With tears still hanging in her eyes, she stared blankly at Wen Wuyou. Her clear eyes held a touch of docility as she seriously explained in her sweet voice.
"I don't get along well with Mu Wang."
"Don't talk nonsense."
If Mu Wang heard it, he might be unhappy and take her life again.
A faint smile spread across Wen Wuyou's eyebrows as he teasingly retorted, "Don't get along well?"
Qu Yue lowered her eyes and replied in a muffled voice, "Yes."
It seemed that she had taken his words to heart that day.
A look of triumph flashed across Wen Wuyou's lips. Sweat dripped from his charming fox - like face and clung to his sideburns, making him look like a captivating demon.
He slightly raised his eyes. "Then, Yue'er, who do you get along well with?"
"I..."
Qu Yue caught her breath, not understanding the hidden meaning in his words.
She simply went through all the people she knew in her mind and sighed softly. "I don't seem to have anyone I'm particularly close to."
Since her mother was beheaded, she had become a pariah.
All her childhood playmates had left, and Qu Yue had become a despised person.
Who would be sincere friends with a stained person?
Wen Wuyou gently waved his folding fan. With a smiling voice, he casually asked, "Then do you want to have someone close, Yue'er?"
Qu Yue raised her eyelids.
In her round, lacquer - like pupils, a hint of uneasiness gradually spread.
This question seemed like a probe and a warning at the same time.
It was probing whether she had other feelings for Mu Yuan and warning her not to have any other thoughts.
Qu Yue's smile froze slightly. "No, I don't want to."
"All I want now is to find out the truth about why my husband is not favored in the Mu Mansion and then leave here."
Wen Wuyou caught the key point in her words. "Leave?"
"I forced Mu Yuan to marry me before."
"Now that he's gone, I don't seem to have any reason to stay." Qu Yue smiled, and her sweet features showed a sense of relief.
Wen Wuyou crossed his arms. Although he had a charming appearance, his body was well - built with distinct muscles. "Are you willing to be divorced?"
If she wasn't divorced, she would die.
Qu Yue answered silently in her heart.
But on the surface, she nodded obediently and didn't dare to refute.
She married into the Marquis Mansion to investigate the truth about her mother's death with the power of the mansion. But who would have thought that before she found the truth, she had brought a lot of trouble to herself.
Qu Yue thought she had hidden her feelings well, but in fact, all her fear was written on her face.
Her peach - blossom eyes blinked helplessly, full of charm, and her hidden thoughts overflowed.
She couldn't help but make people want to hold her in their arms and comfort her.
No wonder a person like her could attract Mu Yuan's heart.
The smile on Wen Wuyou's lips faded a bit. "Well then, do you want to come with me?"
Qu Yue suddenly clenched the hand hanging by her side. "Come with you?"
Wen Wuyou suddenly leaned close to Qu Yue, with a mischievous look in his eyes. "Yes, go to the battlefield and accompany Mu Yuan."
His deliberately lowered voice was like a ghost, lingering in her ear and making her heart restless for a long time.
It was as if he also wanted to take her life.
Qu Yue staggered back and shook her head like a rattle. "No, I don't want to."
Compared to Mu Wang, Wen Wuyou scared her even more.
This man always had a gentle and kind smile on his face.
But on the battlefield, it was said that he could cut off a person's head with one strike.
He was just like a handsome Yama.
"Yue'er's rejection is so straightforward. It really breaks my heart."
The look of fear in her eyes was like a needle, pricking into his heart.
It inexplicably caused a dull pain.
This sigh made Qu Yue shiver all over.
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she softly urged, "Let's go quickly! Liu Xu is still waiting!"
Her sweet voice, like spring water, welled up in his ears. The restlessness that Wen Wuyou had just managed to suppress suddenly surged again.
Women, indeed, were extremely manipulative creatures.
Wen Wuyou stared intently at her slender back, and a cold look gradually sealed his eyes.
She was just a woman.
If she didn't want to come with him, then so be it.
Let her fend for herself in the Marquis Mansion.
When they arrived at Qu Yue's courtyard, Wen Wuyou was led to Liu Xu.
A pair of blood - covered legs hung over the edge of the bed, a shocking sight.
Wen Wuyou's face darkened slightly. "The situation is quite bad now."
These words almost stabbed into Qu Yue's heart.
She looked at Wen Wuyou with tear - filled eyes, her eyes full of hope. "General Wen, please, you must save her!"
Wen Wuyou reached out and gently squeezed Liu Xu's knee through her pants.
His increasingly cold expression spoke volumes about the severity of Liu Xu's condition.
Tears welled up in Qu Yue's eyes and fell like shiny pearls. She sobbed and pleaded.
"Wen Wuyou... I beg you, you must cure her leg!"
Her soft voice would be appropriate in another situation.
Especially since her ruqun was half - wet and half - dry, the drawstring had loosened a lot and was hanging loosely on her body, and the front of the dress had also dropped a bit.
It revealed more of her charming beauty, like a gentle spring flowing into his heart.
Along with it was her extremely soft waist, like a blade cutting the weeds in his heart.
Wen Wuyou couldn't help but think of the dirty jokes the generals had told in the military camp before.
"If a delicate girl cries in front of me, I'll give her all my money!"
"Are you sure it's just crying? When she's soft and fragrant and throws herself into your arms, you'll give your life away, not just your money!"
What was his answer at that time?
He spat out the grass in his mouth and sneered, saying they were shallow and vulgar.
Women were the most venomous beings in the world.
But now, he found that he was also a bit shallow and vulgar.
No wonder they were venomous. They were so alluring.
The meaning in his eyes gradually spread. Wen Wuyou ran his tongue across his teeth and hoarsely warned in a dangerous tone.
"Yue'er, if you owe too many favors, you have to pay them back."
"I... I will pay them back!" She was stunned for a moment and then immediately nodded vigorously. "As long as you cure Liu Xu, I will be a servant to repay General Wen's kindness!"
Wen Wuyou clicked his tongue. "Words alone are not enough."
Words alone are not enough...
Qu Yue's clear eyes rolled, and she immediately rushed to the desk, took the ink - soaked brush, and came to the bedside.
"We can write an IOU!"
Wen Wuyou watched her like a sheep walking into a trap and gently nodded. "Okay."
"Shall we write it now or..."
Qu Yue was extremely anxious.
"You're here and can't run away." Wen Wuyou said calmly. "It's more important to treat Miss Liu Xu's leg injury first."
"Otherwise, if I haven't cured Miss Liu Xu after we've written the IOU, wouldn't Yue'er suffer a great loss?"
Qu Yue thought his words made sense and immediately nodded. "Then quickly take a look at her!"
General Wen, who usually hated being urged, was willing to listen to Qu Yue's sobbing urging at that moment and contentedly treated Liu Xu's leg.
Qu Yue was destined to be his.