Chapter 7
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Four Dragons (1)
Mu Wanwan’s words were true, and everything seemed to be perfectly logical and reasonable. Bai Shuiyao was a little dazed by what Wanwan said, and her originally tearful eyes widened slightly, as though she was struggling to find the right words.
Mu Wanwan didn’t give her the opportunity to object, “Yaoyao, no matter what you want to do, I will always support you. Don’t worry, with me here in the tyrant’s manor, you will definitely be fine.”
Bai Shuiyao’s pretty cheeks flushed. She stared at Mu Wanwan with her inky-black peach blossom eyes, but couldn’t say a word——
She didn’t know why her sister, who used to be so dull-witted, was now even better than her at pretending to be pitiful.
Mu Wanwan decided to strike while the iron was hot; she showed her the pair of hands that had been scratched by the scales last night, “Yaoyao, I still have to take care of that disabled tyrant. Look at my hands, this is all his dirty blood, and there are also small bugs……”
One of the characteristics of Bai Shuiyao in the original novel was her love of cleanliness. She also couldn’t stand the sight of insects. Earlier, she had been in a hurry to convince Mu Wanwan to escape with her and didn’t notice her dirty hands. But now that she’s seen them, she simply couldn’t bear it. She was filled with a bellyful of anger again and with no place to vent, she only glared at Mu Wanwan angrily and left.
There were still tears in the corners of Mu Wanwan’s eyes, but her heart felt light and refreshed.
She hated this kind of white lotus the most— the sort who waved the “for your own good” flag outwardly but plotted and schemed against you inwardly. She guessed Bai Shuiyao probably never had her own tricks used against her before.
Her sleep had been completely disrupted by Bai Shuiyao’s big fuss. Mu Wanwan looked at the gradually brightening sky, sighed, and went to get some water to wash up. Then, she changed into the clothes she brought with her. After thinking about it, she took the last clean handkerchief in her hands, refilled the basin with clean water, and entered the room.
The bedcurtains had been completely pulled back by her, and as soon as she entered, she could see the tyrant who was lying on the jade bed.
He was still in the position that she had arranged him into last night. His arms were resting on one side, and his broken tail drooped down on the other; he hadn’t moved a bit.
Mu Wanwan walked up to his side. She looked at his matted, dirty black hair, and the bloodstains around his broken horns, and her heart swelled with compassion——
The villain who used to yield supreme power was now covered in filth and grime. Looking at his appearance, she guessed that he had not taken a bath for a long time. His rotten tail aside, his body was also very dirty.
Mu Wanwan lifted the long hair that covered his eyes gently, carefully avoiding his broken horns. With a moistened handkerchief, she wiped away the dirt on his face little by little, and Mister Long’s face gradually became clearer.
Mu Wanwan hadn’t dared to look much at his face last night, but now, after wiping away most of the blood and dirt, she realized that he was not as ugly as she had imagined——
Thick black eyebrows slanted sharply towards his temples; beneath those were a pair of somewhat deep-set eyes, framed with raven black eyelashes that were long and curved like two small fans. His face was dreadfully pale, his nose straight, and his thin lips were pressed into a tight line; they were dry and cracked, bearing blue-purple match the blue-purple bruises and bloodied scars that did not match his face.
If not for the black and red lines that were spread across almost all his face, he would have been a handsome dragon.
As Mu Wanwan thought these things, she saw the lines on Mister Long’s cheek suddenly move; her hands shook with fright, flinging the whole handkerchief onto his face in an instant.
Mu Wanwan: “…”
She hurriedly picked up the handkerchief and apologised repeatedly. When she finished, she waited a while before realising that the tyrant hadn’t awakened. It seemed like the lines on his cheeks were alive and would move from time to time, like the withered yellow scales on his body.
Mu Wanwan let out a breath, feeling both a little foolish and relieved. Despite knowing that he couldn’t hear her, she still said softly, “I will wash your face every day from now on… If I have a chance, I’ll also wipe your tail.”
