Marrying a concubine and swallowing her dowry? The mistress turns around and marries a high-ranking

Chapter 348

The Yongning Marquis's Residence.

It was already past 11:45 PM. Shen Lingjun had finished bathing and changing, and was just about to go to bed when the window clicked open. A cool breeze of early winter, accompanied by a faint smell of blood, blew in.

Shen Lingjun turned her head and saw Mo Zhonggui, whom she hadn't seen for many days, fall in through the window.

This was the first time she had seen Mo Zhonggui like this.

He looked like he had just been in a fierce fight; his hair and clothes were disheveled, and his clothes were even cut in several places, with a corner of his collar torn.

The bloody smell was coming from his body. Shen Lingjun looked closely and realized that he was injured on his shoulder, as if he had been cut open.

However, he was wearing a crimson python robe, the color of which was very similar to blood, so the bloodstains were not very noticeable, which is why it was not noticed at first glance.

Shen Lingjun quickly put on his clothes and stood up: "Chief Supervisor Mo, how did you get injured?"

Come to think of it, this was the first time she had ever seen Mo Zhonggui injured.

Mo Zhonggui was simply too powerful. Her previous impression of him was that he would never get hurt.

Who did he fight that resulted in this, even injuring him?

What kind of expert must he be?

Mo Zhonggui did not answer. When Shen Lingjun got off the bed to check his wound, she realized that Mo Zhonggui's expression was very strange.

His face looked abnormally sick, his eyes were like a thousand miles of ice, covered in frost, yet they also seemed to burn with scorching flames, radiating a light so intense it was terrifying.

Amidst this extreme contrast of ice and fire, Shen Lingjun saw only hatred as overwhelming as a tidal wave!

A surging killing intent and malevolent aura, like countless hissing, flicking venomous snakes, emanated from his body. Cold and ferocious, twisted and mad, it seemed that any living thing that approached would be devoured completely.

The last time Shen Lingjun saw Mo Zhonggui in a similar state was when he killed the Western Qi marshal.

Back then, although he also showed murderous intent, it was far less intense than it is now.

Who exactly did he just fight?

Shen Lingjun felt that this was no small matter. The grudge between Mo Zhonggui's opponent and him was definitely much greater than that between Mo Zhonggui and Marshal Xi Qi.

But she didn't dare to ask directly. She stepped forward cautiously and said, "Chief Supervisor Mo, do you need me to treat your wound?"

Mo Zhonggui's gaze fell on her.

Just one glance sent a shiver down Shen Lingjun's spine, and he instinctively took several steps back.

Mo Zhonggui said coldly, "Of course."

Shen Lingjun lowered her eyes in fear, not daring to meet his gaze. Her eyes fell on his right hand, and she felt that it was poised to strike at any moment, as if it would rise up and mercilessly snap her neck.

However, Mo Zhonggui seemed to be exercising great restraint this time, at least he didn't actually lay a hand on her.

Shen Lingjun steeled herself, took out scissors, and cut open the clothes around the wound on Mo Zhonggui's shoulder.

The wound wasn't deep; it was just a long, thin cut that didn't require stitches.

After cleaning the wound, Shen Lingjun applied the best medicine and bandaged Mo Zhonggui's wound.

His shoulders and back had beautifully smooth muscle lines, and his skin was as white as jade, but many deep and shallow scars could be seen on them. Some of them were old wounds, and although they had faded, it was still easy to tell at a glance how terrible the injuries must have been back then.

As Shen Lingjun watched, he couldn't help but wonder what Mo Zhonggui's background was and how he had risen to his current position.

She didn't dare to ask questions, but after the bandage was finished, Mo Zhonggui unexpectedly spoke first.