A Useless Person's Rise to Power: The Demon King's Addiction to Pampering

Fearing trouble, the group fled the courtyard one after another, leaving behind the body of the man in the brocade robe.

The Seventh Prince lowered his eyes, pulled out the dagger, and wiped it clean with a handkerchief. Where Feng Jiutian couldn't see, the corners of his mouth under the mask curved slightly. He knew that the little woman had stayed again.

Feng Jiutian walked out from the corner, stood in front of the Seventh Prince, opened her mouth, and after a long while, finally uttered a sound—

"I am back."

Those four simple words made the Seventh Prince look up at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and surprise.

"I thought you really ran off with someone else," the Seventh Prince said, looking extremely aggrieved in front of Feng Jiutian, which made Feng Jiutian's expression stiffen.

If the Seventh Prince had acted even a second later, Feng Jiutian might have truly left and never returned.

Even if there is communication in the future, it will only be through letters.

It was only because the Seventh Prince made a move that Feng Jiutian stayed behind. Since she had once vowed to protect the Seventh Prince for life, then she would protect him for life.

A smile appeared on Feng Jiutian's face. She lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I won't leave with anyone else."

The Seventh Prince looked up at Feng Jiutian, his eyes reflecting Feng Jiutian's image. It seemed that at this moment, the gloomy aura on his body dissipated, becoming somewhat bright and familiar. However, Feng Jiutian did not grasp this familiarity in an instant, and even the moment he sensed the aura, it had already disappeared.

Feng Jiutian tilted her head slightly, scanning her surroundings, trying to find Mo Shaoxie's shadow. However, within the range of her divine sense, there was no one there, let alone Mo Shaoxie...

"Jiutian? What's wrong?"

The Seventh Prince's voice brought Feng Jiutian back to her senses. She composed herself and replied, "It's nothing, I just feel a little strange."

Feng Jiutian naturally walked behind the Seventh Prince and pushed his wheelchair into the house. Before leaving, she did not forget the corpse of the man in brocade robe lying on the ground. Without even lifting her eyelids, she threw out a ball of red lotus night fire, and in the blink of an eye, the corpse of the man in brocade robe was burned to ashes!

Even the bloodstains on the ground were wiped away by Feng Jiutian's Crimson Lotus Night Fire, leaving no trace of anyone having died there.

Pushing the Seventh Prince into the house, Feng Jiutian closed the door to prevent the wind from blowing in, and then took it upon herself to find a velvet-lined garment from inside the house and draped it over the Seventh Prince.

"Thank you."

The Seventh Prince thanked Feng Jiutian in a low voice. Feng Jiutian looked at the Seventh Prince and felt that he seemed to have changed a lot in the past year, but his body still seemed to be so weak, which made Feng Jiutian feel helpless.

However, it was inconvenient for the Seventh Prince to take the tonic, so Feng Jiutian frowned.

"News has spread throughout the capital that the wedding was originally scheduled for half a month later, but because of the Western Xuan Kingdom's manhunt, Father Emperor is unsure whether you are the one being hunted, so the wedding has been postponed to three months later."

The Seventh Prince poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Feng Jiutian, his tone somewhat dejected: "I suppose you're unwilling to marry a cripple like me. Why don't I take this opportunity to talk to Father and make things clear?"

Feng Jiutian lowered her eyes, staring at the teacup in front of her, her emotions unclear, and a slight pain seemed to rise in her heart again...

"Hiss—" She clutched her chest with one hand, her brow furrowed, trying to ease the pain.

"What's wrong?" The Seventh Prince looked at Feng Jiutian with some confusion. Feng Jiutian took two deep breaths, lowered her head, and replied in a somewhat cold voice, "It's nothing, just a little pain."

Compared to Mo Shaoxie's tenfold pain, hers was naturally considered a minor pain.

The pain didn't last long. Feng Jiutian rested for a while, drank the spiritual tea in one gulp, stared at one spot, lost in thought, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing this, the Seventh Prince's eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth under the mask curled up again. He seemed quite satisfied with Feng Jiutian's distraction and did not disturb her.

Because the person Feng Jiutian was thinking of... was him!

Considering the time frame, this is probably the most crucial period for the fusion of his blood and Feng Jiutian's blood. Whenever Feng Jiutian thinks of him or feels affection, she can feel all the pain in his body.

Mo Shaoxie was reluctant to let her suffer any harm, even if it was only a tenth of the pain he endured. Even so, he couldn't bear to see her hurt.

No one in this world should hurt a woman, yet he was the one who did.

But if not for this, how can a young woman truly understand her own heart?

You should know that this little woman has been avoiding her own emotions and has never been willing to face them directly.

Since she was unwilling to watch, Mo Shaoxie forced her to do so.

Even if this method is a bit despicable, Mo Shaoxie wants the little woman to see him and accept him.

At this moment, Feng Jiutian was indeed thinking of Mo Shaoxie. Ever since she saw Mo Shaoxie in the ice coffin, she had developed this heart palpitation problem.

Every time it triggers, it's because I'm thinking of Mo Shaoxie.

Gu Luo once said that the pain she felt was less than one-tenth of what Mo Shaoxie felt, which is why Feng Jiutian couldn't let go of Mo Shaoxie for so long.

Just how badly injured must one have been to be in such pain?

Feng Jiutian had thought about this question countless times, and his doubts about the relationship between Mo Shaoxie and the Seventh Prince made him somewhat irritable.

After a long while, Feng Jiu finally snapped out of her reverie. Thinking of what the Seventh Prince had said earlier about 'breaking off the engagement,' she pursed her lips and, as if possessed, said, "You are not a cripple."

After saying that, Feng Jiutian was stunned for a moment, then pretended nothing had happened and looked away.

"Then... you don't plan to break off the engagement with me?" The Seventh Prince looked at Feng Jiutian with a hint of anticipation in his eyes, staring straight at her and waiting for her answer.

Although Feng Jiutian couldn't see the Seventh Prince's face, just looking into his eyes made it impossible for her to refuse...

so similar.

Both are wearing masks, and although they seem to be two completely different people, they also have so many similarities.

"When did I say I wanted to break off the engagement?"

Feng Jiutian took a sip of the spiritual tea, not looking at the Seventh Prince, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

She did have other feelings for the Seventh Prince, but that alone was not enough for Feng Jiutian to sacrifice her life for him.

Feng Jiutian had always kept her distance from romantic love and didn't believe that anyone in the world could truly love another person wholeheartedly. She could be cold and ruthless to anyone, but everything changed after she met Mo Shaoxie.