Coming of the Villain Boss!

The journey back to the palace was long, and Junjue’s condition got worse and worse.

In the carriage, she asked him, “Is there any way to cure this?”

Junjue shook his head.

Meng Liang, that stupid… Don’t let me know who he is, otherwise I’ll beat him up.

Meng Liang was silent. She had heard this answer from Meng Liang.

But hearing it again from Junjue, she didn’t know if she didn’t want to accept it or just be annoyed.

She put down the fruit in her hand and sat next to him, holding him in her arms.

“Don’t worry, I’ll think of a way.”

“What way can you think of, Your Majesty.” Junjue covered his mouth and coughed. Something wet appeared in his palm, and he was about to cover it up, but his hand was caught, and Ming Shu began to wipe his palm lightly with a white handkerchief.

Ming Shu wiped it up and then stuffed another clean handkerchief into his hand. “Looks like the only thing I can do is find a beautiful place to be your tomb.”

Hoh hoh.

I will not argue with you.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Ming Shu: “…”

There was a sudden silence in the carriage. After waiting for a while, Junjue couldn’t help but ask, “Your Majesty, why don’t you ask me how I became like this?”

“Will you tell me?”

“Do you want to know, Your Majesty?”

The two made direct eye contact and invisible sparks ignited between them.

Ming Shu reached out her hand and adjusted his mask a little. “Have some sleep. We’ll arrive at the royal palace soon.”

Junjue compressed his lips and adjusted into a comfortable position to lie down. “Will you take a new concubine, Your Majesty?”

Ming Shu smiled. “Of course I will. Do you think you’re beautiful enough to make me give up all other men?”

Junjue took out his knife silently. I’d better kill her.

Ming Shu’s voice didn’t stop. “After you die, I’ll immediately take new men in. Your position as the royal concubine will be taken by others. Are you afraid of that?”

So if I don’t die, you won’t take new concubines?

Junjue put back his knife silently then.

Ming Shu took care of him and didn’t ask anything else.

For the first time, Junjue felt she was sometimes quite caring.

But she never talked nicely. Junjue wanted to strangle her as soon as she dissed him.

After they returned to the palace, Junjue had almost gone into a coma. Ming Shu ordered the imperial physicians to treat him in turn, and this time it was not something good.

Meanwhile, the symptoms of Junjue’s plague were getting more and more obvious. Since the plague outside disappeared inexplicably, they didn’t know how to treat this now.

The imperial physicians were all terrified. Seeing Ming Shu hold Junjue in her arms, they advised her to isolate Junjue as soon as possible.

Ming Shu drove all of them out.

“Your Majesty…”

“If you’re scared, don’t get close.” Ming Shu took the copper basin Lianxin was holding and walked into the hall.

Lianxin compressed her lips and followed.

In the following days, all kinds of ministers began to play the bitter and miserable drama. Ming Shu just ignored them. In the end, she simply delegated all the affairs to Prime Minister Zhou and never showed up to the sessions.

The imperial physicians were worried that Ming Shu would be infected. But Ming Shu stayed in the Xianyu Palace all day long, and she looked energetic as always. Even the servants in Xianyu Palace weren’t infected.

The imperial physicians were then relieved. Perhaps the plague taking the royal concubine was not infectious… or it had changed the way of infection.

Junjue could barely eat anything. At first Ming Shu convinced him, but later she had to coax him with kind words to try and make him eat.

“Your Majesty, I really don’t want to eat anything.” Junjue sounded weak.

“Just one spoonful.” Ming Shu put the spoon at Junjue’s lips.

“No.”

Ming Shu put it into her own mouth then bent over to feed Junjue.

Junjue wanted to vomit, but Ming Shu threatened him. “If you dare…”

Ming Shu fed him half a bowl in this way, but then Junjue closed his mouth tightly as he really couldn’t swallow any more.

Ming Shu finished the leftover porridge.

We can’t waste food.

Junjue watched her eat up the porridge. She finished all the food unfinished by him in recent days. Even though he knew that the plague was not infectious, the ordinary people didn’t know…

Isn’t she scared, even a little?

“Your Majesty, do you not like me?”

“No.”

“Then why do you treat me so kindly?”

“Because you are stupid.”

“…” You are the one that is stupid. Your whole family is stupid.

Is it that hard to like me? Why are you so kind to me if you don’t like me!

I don’t want to speak with a psychopath.

After waiting for Junjue to fall asleep, Ming Shu stood up and walked out of the hall. She took out Little Beastie from her sleeves.

Little Beastie opened its eyes in a daze. Poop-picker, is it mealtime?

Ming Shu lifted it and walked next door. She put it on the table; there were several plates filled with food before it.

Little Beastie’s eyes lit up first, and it was about to bite, but then it suddenly paused and stepped back alertly, hiding behind a book.

Poop-picker, what do you want to do?

This is not right…

“Give me some of your blood.” Ming Shu smiled tenderly.

Little Beastie shrank into a ball and began to roar.

I knew you didn’t have good intentions. Use your own blood, I won’t hurt myself, get out!

“If my blood works, I wouldn’t want yours. Come on, good boy, just give me one drop, and I’ll prepare a Man-Han full banquet for you.”

No!

Little Beastie refused very firmly. I won’t agree even if there’re 100 Man-Han full banquets.

Ming Shu coaxed it for a while, but Little Beastie resisted strongly. In the end, Ming Shu had to give up and left the room. But she didn’t take away those snacks.

Seeing Ming Shu really give up, Little Beastie then jumped into the plates and enjoyed the food. After its belly rounded, it patted its little belly and gave another look to the door.

Little Beastie put away the food left unfinished on the table into its storage space, then jumped down and rolled away to find Ming Shu.

Poop-picker, do you care about him so much?

Little Beastie jumped onto the table beside Ming Shu, sat there and looked at her.

She cared about him so much that she even forgot common sense and wanted to bleed it. Poop-picker, you’re changed! You’re no longer the poop-picker who only likes me, and you have another pet!

Ming Shu reached out to touch it and her voice was a little distant. “I was too impulsive just now.”

Little Beastie licked her fingers.

It’s not that I’m stingy. He’s just an ordinary person and has no Qi in his body. Even if I give him my blood, he might just die quicker.

“You’re right.”

Little Beastie glanced at Ming Shu and grunted inside. She actually wants to use my blood on an ordinary person, my poor poop-picker, she’s become silly recently.

Even if he can absorb it, I won’t give to him!

I am a noble beast, how can I allow my blood to blend with a common person’s blood.

…

Junjue’s condition got worse. They had tried every possible way they could think of, and the imperial physicians almost lost themselves in the medical books, but in vain.

Junjue knew very well about the tool given by the system, which was definitely not something that could be fixed by an ordinary person. So he was quite calm, and he had only one request:

Please like me before my death.

Ming Shu came in with a suit of brand-new clothes.

“I’ve been like this, what’s the difference if I change clothes.” You don’t like me anyway.

Ming Shu didn’t say anything. She immediately took off his old clothes and changed him into the new ones.

She bent over to hold him up. After these days’ torture, Junjue’s body was very weak and didn’t seem to have any weight.

It seemed Junjue didn’t want to get close to Ming Shu.

“Hold me. If you fall and ruin my things, how will you pay me?”

“With my life.” This is the only thing I’ve left anyway.

Ming Shu lowered her eyes and looked at him.

Junjue immediately was frightened. He put his arms around her neck and asked in a low voice, “Do I smell bad?”

Ming Shu complained, “You stink.”

Junjue’s face darkened. “You’d better let me off, Your Majesty.”

“Don’t move.”