Chapter 12 How Many People Desire This?

Ju's face immediately changed upon hearing this, his voice turning sharp, "Prince Wu Xuan, some things are best left unknown in life. That secret history is taboo within the Rong family. Although you..."My body is so weak, it seems I need to practice more in the future." Fu Zimo recovered his cold face and suddenly squeezed his horse's belly. The steed charged towards Qin Luo Yan, and just as it was about to collide with her body, Fu Zimo on horseback reached out and pulled her onto his front.

This series of actions frightened Qin Luoyan, her face losing its color. She finally regained her composure, but the sound of horses' hooves, rising and falling, reached her ears.

On the official road, dozens of sturdy steeds galloped at full speed, kicking up dust and sand, their hooves pounding like thunder.

Qin Luo Yan was treated like a commodity by Fu Zi Mo, placed before him without any pity or tenderness. Even the soldiers behind him didn't seem to question this, and in their eyes, this was the normal behavior of King Wu Xuan.

After several hours of running, with a change of horses in the middle, the group finally arrived at a border town as dusk approached. This town was close to the border and though small, it was bustling with activity. Even after nightfall, there were still quite a few people on the streets, and vendors could be heard hawking their wares.

When Wuxuan King and his entourage stopped at a courtyard in town, Qin Luoyan had already fainted completely.

Fu Zi Mo flipped off his horse and grabbed Qin Luo Yan's collar, throwing her towards the direction of Jin Mu. "Get someone to clean her up."

Men and women are not close, Jin Mu reluctantly took the person in, and in order to avoid suspicion, he flattened his hands, letting Qin Luo smoke lie on his arm. He was afraid of having any other physical contact with her.

Jin Mu was still shaken by his last brush with danger. Last time, he had only commented on this woman, and the Wang Ye (prince) had almost thrown him to the bitter cold of the northern border. Now, he didn't dare speak out of turn.

His actions made Fu Zimu find it rather amusing. He said coldly, "It's just a toy. Your courage is a little too small."

Jin Mu's face twitched. He was smart enough not to speak, but seeing Qin Luo Yan's pale complexion and purple lips, he hesitated for a moment before asking, "Your Highness, would you like to call a doctor to take a look at her"

Fu Zi Mo didn't even look back, leading the way into the courtyard, "What are you looking at You won't die."

Jin Mu was stunned and didn't speak. He just stiffened his arms, holding Qin Luo Yan and followed her into the courtyard. The courtyard had already been tidied by maidservants and housekeepers. The head housekeeper saw Jin Mu bringing a woman in, there wasn't any change on her face, not even the maid behind her showed any surprise or curiosity.

However, in the courtyard of a small town on the edge of nowhere, the people there are surprisingly well-trained and carry themselves with the air of a wealthy household.

The grandmother took Qin Luoyan from Jin Mu's hands and, accompanied by two maidservants, entered the washroom. Although Qin Luoyan was weak and pale throughout, they remained indifferent, treating her like an object to be cleaned with a mere numbness.

On a winter's night, the cold can make your teeth chatter.

In the bedroom, three stoves were placed, with burning charcoal making a gentle sizzling sound. A crack in the window let in a cool breeze, which did not lower the room temperature but instead made the air inside feel fresher.

Qin Luoyan was awakened by the cold. She opened her eyes and saw a strange environment. Instead of panicking, she calmly surveyed it.

She was wearing a thin silk dress, like the wings of a cicada, her perfect body faintly visible beneath it. The quilt was neatly folded aside, but no one kindly offered to cover her with it.

She shivered and reached out to pull the blanket, wanting to cover herself and warm up. Her fingertips hadn't even touched the cotton before the door was flung open.

In a dark-colored brocade robe, with a cloak on his shoulders

Fu Zi Mo, in his fox fur cloak, walked in. His gaze fell on her alluring silk dress, his pupils shrinking for a moment before a smirk played at the corner of his mouth.

But he said nothing. Instead, he took off his cloak and threw it carelessly aside, then walked to the hearth in the middle of the room and reached out to warm his hands by the fire gracefully.

After several hours of riding, Qin Luoyan's whole body felt like it was falling apart. Especially waking up and being dressed like this bewitching beauty, needless to say, she knew exactly what the person who dressed her up wanted to do.

Looking at Fu Zi Mo again, his facial swelling had completely subsided, leaving behind only a face so perfect it was breathtaking.

"What do you want to do" Qin Luoyan pulled the blanket over herself, the high-quality silk blanket warming her quickly.

Fu Zi Mo leisurely turned his head to glance at her, "Have I ever said that your body satisfies me very much"

At this time, he called himself "Your Majesty". For a moment, Qin Luoyan felt that at this moment, he seemed different from the one she had first met in the forest. It seemed, he was much colder than before.

"So what Are you going to imprison me" Qin Luoyan didn't expect him to be so direct. In this society where etiquette was paramount, men only spoke flippantly to two kinds of women: those who frequented pleasure quarters and those they kept as playthings.

So, in his eyes, she was a toy

"Imprisoned" Fu Zi Mo raised an eyebrow, not liking the word at all. "Do you think you're worthy of being imprisoned by me, the illustrious King Wu Xuan"

"Then what do you want to do" Qin Luoyan, usually composed and collected, couldn't control the expression on her face. She knew he was King Wu Xuan, and precisely because she knew, she was terrified. With this man's power, he could effortlessly make her life a living hell in this society.

Fu Zi Mo walked calmly to the bedside and sat down casually, "This King just said, I'm very satisfied with your body, so before This King gets tired of it, your body belongs to This King."

He said it so casually, as if such things were commonplace. Unfortunately, when Qin Luo'yan heard it, she was stunned.

"Is that so" That's way too domineering!

Fu ZiMo let out a light laugh, he reached out and lifted Qin LuoYan's blanket, his perfect body coming into view. He could feel that for a moment, his breath became much hotter. "Here, no matter who it is, even if I said someone belonged to me, no one would dare say otherwise."

"You!" Qin Luo yan was so angry that she couldn't speak, but there was nothing she could do. She angrily sat up, wanting to get over him and leave, but just as she moved, he reached out and pulled her back, then pressed her down under him.

"Fu Zimu! You can't do this!" Qin Luoyan was furious. What did he think she was, a toy to be played with

Fu Zi Mo lowered his head, burying himself in her hair and inhaling lightly, "Why can't I This king likes your body. It's something many women would die for. And, all the women who have been with this king, this king has never mistreated them. You like wealth, don't you This king is rich beyond compare. When this king gets tired of you, whatever you want, I will give it to you."

As he spoke, his fingers trailed along her cheekbone to the edge of her lips. His throat tightened as he murmured into her ear, "And I love this about you."

Night, lingering and passionate, in the cold wind, mixed with a man's low growl and a woman's cry of pain.

That night, the maids guarding the courtyard were pale as death. When King Wu Xuan arrived, they had been somewhat infatuated and delighted. At this moment, they all silently rejoiced that King Wu Xuan hadn't chosen them.

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