Emperor And I ✔️

Like Her, But Uglier

Chapter 41

Princess Wei Li Lian
Princess Le-anne
Military Grounds Camp

The first thing she recognized was the rich captivating scent of viburnum flowers. She languorously stretched herself on where she lay and opened her eyes to an aphotic lit room. Finally she had rested, something she had desired most.

Silk material caressed her skin as she sat up. She looked around and saw a lamp by her bedside, and a large bronze censer in the middle of the room that released the viburnum scent which was so relaxing and enticing. Few mahogany cabinets stuck to the wall; they did not appear to be ones meant to store clothes in.

"Is she awake yet?" the Grand General's husky voice jolted her, coming from the outside.

"No, My Lord," a man responded.

'How insolent! Seems like the General had placed someone to guard me from leaving.' She bit her thumb nail, considering what to do next.

"Any problems caused?" Grand General asked.

"Nothing since you left, My Lord."

She clambered to the floor and ran in snaky circles before darting next to the door where she exerted herself against the wall. She heard a few footsteps nearing then held her breath. This was the man who had almost killed her earlier. She had to survive.

The doors opened to the outside and as soon as someone entered, she pounced on him with intent to knock him out. Swiftly, he turned around and took hold of her in his arms. He securely huddled her small body while her feet wiggled in the air. She wrestled against him to put her down and it was like he hesitated for a moment before slamming her to the floor.

"Owh…" she grimaced, her back shuddering from acute pain. She wreathed around the floor and helplessly rubbed her sensitive back.

"Was that necessary?" the Grand General ridiculed her though sounding amazed, as he towered over her. He wore white silks that were traced by gold intrinsic embroidery. His front hair was pulled together and tied at the back, letting the rest of his lengthy hair fall freely past his shoulders.

"Worth a try," she moaned and squinted her eyes closed, still under intense pain.

"Come here," he offered and bent to lift her up in bridal style. His divine ylang ylang scent intoxicated her, making her toes curl. His damp hair feathered her cheeks which meant that he was probably coming out from taking another bathe.

"Did you bathe again?" she asked curiously, looking up at him.

He smiled. "Did you want to join?"

Her cheeks flushed and she was thankful for the dimness of the room to hide this unacceptable weakness of hers. He carefully let her down on the bed and naturally pushed the skirt of his robes aside, seating himself beside her. Every movement of his was engrossed with a sense of class.

"Hmm?" he looked down at her. "Did you want to join?"

"Of course not," she blunt out rejected.

"What a shame," his hand inclined to touch her and instinctively, she held him up to stop him. After what had happened earlier, she was more alert for her life around him. But it seemed like to him personal space was something she had no entitlement to for he always hovered over her whenever she was in his presence.

"You almost killed me earlier," she accused.

"You just passed out," he said it like it was no big deal. Magnetic hazel-brown eyes watched her like she was the most captivating art piece before him, though she felt far from it.