He released her arm.
Xin Mei was shocked: “You… you’re unreasonable…”
He seemed to smile slightly: “I’ve never been reasonable.”
Xin Mei felt she should seriously express her position: “Even if you imprison me until I die of old age, I still won’t marry you to be your mountain stronghold wife!”
He looked down at his hands, really wanting to yank off that head of hers that wouldn’t listen and let her imagination run wild, and kick it hard like a ball…
He turned and left with a flick of his sleeves, instructing Si Lan outside: “Watch her. Don’t give her any food except water, and don’t let anyone else approach.”
Si Lan respectfully cupped his fists: “Yes, General.”
General? What kind of damn general was this demon?! Xin Mei held back a belly full of anger, racking her brains to catch up and curse at him. After thinking for a long time without coming up with any sharp insults, she could only kick pillows by herself.
“Brother Qianqiao…” A childish voice called him from outside the window. She turned to see a round, ball-like little bird demon flying and swaying in mid-air, much smaller than the one she’d encountered at the Imperial Tomb last time, looking only three or four years old. His wobbly appearance didn’t look like a bird but rather like a fat duck.
Lu Qianqiao reached out to hold him. In that instant, sunlight fell on his face, and that expressionless face was surprisingly gentle.
“Brother said he’s ready and wants to know when you’ll give him the inner core?”
The little bird demon asked in a baby voice.
“Right away.” Lu Qianqiao stiffly patted his little head.
The food box was taken away by Si Lan. Xin Mei sat by the window holding her starving stomach, staring blankly. Staring and staring, somehow she fell asleep, dreaming of feasting on a big basin of braised pig trotters, drooling all over her sleeve.
When it got dark, seeing her foolish and patient endurance of hunger, Si Lan finally couldn’t help speaking: “If you tell the truth, you won’t have to go hungry.”
Xin Mei turned her head away with dignity and snorted.
“Those who oppose the General never have good endings.”
“What kind of general is a demon anyway?” Xin Mei was very disdainful.
Si Lan was angry: “Who told you he’s a demon?! He’s Qiong Kingdom’s legitimate Cavalry General! He’s been achieving military merits since he was fifteen!”
“…Prostitute General?” she said in amazement.
“Cavalry General!” Si Lan was going crazy.
“If he’s a general, why isn’t he fighting wars but hiding in the Imperial Tomb?”
Si Lan looked somewhat dejected: “The emperor has no vision and believed slanderous words, demoting the General to guard the Imperial Tomb…”
Xin Mei suddenly understood: “He’s a general who always loses battles, so the emperor angrily banished him to the Imperial Tomb!”
Si Lan angrily slammed the window shut again.
Until deep into the night, when no more sounds came from the room, he became somewhat worried. After all, she was an ordinary young girl who had eaten nothing but two pieces of cake all day—she might get sick from hunger. He looked at the food box beside him, hesitating whether to secretly slip her a piece to satisfy her hunger.
Suddenly sounds of rummaging came from inside the room. Si Lan hurriedly pulled open the window, only to have a strong wind attack from within. Caught completely off guard, he was struck directly and flew backward unconscious.
Xin Mei sat on Qiuyue’s back, patting its head in praise: “Well done!”
Fortunately she had Qiuyue as her trump card. She hadn’t used it the first night just to wait for this moment when he let his guard down.
“Qiuyue, quickly fly away quietly.”
She hugged Qiuyue’s neck tightly and commanded.