Mu Wanwan looked at Mister Long, whose true face was now revealed, and her sympathy for him grew stronger. So, it turns out that he had expressions too——
Tightly knit brows, bruised lips, a forehead covered with cold sweat, and eyelashes that were trembling uneasily—it was an expression of extreme discomfort. With the rotten tail on top of everything, he must be in great pain, right?
Mu Wanwan’s heart ached; she was just thinking about how she had to get some medicine for him as soon as possible, when she heard a harsh female voice coming from outside the door, “Madam, it’s time for breakfast.”
Mu Wanwan knew that it was Fuliu. She put down the handkerchief, walked to the door, and came face-to-face with Fuliu’s unkind gaze. “You only have fifteen minutes.”
She was carrying a food container, and handed it to Mu Wanwan when she saw her come out; it seemed like she had no intentions of entering the room.
Mu Wanwan wasn’t bothered. She hadn’t eaten anything since transmigrating here and was starving. She nodded numbly, received the food container, and went back into the room. She opened the lid, took out a steamed bun and began to eat.
In the mornings, there were only steamed buns, a bowl of plain, watery congee and a few pieces of pickled vegetables. This was the standard treatment the original character received in the tyrant’s manor, so Mu Wanwan wasn’t surprised. However, when she was about to swallow the congee that was more water than rice, the tyrant’s dry, cracked lips suddenly appeared in her mind with great clarity.
In the novel, the tyrant possessed unparalleled strength. Everything he ate and wore was the very best; he drank wine made with rare, mystical fruits and ate the meat of spirit beasts. But now, he has become like this. His clothes were done away with, and no one took care of his hygiene, much less food and drink.
According to the original body’s memory, a strong person from Rank 3 and above would not starve to death even without eating for an entire week. As a Rank 7 powerhouse who once stood at the apex of the continent, even if the tyrant was seriously injured and comatose, he wouldn’t starve to death without food.
However, he should have still experienced tremendous suffering.
It had been six or seven days since the original character had been married into the tyrant’s manor. In her memory, the tyrant had never eaten anything. Ao Qin had taken control of the tyrant’s forces and hadn’t sent anyone to deliver any medication or elixirs. So, Mister Long should have gone hungry for a long time.
The congee before her was still emitting fragrant wafts, but Mu Wanwan had lost the good appetite she had just a moment ago. She wanted to harden her resolve and finish the congee by herself, disregard this tyrant and let him starve.
Although she was now his chongxi wife in name, they were only strangers after all. Whatever his state was had nothing to do with her. Moreover, the tyrant was now in a vegetative state, so even if she laxed in her care of him, he wouldn’t know anyway…
However, when Mu Wanwan decided to ignore him, this originally fragrant bowl of congee suddenly seemed so tasteless and difficult to swallow.
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Four Dragons (1)
Mu Wanwan’s words were true, and everything seemed to be perfectly logical and reasonable. Bai Shuiyao was a little dazed by what Wanwan said, and her originally tearful eyes widened slightly, as though she was struggling to find the right words.
Mu Wanwan didn’t give her the opportunity to object, “Yaoyao, no matter what you want to do, I will always support you. Don’t worry, with me here in the tyrant’s manor, you will definitely be fine.”
Bai Shuiyao’s pretty cheeks flushed. She stared at Mu Wanwan with her inky-black peach blossom eyes, but couldn’t say a word——
She didn’t know why her sister, who used to be so dull-witted, was now even better than her at pretending to be pitiful.
Mu Wanwan decided to strike while the iron was hot; she showed her the pair of hands that had been scratched by the scales last night, “Yaoyao, I still have to take care of that disabled tyrant. Look at my hands, this is all his dirty blood, and there are also small bugs……”
One of the characteristics of Bai Shuiyao in the original novel was her love of cleanliness. She also couldn’t stand the sight of insects. Earlier, she had been in a hurry to convince Mu Wanwan to escape with her and didn’t notice her dirty hands. But now that she’s seen them, she simply couldn’t bear it. She was filled with a bellyful of anger again and with no place to vent, she only glared at Mu Wanwan angrily and left.
