CHAPTER 670: CHAPTER 537: THE PERMANENT MARK HE LEFT BEHIND

As if he wanted to suck all the blood out of Ye Lingyue’s body, Wu Zhong’s amber eyes were tinged with a trace of blood.

Upon hearing Ye Lingyue’s cry of pain, Wu Zhong finally released her.

"Little Yueyue, be good, it will stop hurting in a moment."

He took out a bottle of wound medicine and applied it on Ye Lingyue.

The medicine, upon contact with flesh and blood, quickly stopped the bleeding and healed the flesh; in no time, the bite mark Wu Zhong had left earlier turned into a crescent shape.

It stood out conspicuously on Ye Lingyue’s flawless white neck.

Only then did Wu Zhong stretch a satisfied smile and caressed Ye Lingyue’s neck with his finger.

"This is my mark. Remember, from now on, no one is allowed to touch anywhere below this spot. I hate it when other men’s scent is on you."

"Wu Zhong, you’re just a madman," Ye Lingyue finally understood the reason behind Wu Zhong’s sudden madness.

So this guy was jealous of the day she was intimate with Bo Qing.

She was bitten by Bo Qing, and now he directly left a mark on her body?

Madman, Wu Zhong is a lunatic, incurably mad. And to think she had begun to see him in a new light earlier on.

"Going mad would be your doing. In a few days, it will be Emperor Beiqing’s enthronement anniversary celebration. What gift are you planning to bring?" After leaving a permanent mark on Ye Lingyue, Wu Zhong’s mood was clearly much lighter.

Frankly speaking, the feeling of holding Ye Lingyue earlier was quite pleasant.

Unlike when they first met in the cave on the mountain, this foolish woman had, over these past two years, become like a willow, not only taller but also more alluring.

Her slender waist, barely a handful, and her full figure were quite impressive, and her legs were slender and long. In Wu Zhong’s eyes, she was the most suitable woman for him.

So much so that the proposal made by Feng Xun now seemed even more appealing.

Perhaps, having Ye Lingyue go to Beiqing early to meet Emperor Beiqing, obtaining his approval for marriage, and bringing this woman home sooner was a very good idea.

The thing Wu Zhong had to consider now was, on the wedding night, whether he or Feng Xun would be first.

Little did Ye Lingyue realize that Wu Zhong was full of indecent thoughts at this moment.

Her heart skipped a beat when she heard about Emperor Beiqing’s enthronement anniversary celebration.

Because of the incident at Purple Bamboo Ridge, she had almost forgotten about it.

Feng Xun’s words seemed to echo in her ears.

"I’ll wait for you. If you’re willing, join me for Emperor Beiqing’s enthronement anniversary celebration."

"I haven’t... I haven’t decided yet. I’m just a Marquis of Daxia, it’s not my turn to attend such an event," Ye Lingyue was somewhat inarticulate, still unsure of how to respond to Feng Xun.

"Are you sure you don’t have to attend? Ordinary Daxia Marquises might not need to, but as the new Female Lord of Purple Bamboo Ridge, this region falls under both Beiqing and Daxia. With such recent upheaval, the Mercenary Alliance being crushed, and the change of hands in Mercenary City, given Emperor Beiqing’s character, he will definitely take this opportunity to summon you."

Wu Zhong chuckled coldly.

A foolish woman is always a foolish woman.

Although Emperor Beiqing had formed an alliance with Xiahou Qi, Princess Qing Bi had brought such disgrace upon herself in Daxia. Emperor Beiqing might not show he cared on the surface, but in reality, he must have developed a grudge against Daxia.

Mercenary City may belong to the Mercenary Alliance.

But for such an important city to be taken by a female lord of Daxia, Emperor Beiqing would never agree.

"What! Are you saying I must attend this celebration?" Ye Lingyue stared dumbfounded, and soon she realized another matter.

Could it be that when Wu Zhong had agreed to let her contemplate for a few months, he had already known she must attend Emperor Beiqing’s coronation ceremony?

Ye Lingyue immediately felt a sense of sorrow for being deceived by someone seemingly honest.

But on second thought, if Feng Xun managed to become the richest man of Beiqing, he certainly wasn’t such an honest person. They say beautiful women bring calamity, but handsome men are indeed great misfortunes; a handsome man with extraordinary charm is even more shockingly powerful.

"It’s like you don’t want to attend, yet there are so many who wish they could go but can’t. Besides, going to Beiqing, you can meet that pretty boy Feng Xun. Aren’t you happy about that?"

Wu Zhong looked at Ye Lingyue with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

"Are you happy if I go to meet Feng Xun?" Ye Lingyue skeptically asked. When she had mentioned Feng Xun before, Wu Zhong always looked as if he couldn’t wait to desecrate his ancestor’s graves, absolutely unable to coexist with Feng Xun. But lately, she had noticed that Wu Zhong seemed to hate Feng Xun less.

And from his tone, Ye Lingyue sensed a slight hint of expectation.

Expectation?

She must have been bled dry by Wu Zhong, this lunatic, causing excessive blood loss and even abnormal brain function.

"Whether I’m happy about it or not, what’s that to you? Just a word of advice, Emperor Beiqing is not an easy person to deal with, especially towards Feng Xun’s women." Wu Zhong’s reminder sounded strange to Ye Lingyue’s ears.

Just as Ye Lingyue was about to ask carefully, Lan Cai’er and Yan Jiu came out.

Lan Cai’er’s face was flushed, and she didn’t dare to look Ye Lingyue in the eye.

Yan Jiu, on the other hand, had a triumphant look on his face, throwing an extremely pleased glance at Wu Zhong, making Wu Zhong itch with irritation.

"I need to leave for a bit, and while I’m gone, Yan Jiu, you stay here and help Ling Yue with the matters of Mercenary City."

Wu Zhong’s words surprised Yan Jiu.

"If I stay, what about the matters of Yan City?"

"Underworld Yama Palace will run as usual without you. However, you should behave yourself during this time. As far as I know, your father-in-law and mother-in-law will arrive in a couple of days." Wu Zhong said with irritation.

Yan Jiu may not be serious, but when it comes to managing a city, he’s quite experienced.

Being an old mercenary, with him around, Ye Lingyue would soon be able to manage Mercenary City effectively.

"What? Cai’er’s parents are coming?" The smile on Yan Jiu’s face disappeared instantly, turning into a nervous look.

Just now, taking advantage of Lan Cai’er’s weakness, he had bullied the poor girl into accepting his marriage proposal.

However, Lan Cai’er insisted that her marriage had to be decided by her parents.

If her parents did not agree, she would never marry Yan Jiu no matter what.

Right now, Yan Jiu felt like an ugly bride about to meet her in-laws, filled with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.

"Brother Yan, you don’t have to be nervous. My adoptive parents are very easy-going people. As long as you truly care for Sister Cai’er, they will surely accept you." Hearing that Wu Zhong was leaving, Ye Lingyue felt both happy and stifled.

Wu Zhong departed that day, and as he said, two days later, Lan Yingwu arrived in Mercenary City with Lady Lan, but they were not the only arrivals—there was also an imperial decree from Xiahou Qi.