Warlord of the Xili Kingdom
Candor

Xin'er pensively looked blankly. He did not realize that someone had already entered and was sitting in front of him at this moment. The two servants would reprimand Xin'er, but were forbidden by the person.

With just a hand gesture, she hinted for the two maids to come out of the room and give her a chance to talk with Xin'er.

His outstretched hand touched Xin'er's shoulder slowly. However, Xin'er had not shown any reaction as a rejection, until the person ventured into squatting in front of her while clasping Xin'er's hand tightly. "Did anyone hurt you, to the point that you didn't hear my call?" ask Prince.

Hearing her husband's voice, Xin'er regained her senses and then stared in surprise. "Oh, Prince. Pardon me! I didn't hear you coming!" he said while standing.

However, the Third Prince held Xin'er's hand to let her sit down and she remained crouching down. "Princess. Don't hide anything from me! If anyone hurts you, say it! I'm so sad to see you being quiet like this. I'm scared ..."

The Prince's words were immediately interrupted by Xin'er quickly. "No, Prince! No one dares to bully me here. You're paying too much attention to me!" kekehnya.

"Are you really not hiding something?" investigating the Prince again made Xin'er's forehead constrict.

"You mean?" xin'er asked not to understand.

The prince reached out his hand and rubbed Xin'er's cheek gently. His finger then stopped at the corner of his wife's lips. "Who did it?" asked the Prince coldly.

Realizing that, Xin'er immediately brushed aside her husband's hand slowly and turned her face aside while laughing blandly. "Haha. Th-that was just a little accident. I fell down and my cheek pegged off the end of the table until my lip hurt. Yeah, like that!" his alibi.

Zhaoling knew that his wife was lying. However, he pretended to believe the fake story that Xin'er told. He also spoke softly. "Be careful when you do something. I don't want you to get hurt" he quipped in a worried tone.

Xin'er smiled as she clasped her husband's hand. "Don't worry, Prince! In the future, I will be careful. I promise," he chuckled.

The prince smiled as Xin'er's words now sounded informal. Perhaps, she already considered her husband a friend.

"Oh yes. I actually wanted to ask this but always forgot." Xin'er said making her husband turn his head. "But sorry before. My question might offend you a little bit" he said badly.

"Say!" briefly Prince.

With some hesitation, Xin'er immediately spoke. "Umm, you're going to have a small-time fire incident. Everyone said, your body was injured quite badly and was almost ninety percent. But ... But I'm curious, why are your hands smooth?" xin'er asked slightly paused his words. Her tongue was bitten a little for fear of her husband being angry.

The prince chuckled while showing his entire hand towards Xin'er. "So, this is what you always think about until you don't sleep every night?" Xin'er rounded her eyes.

She's so embarrassed. How does her husband know if he often thinks about it, even trying to peek at Zhaoling's face secretly. But, because Zhaoling's vigilance made Xin'er unable to open the veil she always wore.

Every night, Xin'er waited for her husband to sleep first. He wanted to make sure something stuck in his mind. First, their hands are always touched accidentally. The hand was smooth without the slightest flaw.

Indeed, he had never seen Zhaoling's hand directly because it was always covered in clothes that resembled a robe. For his face, don't ask! Xin'er was curious because she had once dreamed that the Third Prince's face was actually very smooth, white, clean, and definitely handsome. In fact, it wasn't a dream. Xin'er had seen her husband's face directly while drunk the first night, even to the point of kissing her husband's lips involuntarily.

Seeing his wife's face meet, the Prince was increasingly flirting. "My hands are smooth, aren't they?" Xin'er just nodded like a fool. "I get a panacea that can heal the skin as before. However, it only healed some of the wounds. But, not for internal injuries!" prince is sad.

In fact, the intent of Zhaoling's words with deep wounds is betrayal committed by someone to harm himself and his brother. He would never forgive that person, who would heartily harm an eight-year-old. Luckily, he was saved by Grandpa Lon Thong who had a high degree of canuragan science. While his brother was no one to save, so he died tragically at the same age as Zhaoling at that time. Eight years.

