Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

Lan Qian picked up some firewood and started a fire. The fire dispelled the coolness and darkness of the cave at night, making the whole cave warm and bright. Then, she began to apply herbal medicine to Mo Chen's wound.

Slender white hands gently and carefully untied the cloth strip on his wound. The cloth strip was torn from the girl's skirt. Mo Chen's gaze fell on the torn skirt of the girl, and his eyes paused slightly.

The girl applied the medicine to him very gently.

The expression on her delicate and beautiful little face was extremely focused. She did it bit by bit, carefully, as if she was treating the most important treasure.

His gaze slowly deepened.

The herbs that Lan Qian brought back were specifically used to treat knife and sword wounds. Although her blood could detoxify, it had no effect on healing wounds. Fortunately, these herbs could still be found at the bottom of the cliff.

But Mo Chen's wound was too deep, and it was unknown how effective these herbs would be. Lan Qian's eyes unconsciously revealed a hint of worry. She carefully applied the medicine to him and re-bandaged the wound.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

At least the wound won't get worse after applying the herbal medicine.

She raised her eyes and was about to say something, but found that Mo Chen had been looking at her, and his dark eyes seemed to flash with some emotions.

Hmm... this look seems familiar.

It seemed like every time he tried to lock her up...

Lan Qian was slightly startled.

What did she do to provoke him?

"Mo Chen?"

She called him tentatively.

However, the young emperor's eyes had returned to calm, as if the emotion in his eyes just now was just an illusion.

"What's your name?"

He spoke casually.

After so long, he still doesn't know her name.

Lan Qian looked at him strangely. She was definitely not mistaken. The character this man was showing now was definitely not his true character. According to the description in the plot...

Violent, gloomy, treacherous, bloodthirsty and dark...

It seemed as if all the cruel words were used to describe him.

A true tyrant.

But since she came into contact with him, except for the time when he was besieged by those men in black on the cliff, when he became a little bloodthirsty and did not look like a normal emperor when killing people, he was very normal at other times.

"My name is Lan Qian."

Lan Qian replied.

"Lan Qian..." The young emperor lowered his voice, his eyes slightly lowered as if he was thinking about something, and then he looked at her with his deep black eyes, "You said you like me, why don't you be my queen?"

"Queen?" Lan Qian seemed a little surprised by his words. She did not agree to him immediately, but asked curiously, "Why do you want me to be your queen? Do you like me too?"

Mo Chen didn't know what love was.

But he wanted her to be by his side.

I want the girl to care about me wholeheartedly like she just did.

He did not answer the girl's question. He could not answer it now. He just looked at her. His deep eyes seemed to carry some other emotions. He spoke again in a deep voice:

"Be my queen."

This time it was no longer a question, but his tone was calm.

There is no intention of forcing or commanding.

Lan Qian naturally would not refuse.

Even though they were progressing a little too fast and he didn't seem to really like her yet, she would be with him sooner or later.

"Okay," she nodded, a slight smile on her delicate face, "I'll be your queen when we get out."

……

The two stayed in the cave overnight.

The Li Palace on the other side.

"Your Majesty, His Majesty and Miss Lan have fallen off a cliff and their whereabouts are unknown. Our people are rushing to the bottom of the cliff to search for them."

A subordinate in black is reporting the situation.

In front of him, a man in gorgeous clothes stood by the study window. His face was pale and sickly, and his body looked weak as if he had been ill for a long time.

"Cough cough..."

The man coughed a few times and his face turned even paler.

"Did they fall off a cliff?"

"Yes," the black-clad subordinate said, "As far as I know, His Majesty was injured before falling off the cliff. Falling from such a deep cliff, I'm afraid..."

There are more ills than good luck.

He didn't dare say this out loud.

The prince must have guessed the result. After all, they had poisoned the swords. The chances of a poisoned and injured person surviving under such a high cliff were slim.

"I didn't expect that he didn't bring many people this time. This is beyond my expectation." The man looked at the night outside the window, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes. "Remember, I want to see the person alive or the body dead."

"Yes, I understand!"