In the end, Mu Wanwan still couldn’t bring herself to monopolise the entire bowl of congee. Holding the spoon, she walked to the bedside, scooped up a spoonful of plain congee, and tentatively tried to feed it into the tyrant’s mouth.
But his lips were tightly pressed together because of the pain. Mu Wanwan tried several times, but she still couldn’t get any in.
After thinking for a moment, she said softly, “Pardon the offence.”
Then, with one hand, she forcefully pinched a certain dragon’s jaw, making him open his mouth, and fed him the cooled congee.
Perhaps he had been starving for too long. Although he was seriously injured and disabled, the tyrant’s body still instinctively yearned for food. After the congee was poured in, Mu Wanwan saw him swallow it by instinct.
A trace of joy appeared in her expression. If he could swallow on his own, it really saved her a lot of trouble.
However, perhaps because she had accidentally fed him a little too quickly just now, some of the liquid trailed down from the corner of his lips, glistening faintly. It was… strangely awkward.
Mu Wanwan’s face turned a little red. Like someone trying to cover her ears while stealing a bell, she reached out and wiped away the water at the corner of his mouth.
She was just about to feed him the remaining half bowl of congee when Fuliu’s unfriendly voice sounded from outside the door.
“Madam, are you not done yet?”
Mu Wanwan thought for a moment, then poured the congee into the porcelain bowl on the table. Before leaving, she couldn’t help glancing at Mr. Dragon lying on the bed and softly saying, “I’ll be back soon.”
She closed the door and followed Fuliu out of the courtyard. The air became much fresher, but Mu Wanwan’s heart was not as at ease as when she was beside the tyrant.
By his side, although her eyes and nose suffered a little, once she got used to it, it was fine.
The dragon with broken horns and a rotten tail was a little ugly, but at the very least, he would not hurt her. He also would not disgust her like Bai Shuiyao did. Beside Mr. Dragon, she did not have to worry about being killed at any moment.
“We’re here.”
Fuliu pulled open the doors of the ancestral hall.
“Madam, today is the final day.”
Mu Wanwan nodded. Under Fuliu’s cold gaze, she knelt before the rows of golden ancestral tablets.
Her knees were a little swollen. Kneeling on the smooth, icy floor brought a needle-like stabbing pain. Mu Wanwan drew in a cold breath from the pain.
“Kneel properly.”
After throwing down those words, Fuliu carried the food box and left. Mu Wanwan secretly shifted into a slightly more comfortable position, then raised her head to look at the golden tablets that had only been briefly mentioned in the novel.
These tablets were somewhat different from those she had seen on television and in real life. Their entire bodies emitted golden light, and a hazy layer of white glow covered them from the outside, like a protective barrier, guarding the tablets tightly.
The tablets were engraved with the writing of this world. Because of the original owner’s memories, Mu Wanwan could understand the words on them.
“First Chief, Dragon Ying of the Golden Dragon Clan…”
“First Chief, Ao Ming of the Azure Dragon Clan…”
From high to low, there were a total of eleven tablets. The Golden Dragon, Azure Dragon, Red Dragon, Black Dragon, and White Dragon clans had all produced chiefs. The eleventh chief, the chief before the tyrant, was Ao Bing of the Azure Dragon Clan.
Ao Bing, Ao Qin…
They were father and son, but the current chief after the tyrant was Mr. Dragon.
Mu Wanwan vaguely sensed that something seemed not quite right. A passage from the book describing how the tyrant and Ao Qin had formed their friendship suddenly flashed through her mind.
“In the past, when he was young, he had been a malformed dragon with five claws and black, white, and gold spots. Now, however, he had become the first dragon of the dragon race to break through to the seventh rank. According to the rules, as long as he could break the previous chief’s dragon horn, he could become the new chief.
The current chief, Ao Bing, was already very old. A few days earlier, he had fought a great battle with the chief of the witch race and had been seriously injured. Once he lost his horn, he would inevitably decline rapidly and die.
Yet even so, the tyrant showed no mercy. When he held the bloody severed horn in his bloodstained hand and smiled under the terrified gazes of countless dragons, it was Ao Qin who stepped forward first and offered his congratulations.”
When Mu Wanwan had read this at the time, she had not thought much of it. But now, kneeling in the cold ancestral hall, looking at Ao Bing’s tablet, then connecting it with Mr. Dragon’s miserable state after his defeat, abandoned in the sleeping palace, she felt as though she had touched upon part of the truth.
“Madam seems to be looking very carefully.”
A slightly cold voice suddenly sounded from behind her. Mu Wanwan was startled and instinctively looked back, only to meet Ao Qin’s handsome, smiling face.
“I…”
At some point, a powerful pressure had filled the air. Cold sweat slid down Mu Wanwan’s temples. She was suppressed to the point that she could not speak.
Following her earlier gaze, Ao Qin calmly swept a glance over Ao Bing’s tablet, then shifted his eyes away without the slightest concern. He reached out with a fair, slender hand and gently placed it on her shoulder.
His smile was very friendly, but it made Mu Wanwan feel almost cold all over.
“What is Madam guessing?”
When had Mu Wanwan ever endured such pressure? She only felt her chest grow stuffy. By the time she came back to herself, her mouth was already filled with a sweet, bloody taste.
“Madam, I’m terribly sorry.”
Ao Qin lazily withdrew his pressure.
“I’ve only just advanced to the sixth rank, so my control over spiritual power is not very accurate.”
Mu Wanwan’s throat was filled with the taste of blood. She was so tense that she could barely speak.
For the first time, she clearly realised just how dangerous this world was, and just how weak she was.
“It was rude of me.”
Ao Qin withdrew his hand, his eyes curving with his smile.
“Madam, there is no need to be nervous. I won’t do anything to you.”
“Starting tomorrow, Madam will no longer need to come kneel in the ancestral hall every day,” Ao Qin said softly, sounding very respectful. “Please be sure to take good care of His Majesty.”
Mu Wanwan’s face was pale. Seeing that Ao Qin was about to leave after saying this, she thought of a certain dragon’s miserable wounds and forced herself to grit her teeth.
“Lord Ao Qin.”
Ao Qin stopped and looked at this bride-for-good-luck, who in his eyes was no different from an ant, with some confusion.
“Could you…” Mu Wanwan gritted her teeth. “Give me some medicine? His Majesty’s wounds…”
“His Majesty still has no spiritual medicine even now?”
Ao Qin narrowed his eyes, seeming extremely angered and surprised by this matter.
“Madam, please rest assured. I absolutely will not stand by and watch those servants treat His Majesty so poorly.”
“The spiritual medicine will be delivered to you very soon,” Ao Qin said with a smile. “No matter what, His Majesty is my good friend. I will not allow those servants to bully and humiliate him.”
Mu Wanwan thought, *I’d be a ghost if I believed you.* But on the surface, she still revealed a delighted smile and thanked him several times under his mocking gaze.
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