There were still tears in the corners of Mu Wanwan’s eyes, but her heart felt light and refreshed.
She hated this kind of white lotus the most— the sort who waved the “for your own good” flag outwardly but plotted and schemed against you inwardly. She guessed Bai Shuiyao probably never had her own tricks used against her before.
Her sleep had been completely disrupted by Bai Shuiyao’s big fuss. Mu Wanwan looked at the gradually brightening sky, sighed, and went to get some water to wash up. Then, she changed into the clothes she brought with her. After thinking about it, she took the last clean handkerchief in her hands, refilled the basin with clean water, and entered the room.
The bedcurtains had been completely pulled back by her, and as soon as she entered, she could see the tyrant who was lying on the jade bed.
He was still in the position that she had arranged him into last night. His arms were resting on one side, and his broken tail drooped down on the other; he hadn’t moved a bit.
Mu Wanwan walked up to his side. She looked at his matted, dirty black hair, and the bloodstains around his broken horns, and her heart swelled with compassion——
The villain who used to yield supreme power was now covered in filth and grime. Looking at his appearance, she guessed that he had not taken a bath for a long time. His rotten tail aside, his body was also very dirty.
Mu Wanwan lifted the long hair that covered his eyes gently, carefully avoiding his broken horns. With a moistened handkerchief, she wiped away the dirt on his face little by little, and Mister Long’s face gradually became clearer.
Mu Wanwan hadn’t dared to look much at his face last night, but now, after wiping away most of the blood and dirt, she realized that he was not as ugly as she had imagined——
Thick black eyebrows slanted sharply towards his temples; beneath those were a pair of somewhat deep-set eyes, framed with raven black eyelashes that were long and curved like two small fans. His face was dreadfully pale, his nose straight, and his thin lips were pressed into a tight line; they were dry and cracked, bearing blue-purple match the blue-purple bruises and bloodied scars that did not match his face.
If not for the black and red lines that were spread across almost all his face, he would have been a handsome dragon.
As Mu Wanwan thought these things, she saw the lines on Mister Long’s cheek suddenly move; her hands shook with fright, flinging the whole handkerchief onto his face in an instant.
Mu Wanwan: “…”
She hurriedly picked up the handkerchief and apologised repeatedly. When she finished, she waited a while before realising that the tyrant hadn’t awakened. It seemed like the lines on his cheeks were alive and would move from time to time, like the withered yellow scales on his body.
Mu Wanwan let out a breath, feeling both a little foolish and relieved. Despite knowing that he couldn’t hear her, she still said softly, “I will wash your face every day from now on… If I have a chance, I’ll also wipe your tail.”
Mu Wanwan looked at Mister Long, whose true face was now revealed, and her sympathy for him grew stronger. So, it turns out that he had expressions too——
Tightly knit brows, bruised lips, a forehead covered with cold sweat, and eyelashes that were trembling uneasily—it was an expression of extreme discomfort. With the rotten tail on top of everything, he must be in great pain, right?
Mu Wanwan’s heart ached; she was just thinking about how she had to get some medicine for him as soon as possible, when she heard a harsh female voice coming from outside the door, “Madam, it’s time for breakfast.”
Mu Wanwan knew that it was Fuliu. She put down the handkerchief, walked to the door, and came face-to-face with Fuliu’s unkind gaze. “You only have fifteen minutes.”
She was carrying a food container, and handed it to Mu Wanwan when she saw her come out; it seemed like she had no intentions of entering the room.
Mu Wanwan wasn’t bothered. She hadn’t eaten anything since transmigrating here and was starving. She nodded numbly, received the food container, and went back into the room. She opened the lid, took out a steamed bun and began to eat.
In the mornings, there were only steamed buns, a bowl of plain, watery congee and a few pieces of pickled vegetables. This was the standard treatment the original character received in the tyrant’s manor, so Mu Wanwan wasn’t surprised. However, when she was about to swallow the congee that was more water than rice, the tyrant’s dry, cracked lips suddenly appeared in her mind with great clarity.
