This turtle-like aura is really intimidating.

But...

I finally caught the fleeting thought from before.

"Hehe, Your Highness, rest assured, I will immediately offer my blood to your beloved."

With that, I grabbed the dagger from the table and charged straight at Yang Junjie.

"What are you doing?"

Yang Junjie kept retreating, his face full of fear, until he had nowhere else to go.

I grabbed his wrist and swiftly gave him a cut.

"Didn't Your Highness want me to offer blood? Look, there's plenty, is it enough?" If it's not enough, I can make another cut.

I took a cup and filled it to the brim.

Seeing the eagerness in my eyes, Yang Junjie hurriedly said, "It's enough, it's enough." Only then did I release him, his face pale, and instead, I held a cup of warm blood and poured it directly into the weak Lin Xuer's mouth on the bed.

The pungent smell made Lin Xuer continuously gag and struggle.

I forcefully suppressed her, pinched her nose, and mercilessly forced her to finish the whole cup before letting go.

"Lin Yanran, were you pretending earlier?" Yang Junjie weakly leaned against the edge of the bed, completely ignoring his forced pale face, persistently seeking an answer.

I knew what he was asking.

However, I already had a solution in mind, so I simply nodded and admitted, "I didn't pretend, I really can't defy your orders."

"Didn't you just order me to immediately offer blood to your Xuer? How come? Did I not fulfill it?"

Yang Junjie: ...

Thanks to the previous host for allowing me to understand the profoundness of the Chinese language.