QT: Against My Will

210 4.10.34 – My Origin – Dangerous Angels

During the opening day, nobody dared to create havoc, no matter how influential they were. The reason was simple. Eliaros wasn’t backed up by a single person! Nobody knew the exact details, but they realized how easy it was to build up a social bond with others. Paying for a Tianshi was like throwing money into a bottomless pit. Showing off the owners’ wealth and status mattered more than a profitable investment.

A beautiful harpist plucked gentle melodies during an eight-course meal prepared by a chef. The owner of the restaurant went more extravagant with the recipes by using the rarest ingredients. He couldn’t afford such things in his restaurant. These astronomical prices weren’t suited for the public eye.

Back at home, the person whose name rose in fame and status was currently begging on all fours before an Angel.

“I beg you, spare this old man.” Without knowing why, Angel suddenly ordered him to attack her before Ru Quan’s eyes! Hasan kowtowed again, “Please, say what this man did wrong! I will correct it right away!”

“Nothing. Continue.” As soon as Hasan reached towards her face, Bing Shi was about to strike back, but someone pulled her into his arms. She sighed, “Dear...”

She could live with nausea, but how was she going to survive the next time when a random man’s touch would awaken her memories? If she couldn’t control it, she must get used to it.

Zhao Rong was like a double-edged sword; on one side, he could help her speed up her plans; on the other side, he could destroy all her hard work with one swift move. Also, she wasn’t the only one fighting with herself...

“Enough for today.” The irritated Xuan Mu held her hand and brought her to a bathroom for a thorough clean up. He wanted to help Bing Shi with the cure, but watching how she was struggling with the attacks was unbearable. Knowing that he was not powerful enough to protect her was more than painful.

“Ah, what have you done to my kissable lips?” Bing Shi parted his bitten lips with her clean finger, not telling him to stop this bad habit of his, “Where’s is the herb chapstick I ordered specially for you?”

.....

“In my chest pocket,” he poured some oil on his hand and began to massage her legs. Strangely, she had no tan lines, meaning her beautiful olive skin tone was natural, which answered why her parents preferred her twin sister.

Bing Shi dabbed some ointment on his lips, “What if I had a fifty years old body? Would you be turned off?”

“Grow old fast so we can find out,” the corner of his mouth curved up into a smirk, “Raise your arms.”

“No, I’m never growing old,” Bing Shi raised her arms for him to put a nightgown over her head, “I’m forever young.”

After three months...

Outside of the capital city, thousands upon thousands of people were nailed and hung on the wooden crosses. This brutal and shameful execution was a message for the slaves and criminals that tried to revolt. The grunts and cries of agony brought an eerie feeling to anybody who passed by.

Bing Shi slid the curtain of the carriage window. Getting used to the corpses was one thing, seeing the scorching sun and animal feasting on the still-living humans, was another, “...”

Sitting opposite her, Zhao Rong opened a military book and switched it with the history book in her hands. “Are you angry at this prince?” He summoned this courtesan to accompany him to the neighborhood city.

“No. This subject fears,” Bing Shi started to read the strategies of war, “The same thing could happen to me.”

Zhao Rong imagined the bone-chilling image of this girl being crucified to a wooden cross. A sense of dread invaded his heart. “As long as you’re on our side, nothing will happen,” a threat escaped his mouth. The calm was replaced by the desire to hold her in his arms.

Bing Shi looked up at the towering man above her, before he could pin her against a carriage wall, she lifted her bare feet and pressed it against his chest to create some distance, “Why don’t your Highness break this subject’s legs instead of my neck?”

“This prince likes the idea; at least you won’t run away from us.” Zhao Rong let go of the ankle that was still pressing against his chest and sat down at his place. The certain dark things that appeared in his mind evaporated into nothingness.

“Your highness shall break my arms to prevent this subject from crawling away. Cut my tongue, so this subject can’t call for help. But how your highness will keep my soul intact, this subject has no idea,” Bing Shi tilted her head in contemplation as she hid her precious giggle behind her palm, “Maybe let somebody else do it in your Highness stead, so your Highness could play the role of a savior?”

“...” If he broke her apart, she’d be no more. He very much preferred her the way she was now. Despite her twisted humor, she radiated the kind of light that was able to calm his unstable mood. Zhao Rong didn’t need weak people who couldn’t even keep their eyes open during a dog fight. So why was he wasting time and money on such a person now? What more, everything was going into that Hasan’s pocket. He wasn’t sure himself. “Are these yours?” he asked, pointing at her neck.

Bing Shi looked at her golden accessories, “The rules forbid slaves to own anything, everything belongs to my master.”

“Go buy yourself a few new ones,” Zhao Rong gave her a golden token with intricate engravings and left her in the middle of the street, “This prince has some matters to attend. When done, go to the Golden bowl restaurant.”

A few moments later...

Waving away the scattered dust, Bing Shi blinked her eyes at the leaving carriage, “...”