In the novel, the tyrant possessed unparalleled strength. Everything he ate and wore was the very best; he drank wine made with rare, mystical fruits and ate the meat of spirit beasts. But now, he has become like this. His clothes were done away with, and no one took care of his hygiene, much less food and drink.
According to the original body’s memory, a strong person from Rank 3 and above would not starve to death even without eating for an entire week. As a Rank 7 powerhouse who once stood at the apex of the continent, even if the tyrant was seriously injured and comatose, he wouldn’t starve to death without food.
However, he should have still experienced tremendous suffering.
It had been six or seven days since the original character had been married into the tyrant’s manor. In her memory, the tyrant had never eaten anything. Ao Qin had taken control of the tyrant’s forces and hadn’t sent anyone to deliver any medication or elixirs. So, Mister Long should have gone hungry for a long time.
The congee before her was still emitting fragrant wafts, but Mu Wanwan had lost the good appetite she had just a moment ago. She wanted to harden her resolve and finish the congee by herself, disregard this tyrant and let him starve.
Although she was now his chongxi wife in name, they were only strangers after all. Whatever his state was had nothing to do with her. Moreover, the tyrant was now in a vegetative state, so even if she laxed in her care of him, he wouldn’t know anyway…
However, when Mu Wanwan decided to ignore him, this originally fragrant bowl of congee suddenly seemed so tasteless and difficult to swallow.
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Four Dragons 1Mu Wanwan's words were true, and everything seemed to be perfectly logical and reasonable. Bai Shuiyao was a little dazed by what Wanwan said, and her originally tearful eyes widened slightly, as though she was struggling to find the right words.Mu Wanwan didn't give her the opportunity to object, Yaoyao, no matter what you want to do, I will always support you. Don't worry, with me here in the tyrant's manor, you will definitely be fine.Bai Shuiyao's pretty cheeks flushed. She stared at Mu Wanwan with her inky-black peach blossom eyes, but couldn't say a wordShe didn't know why her sister, who used to be so dull-witted, was now even better than her at pretending to be pitiful.Mu Wanwan decided to strike while the iron was hot; she showed her the pair of hands that had been scratched by the scales last night, Yaoyao, I still have to take care of that disabled tyrant. Look at my hands, this is all his dirty blood, and there are also small bugsOne of the characteristics of Bai Shuiyao in the original novel was her love of cleanliness. She also couldn't stand the sight of insects. Earlier, she had been in a hurry to convince Mu Wanwan to escape with her and didn't notice her dirty hands. But now that she's seen them, she simply couldn't bear it. She was filled with a bellyful of anger again and with no place to vent, she only glared at Mu Wanwan angrily and left.There were still tears in the corners of Mu Wanwan's eyes, but her heart felt light and refreshed.She hated this kind of white lotus the most the sort who waved the for your own good flag outwardly but plotted and schemed against you inwardly. She guessed Bai Shuiyao probably never had her own tricks used against her before.Her sleep had been completely disrupted by Bai Shuiyao's big fuss. Mu Wanwan looked at the gradually brightening sky, sighed, and went to get some water to wash up. Then, she changed into the clothes she brought with her. After thinking about it, she took the last clean handkerchief in her hands, refilled the basin with clean water, and entered the room.The bedcurtains had been completely pulled back by her, and as soon as she entered, she could see the tyrant who was lying on the jade bed.He was still in the position that she had arranged him into last night. His arms were resting on one side, and his broken tail drooped down on the other; he hadn't moved a bit.Mu Wanwan walked up to his side. She looked at his matted, dirty black hair, and the bloodstains around his broken horns, and her heart swelled with compassionThe villain who used to yield supreme power was now covered in filth and grime. Looking at his appearance, she guessed that he had not taken a bath for a long time. His rotten tail aside, his body was also very dirty.Mu Wanwan lifted the long hair that covered his eyes gently, carefully avoiding his broken horns. With a moistened handkerchief, she wiped away the dirt on his face little by little, and Mister Long's