The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Tong Siqing was very obedient and shook her head: “But he’s injured.”

The guards were still kneeling on the ground, and Ji Wudu was still spitting blood on the other side. Shi Zhihua glanced at the crowd, seemingly having made a decision.

She knew she couldn’t reason with Tong Siqing; she couldn’t argue logically with her. So, she clenched her fist behind her back, drawing fresh blood to the wound, then coldly and haughtily extended her hand for Tong Siqing to see: “But I’m injured too.”

Tong Siqing’s gaze instantly fixated on the Demon Lord’s hand. The shattered porcelain shards had cut deep into her palm, and the blood, which had coagulated slightly, was now flowing freely again due to the fresh clench. It was a shocking sight.

“Zhihua!”

Tong Siqing completely forgot about the injured white dragon lying on the ground, the guards kneeling all around, and her mission to find medicine. She immediately rushed to Shi Zhihua’s side, gently taking the beautiful, bleeding hand into her own.

“You were just angry with me and hurt yourself, weren’t you?” Tong Siqing’s voice was soft, laced with distressed tenderness. “Don’t do that. Even if I’m wrong, you can tell me, you don’t have to hurt yourself like this.”

Shi Zhihua, watching the girl’s frantic, genuinely caring reaction, felt the lingering anger dissipate, replaced by a warm, satisfied feeling that spread through her limbs. She had intended to put on airs, but now, faced with such sincere devotion, she couldn’t maintain her cold facade.

She sighed inwardly. Tong Siqing truly was her undoing.

“It’s nothing,” Shi Zhihua said, her voice softening considerably. “Let’s go back and tend to it.”

Tong Siqing helped Shi Zhihua back to the chaise lounge. She carefully wiped the blood from the Demon Lord’s hand with the edge of her own sleeve. After confirming that the wound wasn’t life-threatening, she realized she still hadn’t found the proper medicine.

“Wait for me, I’ll go find the medicine now. Don’t move!” Tong Siqing instructed seriously.

Shi Zhihua held her hand, her thumb stroking the back of Tong Siqing’s palm. “You’ll get lost again. Just summon a servant.”

Tong Siqing frowned slightly, a rare sign of disagreement. “But I want to do it myself, just like you applied medicine for me.”

Shi Zhihua’s eyes deepened. The girl’s insistence on reciprocation was unexpectedly charming. She relented with a tender smile: “Alright. I’ll send someone with you.”

She glanced at the kneeling guard commander. “You, go with her. Ensure she gets the best injury medication and return immediately.”

The guard commander, terrified by the display of the Demon Lord’s jealousy and power, trembled violently but quickly acknowledged the order: “Y-yes, Your Excellency!”

As Tong Siqing and the commander left, Shi Zhihua’s gaze fell upon the defeated, whimpering white dragon on the ground. Ji Wudu was still in his dragon form, struggling and spitting blood, having been completely ignored by Tong Siqing.

Shi Zhihua’s beautiful lips curved into a wicked, triumphant smile. She didn’t even need to move. A wisp of demonic energy coiled around the dragon’s body, lifting him effortlessly.

Ji Wudu, in excruciating pain, felt himself floating. He looked up fearfully at the Demon Lord.

“Touching what is mine… in my palace,” Shi Zhihua murmured, her voice dripping with lethal coldness. “I should have killed you instantly, but my little darling pleaded for you.”

She paused, her eyes narrowing in dark amusement. “Consider your life forfeit. I will keep your tail. Go back to the North Sea and tell the Dragon King that the next one he sends must be stronger, or at least less repulsive.”

With a chilling crack, the demonic energy severed a substantial portion of Ji Wudu’s tail, leaving a ghastly wound. Shi Zhihua then casually tossed the dragon out of the palace gates.

Ji Wudu, screaming in both physical agony and profound humiliation, slammed into the ground far away. He didn’t even dare look back.

The remaining guards, who had witnessed the entire scene, were now profoundly aware of two things: first, Tong Siqing was the Demon Lord’s absolute favorite, whose words could spare a life; and second, the price of touching anything belonging to the Demon Lord was devastating.

In her bedchamber, Shi Zhihua admired the clean portion of the dragon’s tail in her hand. A beautiful trophy. She smiled, thinking about Tong Siqing’s sweet, clumsy hands rushing to comfort her.

She was the only one who got to apply the medicine.

Ji Wudu was just a worthless junior.

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