Chapter 47 I Love Glamorous Sluts

Yet, right at this crucial moment, Li Wenxuan fainted from the excruciating pain...

"Oh? Do you still look at this son as your son?" The Emperor's voice was laden with bitter mockery.

"Your Majesty, even a fierce tiger will not devour its cubs. I truly never intended to take this boy's life..."

"Stop right there. When you charged in to strike, you were harsher than anyone else. Weren't a good number of the bones in this boy's body broken?"

The Emperor was directly amused by Li Hu. What on earth were you pretending for in front of me?

Li Hu grievance-ladenly said, "Firstly, had he known that the one coming to rescue him was me, he would have slit his own throat on the spot rather than leave with me. Secondly, matters having reached this point, I also felt too ashamed to face him."

"Enough of that. Having instantly shifted from the Cui family's side to become my direct subordinate, your heart must be blooming with joy right now, isn't it?"

The Emperor unmercifully punctured Li Hu's hypocritical facade.

Li Hu let out a dry laugh, "This subject's heart has always belonged to Your Majesty... Only, Your Majesty, what is to be done about the Cui family now?"

"The two Cui daughters have borne you two sons. If I were to order you to strangle her in the middle of the night to prove your loyalty, I would truly become a tyrant."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your understanding. This subject feels deeply ashamed!" Li Hu kowtowed and said.

The Emperor's expression suddenly turned cold, "As the saying goes, love me, love my dog. Even if Li Wenxuan is a dog raised by me, only I have the right to beat him."

"If the Cui family wanted to touch him today and simply did so, then tomorrow, won't they feel that my occupying this throne is an eyesore and shove me down as well?"

Li Hu was already bathed in a cold sweat of fright, and immediately said, "This subject is willing to conceal his identity and gather intelligence on the Cui family for Your Majesty!"

The Emperor widened his eyes and stared at Li Hu, as if unable to believe what this fellow had just uttered.

You, a dignified General Suppressing the West... Can't you—dammit—show a little bit of courage?

Damn your mother!

The Emperor cursed him as a spineless coward countless times in his heart.

When you were wielding a blade to hack people down, you didn't look this hesitant and cowering!

The mere thought that he was about to become in-laws with such a person...

The Emperor felt such a wave of revulsion in his heart that it was practically like swallowing a dead rat.

Pui!

Disgusting!

"Fine then, I'm taking him away."

The Emperor dropped the carriage curtain, refusing to look at this flip-flopping dog any longer.

Suddenly thinking of something, he still revealed a scrap of news to Li Hu: "Li Wenxuan died tonight."

Li Hu was stunned, raising his head to look at the carriage, only to hear the Emperor say, "But Li Biao has survived."

"This subject thanks Your Majesty for your boundless grace!"

Recovering his wits, Li Hu pressed his forehead hard against the snow-covered ground, executing a profound bow.

Only when his brow was beginning to ache from the piercing cold snow did he slowly raise his head and reach out to brush away the ice and snow clinging to his forehead.

The finest imperial physicians departed the Jiang family's courtyard at the break of dawn.

The broken bones of Li Wenxuan on the bed had already been reset to their proper positions.

The sword and blade wounds on his body had all been treated with the highest-grade healing ointments in the world.

Upon waking, he caught sight of a brand-new three-chi official saber on the table, along with a set of brand-new inner armor.

Li Wenxuan fell silent for a moment. It wasn't that he wasn't in pain, but as a martial artist, he had long grown accustomed to all manner of physical suffering.

Did the Eunuch Director send these back to me?

To this day, he still believed that the Emperor was the Eunuch Director, and Li Jinzhong was the Deputy Eunuch Director.

Charcoal had been burned in the room, making the entire chamber comfortably warm.

A small crack was deliberately left in the window, through which the blinding, dazzling white snow outside could be seen.

This helped dissipate some of the lingering smell of blood and foul medicine in the air.

Still, having done a kindness, one should carry it through to the end.

Since they had gone to such great lengths to save his life, why couldn't they have hired a dedicated person to look after him?

Director, oh Director, you certainly know how to make a joke.

"Clang—"

A soft pipa melody suddenly drifted into his ears.

Li Wenxuan widened his eyes and looked past the screen.

A blind girl?

Right!

Her name was... Sira?

Softly, stroke softly?

