Translated by Sylver (ko-fi)
Extra 5.2 If (Part 1.2)
The one-sided abuse lasted for a while. In the end, the person's body trembled a few times and suddenly collapsed. It was unclear whether he had fainted or something, and he stopped moving.
At some point, the Jiuzhong Palace Master's face had become extremely ugly.
A bloody smell rushed up his throat, choking him and making him want to kill. He felt absurd and nauseous, as if his internal organs were resisting the scene before him.
He hadn't been to the Side Hall for a long time, but he didn't understand how Mo Ren could willingly fall to this point.
Even if a sword was broken, it was still the sword he had worn. Even if a traitor was demoted, it was still someone who had served him. They should not be trampled in the mud and played with by such dirty people.
He wanted to go in and break the necks and smash the brains of those who were laughing wildly inside. Before he could take a step, he began to nervously suspect whether Mo Ren was doing this intentionally. Intentionally torturing him, disgusting him. Or maybe he was trying to deceive him into feeling soft-hearted and to let him return to the main hall. This traitor, this audacious thing…
Chu Yan was trapped in a daze of thoughts, as if he had just awakened from a dream. When he came to his senses, the cold and silent night had already arrived, and the crowd in the thatched cottage had long since dispersed.
He walked in absent-mindedly, even stumbling at the threshold. He stood in front of the person, but remained silent for a long time.
Finally, Chu Yan kicked the dilapidated body with the tip of his shoe and hoarsely said, "Get up."
The body did not move.
Chu Yan kicked him again, turned him over, and found that it was the person he had been thinking of. Mo Ren had passed out, and there was almost no movement in his chest. His messy black hair covered his face, revealing a thin and white chin and cracked lips.
It shouldn't be like this.
Chu Yan thought blankly, suddenly a sharp pain like a needle pierced his nerves.
The palace master suddenly grabbed the pillar next to him, his headache causing him to dry heave twice. He breathed heavily, his bloodshot eyes staring at the person on the ground, and his convulsing fingers were pricked by the wooden thorns, causing them to bleed.
It shouldn't be... it shouldn't be…
Chu Yan's eyes went blank, and he suddenly grabbed the gray-clad slave's collar, saying coldly, "Wake up, get up."
The unconscious person was unaware and unable to respond to his command. He was lifted up in the air, and his limbs hung down weakly, swaying slightly in the rough movements.
With his other hand, Chu Yan pushed aside Mo Ren's dry and scattered black hair, revealing a sickly face. This person was running a high fever, with abnormal redness on both cheeks. His eyes were closed, his thin lips were struggling to open, but he was too weak to breathe in much air.
The snow outside was getting heavier, and it would undoubtedly be bitterly cold at night.
If he didn't do anything, he didn't know if he could make it until sunrise.
The Jiuzhong Palace Master's Adam's apple rolled twice, his eyes turning red, and his breathing becoming increasingly heavy, as if he was struggling with something invisible.
"Waste, traitor," he gritted his teeth and cursed hoarsely, "disobedient thing..."
After a while, the Jiuzhong Palace Master suddenly released the strength in his arms.
The unconscious slave fell into the palace master's arms like a pile of mud, and Chu Yan closed his eyes and hugged him obediently.
❤️ If you like this novel, please consider turning off adblock. ❤️
The money generated from ads is used to support the translators and this site! Thank you in advance~
Pure
Just a average girl who wants to share the joy of Chinese web novels to the English reading community!
Here’s my my bio page