Chapter 45

“This damn pervert already has so many consorts and concubines, but he still spends his days in brothels! What a sex maniac! Lascivious! Shameless! Filthy! Disgusting…” Lying on the couch, Zixiu cursed in a low voice. At the thought that he had been sexually assaulted by that damn asshole like many women, Zixiu had an urge to castrate Nangong Du.

Needless to say, in any case, he dared not put his ideas into action. If Nangong Du was faking it, Zixiu would be risking his life. He was almost killed by Xingyi and now he had become more cautious. Besides, unlike the inhuman pervert and the shrew, Zixiu was so kind that even Nangong Du was indeed drunk, he couldn’t bear to hurt him.

“If the bastard wakes up at midnight and finds out that I’m not in bed, will he beat me up out of anger?”

Thinking about this, Zixiu couldn’t help but toss about on the couch. After wrestling with himself late into the night, he was so sleepy that he stopped pondering and went back to bed obediently with his pillow.

Though Nangong Du was completely drunk, he didn’t hog too much space on the bed, so there was still room for Zixiu. Moreover, the bed in the princess’s bedroom was designed to be spacious enough. Zixiu lifted his foot and stepped over Nangong Du carefully before he curled up in the corner of the bed and fell asleep.

Nothing happened during the night.

However, the next morning, Zixiu’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor in astonishment when he found out what had happened to Nangong Du!

Usually, this prince would have left in the early morning before Zixiu woke up, but now the sun was already high in the sky, and he was still sleeping! Though Zixiu found it a little strange, he didn’t want to ask for trouble, so he got out of the bed.

A short moment later, Xingyi suddenly rushed in. “Hasn’t His Highness gotten up yet?” she asked, casting a glance at Zixiu.

“Are you blind?” Zixiu was about to shoot back, but feeling that this would make him look too narrow-minded, he then shook his head and answered honestly, “Not yet!”

After hesitating for a while with a frown, Xingyi walked over to the bed. “Your Highness, it’s time to get up. Your Highness…” she bent over and said gently behind the curtain.

However, after calling him a few times, she heard no response from Nangong Du.

“How come His Highness is still sleeping at this moment?” Xingyi wondered and then turned to Zixiu. “Did His Highness stay up all night?” she asked with a questioning look.

“I haven’t got the faintest!” Zixiu shook his head slowly as if it had nothing to do with him. But next, he suddenly understood what Xingyi meant by ‘stay up all night’. “His Highness hasn’t woken up since you brought him here. Look, the soup is still there!” he immediately added.

He pointed at the soup on the table Xingyi had brought to Nangong Du the night before.

Looking at the soup with a solemn expression, Xingyi didn’t ask more. After a while, she suddenly clapped her hands.

“Clap! Clap! Clap!”

A figure in black flashed in and stopped in front of the bed.

Zixiu was caught dumbfounded and after a moment, he came back to his senses. When he saw that person’s face, he couldn’t help but shiver in horror. It was none other than Nangong Du’s henchman, the martial artist, who had knocked him out with a punch the other day.

“What’s up?” Yueying was as calm as usual.

Without a word, Xingyi looked at Prince Mu with a worried look.

After pausing for a second, Yueying seemed to have sensed something wrong. He suddenly lifted the curtain, put his fingers under Prince Mu’s nose, and then on his wrist. “Xingyi, send for the imperial doctor right away!” he said with a surprised look crossing his face.