: "You're kicking me out?"

"Correct."

"……don't want."

Yan Zhen shrugged, his eyes growing increasingly mocking—Look, this is all you call obedience?

"You..." Xiahou Che was both anxious and angry. "Xiao Lingyi, you did this on purpose! You know exactly what I want, but you deliberately prevent me from getting my way. Even if someone raises a dog, they'll at least give it a bone. You won't give me any benefits, so how can I willingly obey your commands!"

Yan Zhen said disdainfully, "Other people keep dogs to guard their homes and get meat bones to eat. What have you done for me? You haven't done anything, yet you're eagerly coming to ask for favors. Do you really think you're a dish to be served?"

"..." Xiahou Che's face turned from green to white, then white to red, and he was so speechless because of her.

Yan Zhen pointed to the door and said sternly, "Get out! I don't want to say it again!"

Xiahou Che stared at her for a while, then got off the couch with a reluctant expression.

The movement aggravated the dagger still embedded in his shoulder, and he immediately raised his hand to cover the wound.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yan Zhen's brows furrow almost imperceptibly, and an idea came to him.

He gritted his teeth and channeled his inner force into the wound through his palm, causing it to bleed profusely.

He groaned and collapsed to his knees uncontrollably, blood dripping down his sleeves and covering the floor.

"I'm sorry." Xiahou Che's face was as pale as paper from the pain. He used his other clean sleeve to wipe the blood off the floor. "I've caused you trouble."

Yan Zhen saw all of his little tricks and was both annoyed and amused, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

This guy even resorted to self-inflicted suffering to win her heart.

"Alright, stop wiping." Yan Zhen got off the bed and looked down at him. "Take care of the wound before you leave."

Yan Zhen brought over a medicine box and a pair of scissors, intending to cut open the fabric around Xiahou Che's wound to make it easier to remove the dagger.

Unexpectedly, when Xiahou Che saw her action, he said, "No need for such trouble," and directly grabbed the hilt of the dagger and pulled it out.

As the dagger was pulled out, blood splattered all over the ground.

Yan Zhen: "..."

After pulling out the dagger, Xiahou Che picked up a piece of cotton gauze.

Yan Zhen thought he was going to stop the bleeding, but he used the gauze to wipe the blood off the dagger.

"..."

Yan Zhen held a bottle of wound medicine in her hand. For a moment, she felt that Xiahou Che's brain structure seemed to be different from that of ordinary people.

Xiahou Che put the cleaned dagger a little further away and began to take off his blood-stained night clothes.

Yan Zhen did not stop him until he took off his upper body, at which point she was slightly taken aback.

Xiahou Che is seventeen years old this year. His body is somewhere between a teenager and a young adult. He has a lean waist and strong muscles. His pale skin is covered with scars, and there is almost no intact skin on his back and chest.

Xiahou Che noticed her furrowed brows and thought she was bothered by it. He hesitated for a moment before explaining, "The army doctor said I'm still young. If I take some time to recover, I won't look so bad in the future."

Yan Zhen: "..."

She was certain that Xiahou Che's mind was indeed not quite right.

She walked over, took the gauze from his hand, cleaned the blood from the wound, and then applied wound medicine.

The wound medicine quickly absorbed into the wound, and Xiahou Che trembled slightly.

Yan Zhen asked, "Does it hurt?"

Xiahou Che nodded slightly.

"You asked for it." Yan Zhen said expressionlessly, but when he wrapped the bandage around his neck, he subconsciously softened his movements considerably.

Xiahou Che noticed the change in her attitude and was secretly pleased. When she loosely wrapped her arms around him and put the gauze around his back, the two were very close.

He pressed his advantage and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek.

The next moment, he received a heavy slap across the face.

Xiahou Che: "..."

"Honest now?"

Xiahou Che covered his face and nodded, looking aggrieved.

After applying the medicine, Yan Zhen was packing up the medicine box when he suddenly asked, "Why me?"

Xiahou Che was getting dressed when he heard this and asked in confusion, "What?"

Why do you love me?

When she brought Xiahou Che out of the Yeting Palace, she knew he was somewhat clever, so she often warned and disciplined him. She still remembers the undisguised resentment in Xiahou Che's eyes when he was eleven years old.

Given how he was treated, it would be good enough if he didn't hold a grudge against her, so why would he still like her?

Xiahou Che replied without hesitation, "You're good-looking."

Yan Zhen: "..."

Got it!

The color makes the mind faint!

"Moreover, I am only myself when I am with you."

Yan Zhen frowned: "What do you mean?"

"I was born in the palace and grew up in the military camp. In the Yeting Palace, in order to survive, I had to pretend to be harmless and obedient. Later, in the Linzhi Palace, in order to please the old emperor, I had to play the role of a filial son who admired him. When I arrived in the military camp, I had to pretend to be a general who loved the people like his own children and had a great heart in front of Liu Su..."

But none of these are me. The real me is the one you stumbled upon while I was committing murder and disposing of the body in the abandoned cold palace. Xiao Lingyi, to me, you and I are 'one of us,' and only in front of you do I dare to show my true self.

Yan Zhen understood; it turned out that this kid still regarded her as his emotional support.

"I don't care what you think, I'm telling you this upfront, I don't like you." Yan Zhen said.

Xiahou Che was taken aback, then became anxious and opened his mouth as if to say something.

Yan Zhen pressed down on his shoulder: "Let me finish."

“I won’t like anyone, but it’s not impossible for me to be with you.” Yan Zhen looked directly into his eyes. “I can’t tolerate anyone with disloyal intentions around me. You must absolutely obey my orders.”

Xiahou Che hesitated.

"What, no?"

Xiahou Che whispered, "Then I want to be with you..."

Yan Zhen raised his hand as if to slap him.

Xiahou Che instinctively covered his face: "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, I'll listen to you."

Yan Zhen then lowered his hand: "Xiahou Chuan and the others are likely to make some moves in the next few days, so don't wander around... Where do you live?"

“Yang Pei has acquired a residence outside the palace,” Xiahou Che said, giving an address. “I’m staying there now.”

"Okay, hide well." Yan Zhen gave them the order to leave. "Go back."

After Xiahou Che left, Yan Zhen picked up the dagger that had been wiped clean and placed on the table.

The image of Xiahou Che's strong, muscular body, covered in battle scars, flashed through his mind.

She raised an eyebrow. She was a bit young, but her broad shoulders and narrow waist were pleasing to the eye.