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Zhan Nancheng and the remaining guards turned to look only to unanimously exclaim in astonishment.
Meng Fuyao had actually punched right into the tiger's mouth, using only her bare hands and bypassing the tiger's sharp canines. She had not just stopped the tiger from biting down on Zhan Nancheng, but also destroyed its windpipe and created a hole at the back of its neck!
With a single punch, the tiger was killed!
This kind of tiger-killing technique, this kind of ferocity and power, had never been seen or heard before!
And what Zhan Nancheng was most touched and astonished about was the bravery and selflessness that Meng Fuyao had shown at such a critical time.
Meng Fuyao retracted her hand only to see several streaks of deep cuts along her forearm. Due to the speed of her actions, she had torn her sleeves and grazed her arm against the tiger's teeth. However, she acted as if nothing was wrong and adjusted her robes, cleaning the blood off her forearm on the tiger's corpse before heading to the other tiger to claim her sword. Finally, she turned to face a pallid Zhan Nancheng and bowed. ”Your Majesty must have had a fright.”
”General, General Meng… Many thanks to you…” Zhan Nancheng's gaze fell on the two tiger corpses before moving to Meng Fuyao's bloody arm, his tone filled with utmost gratitude.
”Your Majesty is too kind, I am merely performing my duties.” Meng Fuyao smiled, glad that the Gold of Tiansha were not present but instead patrolling the outskirts of the hunting grounds and the main tentage. She was also pleased as the group of guards accompanying Zhan Nancheng had been a bunch of spineless and inexperienced nobodies. Hence, she was able to have the chance to show her mettle in front of him.
After successfully gaining Zhan Nancheng's gratitude, Meng Fuyao made use of her wounds as a reason to excuse herself. Flaunting her arm to the admiring and jealous stares of everyone as she returned to her manor, she waved her arm as she shouted, ”Vicious doctor, vicious doctor, thanks in advance—”
In a flash of white, a round object flew past her, and the vicious doctor appeared, his robes floating gracefully around him. His expression was calm, but his eyes carried hostility, looking nothing like a virtuous doctor and more like an assassin.
Meng Fuyao let out an ”ah” and immediately remembered what she had done before she left earlier, grabbing Lord Yuan Bao and running for their lives. As she ran, she asked Lord Yuan Bao, ”What have you done that the vicious doctor wants to kill you?”
Signaling frantically, Lord Yuan Bao replied, ”Eep! Eep!”
Meng Fuyao was stumped, and she contemplated whether she should learn Yuanbao language from its owner. Suddenly, a pair of hands reached over and wrapped themselves around her shoulder as a voice said, ”Meng Fuyao, when will the time finally come when you can leave and return in one piece?”
Meng Fuyao scanned herself in alarm before raising her head defiantly, saying, ”What did I lose? What did I lose?”
Smiling at her reaction, Zhangsun Wuji sighed and indicated for her to sit down before heading to a chest of drawers and retrieving a medicine box. From her angle, Meng Fuyao could see his long lashes as he bent his head to look for the appropriate medication. His eyes carried a hint of melancholic softness and darkness, his expression gentle and calm with a hint of sorrow. No matter how she looked, she couldn't see the famous and invincible Crown Prince Wuji; instead, she saw a peaceful and quiet boy next door.
That kind of boy next door—was desirable deep down in everyone's heart, his smile evoking a chorus of spring colors with the vibrancy of flowers blooming in spring that could touch all who saw it.
Meng Fuyao's heart stirred as she watched Zhangsun Wuji, his features half in the light and half covered by shadows. Immediately, she felt an aching pain in her heart, and at the same time, she felt a coolness on her arm. She sucked in her breath softly, and Zhangsun Wuji instantly looked up at her. ”Does it hurt?”
'It hurts, but it hurts not where your hand is pressing, but rather at the root of where all my veins connect, my heart.'
Meng Fuyao lowered her eyes with a bitter smile on her lips as she said, ”You're horrible, are you here to treat my wounds or are you taking the chance to exact revenge? Look at how hard you're pressing!”
”This skin regenerating cream has to be massaged into the skin for it to be effective so that there won't be any scars in the future.” Ignoring her, Zhangsun Wuji continued massaging her arm gently.
Meng Fuyao felt as though his fingertips were mini stoves, burning wherever they massaged and she felt extremely uncomfortable. Finally, she couldn't tolerate it anymore and blurted, ”Enough, enough, don't massage anymore, this general of yours doesn't have anything but scars anyway. I'll probably have even more next time, you can't heal them all.”
”Is that so?” Zhangsun Wuji suddenly looked up and smiled.
Meng Fuyao stared at his smile suspiciously, thinking that there was something off about it, and jumped to her feet hastily. Unfortunately, she was too late. Her arm was still in someone's hands, and Zhangsun Wuji flipped her arm, his fingers following the flow of her pulse. As he pressed down, she felt her entire body slacken while falling towards the ground. But, Zhangsun Wuji had already flipped her onto the bed.
Meng Fuyao gasped in shock and screamed, ”Yuan Bao, Yuan Bao, come here quickly, if you don't come sooner you won't have the chance to take his first time anymore—”
Lord Yuan Bao sprinted over as Zhangsun Wuji turned to smile at it, immediately. ”Yuan Bao, the more time you spend with a certain someone, the more your intelligence level is dropping, and your mind is dulling.”
Lord Yuan Bao dipped its head in shame… Cultivation required a thousand years, but it only took a single moment of impulsiveness to lose everything and stray down the irreversible path.
Having successfully destroyed his beloved pet with a single sentence, Zhangsun Wuji watched as it prepared to bite Meng Fuyao. Smilingly, he said, ”I heard that your Excellency was valiant and formidable, braver than a thousand soldiers.”