Su Fuliu fell and hurt herself, pitifully rubbing her bottom.
Feng Muting glared at him: "You still feel pain? You heartless bastard!"
Su Fuliu was taken aback. What had he just heard? Feng Muting's words sounded like something a wronged woman would say.
The image of Feng Muting scolding him like a woman, with her fingers twirling and her hands on her hips, immediately flashed into his mind. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh.
Although his buttocks and tongue still hurt, the scene he imagined was so funny that it made him want to laugh.
Feng Muting was about to vent his anger on Su Fuliu when Su Fuliu suddenly started laughing foolishly, which left him somewhat confused.
If he knew that Su Fuliu thought of him as that woman, he would be even more furious than he is now.
"Su Fuliu!" Feng Muting roared again.
Su Fuliu's laughter stopped abruptly. He stared blankly at Feng Muting, somewhat speechless. How could he have laughed so recklessly? Now he was doomed; he had probably thoroughly angered Feng Muting.
"Your Highness, you're angry, but..." Su Fuliu couldn't continue. He couldn't possibly tell Feng Muting about the scenes he had just imagined; that would be courting death.
"Just what? Tell me!" Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu with a leisurely air. He wanted to see what this guy could say.
Su Fuliu had nothing to say, so she had to change tactics—playing the victim.
He pouted and looked at Feng Muting with a pitiful expression, his tearful appearance really startling Feng Muting, who felt a pang of sympathy.
"Your Highness, I didn't mean to make you angry. Look, you carried me all the way here, didn't you? Now that I'm all 'fat' by your side, please don't be angry, okay?"
Su Fuliu is very pragmatic. Now that Feng Muting has brought him back, he's in Feng Muting's territory, so he naturally has to submit.
Feng Muting was indeed furious. He waited and waited, but Su Fuliu never came. He had to go out and carry her back.
But seeing Su Fuliu's pitiful appearance, coupled with his accent, he felt both reluctant to laugh and wanting to laugh.
Not wanting to lose face in front of Su Fuliu, he put on a stern face and scolded, "You stay here and reflect on your actions! I'll come back later to see how well you've reflected."
After saying that, he turned and left the room.
Su Fuliu pouted and continued sitting there rubbing her bottom.
That's too fierce!
Feng Muting is really too fierce!
They want him to reflect on what?
Feng Muting went to the study, and Su Yan followed cautiously, afraid that Feng Muting's anger would affect him, an innocent bystander.
But instead, he heard a laugh.
He was stunned for a moment, thinking he had misheard, so he secretly looked up and saw Feng Muting sitting there smiling.
He rubbed his eyes and looked again, and found that he hadn't seen wrong; Feng Muting really was smiling.
"Su Yan!" Feng Muting called out.
Su Yan snapped to attention: "Yes, sir."
"Send the imperial physician to examine Su Fuliu."
“Yes…” Su Yan immediately ran away, not daring to look at this bizarre scene any longer.
The Duke of Protectorate's Mansion.
Xiao Nian looked surprised: "You mean the Prince of Thunder carried him away?"
"Yes, Prince Ting carried him back to the palace..."
"I never expected that he was actually one of King Ting's... people." Xiao Nian frowned slightly. "What a pity..."
Just then, a clear and melodious voice suddenly rang out, as sweet as a nightingale's song...
Chapter 33 The Little One Was Wrong
"elder brother!"
Then, a pretty woman in a pink dress pushed open the door and walked in.
Xiao Nian looked at her and shook her head: "Luo'er, you mustn't do this next time. You have to knock before coming in."
"Yes, yes, I was in such a hurry to see my brother that I forgot." Xiao Luo walked over and took his arm.
He looked at Xiao Luo and asked, "Are you in such a hurry to see me? What's the matter?"
Xiao Luo blushed immediately and said somewhat embarrassedly, "Brother, you're just asking the obvious..."
Xiao Nian paused slightly, then smiled as if she had remembered something: "You mean, about me taking you to see Prince Ting?"
"Hmm..." Xiao Luo nodded, blushing. "When will you take me, brother?"
"It's too late to go now. Let's wait until tomorrow morning. I'll take you to visit Prince Ting."
