Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 39: Miss Su's Desperate Moment

Su Miaojin was lying on the bed, the first time she had slept on a bed since entering the bandit's lair. However, this bed was as scorching as the magma of The Underworld, scaring her to the core.

She burrowed into the blanket, pressed against the wall, her hands wrapped around herself, tears streaming down her face.

If curses could kill, Murong Xiu would have died a hundred times by now!

Xin Zhuo silently watched her figure. Compared to his own life, matters of propriety, ethics, and the separation of men and women no longer mattered.

If the scholar dares to target me, I will use Su Miaojin as a shield. It's better to live shamelessly than to die honorably. I am a bandit, after all.

Putting down the knife, taking off his shoes, he also crawled into the bed.

It's quite warm.

A unique fragrance of a young girl entered his nose, and beside his pillow was the other person's loose hair.

At this critical moment, she actually remembered to let down her hair. What a strange compulsion.

However, the accidental contact had a somewhat intimate feeling.

He could even clearly sense the other person's delicate body's heartbeat and trembling.

He instantly felt uncomfortable. Who could endure this?

I am not Murong Xiu!

Calm down! Calm down!

I can't take advantage of her in this vulnerable state!

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, another breath, yes, breathe!

No, I can't bear it!

He hugged Su Miaojin tightly, turned her over, and made a move to pounce on her.

"I, Xin Zhuo, may be a bandit, but I am not ugly. Murong Xiu is right. Since my reputation has already been tarnished, why should I bear this blame for nothing? I...you can rest assured, when I make a name for myself in the future, I will never treat you unfairly."

After saying that, just as he was about to continue, he saw Su Miaojin's despairing face, her tightly closed eyes, and her tear-stained face, looking pitiful and miserable.

Anyone who wasn't particularly twisted in their heart would find it impossible to ignore this appearance.

Xin Zhuo couldn't help but calm down, feeling a sense of emptiness.

He turned over and lay on the other side. "I'm sorry! I was impulsive! Let's sleep!"

Su Miaojin turned over, pressed against the wall again, already choked with sobs.

"Haha, well..."

Xin Zhuo wanted to explain something, but he felt that no matter what he explained, it would be useless. He had just wanted to act like a rogue.

He cautiously looked out the window, placed the Yanling knife by the pillow, just in case.

"Ah!"

The scholar was on his way down the mountain, feeling a bit depressed.

His surname was Haoxue, his name was Zheng, and he was known as Scholar Haoxue. He was the close friend of the magistrate Su Xingming and had watched Su Miaojin grow up in the Su family.

Naturally, he knew Su Miaojin's true identity.

She was the daughter of that person, and also the future daughter-in-law of that household. It could be said that they were a perfect match, praised by the world except for the court.

That person was already extremely terrifying, and although that household had shown signs of decline in recent years, they were once a terrifying existence. One Venerable, three Great Masters, five county kings, nine imperial guards, seven prime ministers, fifty-eight scholars, and fifteen members of the Taiping Palace.

Even in the two hundred years of the Great Zhou Dynasty, such a family background was rare.

What a pity, what a pity!

He had just seen Xin Zhuo riding on Su Miaojin, and it seemed that they had already done it several times.

This was simply a life-threatening matter! Moreover, as an elder, he couldn't expose it. In that situation, he couldn't even bring himself to intervene. Not only would he fail to save Su Miaojin, but he might also make her lose face and be unable to face her family.

The magistrate had already given strict orders. The bandits must be wiped out, and Su Miaojin must be rescued. But news of her being captured by bandits must not be leaked.

The rebel army of Xiongfeng Mountain would arrive soon, and all the more than two thousand catchers, servants, and even the people of the city would probably be taken out and buried.

This matter needed to be carefully considered.

...

Xin Zhuo fell asleep. Yes, he stared blankly until midnight and then fell asleep in a daze.

Su Miaojin couldn't sleep, not a bit sleepy. Her tears had almost dried up, and she slowly regained some sanity.

Xin Zhuo didn't touch her, narrowly escaping a disaster.

But...even if he escaped, the matter of sharing a bed had already happened. The Book of Women's Virtue says that a good woman should not serve two husbands...

What should I do?

She quietly turned her head and saw Xin Zhuo facing her, already asleep, emitting a slight snoring sound. His long eyelashes, fair complexion, and attractive dimples made him look like a handsome young man.

He was clean, even his breath carried a hint of the fragrance of True Qi after washing the marrow.

If only this clean young man wasn't so shrewd and fierce during the day!

To be honest, she didn't dislike Xin Zhuo. Her unseen fiancé seemed to be around the same age as Xin Zhuo. If only her fiancé was like Xin Zhuo...

