It's like a switch is turned on.

The remaining nobles, like rice fields blown down by the wind, also knelt down neatly on the ground.

They should not have bowed to Yingqian, the queen of another country.

But there is no way.

What's not dignified?

Why is life important?

Yingqian sneered.

Look at these nobles kneeling on the ground, shivering.

There is no need to continue fighting.

They are just a bunch of trash who have grown fat and strong by eating the flesh and blood of common people.

Kill them.

Yingqian's hands were all dirty.

She turned around and looked at Michael who was very close at hand.

The fingertips scratched the scar on his cheek.

Yingqian said expressionlessly:

"You already knew that I am Yingqian, right?"

Michael smiled, not caring about the injury on his face, and rubbed Yingqian's fingers affectionately.

Then he responded vaguely.

He didn't deny it.

Yingqian nodded his forehead, his eyes even colder.

"That day...you were the one who touched me while the lights were not turned on in the room?"

Michael blinked.

Then he bent down and hugged Yingqian.

Said softly:

"It hurts..."

Yingqian frowned: "What?"

"The wound..." Michael sighed, rubbed the back of her neck with his fingertips, and murmured: "The wound hurts..."

Yingqian fell silent.

What the hell is going on with this guy?

Where has her kind and simple little prince gone?

Who is this person who is full of tea and pretends to be pitiful and coquettish when asked?

How come she doesn’t recognize him at all?!

"You still know it hurts! You little brat..."

Yingqian gritted his teeth.

Just thinking about pushing Michael away.

I felt my body sink.

The breath falling on the neck became hot in an instant.

Yingqian turned her head and saw Michael's pale face.

"Grass!"

She cursed softly.

He shouted at the king not far away:

"Don't be so fucking stupid! Doctor! Get me a doctor!"

It was chaos.

The king and Lucia hurried to call the doctor.

The guards helped up the nobles who fell to the ground, half-dead.

Yingqian had a sullen face and let Michael lean on her.

She actually wanted to push him away.

But he turned his head and his eyes met the pale face of the little prince.

The hand that was stretched out inexplicably turned into a support on his waist.

"I really underestimated you, little bastard!"

Yingqian cursed softly.

She saw Michael slicing the blade across the bodies of those nobles.

It was only in hindsight that I reacted.

Maybe...

This is not a fairy tale world.

Michael is not a sexualized version of Snow White either.

In the story Yingqian has read.

Snow White is a kind and weak person who cannot bear to hurt even small animals.

No matter what, he would not stand in the arena and send the sword edge into the enemy's body with an expressionless face.

Moreover, Michael also has superb, almost terrifying swordsmanship.

This isn't right.

No matter how thick the filter Yingqian puts on Michael.

He also woke up.

This world...

This prince...

Nothing is right!

In addition, Michael didn't show much surprise when he saw Yingqian's true appearance.

Many of her doubts were explained logically.

Yingqian looked at Michael lying on the bed.

The look in his eyes is quite complicated.

She was actually deceived by Michael.

Why did he misunderstand her? It was simply an excuse he came up with because he realized he was under suspicion.

But Yingqian is actually half-convinced?!

Could it be that her intelligence has also declined along with this world?

"When you recover..."

Ying lightly touched Michael's forehead and gritted his teeth and said:

"I'll settle the score with you, little bastard!"

Michael was still asleep.

Naturally, you can't hear the sound of Yingqian gritting his teeth.

As soon as Lucia entered the door, she saw Ying Qian sitting by the bed, with a ferocious expression on her face and she didn't know what to say.

She snorted coldly, crossed her arms across her chest, and said coldly:

"He hasn't woken up yet. You can't do it by pretending to be a good person in such a hurry."

"Is something wrong?"

Ying Qian didn't even look back, and was too lazy to pay attention to her sour words. He just waved his hand and said perfunctorily:

"If you have something to say, if nothing happens, get out of here. I'm not your mother, and I don't want to talk to you here."

She has a very bad attitude.

But Lucia was not angry either.

Instead, he curled his lips and smiled.
To be continued...