I was hiding from gods and demons at the beginning, but it turned out that I was the boss

Early the next morning, the palace physician who routinely examined Tasril's body came to his house in the imperial capital.

Wu Xin entertained the doctor politely and went upstairs to tell Tasril to get up.

Twenty-two-year-old Wu Xin was the only "doll" who was not given away by Taslier.

After eight years of hard work, she is now his life assistant and has a high status in the family.

Because of what she said, Tasriel would occasionally listen.

Her desperate defense eight years ago finally earned Taslier's respect. Although she was still humble in front of him, Wuxin no longer needed to look at the faces of many people.

Tasril's room was on the third floor.

Under the luxurious bed curtains with dark green and gold tones, Tasril's sleeping face was peaceful. Only at this time did he look unpressured and as handsome as a god in a painting.

Wuxin stood quietly beside the bed, wanting to admire it again. Unfortunately, Tasril still opened his eyes. His eyes were not blurry, and he had obviously woken up long ago.

She looked away and straightened the nightgown on the stool next to her. "The doctor is here. It's a bit early today and I'm disturbing your rest."

"Knock on the door when you come in from now on." Taslier said coldly, making her slightly embarrassed.

Unintentionally, she actually just wanted to see his sleeping face, because he was busy recently and rarely came back.

"Come up."

Tasril said lightly.

Wu Xin reacted for two seconds and took off her dress.

She understands Tasriel's struggle and pain, and is willing to endure what he brings to her.

As usual, she smiled and put her best self forward in front of him.

However, not long after, she looked at Tasril in shock. The wild and evil smile in the man's eyes was still the same as eight years ago.

The galloping horse is back.

……

The imperial doctor drank a lot of tea in the living room and stared at the servant next to him for a long time before he heard footsteps on the stairs.

When I looked up, I saw a guard...

"The general asked you to go to the bedroom for diagnosis. You come up with me."

The imperial doctor finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was always on tenterhooks when facing this moody general. But this is a heavy responsibility entrusted to me by His Majesty, and I have to do it.

When he reached the third floor, the guard opened the door for him.

The bedroom is a suite, with a small living room outside and a resting place inside.

After the guard closed the door, the doctor entered the bedroom with a hint of nervousness, and then...

Then it was like being struck by lightning.

A charming woman is sitting on Tasril on the bed...

The room is full of charm.

how come? what to do……

After the room became quiet, Taslier stood up, put on his nightgown and went to the small hall next door.

The imperial doctor glanced at the messy woman on the bed and followed her with a racing heart.

"You, have you recovered?"

He reluctantly said something nonsense.

Isn’t this clear?…

Taslier smiled, "On a whim yesterday, I touched the beauty and suddenly felt something."

The imperial doctor lowered his head and secretly wondered which unlucky beauty it was...

"Then, why don't you continue to take some medicine to strengthen yourself." He suggested with courage.

"Take the medicine..." Tasril's eyes darkened, "It's better to keep it for yourself."

The imperial doctor raised his head in horror, but was kicked out by Tasril. It hit the wall behind with a bang.

Ignoring the pain and the blood surging in his stomach, he knelt on the ground and shivered.

"Admiral, calm down, calm down!"

"Calm down? If I hadn't stopped taking the medicine for a while because it tasted bad, I wouldn't have known that my dear Majesty was so kind to me." Taslier said sarcastically.

The imperial doctor broke out in a cold sweat, "You are joking. Your body really has nothing to do with medicine. You really had a fundamental injury back then, and medicine treatment was only a supplement."

Tasril didn't bother to pay attention to his explanation and said to himself: "Actually, why is it like this? With my level of cultivation, not many women can give birth to children for me. Now that I have entered the divine level, there are even fewer."

"You want me to be the protector, but you are afraid that my ambition will be too great and I will cut off my heirs. Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are really cruel. So it does make sense to say that the emperor is suspicious and the royal family is ruthless."