Why am I thinking about these things?

Her face blushed slightly, she turned to the side, closed her eyes to sleep, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what. She felt something under her pillow and instinctively took it out.

"The Strange Scholar in the Ancient Temple?"

Under the dim light, she read two pages. At first, it was fine, telling a touching love story. She didn't expect that even someone like Xin Zhuo, a bandit king, would believe in love.

Turning to the next page,

Her beautiful eyes suddenly widened, her face turned as red as a persimmon, and she quickly closed her eyes and hid the book.

After a while, curiosity got the better of her and she picked it up again to continue reading.

So embarrassing!

Don't these women have any sense of propriety? Why would they do such things? Don't they have husbands?

I can't continue reading!

Tossing and turning, she fell asleep without realizing it.

...

Xin Zhuo had a nightmare, dreaming of a strange person in full armor, holding a Gatling gun, continuously shooting at him. He was injured and dying. The person walked up to him, took out a hairdryer, and blew it at his face.

He abruptly opened his eyes and found another face in front of him, handsome and fair, with slightly swollen eyelids from sleeping.

Her nose was touching his nose, and her breath sprayed all over his face.

A pair of delicate hands grabbed his collar. What's going on?

Just then, Su Miaojin woke up with a soft sound.

Their eyes met, and with an "ah," they both got up and moved away.

"It's not my fault, I didn't move. You turned over and pressed against me first, isn't that the reason?"

Xin Zhuo explained seriously and earnestly.

Su Miaojin lowered her head and hurriedly patted her body, feeling no difference. She tightly grasped the blanket, unable to explain the feeling in her heart.

Sad? Damn it!

Xin Zhuo sighed, got up, dressed and put on his shoes, quickly walked to the window to look outside. Fortunately, those guys didn't peek.

At this time, Han Jiulang was cooking potato breakfast. Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang were not around, presumably guarding the mountain below.

It was Huang Dagui and Bai Jianxi who looked like experienced people, teaching Mu Rongxiu something.

Perhaps feeling inappropriate to be in a daze, Mu Rongxiu, who had returned to his elegant and handsome appearance, not only did not dislike the bandit stronghold, but instead showed great interest: "Ah! So that's how it is, wonderful, very good, stimulating, my two brothers..."

Breakfast was just potatoes. After finishing the dried fruits, the potatoes were the limited ones grown by Bai Jianxi, which were larger than bird eggs.

Xin Zhuo remembered that the good teacher might snipe him, so he ate with Su Miaojin. Su Miaojin wanted to refuse, but she couldn't help it, and her stomach was also very hungry.

Huang Dagui, Mu Rongxiu, and the others had strange expressions, constantly glancing around, not knowing what dirty things they had talked about early in the morning.

Xin Zhuo still had the Lunar Serenity Well ceremony in mind and asked, "Mu Rong, I plan to let them continue to come up and talk to me, remove the torture on Miss Su. Do you think the chances of success are high?"

Negotiating the removal of torture was not something that could withstand scrutiny. If those below came up with another plan, he and his people would be in a dangerous and unstable state.

Talking about serious matters, Mu Rongxiu put down his chopsticks and thought seriously, "I hope the chances won't be too high. They can't quite figure out the thoughts of the head of the family, and it feels a bit inexplicable. Now they only hope to strike a fatal blow to the head of the family."

"They are unwilling to submit, are they not afraid that I will really harm Miss Su?" Xin Zhuo glanced at Su Miaojin, who was observing her breath and thoughts.

"They are probably starting to understand!" Mu Rongxiu said, "It has been several days. If Miss Su's body is tainted, it is tainted. And if you really wanted to kill Miss Su, you probably wouldn't have waited so many days!"

They guessed that you are a smart person and wouldn't easily give up Miss Su as a bargaining chip, so they are not too anxious.

And, even if the good teacher's sneak attack doesn't kill you, it doesn't matter. We were the first group of people to rush here in the capital, and there are still experts coming one after another!"

Xin Zhuo frowned and asked, "How high is the highest person in the capital realm?"

Mu Rongxiu held up two fingers, "Sixth rank. There are plenty of ninth and eighth rank practitioners in the capital, but the seventh rank is a watershed for practitioners. It requires opening up six unfamiliar meridians such as Jin, Gen, Shu, Ji, etc., achieving True Qi outward release, and greatly increasing combat power. So, there are very few above the seventh rank, and the fifth rank is even more difficult, none exist!"

Sixth rank...

Xin Zhuo pondered for a moment. How many times the quantity of seventh rank and seventh rank sacrificial spirits would that be?

Just then, a burst of harsh cursing came from below the peak.

(End of this chapter)