Chapter 4: Who Is You Thinking of?

The hall was dead silent for a long time. Zhou Zhong was sweating coldly and could not wait to bury his head in his clothes.

His Majesty had promised the position of Zhao Yi. what a great honor! This girl refused just like that!!

Xie Jie's face suddenly went cold, staring at the top of her hair, eyes as obscure as frost. Half a long time, he suddenly smiled.

"Justice?"

The sound of his footsteps, as if he was knocking on Aghia's heart, made her hold her breath.

"What kind of justice do you want?"

His fingers clamped tightly her chin, forcing her to look straight into his eyes, the curve of his lips seemingly smiling, his tone full of hostility.

The white skin was so delicate that with a little effort, ambiguous red marks could be imprinted on it.

Aghia raised her head, biting her lower lip, white teeth against the red lips, moist as a fruit to be picked.

Her eyes were misty with tears, but she refused to be tamed. The stubborn look invited Xie Jie's desire to conquer more and more.

Xie Jie stared at Aghia's pretty face, her tossing and sobbing appearance was already in his mind, and his eyes were slightly deep.

Such a beauty should be chained to her ankles, trapped in a golden cage, submissive to his possession.

Xie Jie stared at her, the knot of his throat rolled, his eyes slightly deep.

If she bent over backwards for glory and wealth, he would find it boring. But when she really refused, he was unhappy.

Aghia knew in her heart. She suppressed the trembling of fear in her body and was very obedient, except for those bright eyes filled with unyielding stubbornness.

She did not say anything. But when the loose hair brushed the back of his hand, Xie Jie could not help but dazzled for those eyes.

He withdrew his hand, his brow furrowed slightly, and looked towards the hall. When he reached the magistrate kneeling beside him, he suddenly snapped and drew the sword of a guard.

Puff!

With a flash of snow-white blade, the yamen's lapis lazuli tiles were then splattered with blood. The old magistrate's eyes opened round and turned his head slowly in disbelief, and before he could see the monarch's expression, he fell to the ground.

"A mediocre official, victimize the people, death is not enough."

Xie Jie pulled out his sword, flicked the blood on it, deliberately let one of the drops fly to the side of Aghia's face. He looked down and appreciated the sword, seemingly carelessly talked to Aghia, but the aura in his tone was so strong that make people’s heart trembled.

"Is this justice beauty satisfied?"

The magistrate was dead!

Aghia's pupils shrank slightly and her face turned pale.

The magistrate had colluded with the Shen Family and was unworthy of being an official - but she had never imagined that Xie Jie would kill him so neatly.

Aghia couldn't help but feel frightened, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Xie Jie's violence frightened her.

But right now, there was no way to stop.

Aghia took a deep breath, closed her eyes, calmed her heart, and bowed her head again.

What she wanted was lives of the Shen Family people!

Xie Jie narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a while. Then suddenly he smiled, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

He threw the sword in his hand back into the guard's arms and glanced at Aghia, his tone light and inaudible: "I forgot, you are suing ... "

"The second son of the Shen Family, was mentioned by Military Region Commander Shen during the reception a few days ago." Zhou Zhong hurriedly stepped forward, signaling people to dispose of the corpse, while eagerly answering the words. His face unchanged, obviously used to seeing such scenes.

Xie Jie chuckled, looking askance at Aghia, his voice low and cool: "Reward thirty lashes, and ask Lord Shen if he knows the good thing his good son did."

Thirty lashes.

Aghia pursed her lips, her eyes slightly dark.

Too light! In previous life, he killed Liu Nu. She wanted him to pay for his life!

But now, she had to stop at the right time.

Aghia paused to remove the sadness from her eyes, and her tone took on some genuine gratitude as she bowed towards Xie Jie: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Even though this time was her plan, Xie Jie's action was also guided by her step by step.

But it was also true that he had done justice for Liu Nu. Xie Jie deserved this thank you.

Xie Jie played with the red plum taken out of her hair, picked up her chin, and looked at her, smiling, his voice filled with the arrogance of a superior: "Thank you? It’s not sincere."

His obscure eyes, like a beast slowly preparing to hunt, were high and full of the arrogance of a man who was bound to win.

Aghia was so intimidated by his aura that she couldn't help but tighten her fingertips and tremble slightly.

She couldn't help but recall the memory of Xie Jie's gaze when she was dancing in the snow.

It was so hot and strong that she wanted to run away but only can be in his arms.

Xie Jie also found her lost in thought. His curve of the mouth pressed down, the eyes cold.

The red plum between his fingers swept ambiguously across her cheeks from Aghia's slender neck, from the bottom up, and gently swept down with inexplicable profane intimacy.

The red petals swept across the pink and white skin, itching and soft.

It's like a lover's intimate touch, but also like a submissive play.

Aghia's breathed heavily, her eyes moistened as she was teased by the plum branch and subconsciously lifted her jaw.

Her body, driven by memory, had already shown submission to Xie Jie.

Xie Jie's breathing also heaved a few points, and the slow speed of the plum branch, instead of his hand, slid to the beauty's collarbone and picked open the collar.

Aghia shuddered violently, her ears burning, and her eyes moistening.

Xie Jie gave a light laugh, slowly withdrew the plum branch. He leaned down, naturally pressed himself to her ear, exhaled hot breath onto her white earlobe, and watched with satisfaction as the earlobe became red, with a few hints of teasing in his voice, and also like a threat, not allowing her to avoid.

"In my presence, who is you thinking of?"