"I wonder how many will come this time. Let's kill everyone we can and make the world a little more peaceful."
Wu Xuantian raised a jar and drank. In the bitter winter cold, the clear wine burned like fire going down, leaving him exhilarated.
"The Son of the Underworld King!"
Fuzi chuckled, keen to see how many people would come.
In a carriage bound for the Moon Wheel Kingdom, Sang Sang, somewhat better after Fuzi's treatment, curled up in Ning Que's arms.
"Young master, am I going to die?"
"No. I won't allow it!"
Ning Que gently stroked Sang Sang's cheek, his voice firm.
Sang Sang's face had been pale ever since she fell ill, but a sudden blush colored her cheeks. "If my illness is cured, will you marry me, young master?"
Ning Que: ...How did things suddenly take this turn?
"Shanshan said that if a man sees a woman naked, he has to take responsibility for her."
A vein jumped on Ning Que's forehead. "I found you when you were a baby. Of course I saw you naked. How is that the same thing? Besides, you've bathed yourself since you were five."
Sang Sang looked a little crestfallen, but she still shot back, "So did you see all of me or not?"
Ning Que felt a headache coming on. "I just told you, that's different!"
"You just don't want to take responsibility!"
At any other time, Ning Que would have scolded Sang Sang for being unreasonable. But looking at her pale little face now, his heart ached, and he couldn't bring himself to argue.
In the end, he could only reassure her. "If you get better, I'll marry you. I promise!"
"Pinky swear." Sang Sang raised her hand and gazed at him with bright eyes.
Ning Que