Chapter 1385 - I Will Paint the North in Blood as My Engagement Gift to You (1/2)

Chapter 1385: I Will Paint the North in Blood as My Engagement Gift to You

Clad in a black coat, Lu Yeming had just traveled thousands of miles to see her. His eyes were calm yet his gaze seemed to be filled with frost and violence.

The manservants trying to touch Jun Xiqing froze. “You… who are you? Is Ah Jiao’s Room a place you can just enter as you please?’

“What he meant was, get out now!” the Butler sniped arrogantly.

They spent most of their time in Ah Jiao’s Room and mostly saw dignitaries. This was the first time they had seen someone with such an impressive aura.

He was not flashy at all and instead exuded an omnipresent aura of strength like an Emperor, making their hairs stand on end.

Lu Yeming didn’t even spare a glance at them and walked straight towards Jun Xiqing. His deep eyes were filled with the image of her soft and gentle figure.

“Hey, did you hear what I said…” The butler stepped forward.

Before he could take another step, a large palm swiped the sturdy whip from his hand, and with a loud smack and the sound of flesh being ripped apart, the butler and manservants were sent flying.

With a loud thud, they were flung onto the wall by the whip.

The clothes had been split apart, revealing a long, bleeding gash. They rolled on the floor in pain.

One of the manservants crawled along the floor, trying to reach for his baton when a polished black leather shoe stepped on him.

The manservant felt his hand being stepped on before his fingers broke with a loud crack.

The manservant trembled. This man was a monster. A devil!

Lu Yeming walked forward to Jun Xiqing who was kneeling on the floor with a rag in her hand. He slowly got down on one knee. He was a tall person, taller than her by almost a head, so he looked down at her from above.

The entire area was deathly silent, the staff who had been struck was convulsing silently on the floor, having just lost half their lifespan.

Lu Yeming looked at her and took off his black gloves gracefully. His long fingers pinched her delicate chin and his thin lips curved into a faint smile. “We’ve only parted for two days, and you’re already letting these lowlifes bully you?”

Jun Xiqing had a white veil over her face which obscured her face. Her bare forehead was small and delicate, her eyes clear and calm, like a stream in autumn.

Lu Yeming felt like she looked even more beautiful with the veil on, especially her eyes. There was no sadness, no weakness, and no tears in her eyes. They were bright and beautiful. These were a pair of eyes that were speaking to him.

Releasing her chin, Lu Yeming tried to take her veil off.

But she twisted her head away, avoiding him.

“Let me take a look, hm?”

He emphasized the ‘hm’, his voice especially low and magnetic.

Jun Xiqing held his hand and pushed it away.

She opened his palm and wrote a word in it – Ping.

Ping Ping was still being held hostage in Country Z.

Seeing this word, Lu Yeming laughed softly and said, “You went back to Country Z with a perfect plan and yet were defeated so thoroughly. It’s already hard protecting yourself now and you’re still worried about someone else? How silly.”

He was calling her silly.

Lashes fluttering, Jun Xiqing remained silent.

At this moment, someone walked in. A familiar voice called out to her. “Your Highness.”

Jun Xiqing raised her eyes. Fan Men was carrying someone in his arms. It was Ping Ping.

Fan Men didn’t want her on the ground since she had hurt her leg and held her tight in his arms. He only lowered her after they saw Jun Xiqing.

Jun Xiqing’s eyes lit up and she quickly stood up.

Ping Ping limped over to her as fast as she could and hugged her. “Your Highness, this is great! I can finally see you again.”