Sweet Desire! The Cold Lord God, Who Can Tease, Coax, and Act Coquettish. - Chap 1583

Ji Linyuan was unable to react to the old king’s words. It took him a long while to suppress his excitement and he said, “Thank you, father!”

“Ouch, don’t yell like that, I need to slow down.”

The old king pinched his brows as soon as he left the yard. As expected, hearing the word “father” shouted out by the wolf cub gave him a headache.

He had kept Jinjin by his side and raised her personally. He felt that marrying her home was a bargain for her, but now… she had been taken back to her den by the big bad wolf (p_q).

The old king sighed deeply, feeling extremely sad.

The personal eunuch Zhen Hui raised the gift box in his hand and asked carefully: “Lord, are you still giving this gift?”

“I’ve already given my son away, why else would you give him away?!” The old Lord Wang was furious, and he pounded the ground with his walking stick: “Go back! To the palace!”

“yes.”

After returning to the palace, the old prince always felt that his bedroom was stuffy, so he went for a walk in the imperial garden. When he walked to the vegetable garden he planted, he stared at a piece of loose soil in the cabbage field and became angry again.

“Just look at it, the cabbages that were raised alone were all eaten by pigs!”

Zhen Hui looked at the vegetable garden and suggested, “These are probably… made by moles, right? I heard that the trained war wolves brought back from the grassland are also very good at hunting. Why not bring one back and…”

Then, he met the old Lord King’s warning gaze.

Zhen Hui was stunned for a moment, then pretended to slap herself: “It was my fault. Those wolves are not good wolves.”

“Hmph.” The old king snorted coldly and walked away from the vegetable garden.

… …

On the other side, Zheng Sixuan brought enough medicine for wounds and entered the inn where Ji Ying was resting in the name of “Young Master’s Guard”.

Ji Ying was lying alone in a room. His wounds were not treated in time and he had a high fever. He leaned on the couch lifelessly and wanted to spit out some water.

But he obviously had no strength and knocked over the teacup. Zheng Sixuan’s eyes turned red. He closed the door in a hurry, walked forward to pour the water and handed it to Ji Ying.

Ji Ying drank enough water before he looked at the people around him: “Xiao Xuanzi, why… are you here?”

Zheng Sixuan bowed his head and said, “When I was seven years old, my village was robbed by foreigners. It was my master who passed by and saved me. I swore that I would protect my master with my life.”

“Alas.” Ji Ying sighed: “That was so many years ago. How could I have allowed you to take such a risk for me?”

Zheng Sixuan was treating his wounds, feeling very upset. They hadn’t seen each other for many years, and he felt it was a luxury to hear him say a word again.

After a long while, he finally said in a muffled voice: “This is what my subordinates should do.”

After he said this, Ji Ying stopped talking. After the wound was bandaged again, he subconsciously held Zheng Sixuan’s hand.

His knuckles were cold, but Zheng Sixuan felt as if he was burned by something. He shuddered all over and tried his best to keep his voice from sounding choked: “My hands are covered in blood and I haven’t washed them yet, Master…”

“Xiao Xuanzi, when did you and I become so estranged?” Ji Ying ignored the blood and gently stroked Zheng Sixuan’s hand, taking him to recall the past: “We were still doing well for a while before… weren’t we?”

It was better. That day, Ji Ying got drunk and mistook Zheng Sixuan for a substitute for a certain woman. Since then, things were better for a while.

But Ji Ying didn’t like men, so when the woman came back, he said to her, “I feel sick just by looking at you, get as far away as you can.”

The person he once thought was the light of salvation, the person he had secretly loved for many years, completely despised him. Zheng Sixuan didn’t know how to deal with it, so he took the initiative to request to come to Miaojiang to be a spy.

At least here, I am working for Ji Ying, and at least I can have some unrealistic fantasies.

Over the years, Zheng Sixuan had never thought that Ji Ying would still hold his hand and talk to him like this.

“Xiao Xuanzi, if we can escape this time, come back with me.” Ji Ying is very good at capturing people’s hearts. He stared into Zheng Sixuan’s eyes and knew that he was wavering.

If you are still as stupid as you were four years ago, then that’s easy to deal with.

Ji Ying’s eyes were filled with affection, and he held Zheng Sixuan’s hand tightly: “Xiao Xuanzi, kill You Sijin and come back to Zhongyuan with me, okay?”

“I kind of… missed you.”