Chapter Eighteen: The Rampant Ripple

ality.“Brother, have some porridge to replenish your strength. At this time, we don’t even have the right to fall.” Qin Luoyan originally thought it would take a lot of effort to persuade this man to..."I didn't run away, I missed you too much so I came to find you." Qin Luoyan's spine felt a chill, her undergarments were soaked with cold sweat, but her smile didn't waver in the slightest. In her mind, she frantically tried to think of a way to solve the predicament before her.

"I...," Fu Zi Mo chuckled, "So you still know that you are merely this King's..."

Qin Luo Yan awkwardly pulled out a smile, feeling the hand on her throat tighten, and a wave of cold sweat immediately surged up her spine.

The ruthless and emotionless King Wu Xuan wouldn't hesitate to take her life. To him, she was nothing more than a blade of grass, easily harvested with a flick of his finger.

"By the way, in the old workers' dormitory, Manpo once told her, 'When a man wants to argue, the most useful thing is to shut his mouth with your own, and then there will be no more…'"

But, to plug Fu Zi Mo's mouth with one's own

Qin Luoyan unconsciously shifted her gaze to his lips. They were thick and full, warm and smooth like jade. She involuntarily swallowed, took a deep breath, then another, finally gritted her teeth and pressed her lips against his.

Three inches, two inches, one inch, one finger…

Seeing the red lips about to meet, she finally stopped. It was too much to ask her to force a kiss on a man.

"Woman, if you're going to do it, do it thoroughly!"

Fu Zi Mo's tone was full of displeasure. The next instant, he bit down on her lips. His action was fierce; with one bite, her lips were bleeding, but he didn't care about her feelings at all. He pried open her red lips and forcefully invaded them.

The metallic taste in her mouth grew stronger and stronger. In that instant, Qin Luoyan's mind went blank. When she reacted, the whole person was forcefully pressed under by Fu Zimo.

In the carriage, a ripple of tenderness.

Outside the carriage, Jin Mu couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth at the slight rustling sounds. He sighed resignedly, then ordered all the guards to disperse ten meters.

A convoy of dozens of carriages stopped strangely on the street. The carriage at the front was surrounded by empty space within ten meters, while beyond ten meters stood a dense guard line, every step a post.

Inside the carriage in the middle of the procession, Xiao Changyue, adorned in crimson robes, lifted the curtain and peered forward. Seeing that the procession had come to a halt, he asked the guard beside him, "What happened ahead Why have we stopped"

The guard shook his head, indicating he didn't know. Even if he did, it didn't seem like he intended to answer her question.

Xiao Changyue remained impassive, she could only pull Xiao Yunqin beside her, "Yunqin, why don't you go and see what's going on ahead"

"Good." Xiao Yunqin replied, and under the maid's support, she got out of the carriage and walked forward.

But after a short while, Xiao Yunqin came back. However, when she returned, her steps were noticeably faster than when she left, and her face had turned completely dark.

"What on earth happened to make you so upset" Xiao Changyue frowned, her voice laced with concern.

Xiao Yunqin got into the carriage and leaned close to Xiao Changyue's ear, whispering a few words. She saw the muscles on Xiao Changyue's face gradually twist, until finally they became somewhat ferocious.

"No, impossible! How could he do this This is on the main street, with so many people around. He, he how dare he..." Xiao Changyue trembled with rage, her hands clenched tightly at the edge of the small table, making her pale fingers look even more bloodless.

"I also thought it was impossible, but he did it anyway. It's really a sign of the times! Simply, simply too shameless..."

Before Xiao Yunqin could speak, Xiao Changyue covered her mouth. "Don't talk nonsense! Don't you see where we are!"

Xiao Yunqin reluctantly shut her mouth, but her eyes still held a resentment. It was unclear how much of that resentment was genuine. "So what do we do now Are we just going to stand here and watch that vixen openly engage in such scandalous behavior with the Prince"

Xiao Changyue said nothing for a long while, then gritted his teeth and spoke, "Let's go see!"

The wind wasn't strong, but it was very cool.

A gust of wind slipped through the gap in the curtains and into the carriage, scattering some of the sandalwood scent.

The man stepped back from the woman, leisurely adjusting his brocade robes. In just a short while, he was once again the imposing Martial Prince Fu Zimu.

Qin Luoyan felt a chill and pulled her body closer, her gaze falling on the scattered pieces of clothing around her. Her face turned pale. In the midst of such passion, this man had torn her clothes to shreds. Now, she didn't even have anything decent to wear.

She gritted her teeth, bearing the pain in her body as she carefully sat up and leaned against the corner. There was not a hint of weakness on her face. "My Lord King," she said, "are you going to let me get into the carriage like this"

Fu Zi Mo languidly leaned against the car window, his expression that of satisfaction after desire was fulfilled. Perhaps because he was satisfied, the hostility in his body seemed to ease a little. He looked at her, but suddenly frowned. Everywhere on her body were terrifying bruises.

In the blink of an eye, his furrowed brows dissipated. "You don't need to get out of the carriage. When you reach the post station, someone will just give you your clothes."

"Your Majesty..." Qin Luoyan cleared her throat, feeling a dryness in her throat when she spoke, "Could you possibly do me a favor"

"Help" Fu Zimu found it amusing. "What qualifications do you have to ask me for help As a maidservant Why should I help you"

Although Qin Luoyan knew that seeking Fu Zimo's help was like courting death, she had no other choice. "As long as the Prince agrees to help me, I will be his person from now on, with no second thoughts. Unless the Prince gets tired of me, I will never leave him willingly!"

"You think you can escape" Fu Zi Mo sneered.

Qin Luoyan's face turned pale, but she didn't retreat. "I can't escape, I can die. Could it be that I don't even have the right to choose death Or does His Royal Highness want to possess my corpse" Your Highness, I beg you, help me. I just need you to do one thing for me, and from then on, I am willing to be your slave!"

"Willing to be a slave..." Fu Zimu murmured these words, but then suddenly raised an eyebrow and said, "Tell me, what is it"

Qin Luoyan couldn't hide the joy on her face when she heard him ask, "For Your Majesty, it wouldn't be a small matter. In the house at the corner ahead, Liu Wai bought a young boy. I think Your Majesty could save that boy."

"A little boy" Fu Zimuo remained noncommittal, his fingers lightly tapping on the windowpane. "That little boy, who is he to you Worthy of you sacrificing yourself to save"

Qin Luoyan wanted to say that they were strangers, but when the words reached her lips, she changed them, "He's my long-lost younger brother, my own flesh and blood!"

Fu Zi Mo was naturally suspicious and would never believe that she would sacrifice herself for a stranger child. Instead of creating more complications, he might as well give him the answer he desired.

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(: b/23/23838/)dn't expect that Liu Po had experienced such a tragic event. No wonder her personality became so gloomy and she rarely spoke. If one carries the blood debt of hundreds of lives, it's indeed impossible...