But, Xin'er caught Zhaoling's words with another intention. He thought that the elixir could only heal wounds all over the body except for his face and combat tools. Maybe that part is hard to cure. "Prophey, Prince! I'll stay with you no matter what," he said sympathetically.

Deg

Xin'er's face turned pale. She could indeed accept the Prince to be her husband and consider him to be her friend. But really, at this moment he was not ready to see the terrible thing before him. More precisely, Xin'er's weak body was extremely cowardly compared to Yoona who had always witnessed the horrors of the outcome of the battle.

"I used to see all the more horrible faces than burns. But right now, I'm so unprepared to see this trivial thing. Is it because the owner of this real body is a weak, cowardly girl?" monologue in the heart.

Seeing his silent wife with a sweaty and trembling face, Zhaoling grew more and more fond of teasing her. He was sure, the current Xin'er did not dare to look at him. Therefore, he deliberately opened his black veil slowly to make his wife afraid.

"This is my real face, actually" said Zhaoling, opening the veil slowly.

Supposedly. As the veil covering Zhaoling's handsome face opened perfectly, Xin'er immediately turned her face to the side without seeing the beautiful sight. Stupid is this.

Xin'er folded her lips inward, and squeezed her fingers firmly. His eyes were tightly shut without any intention of opening. "I-I know, Prince. Close your face again! I-I don't care how bad your face is, you're still a husband to me" she said nervously.

Zhaoling chuckled at his wife's behavior. Intentions wanted to be honest with his wife about this and wanted Xin'er to also hide her identity from others. He didn't want to lie to his wife, seeing the sincere Xin'er accept what she was. However, Xin'er instead reacted that way.

Yes already! He's not wrong, is he!

"Why do you turn your face away and close your eyes? Are you afraid of seeing this ugly face of your husband?" asked Zhaoling in a sad tone.

Xin'er immediately opened her eyes directly while looking back. "No! Not so, Prince! I'm just ... just not ready for ..." She was so powerless to say it out of fear of offending her husband, that she was honestly afraid.

Zhaoling smiled strangely. His face was already covered back by the veil before Xin'er turned her face back. "Sorry, it scares you!" the cetus is full of regrets.

"No! You don't have to apologize! I was wrong because ..." Again Zhaoling cut off his wife's words.

"Oh yes. I have a gift for you" Zhaoling said as he pulled something out. A scroll was handed to his wife and said, "Open up!"

Xin'er accepted the scroll and opened it. Painting of a beautiful woman sitting on her little daughter with a cheerful smile. Xin'er covered her mouth in disbelief as she glanced at her husband. Tears just slide without being asked. "Mother? How can you ...?"

"I only saw him once in your room" he said gently. "I know, you've been secretly crying because you miss your mother. So, I thought about making it so you wouldn't feel lonely" Zhaoling explained.

"So, you've been busy working just to paint my mom's face?" Zhaoling gave a small nod to his wife's question. "This is great, Prince. I like it, I like it!" he said with pleasure.

"Mrs Xinwa is very beautiful. Hence, the results were good." praised Zhaoling. "I'm glad you like it" he continued.

Unknowingly, Xin'er hugged her husband with a feeling of pleasure. "Thank you, Prince. You're the best husband I have. I'm happy, because you're my husband!" says honestly.

Zhaoling was shocked because his wife suddenly hugged his body without being asked. Her curved lips carved a beautiful smile as she returned Xin'er's embrace. "I will always try to make you happy, Xin'er. So, don't ever leave me!"

Xin'er pecked her forehead affectionately, as well as stroking her head gently. Zhaoling's feelings were currently flowery as Xin'er took the initiative to embrace him despite knowing he was ugly. "Thank you for your sincerity with me, Xin'er!"

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