Chapter 95: Cruel Prince 44

Tang Wan gently patted Feng Qitong’s back before softly saying:

“Alright, go bathe first.”

“Isn’t it uncomfortable being covered in blood like this?”

Only then did Feng Qitong release her and walk toward the bathing tub.

But this time, he changed the bathwater twice before finally washing all the blood from his body.

Looking at the bright red water stained with blood, Tang Wan’s mood became somewhat heavy.

Although she hadn’t personally witnessed the battle last night,

judging from the amount of blood covering Feng Qitong’s body,

she could easily imagine how brutal the fighting had been.

...

After drying Feng Qitong’s hair with cotton cloths, Tang Wan personally prepared a bowl of ginger soup for him to ward off the cold.

She carefully watched over him as he drank it.

Before long, Feng Qitong left again.

After he departed, Tang Wan immediately spoke to Little Cutie:

“Little Cutie, what’s going on with Feng Qitong?”

“Did his illness flare up again today?”

Hearing this, Little Cutie quickly replied:

“Yes, Host!”

“Bloodshed and killing stimulate the violent tendencies hidden inside Feng Qitong.”

“In the original plot, after a year of warfare, he completely goes insane because of this.”

“That’s also one of the main reasons.”

Tang Wan instantly frowned.

“Then what should I do?”

“One battle already almost erased the results from all the kissing and hugging I’ve done over the past few months.”

“If there are more battles afterward, won’t my effect become useless?”

Little Cutie immediately reassured her:

“Host, don’t worry!”

“As long as you stay beside him and continuously help calm those violent emotions, everything will be fine!”

“Feng Qitong himself also understands this.”

“If something feels wrong, he’ll come looking for you.”

“So all the Host needs to do is continue practicing the 108 techniques and wait for him to come find you!”

Tang Wan: ...

Heh.

This little system had truly become completely corrupted already.

Maybe he should stop being called Little Cutie and change his name to Little Pervert instead.

...

Although Tang Wan complained inwardly,

that night, she still took the initiative to place her hand against Feng Qitong’s chest.

Feng Qitong immediately became startled.

Ever since their marriage, he had always been the one relentlessly clinging to Tang Wan.

She had never once taken the initiative herself.

Tang Wan naturally sensed his surprise.

For a moment, her cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment.

Still, she quietly whispered:

“Husband... I heard that seeing too much blood can make negative emotions build up inside.”

“So... it’s better to release them properly.”

Feng Qitong instantly understood her meaning.

The next second, he flipped over and pressed her beneath him.

“Wanwan...” Feng Qitong called softly before lowering his head.

Truthfully, when he returned that morning, he had already wanted this desperately.

But at that time, his mental state had been far too unstable.

He had feared losing control and hurting her—

or making her think he only viewed her as a tool for venting frustration.

So he forcibly restrained himself.

Unexpectedly, she had noticed everything on her own.

...

Feng Qitong’s large hands wandered slowly over Tang Wan’s body.

Although he was clearly extremely eager,

his movements remained extraordinarily gentle.

He had truly fallen for her.

Even now, in bed,

he couldn’t bear to use excessive force against her anymore.

...

The next morning.

When Feng Qitong woke up, his eyes were once again completely clear.

The violent bloodthirst and irritability from yesterday had vanished entirely.

After lightly kissing Tang Wan on the lips, he quietly got out of bed and dressed himself.

Before leaving, he specifically instructed the maids to take proper care of her.

...

The moment Feng Qitong exited the tent, the Seventh Prince immediately rushed over.

“Imperial Brother, are you alright now?”

Yesterday’s condition had truly frightened him.

Ever since the battle began, Feng Qitong had slaughtered enemies tirelessly like a killing machine.

By the time the battle ended, rough estimates suggested he had personally killed three to four thousand enemy soldiers alone.

But after dawn—

it still looked as though he hadn’t killed enough.

His eyes had remained blood-red and terrifying.

At one point, the Seventh Prince had even worried Feng Qitong might attack his own soldiers.

Fortunately, that never happened.

...

“Have you found the traitor yet?” Feng Qitong asked calmly.

The Seventh Prince immediately nodded.

“Yes.”

“We already have some leads.”