CH 7

Elevated to the rank of a steward for the Princess…

Yan Xiaobai froze in place before a fiery light emerged from his black eyes.Her Highness took note of him and thought highly of him; she really did change.

As long as I can stay by her side, everything is fine.

Yan Xiaobai’s dry mouth slowly curved up as blood spilled out of the corners as it moved.

Situ turned around and looked back, her eyes focused on the red that was spewing from his lips, “What’s the matter? You were fine just now, so why did you vomit blood again?”

That whip probably did hurt his internal organs. Situ stepped forward and took out her silk handkerchief to wipe the blood for him, but her movements were unbelievably gentle and soft.

As a dignified Goddess of War in the Realm of the Gods, these hands were either holding onto halberds or spears; when have they ever been this caring?

[Beep! The villain’s blackening value drops by 5 points]

The silk brocade handkerchief was stained with a few blotches of red, which made the design rather dazzling and eye-catching.

Situ couldn’t see through the boy in front of him as she was surprised that just an act of kindness could reduce the blackening value.

Was this the kind of basic quality that a villain should have?

[Congratulations to the Host in  mastering the essence of saving the yandere villain]

The system almost cried with joy knowing that this villain only needed coaxing and praise to conquer. Furthermore, this matter could only be done by the host because no one else had the qualifications.

Situ was just about to send someone to the palace to get an imperial doctor when the palm of her hand was held, “I’m not vomiting blood, so don’t worry Your Highness.”

Following his mind’s intentions, Yan Xiaobai held her pair of fair hands as his black eyes shone brightly.

It turned out that Her Highness’s hand was so delicate. They were as soft as a spring water, overflowing in his heart.

The others stood around with their heads lowered because no one dared to make a sound.

The little slave committed many crimes, but Her Highness was not angry at him.

Today was truly odd.

Situ stabilised her mind and turned her eyes to her clasped hands.

[System, he’s clinging onto me, can I hit him?]

System,”…”

[Beep! The villain’s blackening value drops by 5 points]

Looks like I can’t. Sigh, for the blackening values, I’ll just hold on. A mere contact between hands is nothing, it’s not like I’m losing it forever.

The two were very close and their gestures were as intimate as a fairy couple.

However, when this scene fell in Si Yan’s eyes, things got messier.

Approaching with a crown on his head and hanging pearls and jade clinging on each side of his ears, it made him look even more noble.

The man walked in a hurry and his face was soon frowning, “Why didn’t you tell me that you were sick, Ah Tu? The Palace is…”

Before he could finish speaking, Si Yan pointed at the two of them, stunned.

His little sister was getting brave to the point where she dared to prostitute in the daytime? What should he do about the man that he had just personally selected in the morning court?

Naturally withdrawing her palm, Situ straightened out the folds of her costume.

This guy is really strong; he’s not even trying to let go.

“Why did the Emperor suddenly have the time to come to this Princess’s residence?”

In the past, the original owner would usually go to the palace to find him, which was why it was rare for Si Yan to come in person.

Glancing at the thin boy, Si Yan let out a long snort, “Ah Tu, your taste has changed a lot recently. Can this also catch your eye?”

With how thin and small Yan Xiaobai was, how could he protect my little sister?

As for Yan Xiaobai, he didn’t want to see Si Yan at all. 

Well, I am born as a slave. I was never meant to be in the Princess’s Palace.

[Beep! The villain’s blackening value increases by 5 points]

Hiss, boy, your thoughts are dangerous.

Situ calmly blocked Si Yan’s line of sight and pulled him away. If she let him continue, all of her efforts would be for nothing.

Situ turned around, not noticing the look in the man’s eyes.

It was dark and gloomy, mixed with a strong sense of possessiveness. To be fair, he looked like a wolf that was clouded in desperate despair.

Si Yan was right— how could a lowly slave like him be worthy of residing in the Princess’s Palace?

But it was this humble slave who wanted to own the sun desperately. Even if he was burned to ashes, he wanted to get close.

He wanted to fly into the flames at any cost.