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Jun Jiuxiao slowly walked towards Chu Xingyao, each step seeming to pound on Jun Xuanche's heart, making a "thump-thump" sound.

Jun Xuanche could only suppress his anger and step forward to bow, saying, "Greetings, Imperial Uncle."

Jun Jiuxiao didn't even lift his eyelids; he stared at Chu Xingyao and asked:

"Is something the matter?" His voice was deep and powerful, each word like a heavy stone pressing on Jun Xuanche's heart.

Chu Xingyao smiled sweetly at Jun Jiuxiao: "I'm fine."

But Jun Jiuxiao still noticed the red marks on her wrist and remembered how that beast had dared to lay a hand on her Yao'er.

The temperature around him plummeted, and his murderous intent was palpable, sending chills down one's spine. His gaze was like a sharp sword, aimed directly at Jun Xuanche.

Large beads of sweat rolled down Jun Xuanche's temples as he realized that he might have disturbed Jun Jiuxiao's meal.

Thinking of the fact that the Imperial Uncle was a man who never blinked an eye when killing.

So he dared not argue, his voice trembling slightly, and he said in a humble tone, "Nephew apologizes to Imperial Uncle."

Everyone present held their breath; a tense atmosphere filled the air.

Seeing this, Chu Xingyao quickly tugged at Jun Jiuxiao's sleeve and mouthed, "Letting him die now would be too easy for him."

Jun Jiuxiao did not speak, but his robes moved without any wind.

His hand moved with lightning speed; no one saw his movements clearly, only a crisp "snap" was heard.

Jun Xuanche's wrist was twisted in a strange position, and it was the sound of bones breaking.

Jun Xuanche groaned in pain, and more cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he dared not make any move.

He knew this was a lesson Jun Jiuxiao was giving him, a profound, physical lesson.

He could only grit his teeth and endure the sudden, excruciating pain.

A deep, husky voice came from behind him; it was Jun Jiuxiao's voice, carrying an unquestionable command.

Like the call of death:

"Get out..." This single word, simple and direct, was enough to fill Jun Xuanche with endless humiliation and fear.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jun Xuanche fled the scene in a panic, his figure quickly disappearing from everyone's sight.

"Impossible. How could His Highness, the God of War of Dongjing Kingdom, possibly be monogamous for life, let alone marry into the General's Mansion?"

He decisively dismissed the idea, as if he were comforting himself, or perhaps mocking himself.

Watching all this unfold, Night Hawk silently offered a prayer for Jun Xuanche, knowing that Jun Xuanche was destined to be a supporting character in this drama.

He silently thought to himself, "Jun Xuanche, you're fighting against the most dangerous person in Dongjing Kingdom. Aren't you just asking for trouble?"

Jun Jiuxiao stood before Chu Xingyao, his gaze deep and focused, his voice low and gentle as he asked:

"pain?"

It's just a simple word, yet it contains a thousand words.

Chu Xingyao raised her head, her eyes sparkling with mischievous light, her smile as refreshing and full of vitality as a summer breeze.

“Brother Chen, that’s not how you show concern. You can’t just say it word by word.”

Jun Jiuxiao gazed at her, his eyes deep and warm, his heart filled with tenderness, and that warmth spread through his chest.

"Hmm?" he responded softly, his voice carrying a hint of inquiry.

Chu Xingyao felt his gaze and her heart raced. She forced herself to come back to her senses and gently whispered in Jun Jiuxiao's ear.

She whispered, "Brother Chen should ask, does Yao'er's hand hurt? It hurts my heart."

Her words, accompanied by her warm breath, gently blew into his ears, instantly turning his neck red to the tips of his ears, and causing a certain part of him to react involuntarily.

Jun Jiuxiao realized that his self-control was always so weak in front of her, and he was easily swayed by her emotions.

He didn't speak, but carefully took out the ointment and gently applied it to Chu Xingyao's slender, fair wrist.

His fingers gently and rhythmically rubbed her face, his gaze fixed on her face, observing every subtle expression, afraid that she might feel the slightest pain.

However, Chu Xingyao didn't seem to appreciate it; her voice carried a hint of mockery and grievance:

"Your Highness is unwilling to say that? Your Highness truly has no compassion for this humble woman."

"Sigh! Men are indeed unreliable. Humph, all my deep affection has been misplaced."

Her eyes were filled with grievance, and her voice was choked with sobs.

Upon seeing this scene, Jun Jiuxiao panicked, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He said with a doting expression, "Yao'er, don't cry, it breaks my heart."

He reached out and gently stroked her nose, his movements tender and careful.

Suddenly, he remembered something and said to Chu Xingyao, "Yao'er just said that she has deep feelings for me?"

Chu Xingyao turned her face away and pouted, "Hmph."

Her reaction made Jun Jiuxiao feel a little helpless. Although he was invincible on the battlefield, he was clumsy and at a loss when it came to coaxing her.

In his past life, when she got angry, he could only stand still and let her vent, but the situation now was obviously more complicated.

He walked up to Chu Xingyao, poured her a cup of tea, coughed lightly, and said sincerely with a slightly flushed face:

"Yao'er, don't be angry. There are some things I don't know. Yao'er, can you teach me?"

His attitude was sincere and humble; he was willing to lower himself just to make her smile.