Chapter 7: (7) The Woman in the Red Dress

“My King, that girl’s background is unknown. Isn’t it a bit inappropriate to bring her back so rashly? If she is a spy, then you would be in danger, my King.” Just as Leng Lingxue put on the clothes Ye Luoxuan had prepared for her, which were placed at the head of the bed, and walked out of the room into the garden, she heard these words.

The person speaking was a woman with a fiery figure, dressed in a bewitching red peony dress. Her long, ink-black hair was styled into a high bun, secured by a butterfly-shaped hair ornament, with strands of hair falling gracefully over her chest, giving her an indescribable charm. However, the fragile look in the woman’s eyes and the flash of resentment hidden deep within them made Leng Lingxue frown, feeling a strong sense of aversion.

Ye Luoxuan was sitting on a stone stool in front of a stone table. He had changed his clothes, but he was still wearing a black robe. This time, however, the collar, cuffs, and hem of the robe were not embroidered with bewitching spider lilies, but with winding, lifelike, and imposing golden dragons.

Under such a robe, his unparalleled dominance was even more accentuated.

“My King~” After receiving no answer from Ye Luoxuan for a long time, the woman couldn't help but act coquettishly as she stepped closer. Just as she was about to touch the hem of Ye Luoxuan’s robe, a powerful aura instantly erupted from Ye Luoxuan’s hand. It struck the woman from a distance, sending her flying through the air until she crashed heavily to the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

In an instant, a look of terror appeared in the woman’s eyes.

How could she have forgotten that the King never allowed anyone to get close to him? Even though the King indulged her, he had never let her get near him, let alone hold her or possess her. If the King could just hold her once, she would be content even if she died. Yet, she, Zimei, had stayed by the King’s side for so many years, only to be outdone by a wild girl the King had picked up.

That wild girl had not only been held in the King’s arms but had also been personally carried back to his room by the King. And the King’s room had always been strictly off-limits to everyone. How could this not make her jealous? How could this not make her resentful? Even if the other party was just a seven or eight-year-old child, she would not allow anyone to get close to her King. The King could only belong to her; he could only be her King alone.

“My decisions are not for you to question.” A sharp, bloodthirsty gaze enveloped Zimei, causing her blood to churn once more. If Ye Luoxuan hadn’t held back just now, Zimei would already be a cold corpse.

“My King……” Zimei looked at Ye Luoxuan in terror, opening her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Just then, Meihuan suddenly appeared beside Zimei and knelt on one knee.

“My King, I beg you to spare Zimei this once. Your subordinate is willing to accept the punishment on her behalf.” There were no excessive words, no pleading expressions; there was only coldness and indifference. Yet, Leng Lingxue caught a fleeting, unusual glint in his eyes.

“Go and receive your punishment yourself, but there will never be a next time.” After sweeping his bloodthirsty, icy gaze over both Zimei and Meihuan, Ye Luoxuan’s cold, stern voice slowly rang out.

“Yes.” Meihuan acknowledged, pulled the trembling Zimei up, and vanished from the garden in an instant.

“Have you seen enough?” Following the disappearance of Meihuan and Zimei, Ye Luoxuan picked up the teacup on the table, took a light sip, and spoke slowly. Leng Lingxue, who had been partially hidden behind the flower bushes, shook her head helplessly and walked out. She had been discovered just like that? It seemed she would have to pick up the pace and restore her strength to what it was in her past life.