Chapter 9 — Truc Ma planned to make me his concubine, I became someone he had to kneel and worship

I always thought that I was easily controlled by him because of the difference in strength between men and women, plus when they were in love, their whole body was weak and had no strength left. Now I discovered... This guy single-handedly took on five strong men and still had the upper hand. Trieu Van Dinh was beaten to death. I was afraid of a murder so I quickly pulled Mo Lam An back. He was like a mad buffalo, angrily breathing heavily through his nostrils. …It's also quite adorable. Although Trieu Van Dinh had become a dead dog, when he saw me, his eyes lit up and he tried to struggle one last time:

“Quan Lan, it's really you!”

The intonation is endlessly nostalgic, carrying deep nostalgia. He tried his best to force a smile, and with difficulty raised his hand towards me. Because he was too excited, he coughed violently:

“Quan Lan, I finally found you.”

Mo Lam An directly stepped on his outstretched arm:

“Find your mother!”

He's already learned his grandmother's catchphrase. A few Trieu Van Dinh people screamed in pain and cried to report to the authorities, but Mo Lam An just waved his sleeve and someone came to handle the consequences. In the carriage, after an eerie silence, he and I spoke at the same time.

"You heard it just now, right? I fell into the water, and he saved me. At that time, many people saw it with their own eyes."

"He did a favor to save your life, so does that mean... do you still love him, still miss him?"

Before my mind could clearly hear the question, my mouth automatically answered:

“Love the devil!”

I also learned my grandmother's catchphrase. Huddled under the blanket, the two of us were finally able to explain everything clearly. After hearing all the grievances between me and Trieu Van Dinh, Mo Lam An breathed a long sigh of relief.

"You don't know, the second day after I returned to the capital, I received a letter. In the letter, it was written about Trieu Van Dinh and you being childhood friends, and also about him saving you from the water."

“At that time, I was really scared to death, my childhood friend also had a life-saving grace…”

He jumped up and sat up, pulling the blanket with him which he also threw up.

"At that time, she even wrote a letter of separation. I thought she and he had reconnected with their old love, still unable to end their feelings. At that time, her husband's heart was so painful that he could no longer stand up straight!"

He was extremely excited, the blanket was filled with heat emanating from his body. But when he said this, his eyes suddenly sparkled and he let out an innocent "clown" laugh:

"I didn't expect him to be such a scum. He's not worthy of competing with me at all. Ha ha! Rest assured, rest assured."

I pulled the blanket back to cover myself:

“Your Majesty and the Queen Mother… will…”

He rubbed his face thickly:

"At worst, break off the relationship. Just because of such a small thing, judging a woman's good or bad, considering reputation more important than human life, that type of person is not worthy of being my mother, nor is she worthy of being my elder brother."

He forced me to retreat to the innermost part of the bed, my back was against the wall, I reached out to push him:

“This is my house, please bear with it for a moment.”

He pulled open the outer layer, revealing the thin layer of tissue inside. The layer of robe was so thin that it was almost transparent, loosely draped over his body, vaguely revealing his firm white chest and slim, powerful waist.

“This is the outfit I intentionally found it on Luc alley. Can you stand it, Trieu Quan Lan? I know how to do things better than those foxes in Luc Lane."

He grabbed my hand and gently scratched my palm. It was as if I had been hit by a bolt of lightning. I was both surprised and happy as I looked at him:

“Oh ho, I can't stand it.”

The fabric layer was torn into pieces. After midnight, I had to pay the price for my words. I cry so much that I beg for forgiveness:

“I can endure it… Mo Lam An, I can endure it…”

But no matter what Mo Lam An said, he refused to stop. He panted softly, his hot breath blowing close to my ear, his voice was low like a devil seducing people's hearts:

“If you can endure it, just endure it. Trieu Quan Lan, this is your punishment for daring to mention separation, you must bear it."

Before the Queen Mother's banquet began, Mo Lam An said he wanted to take me for a walk where he grew up.