Tyrant Be Good, I'll Love You

"Jing …" The pain from his neck and the fear in his heart caused Shen Shuzhi to lose all heat in her body. One of her hands covered her neck, while a look of horror appeared on her face as she leaned into his embrace.

"It's okay, you know, it's okay!" Qi Mujing hugged her tightly. His black eyes were deep like an ancient well as he looked pitifully at her bloody neck.

As for the hand that was holding onto her body, it was holding onto a silver needle!

If he hadn't reacted in time and stopped the pair of silver needles that shot into her neck, the result would have been … Unimaginable!

He subconsciously tightened his grip on the woman's arm, and without any emotion in his eyes, he shouted at Shen Zhi Qiao, "Shen Zhi Qiao, you are hopeless!"

The silver needle was inserted into her shoulder blade. It wasn't too deep, but why did she have this misconception that the needle had already sunk deep into her bone marrow? Otherwise, why would her entire body feel pain?

Shen Zhi Qiao's gaze was dull as she stared at the needle on her shoulder. Suddenly, she laughed lightly and turned her head. She looked at the two people who were hugging on the side of the bed.

The corner of her mouth slowly tightened. She abruptly pulled out the silver needle and viciously threw it on the ground.

She was no longer able to tear anything apart, no longer able to investigate everything that had happened that night.

She lost! She, Shen Zhiqiao, had lost!

At this moment, she finally realized how stupid and ignorant she was.

When she met him, she thought it was heaven's blessing.

She took it for granted that he doted on her.

But in fact, from beginning to end, she was just a pathetic substitute.

Shen Zhi Qiao, if you still have a little bit of self-respect, raise your head and leave!

She thought it would be hard to leave him until she turned around and smiled.

Clenching her hands tightly, she had originally been determined to leave him, but it was much easier than she had imagined!

As if she had discovered something extremely joyful and joyful, she actually laughed out loud all of a sudden. The more she laughed, the louder her laughter became and the faster her footsteps became.

Qi Mujing furrowed his brows as he looked at her back, then his ears were filled with her deep and hoarse laughter. His heart ached as he called out lightly, "Shen Zhiqiao …"

Shen Zhi Qiao's footsteps paused, and the laughter disappeared from her throat. She stood up straight, and ridiculed, "What? "Master Hou thinks that it's not enough to have a go on the bed, so you want to play 3P?"

Although he didn't understand her frequent "crazy talk", when he heard her speak to him in a cold and sarcastic tone, he suddenly felt a dull pain in his chest, but at the same time, he became furious.

The corner of Qi Mujing's mouth sank as he coldly said, "As the mistress of the house of the Marquis, you are the one who should set the example. Now that you are at fault, I will punish you by making you kneel in front of the buddhist lord's hall. You are not allowed to get up without my permission!"

Shen Zhi Qiao bit his lip and harrumphed in his heart.

Kneeling? What creativity!

You want to kneel? Yes!

Narrowing her eyes, she lifted up the hem of her skirt, stepped over the railing outside, and kneeled in front of the door with a "dong" sound.

His eyes were bright as he looked at him, "If you want to punish me, you can only think that I killed someone. But now, I am kneeling in front of their door, in front of their dead body.

"…" The veins on Qi Mujing's neck throbbed, and he glared at her with extreme anger!

At this moment, Uncle Tie, wrapped in a gust of cold wind, quickly walked in. When he saw Shen Zhiqiao kneeling in front of the door, astonishment flashed across his face.

However, he still remembered the severity of the situation. Therefore, he held the steaming soup in his hand and said to Mu Mujing, "The antidote for the love affair has already been concocted. Give it to Miss Shen to drink while it's still hot."

Qi Mujing pursed his lips and looked at the medicine bowl in Uncle Tie's hands, then turned his gaze to Shen Zhi Qiao who was kneeling on the ground with his back straight. His black eyes half narrowed as he said, "No need." Uncle Tie, you go down first! "

"This …" Inwardly guessing his intentions, Uncle Tie glanced at Shen Zhi Qiao, who was at the side, and was a little hesitant.

"This marquis will continue!" Qi Mujing growled.

Uncle Tie frowned. After a long while, he looked at him and said, "Master Hou, it's windy at night and it's snowing. Madam's health has always been bad, how about …"

"Uncle Tie, I've respected you for dozens of years in the house of the Marquis. That's why I always treat you with respect, but this doesn't mean that you can disobey me!" Qi Mujing warned with a face full of displeasure.

He knew that continuing would be futile. Uncle Tie let out a light sigh, and after taking one last look at Shen Zhi Qiao who was kneeling like a wooden figure, he turned around and left.

After Uncle Tie left, Qi Mujing looked at Shen Zhi Qiao. At this moment, she carried a stubbornness and pride that he was unfamiliar with, but she had also easily aroused the fury in his heart.

As if wanting to destroy her determination, he suddenly stretched out his hand, and a gust of wind from his palm shot out.

The next moment, the door slammed shut from the inside.

The remaining wind force hit Shen Zhiqiao's face, causing her hair to fly in the air, but she just stared at the door without blinking. However, her cold eyes extinguished the moment he closed the door!

Shen Zhi Qiao's eyes drooped down and his body began to tremble. Here, someone had just died. That scene appeared in his mind again and again.

It was eerily quiet in the Hou Mansion during the winter night, and suddenly the moaning of a woman could be heard in the room as if she had come from underground.

Her hands were clasped tightly at her sides, and her teeth were chattering as if she was extremely afraid. However, she still held on tenaciously, listening to it over and over again.

There were more and more people around him, and the noise was getting louder and louder.

Shen Zhi Qiao raised his gaze, his eyebrows twitching slightly.

At that moment, with a creak, the door opened from the inside, and all the sounds around it disappeared.

Qi Mujing, dressed in a snow-white robe, appeared inside the door as if he was a fairy.

Perhaps he hadn't expected the courtyard to be filled with people, or perhaps he was shocked by the sight of Shen Zhiqiao, who was still kneeling with his back straight.

His black eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed as he looked around the courtyard. When he saw Duan Qi Feng, who rarely showed himself in the early morning, his sister-in-law, and his nephew, his handsome forehead slightly congealed as he turned to look at Qi Muyun and Qi Muzhu who were standing together with him.

Just as he was about to ask, the person kneeling before him slowly stood up with a hand on his knees.