Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet - Chapter 188 - Deceiving Uncle Sheng (87)

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Chapter 188: Deceiving Uncle Sheng (87)

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Cough! Cough!

Shu Nuan’s voice was hoarse.

She had been locked in an iron cage for many days and experienced heavy winds and snowstorms. No one had cared if she fell ill, causing her condition to be all the more severe.

The imperial physician prescribed some medicine and ordered her to stop talking for the time being. She had to nurture her throat first.

Sheng Qianmo looked at her sleeping face. She was still so quiet, her eyelashes softly hanging down, all harmless. He liked to hear her soft voice on his neck, but now he couldn’t even talk to her.

She’d always been around him for a long time now, and he’d heard her talk a lot.

She had told him that she hadn’t done anything, so why hadn’t he believed her?

Was it because he felt forced to give his soldiers an answer, or was it because of this person A’Che that he’d lost all sense.

Even when he’d asked her if she liked him or not, she could’ve been thinking about that person.

For Sheng Qianmo, this was probably the critical point.

When he’d returned, he’d thought how he’d be punishing her, but she’d been silent and indifferent. She was bruised all over, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

Su Huang had asked him if he still wished to go this path while knowing her role as a spy.

All he knew was that he was doing as he desired.

At night, Shu Nuan woke up.

In accordance with the prince’s orders, A’Cai was chosen to serve her. When she woke up, A’Cai brought in a light meal.

Shu Nuan was hungry. She sat down and was about to stretch out her hand, when A’Cai said, “Your hands are not convenient. I will serve you to eat.”

After hearing this, Shu Nuan’s actions were a bit stiff. She looked down at her injured right hand, and after a moment’s silence, she held the chopsticks with her left hand, awkwardly and laboriously. The chopsticks fell from her hands and shook again and again. However, she ate the meal on her own.

After eating, Shu Nuan went back to bed.

She stopped and saw that her bag was still on the couch. She looked for a moment and paced slowly. She picked her bag by its strap with her left hand. She took out a book, writing brush, and paper, and put them on the table.

‘You are a slave from a vanquished kingdom. It is useless to learn much…’

Shu Nuan was holding the brush to write on the paper enthusiastically. However, her hand was shaking, and the brush continued to slip from her left hand.

Shu Nuan’s handwriting used to be very beautiful, but she couldn’t write with her left hand.

Shu Nuan hung her eyes, looking at the crooked handwriting on the white paper.

Sheng Qianmo came back and happened upon this scene of Nuan looking at a few papers and a brush on the table, lost in thought.

Sheng Qianmo walked over and reached out to pack her books on several bookshelves. Finally, Nuan slowly raised her head and looked at him with no expression.

“This Prince will have your right hand cured as soon as possible.”

Shu Nuan just gave him a look, got up, and left.

Sheng Qianmo held her waist and brought her into his arms, and he stared down at her as he said, “You told me you didn’t do it, right? Just nod your head.”

There was not much of an enthusiastic response on Shu Nuan’s end, but she was forced to look at him. Her eyes were calm, harmless, and indifferent.

“Shu Nuan.” Sheng Qianmo’s eyes were getting colder and colder. “Do you really need to act this way?”

Shu Nuan blinked her eyelashes, an indifferent emotion in her eyes.

Sheng Qianmo’s dark irises shrunk. He pinched her chin, bowed his head, and bit her lip.