Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 1163 - 1168: Don’t Want His Children (4)

Chapter 1163: Chapter 1168: Don’t Want His Children (4)

Cai Wei supported her forehead, "Damn it, it’s that persistent Saknu again, truly despicable!"

Chang Mei said while rubbing her hands together, "Master, there’s no need to be angry. How about I make a trip to Liaodan and kill that Saknu to stop him from constantly thinking about you?"

Cai Wei replied, "No way. Have you forgotten what happened to Brother Ying last time? He’s incredibly strong; you’re no match for him. Besides, Saknu was raised on the milk of the Divine Tiger of Tianlun Mountain; even the Great Immortal Turtle’s medicine powder is useless against him. Whatever you plan to kill him with, I’m afraid you might lose your own life before you even get close to him!"

Chang Mei asked, "Then what do we do? Surely there has to be a way to deal with him?"

Cai Wei thought for a moment and said, "For now, he can’t really interfere with us, and these childish tricks can’t touch me at all. That savage is not easy to handle, so we should not provoke him for the time being. If he sets himself down, that would be for the best. But if he takes action again, we’ll think of a way to deal with him!"

Chang Mei nodded, reluctantly though. The memory of Brother Ying almost being killed by Saknu last time still haunted her, and the scene was indeed terrifying.

Therefore, after hearing her master’s instructions, she obediently returned to the Space.

Cai Wei dragged Heruda outside the door and kicked him onto the street, no longer paying him any mind.

By this point, the third watch of the night had passed. She was tired and sleepy, so after taking a bath in the hot spring, she went to sleep in her own boudoir!

...

On the fourth watch of the night,

Mo Zili woke up, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.

Being unable to take care of himself, even relying on others for the basic needs of eating and urinating, made him, who was always cold and proud, feel deeply defeated.

At this moment, his nominal wife was sleeping on a babu bed not far from the couch. Free of worries, she was sleeping soundly, occasionally letting out sweet little snores. Even after he called her twice, she did not hear him.

Seeing her sleeping so soundly, Mo Zili did not have the heart to call her again. He struggled to get up, but as soon as he did, a severe pain from his ribs made him break out in a cold sweat, as if he had been stabbed by a sword.

After struggling a few more times, he finally got off the bed, carefully holding his rib injury as he moved slowly toward the cleansing room of the inner room.

For someone with an injury, urinating could definitely be considered a massive undertaking. By the time he finished, he was in so much pain that he saw stars.

Normally, at this point, someone would have woken up their wife for help, but Mo Zili was a proud man, not wanting others to see him in such a useless state. Moreover, he had always felt guilty towards Xiang Yun, so he could not bear to wake her up.

Gritting his teeth and bearing the pain, he washed his hands. Still covering his wound, he moved slowly back into the room.

As he reached Xiang Yun’s babu bed, his lips turned white with pain, and he had used up all his strength. When he reached the bed, he leaned on the bed rail and slowly knelt down, wanting to rest a bit and gather some strength to continue.

On the babu bed, Xiang Yun was sleeping sweetly when she suddenly heard heavy breathing. Then, a wave of hot air hit her face as if someone was approaching her.

She opened her sleepy eyes half-awake and immediately saw Mo Zili’s face, dripping with sweat, above her. Startled, Xiang Yun let out a scream and reflexively slapped him, yelling, "Get out!"

"Slap—"

The slap was crisp and loud, unmistakably clear. Mo Zili’s head turned from the blow, and he almost fell over.

After hitting him, Xiang Yun came to her senses. She sat up abruptly, looking at Mo Zili’s pale face, sweating profusely while covering his ribs, and realized she had misunderstood him. With such a serious injury, even standing was difficult for him; how could he have any improper thoughts?