Cao De was still in shock, unsure why Zhu Zhuqing had helped him out of nowhere.
She had not even let him speak the entire time. He could only watch silently as the proud, aloof Zhu Zhuqing matched wits and courage with Little Cao De.
Seeing Cao De still sitting there in a daze, Zhu Zhuqing gave him an irritated smack.
"You look perfectly fine to me. I'm going back!" Zhu Zhuqing's voice was icy, making it quite clear that she was in a foul mood.
"Ah, okay. Do you want to put on my coat?" Cao De asked.
"No!" Zhu Zhuqing glanced down, her face flushing with embarrassment.
She immediately took a black robe out of her Storage Soul Tool, wrapped herself in it, and unlocked the door.
She hurried away, taking out a water bottle to rinse her mouth as she walked.
Before long, Zhu Zhuqing's figure vanished into the night.
A helpless smile appeared on Cao De's face. The proud Zhu Zhuqing was simply too adorable, working so hard even as she acted disgusted.
Remembering how Zhu Zhuqing had looked just now, Cao De's smile deepened.
Time slipped quietly by in the stillness of the night.
The huge commotion at the Imperial Palace that night had alarmed many people, but no one dared go out to investigate. Amid this atmosphere, the balance of power in the Star Luo Empire had already changed.
At dawn, Zhu Zhuqing entered the Main Hall together with Cao De's three maids to check on his injuries.
Sensing someone approach, Cao De cracked his eyes open and saw doctors wearing white coats.
He closed his eyes again and went back to sleep. He really was tired. He had fought late into the night, then stabbed himself, only to return and be "forcibly" drained