Xiao Luo was immediately overjoyed: "Okay, thank you, brother! I'll come see you again tomorrow!"
Xiao Nian nodded.
Xiao Luo happily skipped away.
Xiao Nian smiled, and as her eyes flickered, she had an idea.
At this moment, Su Fuliu was taking the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician. The excruciating pain he had been experiencing was now somewhat relieved.
He leaned against the headboard, thinking about how he should talk to Feng Muting when he arrived.
But then he rolled his eyes, thinking that he still had medicine in his mouth and couldn't speak.
Su Fuliu nodded, having made up her mind.
"Have you made up your mind, Su Fuliu?" Feng Muting's voice suddenly rang out.
Su Fuliu was so shocked that she almost swallowed the medicine she was holding in her mouth.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice Feng Muting's arrival.
Seeing that Feng Muting had already walked to the bedside, he was so nervous that he didn't know what to do.
"I'm asking you a question!" Feng Muting sat down.
Su Fuliu trembled: "Ugh..."
He pointed to his mouth and shook his head, indicating that he was unable to speak.
Feng Muting looked at him and noticed that his cheeks were a little swollen, probably because he had something in his mouth: "Did the physician prescribe some medicine for you to hold in your mouth?"
Su Fuliu nodded.
"Don't think that just because you can't talk now you don't have to. You've repeatedly run away from the manor without permission, and you were even bribed to try to kill me. Any one of these is enough for me to take your life."
Su Fuliu immediately grabbed his hand and shook his head. He couldn't speak, so he could only look at him with his big, watery eyes, begging for his life.
Feng Muting looked at the hand that was being held by him.
He assumed Feng Muting didn't like having his hand held, so he immediately jerked away as if he'd been electrocuted. At this moment, he absolutely couldn't upset Feng Muting any further.
"You can't speak with your mouth, but you can write with your hands, right?" Feng Muting asked again.
Su Fuliu paused for a moment, then nodded blankly.
"Go and write me a letter of self-criticism and a letter of guarantee right now," Feng Muting said.
Su Fuliu looked distressed. A letter of self-criticism and a guarantee? He hadn't written any.
How should this be written?
"Why aren't you moving?!" Feng Muting snapped.
Su Fuliu shuddered again, then pouted and got out of bed.
Feng Muting had paper and pen prepared.
Su Fuliu walked to the table and looked at the blank paper in front of him. His mind was as blank as the paper.
Feng Muting coughed lightly, and Su Fuliu was so startled that she quickly reached for the brush, thought for a moment, and then began to write.
He then began to write with great skill and quickly finished both books.
He first wrote a letter of self-criticism, which read: I was wrong.
What followed was a guarantee, which read: "I will definitely not dare to do it again."
"..." Feng Muting stood speechlessly, looking at the letter of self-criticism and guarantee written by Su Fuliu.
Before Su Fuliu could even put down his brush with satisfaction, he...
Chapter 34 Guarantee
Feng Muting slapped Su Fuliu on the back of the head: "Rewrite it!"
Of course, the slap was very light.
He was simply dissatisfied with Su Fuliu's perfunctory attitude, which only required him to write a self-criticism and a guarantee, consisting of just these two sentences.
Startled, Su Fuliu quickly put down her brush, crumpled the two pieces of paper into a ball, and discarded them.
Then he dipped his brush in ink again and picked it up, but for a long time he didn't know what to write.
"You haven't started writing for so long, it seems you don't know where you went wrong," Feng Muting said.
Upon hearing this, Su Fuliu was immediately jolted awake. Then, as if divinely inspired, she wrote a whole page of self-criticism.
Such as not being able to run away, not being able to be greedy for money, etc.
He also reflected deeply on his actions.
The subsequent guarantee naturally followed this self-criticism, guaranteeing not to run away again, guaranteeing not to be greedy for money again, and so on.
"That's more like it."
Hearing this, Su Fuliu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Feng Muting picked up the two sheets of paper he had written and glanced at them again: "It's all written clearly in this guarantee. If you dare to do it again next time, don't blame me for making you copy this guarantee for three days and three nights!"
Su Fuliu was taken aback. She should have known better than to write so many words!
No wonder Feng Muting initially found his words too perfunctory.