Although Ling Xuewei is a prisoner now, Grandma does not dare to slack off at all.
Others didn't know it, but she knew that this was the person who was placed in the heart of their superior sage.
She has been assigned to take care of Ling Xuewei for several days, and no one understands the importance of this person better than her.
Although she didn't believe it at first, there was one thing. Looking at the whole world, this woman was the only one who dared to attack the Holy Lord... but was unscathed.
Although she saw it accidentally, she still remembers it vividly to this day.
So she put away all her thoughts and served Ling Xuewei more respectfully.
"girl……"
Mammy was about to say something else when the maid's voice came from outside, "See the Holy Lord."
"See the Holy King."
Mammy quickly saluted, and then Di Qianjue stepped through the palace door and walked in.
Today, he is dressed in a dark golden robe with silver orchid and jade tree embroidery, showing nobility and luxury in a low-key manner, making his majesty as a holy king even more impressive.
After Di Qianjue came in, the entire air in the room was slightly stagnant under his momentum.
Grandma looked respectful and did not dare to slack off in the slightest.
"Go down."
Di Qianjue waved his hand lightly, and Nanny immediately retreated.
"What are you doing standing there? Come here."
His voice was different from the condensed and majestic tone just now, and had a softness that was imperceptible.
It was lunch time, and the table was filled with many exquisite delicacies, which were dazzling and fragrant.
Ling Xuewei didn't say anything, just walked over and sat down.
"Are you hungry? Eat quickly. I specially ordered the chef to make these. You can try them and see if they suit your taste."
If An Yi were here at this moment, he would definitely think that he was hallucinating.
How had he ever seen such a gentle and flattering sage?
Ling Xuewei had no expression on her face, picked up her chopsticks and started eating.
The delicious food in her mouth was like chewing wax to her. She swallowed a few mouthfuls and put down her chopsticks.
"I'm stuffed."
Ling Xuewei said these words lightly and stood up.
"stop."
Di Qianjue's voice was still gentle, "You eat too little, which is not conducive to your body's recovery. Sit down and eat more."
"No, I have no appetite."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ling Xuewei left.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, the white jade chopsticks slammed on the table.
"No appetite? Do you really have no appetite, or is it just because I'm here?"
This sound made the palace people and nuns outside tremble and immediately kneel down.
The atmosphere suddenly condensed.
"Whatever you think."
Ling Xuewei's voice had no fluctuation, and her face had no expression.
The air moved, and then someone grabbed his chin.
"Woman, are you challenging my patience?"
Di Qianjue came closer, his silver eyes were faint, "I ask myself, I treat you well, but why are you still unwilling to open your heart?"
"Not thin?"
Ling Xuewei murmured, then suddenly smiled.
It seemed like a mockery, but also like hearing something incredible.
"You treat me well? Your Excellency, the Holy Lord, should I say that you are eloquent or shameless?"
Ling Xuewei's merciless words were like sharp blades, piercing into his heart.
"You used me time and time again to plot against me to hurt the person I love most, causing us to misunderstand and separate. You teamed up with Demon King Linyuan to poison him, and even made me cut off our friendship with him in full view of the public...
…Does this mean you are willing to take me seriously?”
"Oh, if this is really the case, then I should really beg the respected Holy Lord to be more cruel to me. Maybe then I will still have a chance to survive."
Ling Xuewei's sarcastic words were so sharp and merciless.
Di Qianjue's face was extremely ugly, and his hand suddenly tightened, leaving a blue mark on Ling Xuewei's fair chin.
"You don't need to be sarcastic, what? I personally cut off the relationship between you. Are you angry? Are you sad? Or do you regret it? Do you regret that you should not have promised me that day, even if we were both dead, you still had to go with him?"
Ling Xuewei's face became paler, not sure if it was because of the pain in her jaw or something else.
"It's a pity that it's too late. Even if you regret it now, it's useless. My man came to retaliate. He has left Buddha and is preparing to fight to the death with the Demon King Linyuan. It seems that the cloud lily flower you worked so hard to bring to him has worked.
, it’s not in vain that you put all your efforts into planning for him.”
"It's just that, does he understand your intentions? You are willing to sacrifice yourself and stay with me just for the only medicine. You are always thinking about him. What about him? He will not accept your affection. In that arrogant person
In the eyes of the arrogant Ye Emperor, your choice that night was to break the friendship between you for so many years, severely damage his self-esteem, and make him lose face. As smart as him, even if he knew your intentions, he would not forgive you.
.”
"So, give up. No matter how hard you try, you can't save it. You are destined to stay with me in this life and become my slave forever."
Di Qianjue deliberately used harsh words to anger her, because he would rather see her angry than always looking lifeless.
"Are you done?"
Only this time, he was obviously disappointed.
Ling Xuewei's expression remained unchanged, without any change.
Di Qianjue's eyes narrowed slightly, and Ling Xuewei pulled his hand down hard, her voice calm and calm, "Can I leave now?"
Suddenly, a strong anger rushed into his chest.
Di Qianjue said coldly, "Of course not. I told you that you can't leave before the meal is finished. Sit down!"
The last sharp shout was filled with anger and anxiety that even he was unaware of.
Two people, one is angry and the other is as wooden as a sculpture.
After a moment, Ling Xuewei shook off his hand, walked to the table and sat down.
Afterwards, a suffocating silence filled the air.
It's maddeningly depressing.
After the meal, Di Qianjue walked away with a puff of his sleeves.
Ling Xuewei was left alone.
Suddenly, Ling Xuewei's stomach tumbled, and she opened her mouth and vomited out all she had just eaten, which was even mixed with shocking blood!
"girl!"
"Someone come quickly!"
…
After a period of confusion, the imperial doctor was finally alerted.
Di Qian looked desperately at Ling Xuewei's pale and bloodless face on the bed, and his anger broke out!
"What's going on? Why do you keep vomiting blood? Didn't it heal before? It seems that you are fooling me? A bunch of quacks! What use do I need from you?!"
"Sage, calm down!"
"Holy Lord, spare your life!"
…
People in the room knelt on the floor.
"boom!"
The tables and chairs were smashed to pieces by Di Qianjue's palm, and the entire hall was filled with a frightening chill!
"Come here! Drag them down!"
"Holy Lord, please spare my life..."
"Holy Lord..."
The emperor's wrath, blood flowed thousands of miles.
Everyone in the entire hall was trembling, and there was a dead silence.
After a while, An Yi came in and said, "Holy Lord, people are here."
"Let him in."
A white-haired old man walked in outside. He was stooped and had strange bright red marks on his deeply wrinkled face, which looked like spells or scars.
The whole person looked a little gloomy, exuding a sense of death.