face gradually became clearer.Mu Wanwan hadn't dared to look much at his face last night, but now, after wiping away most of the blood and dirt, she realized that he was not as ugly as she had imaginedThick black eyebrows slanted sharply towards his temples; beneath those were a pair of somewhat deep-set eyes, framed with raven black eyelashes that were long and curved like two small fans. His face was dreadfully pale, his nose straight, and his thin lips were pressed into a tight line; they were dry and cracked, bearing blue-purple match the blue-purple bruises and bloodied scars that did not match his face.If not for the black and red lines that were spread across almost all his face, he would have been a handsome dragon.As Mu Wanwan thought these things, she saw the lines on Mister Long's cheek suddenly move; her hands shook with fright, flinging the whole handkerchief onto his face in an instant.Mu Wanwan: She hurriedly picked up the handkerchief and apologised repeatedly. When she finished, she waited a while before realising that the tyrant hadn't awakened. It seemed like the lines on his cheeks were alive and would move from time to time, like the withered yellow scales on his body.Mu Wanwan let out a breath, feeling both a little foolish and relieved. Despite knowing that he couldn't hear her, she still said softly, I will wash your face every day from now on If I have a chance, I'll also wipe your tail.Mu Wanwan looked at Mister Long, whose true face was now revealed, and her sympathy for him grew stronger. So, it turns out that he had expressions tooTightly knit brows, bruised lips, a forehead covered with cold sweat, and eyelashes that were trembling uneasilyit was an expression of extreme discomfort. With the rotten tail on top of everything, he must be in great pain, right?Mu Wanwan's heart ached; she was just thinking about how she had to get some medicine for him as soon as possible, when she heard a harsh female voice coming from outside the door, Madam, it's time for breakfast.Mu Wanwan knew that it was Fuliu. She put down the handkerchief, walked to the door, and came face-to-face with Fuliu's unkind gaze. You only have fifteen minutes.She was carrying a food container, and handed it to Mu Wanwan when she saw her come out; it seemed like she had no intentions of entering the room.Mu Wanwan wasn't bothered. She hadn't eaten anything since transmigrating here and was starving. She nodded numbly, received the food container, and went back into the room. She opened the lid, took out a steamed bun and began to eat.In the mornings, there were only steamed buns, a bowl of plain, watery congee and a few pieces of pickled vegetables. This was the standard treatment the original character received in the tyrant's manor, so Mu Wanwan wasn't surprised. However, when she was about to swallow the congee that was more water than rice, the tyrant's dry, cracked lips suddenly appeared in her mind with great clarity.In the novel, the tyrant possessed unparalleled strength. Everything he ate and wore was the very best; he drank wine made with rare, mystical fruits and ate the meat of spirit beasts. But now, he has become like this. His clothes were done away with, and no one took care of his hygiene, much less food and drink.According to the original body's memory, a strong person from Rank 3 and above would not starve to death even without eating for an entire week. As a Rank 7 powerhouse who once stood at the apex of the continent, even if the tyrant was seriously injured and comatose, he wouldn't starve to death without food.However, he should have still experienced tremendous suffering.It had been six or seven days since the original character had been married into the tyrant's manor. In her memory, the tyrant had never eaten anything. Ao Qin had taken control of the tyrant's forces and hadn't sent anyone to deliver any medication or elixirs. So, Mister Long should have gone hungry for a long time.The congee before her was still emitting fragrant wafts, but Mu Wanwan had lost the good appetite she had just a moment ago. She wanted to harden her resolve and finish the congee by herself, disregard this tyrant and let him starve.Although she was now his chongxi wife in name, they were only strangers after all. Whatever his state was had nothing to do with her. Moreover, the tyrant was now in a vegetative state, so even if she laxed in her care of him, he wouldn't know anywayHowever, when Mu Wanwan decided to ignore him, this originally fragrant bowl of congee suddenly seemed so tasteless and difficult to swallow.Join our Discord server for the latest news and announcement.
