Chapter 114: Saving the Tsundere Ruthless Blood Hunter 09

The general layout of the castle, Chu Tang had already memorized it, and because of Jin Chen's warning, no one stopped him.

In Woerke's castle, there were many abused humans, as well as correspondence between Woerke and some nobles and the Demonic Party.

Chu Tang used the Chu family's secret letters to stay in contact, giving them all the information he had gathered, but later he discovered something was off.

The Chu family's attitude was off; they didn't seem to want to find Woerke's weakness or leverage, but rather seemed to have some friendly attitude.

A Blood Hunter family wanting to make peace with the vampire clan—how ironic.

But the clan head clearly said earlier that the clue to the culprit who harmed my parents was hidden in the castles of several noble princes by the Secret Party; why is there none in Woerke's castle, not even Jin Chen's?

Jin Chen's castle is even so clean it's frightening, with no letters or clues of any contact with others.

Because he despises humans, there isn't even a trace of bloodlust in the castle.

After checking a few rooms, Chu Tang found it boring, sat on the garden swing, and spaced out.

The environment here is superb, the flowers bloom passionately, the air is filled with fragrance, occasional breezes blow by; the youth sitting there looks as beautiful as the flowers.

Sitting on the swing, Chu Tang unconsciously lifted his gaze to look at a certain window on the upper floor.

He knew that was Jin Chen's bedroom.

Xisen passed by the garden, preparing to deliver the invitation to the rose banquet given by Houston, when he saw Chu Tang in that dazed state.

As a qualified and excellent steward, one must learn to perceive the master's and the master's beloved's feelings, and also resolve crises.

He thought briefly, put on a polite smile, and walked toward Chu Tang.

"Young Master Chu, good morning."

Chu Tang nodded politely, "Steward Xisen, what do you need?"

"This is a letter sent by the King; I have some matters still pending—could you trouble yourself to deliver it to His Highness?"

"I won't go."

Chu Tang instinctively refused, his fingertips unconsciously gripping the rope.

"It won't take much of your time; His Highness will wake up soon, he's probably still resting—just need to leave it at the door."

"Then give it to me."

Chu Tang ultimately couldn't refuse again.

He jumped down from the swing and took the letter from Xisen.

——

Jin Chen was indeed still resting, but not asleep; he was circulating his Spiritual Power to quickly dispel the effects of the forbidden drug on this body.

In a few days we have to go to Mingshi Island; if we're still in the weak period, how can we protect our wife?

【Host, Little Pitiful One has been at your door for nearly three minutes.】

0731 reminded him.

Jin Chen opened his eyes, withdrawing his Spiritual Power.

He raised his hand and waved; the door slowly opened.

He looked at Chu Tang outside the door, his tone puzzled yet smiling.

"Are you watching me rest, coming to act as a door god?"

"……The letter from King Houston for you."

Chu Tang pressed his lips, averted his gaze as if avoiding, walked a few steps closer, placed it on the stand by the door, and was about to turn and leave.

"Wait."

Jin Chen sensed something off, waved his hand again, and closed the door.

"You're not happy? What's wrong?"

【0731。】

【I also don't know, host; Little Pitiful One isn't in danger in the castle, so I didn't watch him.】

"I'm not unhappy! Don't talk nonsense."

Chu Tang raised his voice a bit, his gaze somewhat evasive, with some stubbornness, refusing to meet Jin Chen's eyes.

Hiss……something's off, way too off.

Jin Chen silently lamented, with his own warning, no servant in the castle should dare provoke Chu Tang, and Woerke couldn't possibly get in—could it be because of me?

His eyes narrowed slightly, he suddenly covered the wound that was almost healed, his tone softened: "I feel a bit unwell."

Chu Tang's gaze instantly locked; he wanted to speak but held back, his eyes filled with worry, and he only said:

"Serves you right, who let you be so indiscreet."

"Where am I indiscreet? I clearly have plenty!"

Jin Chen frowned dissatisfied, coughed softly twice, and muttered quietly.

"If you had no discretion, you should be lying in bed right now."

"Jin Chen!"

Upon hearing that, Chu Tang felt both embarrassed and angry, and immediately spoke up to interrupt him.

"Cough cough cough……don't glare at me; when you glare, I feel unwell."

Jin Chen leaned against the headboard, the thin blanket slipped to his waist, his dark sleepwear somewhat disheveled, indeed looking extremely weak.

This doesn't look at all like when we first met, the vampire prince who dragged me away over a disagreement.

Chu Tang pressed his lips tight, approached the bedside, "The dagger wound isn't deep—do you really need to look like this?"

"My heart hurts too, you actually treat me like this."

His tone was pitiful.

"Then let me have a look."

"No."

Jin Chen blinked; his wound was almost healed—showing it to his wife would be letting the cat out of the bag.

He grabbed Chu Tang's arm and pulled him gently into his embrace.

"Give me a hug."

Chu Tang's body stiffened again; he was quite unused to this embrace. "Don't you blame me?"

His tone was a little hesitant as he asked that.

"Huh? Blame you?"

Jin Chen was genuinely puzzled now; he put a little space between them, met Chu Tang's gaze, and asked, "Blame you for what?"

"I... I stabbed you."

Chu Tang gave a slight pout. "But it's only because you were unreasonable first that I acted."

Having opened up, Chu Tang lowered his gaze and continued to share his thoughts.

"You brought me back to the castle and said you wouldn't treat me as a blood slave, and I believed you—but then you drank my blood and groped me; I don't like that."

Chu Tang's voice grew softer and softer, melting Jin Chen's heart.

He hurriedly patted his wife's head. "All right, all right, it's my fault—I shouldn't have been so impatient. If you don't want it from now on, I won't drink your blood."

"Just don't do the things you don't like, okay?"

This time Chu Tang didn't resist Jin Chen's gesture, lifted his head, and said, "Then keep your word."

"Of course."

Jin Chen indulgingly embraced the youth, his tone extremely gentle.

Chu Tang turned his gaze away again; Jin Chen wasn't angry and inexplicably regained a bit of resolve, pulling his hand away.

"I told you not to grope! Your wound isn't healed yet—hurry up and finish reading the letter and rest!"

"That letter is for you—it's the admission ticket to the Nether Slaughter Island selection."

Jin Chen rubbed his temples; he had a slight headache.

Spiritual Power Repair wasn't complete; the aftereffects of forcibly stopping it were gradually surfacing.

He lay down again, turned to look at Chu Tang, and said, "Stay and keep me company."

Jin Chen had now become quite adept at playing the victim.

"Every time I sleep alone, I don't even know how old I am."

Chu Tang turned his head. "No way I'm keeping you company—hurry up and sleep!"

Jin Chen still wanted to say something, but waves of pain surged up; he could only close his eyes, furrow his brows, fall into sleep, as spiritual power circulated through his limbs.

The room was very dim; only a faint light spilled from the window, scattering inside and casting angular shapes that flickered faintly.

In the ornate coffin, Jin Chen closed his eyes and slept; his sharp, cold handsome face lurked in the gloom, making one unable to resist the urge to explore.

Chu Tang said he wouldn't keep him company, but in fact, after Jin Chen closed his eyes, he merely curled up on the soft plush sofa beside the bed, silently watching him, wondering what he was thinking.