Chapter 132 Washing Feet and Neck

Chapter 132 Washing Feet and Neck

Late at night, in the North.

The wind and snow outside the tent were raging wildly, causing the tent to shake violently and make a sound like the roar of a giant beast.

Such noise would have been enough to drive Pei Yunjing mad on the spot in the past.

But at this moment, a dim oil lamp was lit inside the main tent, and the air was filled with the faint scent of mugwort.

Tang Li curled up on the soft couch covered with thick fur. Even though she was holding a hot water bottle in her arms, her delicate feet were still red from the cold, and the tips of her toes even had an unhealthy bluish-purple tinge.

"Splash—"

The curtain was lifted, and a gust of cold wind slipped in through the gap, only to be quickly shut off again.

Tang Li looked up and saw Pei Yunjing carrying a steaming brass basin as he strode in.

He was still wearing that cold, hard black outfit, with the cuffs rolled up, revealing a section of his well-defined forearm covered in small scars.

"Your Highness?"

Tang Li was stunned, and made as if to get off the bed: "This kind of thing can be left to the maids..."

"Sit down."

Pei Yunjing coldly uttered two words, leaving no room for refusal.

He half-squatted down beside the bed, and then, to Tang Li's astonishment, he actually stepped back with his left leg, knelt on one knee, and steadily placed the basin of hot water at her feet.

Pei Yunjing stretched out his large hands, which were usually wielding swords and had calloused knuckles, and grabbed Tang Li's ankle without saying a word.

"Hiss—" Tang Li flinched, "It's cold..."

"You know it's cold, yet you still won't behave?"

Pei Yunjing frowned and scolded him, but did not let go.

Instead of immediately putting her feet in the water, he unbuttoned his shirt and pressed her feet, which were frozen like ice cubes, directly into his burning chest.

Tang Li froze, her cheeks instantly turning bright red:

"Your Highness...you're dirty..."

"Shut up."

Pei Yunjing closed his eyes, feeling the coolness against his heart, and the fire poison in his body strangely subsided a bit at this moment.

He cupped her feet in his large hands and rubbed them vigorously, trying to warm them with his body heat.

His movements were unusually clumsy, even awkward, but every bit of force he used was gentle.

Once her feet had regained some warmth, he placed them into the hot water filled with medicinal broth.

"Splash... splash..."

The sound of the water was crisp and clear.

Pei Yunjing lowered his head, his expression as focused as if he were polishing a rare treasure.

His fingertips gently traced the soles of her feet, sending a tingling shiver through her.

Tang Li looked at his lowered eyelashes, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Your Highness."

Tang Li spoke softly, breaking the silence of the room: "Tonight... will a fight really break out?"

The thought of Pei Yunjing's scheme during the day made her feel uneasy.

Although there are Black Armor Guards in Huifeng Valley, the Northern Rong cavalry are still quite ferocious.

Pei Yunjing paused slightly in his movements.

He slowly raised his eyelids, and in the dim light, his phoenix eyes once again revealed a terrifying dark red glow.

"Will come."

Pei Yunjing's voice was low and husky, sounding particularly out of place in the warm tent.

"At midnight tonight, a few starving rats will sneak in."

He held Tangli's smooth ankle, his fingertips applying slight pressure, his tone casual as if discussing what to eat for breakfast the next morning:

"My beloved, there is no need to worry. The winter nights in the North are too cold, and even my sword is getting cold."

He suddenly raised his head and gave Tang Li a wicked and cruel smile:

"Perfect, I'll borrow the necks of a few Northern Rong bastards and use their hot blood to warm my blade."

His hands were moving with the utmost tenderness as he washed her feet, washing away the frost from her body.

The words that came out of his mouth were extremely bloody; he was planning to kill, to cleanse his enemy's neck.

This stark contrast made Tang Li's heart tremble.

She looked at the man kneeling at her feet.

He can give all his tenderness to one woman, or he can give all his cruelty to the whole world.

"Then... Your Highness, please be careful."

Tang Li sighed softly, then boldly stretched out a foot and gently stepped on his palm. "If the knife isn't warm enough, I won't be stroking your fur."

Pei Yunjing's Adam's apple bobbed as she stepped on him, and the murderous intent in his eyes was instantly replaced by a dark look.

He suddenly gripped her foot tightly and pulled her into his arms.

"rest assured."

He lowered his head, his thin lips brushing against her toes, his voice possessing a magnetic quality that could make one's legs go weak:

"I... will definitely return with that centurion's head to keep you company on New Year's Eve."

Just then, the sound outside the tent suddenly turned shrill.

Faintly, a muffled sound, like a sharp blade slicing a throat, could be heard from afar.

Pei Yunjing's ears twitched. His senses were overloaded, and this subtle sound was like a thunderclap from a clear sky to him.

"They're here."

He put Tang Li's feet down, but did not get up immediately.

Instead, he took a dry towel from the side and patiently wiped the water off her feet inch by inch before tucking them into the thick animal skin blanket.

After finishing all this, Pei Yunjing slowly stood up.

At that moment, the gentleness around him melted away like ice and snow, replaced by a world-destroying killing intent that could subdue an army and terrify the enemy.

He grabbed the "Delusion-Slaying" sword that was standing beside the bed with his other hand.

"Stay put."

He patted Tang Li's head, his tone regaining its coldness, "I'll be right back."

Having said that, he lifted the tent flap and stepped into the dark night filled with carnage.

The crimson battle robe flashed by in the wind and snow, like a blood-red rose blooming on the road to the underworld.