Eh?

Li Wenxuan coughed lightly, recalling what he had said the previous night.

He truly did have a fondness for glamorous and seductive minxes...

Yet, at that time...

Oh well, simply remaining alive was already a supreme blessing.

The pipa music ceased, and the sound of Sira's footsteps approached.

The imperial physician had wrapped a very thick layer of medicinal bandages around Li Wenxuan's neck, leaving him capable of doing nothing besides moving his eyes.

"Yesterday, what you said might not have come from the bottom of your heart. I am asking you once more now, are you truly still willing to marry me?"

Princess Sira asked with a soft sigh.

Li Wenxuan's throat moved a few times, his tongue pressing against his teeth: "I never expected to survive, but everything I said was true. It's just that I need to make a few things clear to the young lady..."

"As long as you haven't gone back on your word, even if you are crippled now, I accept it." Princess Sira's tone carried an unmistakable hint of joy.

Li Wenxuan said, "I am a disciplinary hundred-household officer of the Eastern Depot, and disciplinary hundred-household officers have always died the fastest. This... this isn't to scare the young lady; my colleagues told me so."

"So, while I would be delighted to marry the young lady, I am always afraid that I might implicate you into becoming a widow."

Princess Sira genuinely had no idea that a disciplinary hundred-household officer's lot was like this.

"Wouldn't it be fine to just change your official rank?" Princess Sira said quite casually. A mere hundred-household officer—to her, it was nothing more than a sesame-seed-sized petty post.

Li Wenxuan gave a bitter smile, "Young lady, you make it sound too simple. How can one just change their official rank whenever they please?"

"Besides, that I am able to live through this is entirely due to the Director's full effort to protect me. If I were to ask for a change in official rank at a time like this, it would truly be failing the Director's cultivation of me."

"I can hear it now; you are refusing me in a roundabout way, aren't you?"

Princess Sira seated herself on a chair, unable to see what state Li Wenxuan was in.

Yet she found it very strange. The man had claimed he liked pretty, glamorous, and seductive minxes...

She considered herself not lacking in appearance—she had only deliberately made herself look ugly with makeup beforehand, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to slip out of the imperial palace.

Yet by now, the man should have already seen her true face.

Though Princess Sira could not see her own countenance, she trusted that the people in the palace would not dare to deceive her.

In particular, she had once secretly overheard her Imperial Father and Eunuch Li exclaiming with a sigh: If not for my daughter being blind, how could I bear to let the sons and grandsons of those noble dukes and ministers pick and choose her as if she were mere merchandise?

After a moment, her Imperial Father had added that she looked just like her mother, and had she not been blind, she would have become the peerless reigning beauty of the new generation in the Wu Kingdom.

Princess Sira had no idea what the reigning beauty of the Wu Kingdom ought to look like, nor had she ever seen what her own mother looked like.

However, to be praised so lavishly for her looks by her Imperial Father—even if she wasn't truly, indisputably the number one beauty of the Wu Kingdom—she ought to be considerably more attractive than the vast majority of women.

Then he—he was definitely not someone so vulgar as to care purely for a woman's appearance.

"You said last night that all women under the sky look the same once the lights are turned off, which shows you do not place excessive value on a woman's looks. Then let me ask you, what do you think is most important in a woman?"

Li Wenxuan thought of a meme: "Fundamentally speaking, the brothers all want a girl with a larger chest..."

Princess Sira touched her own chest, thinking to herself that it was passable, only to hear Li Wenxuan continue: "But in my view, what is most important in a person is their soul."

"The soul!"

Princess Sira stood up and groped her way to the bedside.

Because of her impaired vision,

this time, Li Wenxuan finally saw Princess Sira's true appearance clearly.

He secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, excitedly thinking in his heart: To hell with the soul, I want this gorgeous skin-bag!

This young lady had suddenly turned out to be so stunningly beautiful, evidently because she was blind. If she hadn't made herself look extremely ugly before going out to perform arts for a living, it certainly would have been immensely perilous, and she definitely wouldn't have fallen into his lap...

Princess Sira supported herself by the edge of the bed and sat down, turning her head to "look" at Li Wenxuan. The plain white pearl earrings dangling below her earlobes swayed gently as she wore an expression of utmost conviction and slowly said:

"You truly are a gentleman of honor."