The imperial doctor feels that he is not well. Can he listen to this?

Only a dead person can hear this...

Seeing how pale his face was, Tasriel laughed.

"Let's talk about how many people were involved in this matter. If you explain it clearly, at least your family will not be implicated. If you don't explain it clearly, no one will be spared. Don't expect His Majesty to protect you. All responsibilities will be taken at this time. It’ll just push it on you.”

The imperial doctor was sweating all over. He knew that he was bound to die.

When he received this mission eight years ago, he knew it was a dead end, but so what, it was hard to disobey your orders.

Tasriel's body would have been in ruins for such a long time. The injury and the powerful medicine made it impossible for him to have sex.

But, but how could he be fine...

Could it be because he was promoted to a divine general? It is said that high-level practitioners can reshape themselves against the will of heaven. It is truly miraculous...

Sighing, the imperial doctor slowly spoke: "Admiral, please spare my family..."

……

At noon, the doctor took poison and committed suicide on the psychic carriage, ending his life.

According to the escort that day, the imperial doctor committed suicide because Admiral Tasriel disliked him for not curing him for several years and made him take a lot of bitter medicine. Now that he has recovered, he wants to compensate him with his two daughters.

After all, the admiral has done this kind of thing before, so the imperial doctor was so anxious that he could only trade his life for his daughter's future...

Although this reason is a bit absurd, it still makes sense. However, Lanzitu is still worried that Taslier will notice something and become angry and retaliate.

But he remained calm for the next week, and did not show any dissatisfaction with the royal family. He still guided Lan Zetong in his cultivation, and even promised to protect the safety of the prince and princess during the hunting festival, and happily accepted the three beauties he gave.

Lanzetu slowly felt relieved.

At the same time, rumors spread from the outside world that Admiral Tasriel's health had improved due to his promotion to demigod, and he had taken in seven or eight women in two days, which immediately caused tension among the noble ladies of the imperial capital.

Wherever he appears, women are very reserved and try to avoid or keep a low profile...

Lan Zetu felt a little emotional after hearing these things as a joke in the study.

Reshaping the divine level is really desirable, but it is a pity that he will not have the opportunity in this life.

"Your Majesty, it's time to drink the spiritual grass soup. Take care of yourself." The waiter served the warm and nourishing spiritual grass soup that Lan Zetu had been eating since he was injured.

"Yeah." Lanzetu took it and drank it in one gulp.

……

Meili was in low spirits after returning from the palace, and her family thought she and Lan Zetong were having a falling out.

Lan Zetong came to visit her after learning about it. I brought her a lot of travel equipment and some exquisite items that girls like.

With the comfort of her loved ones, Meili's mood improved a little. She said that she felt a little uneasy because she had to travel far away.

After careful consideration she concealed what happened that afternoon.

She was afraid that she would not be able to bear the price of speaking out...

Tasril is Lan Zetong's uncle, teacher, protector, admiral, lord, and divine general.

His position cannot be shaken unless...

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Lan Zetong kissed the delicate fiancée in his arms, "If you still have doubts, let's get engaged and go out to play next year."

Meili shook her head, "No, I've already agreed with everyone."

Lan Zetong hummed, and the kiss became more and more passionate.

An unspeakable bitterness arose in Meili's heart, and she felt uncomfortable trying to stop him. But every touch reminded her of Tasriel's wanton hands.

She trembled and murmured: "Lan Zetong, you must become stronger as soon as possible and don't let anyone bully me."

Lan Zetong's mood was slightly stagnant, and he suddenly remembered that he had said similar words to another girl on a summer night eight years ago...

(Don't be afraid, I will grow up as soon as possible and won't let people bully you all the time...)

However, he broke his promise.

Because the girl could not wait until that day, she fell asleep forever.

The marriage document signed to protect her was still in his storage ring, becoming a sad memory.

He hugged Mei Li tightly without making any promise.

It's useless to say.

……