The Ninth Imperial Concubine of the Remnant King

  Murong Qing glared, knowing who she was, and dared to ask her for a massage? The little girl completely forgot that the man in front of her was her future benefactor, not knowing how to fawn over him, but now she actually had a disdainful thought.

  "Don't want to? Then let's talk about what happened that day when someone stepped on me and left footprints all over my body." The man suddenly turned cold, his oppressive aura growing heavier.

  "How could it be." Murong Qing's face changed in an instant, her smile sweet and deadly. She dragged her shoes, taking slow steps to walk behind Xiahou Yi, full of discontent and displeasure on her face.

  No matter how unwilling you are, it's still something that has to be done.

  Murong Qing stood behind the man and reluctantly placed his hand on the man's shoulder.

  Under his touch, it felt as hard as iron, a hint of surprise flashed across the girl's face. He was the Ninth Prince, how could he be so tense, with muscles taut to the extreme.

  A sudden surge of unexpected emotions swept away her previous reluctance, and a wave of tenderness unexpectedly welled up from the bottom of the girl's heart.

  What about the ninth prince? Standing in such a position, he may not be happy after all. High places are hard to defend against coldness, constantly facing intrigue and struggle, no wonder he is so tense.

  What was originally reluctance eventually turned into willingness.

  The girl's small hands were soft and warm, reaching onto the man's shoulders, carefully kneading with just the right amount of force, accurately finding the acupressure points.

  The man felt extremely comfortable being massaged by her, his facial expression relaxed. He only felt as if there were streams of warm currents seeping through his clothes into the muscles of his shoulders, warm and itchy, especially comfortable.

  He relaxed and stretched out his limbs, lying lazily on the chair, his eyes slowly narrowing.

  Massaging was not a difficult task for Murong Qing, as she often had to massage the elderly lady on ordinary days, so her technique couldn't be bad. Moreover, with a hint of sympathy in her heart, she was even more meticulous and forceful in her movements.

  After a stick of incense had burned, Mu Rong Qing finally felt that something was off. The man in the chair didn't have any reaction at all.

  She withdrew her hand and walked forward in surprise, only to find that the man had fallen asleep.

  Murong Qing was stunned and thought to himself, "Is this man also too outrageous? He can sleep so soundly in someone else's home?"

  "Master?" Suddenly, two astonished cries came from behind him.

  Murong Qing turned around, only to see Zhu Ting and Ruan Ning standing behind him, their eyes fixed on Xia Houyi as if they had seen something unbelievable.

  "What's wrong?" Murong Qing was extremely puzzled, and she turned her head to look at Xiahou Yi's face again, but there seemed to be no problem, looking quite normal.

  Zhu Ting and Ruan Ning exchanged a glance, then simultaneously charged forward and collided with each other.

  Boom!

  With just a loud muffled sound, Zhu Ting and Ruan Ning both let out a cry of alarm as they retreated two steps back, it was clear that the force of the collision was not light.

  Murong Qing stared at them with a look of contempt, as if they were idiots. Are you out of your minds? Is your brain made of copper or something?

  "Zhu Ting, am I seeing things? The master is actually sleeping in a place like this?" Ruan Ning asked with a foolish expression.

  "My head hurts so much, it shouldn't be fake." Zhu Ting raised her hand to rub her forehead, but her eyes still shone with an unpredictable expression.

  "What's wrong with the Ninth Prince?" Murong Qing asked again.

  Zhu Ting and Ruan Ning exchanged a glance, then nodded heavily.

  It seems that Zhū Tíng noticed the doubt in Mù Róng Qīng's heart, so he said: "Elder sister, you don't know this, but our master has been having trouble sleeping lately and often can't fall asleep. It's unbelievable that he could actually sleep in a place like this."

  Murong Qing turned her head to look at Xiahou Yi, and she believed this. The struggle for the throne was no child's play, and secretly plotting to kill each other was as common as eating three meals a day. In such a situation, who could still sleep soundly?

  No wonder he would frown even in his sleep, as if there was some unsolvable worry.

  "Big sister!" Zhu Ting and the other person suddenly knelt down on the ground, their faces full of pleading as they looked at her.

  "Alright, I understand what you mean. Let him sleep here for a while, you watch over him." Murong Qing turned his face and went back into the house.

  It's not that she was kind-hearted, but rather thought that this man would be her future benefactor, so being good to him would make him remember her kindness and cherish her more in the future.

  Hong Ye and Lü Qing returned, only to see Xia Houyi sleeping in the courtyard, which shocked them greatly. However, with Zhu Ting watching, they didn't dare to make any reckless moves.

  Two people walked quickly into the room and saw Murong Qing lying on a soft couch by the window reading a book, and hurried over. "Miss!"

  "Send that over and give it to Zhu Ting." Murong Qing instructed.

  Hong Ye took a look and found it was just a thin quilt.

  "Yes." Hong Ye replied, although she felt that Murong Jing was too good to Xia Hou Yi and it was a bit strange, but she didn't dare ask more questions. She took the thin quilt out to hand it over to Zhu Ting, then hurried back to her room to guard Murong Jing.

  In the room, Murong Qing seemed to be lying down reading a book, but in fact he hadn't really been paying attention.

  She was thinking about memories related to Xiahou Yi and still remembered that he should have died three years ago. It was said to be a relapse of a serious illness, but she knew that things were not so simple.

  From this life, from the first time he saw Xia Houyi until now, he seemed to have been stabbed to death more than once.

  I reckon death in past life wouldn't be simple either.

  Since she has chosen Xiahou Yi, she won't change her mind again. As for how to help him in the future, it's still worth thinking about carefully.

  Suddenly, Murong Qing sat up straight, his eyebrows furrowed. A major event was about to occur, and it was still related to Xiahou Yi.

  It seems she needs to remind that man who only knows how to put on a cold face.

  She thought for a long time, until she fell asleep on the soft couch.

  In the temple, Xiahou Yi slept for a full two hours.

  When he woke up, the moon had already climbed halfway up the sky and was staring at it as if it were about to fall east.

  "Huh?" The unfamiliar environment made him look unwell, his whole body tense and staring around until Zhu Ting called out to him softly, bringing him back to his senses.

  He got up with a cold face, looked around in a circle, and slowly revealed a hint of understanding.

  "What about him?"

  Zhu Ting went upstairs and took a look, naturally knowing who Xia Houyi was asking about. "In the room."

  "Did I fall asleep?" The tone was questioning but affirmative.

  "Yes, Master." Zhu Ting responded in a low voice.

  Xiahou Yi got up and walked to the upper room, going straight in.

  He moved very quietly, and neither Green Heart nor Red Leaf in the house was awakened.

  He walked slowly to the couch and gazed quietly at the girl who was sleeping very sweetly.

  Her sleeping posture was extremely ungraceful, with a large pillow clutched to her chest, one leg stretched out and the other draped over the pillow. Her face, as white as porcelain, wore a peaceful expression, and her lips seemed to still hold a faint smile.

  The thin quilt on her body was kicked to her feet and pressed by a small and delicate foot.

  Xiahou Yi's gaze fell on those small feet, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

  After a long while, he slowly walked forward, pulled up the thin quilt to cover her well, and let out a cold hum from his lips, "Stinky girl, can't even sleep steadily."

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