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The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (71)

Arthur hadn’t slept this well in a long time.

He had always been tormented by hunger, so even in his sleep he was always fully alert.

Recently, he’s had almost no rest, instead relying on drinking wine to get through his days.

But hugging a warm and soft body felt so good that he didn’t want to wake up.

His hands itched to hug her even more forcefully.

But in the end, he only hugged air.

Arthur jerked awake and found that there was no one but himself on the stone bed.

His sinister and indifferent expression instantly morphed into panic.

Did she rush out to escape?

But just as he reached the door, he heard broken cries of sorrow, suppressed within the darkness.

Arthur’s footsteps stiffened. He turned to look into the ancient bathroom.

The bathroom was completely made of stone and had decent sound insulation, but it couldn’t beat the excellent hearing of Blood Kin.

She went to shower again.

The ice-cold water, the dark and damp cell. It wasn’t at all a livable environment for humans.

She was in extremely terrible health.

With a bit of sense, anyone would know not to touch cold water during this time and aggravate the slipping away of their life.

So was she begging to die?

She would rather die than leave his traces on her body.

Arthur stretched out a hand to the door. With a light push, he could pull the escaped woman out.

“Dad, mom… I want to go home.”

Such an aggrieved and pitiful sentence.

The ache that poured out from her body caused Arthur’s movements to still.

“It’s so dark here, I’m scared…”

He stood before the door in that darkness, listening to her helpless and quiet weeping.

“…I won’t be tempted by him. Vampires are all my enemies.”

These words made Arthur take several steps back. A few traces of twists and struggles finally emerged on his indifferent face.

She hated Blood Kin, to the point she viewed them all as enemies.

The rebel army was no more, but there were many humans who did not live well under the Blood Kin’s rule.

He had clearly given her such a good position and life.

Everyone must envy her.

But she still couldn’t tell good from bad and foolishly continued to fight against him, because all Blood Kin were her enemies.

No. He was her enemy.

Arthur’s red pupil trembled. Finally holding back his anger, he turned and left.

If he didn’t leave, the murderous aura inherent to Blood Kin would burst out.

As a Blood Kin prince, it was impossible for him to tolerate allowing a human who joined the rebel army to live.

Letting her live until now was already the limit.

Distress?

It was merely a lowly human.

She was not worthy of his distress.

Arthur shut the heavy cell door and exited with a dark expression.

The next day, the garrison of the council of elders sent someone over.

They were responsible for bringing the rebel army to trial.

With regard to Bai Weiwei appearing at the meeting place for the rebel army, the council of elders believed that she was likely a spy hidden by the prince’s side.

If something happened to the prince, the Empire would suffer heavy losses.

Everyone attached great importance to this matter.

Arthur sat in the room, the moonlight illuminating half of his exquisite, cold face and his half-lidded eyes. The thick, long lashes cast a shadow over his lifeless eyes.

Elizabeth cautiously reported, “The council of elders has come to ask for the person.”

Arthur remained expressionless. For a moment, he was silent, before responding coldly, “Let them take her away.”

This sentence was like a knife’s edge, full of murderous spirit.

The coldblooded and cruel Prince seemed ready to snap.

He pressed down the myriad of emotions churning in his heart, not allowing himself to be the slightest bit shaken.