Peerless Spoiled Consort: Evil Emperor, Very Arrogant - Chapter 3
In the midst of darkness, Wan couldn’t discern the man’s visage, but the unmistakable sound of clinking chains reached her ears.
Was this man truly bound, concealed beneath the depths of this desolate cliff?
Upon hearing the man’s voice, the little black cat promptly transformed into wisps of smoke, retreating hastily into Wan’s body. This man posed a perilous threat!
“Are you in chains?” Wan paid no heed to his tone, her mind fixated on one thought alone: this man could offer her aid. All she required was his liberation from restraint.
“Hmm? Are you referring to these minor restraints?” The man in the obscurity jingled the chains, his voice resonating with magnetism within the cavern’s obscurity. “I suppose so.”
“I’ll set you free… but you must rescue me,” Wan stammered, struggling to articulate her words. Trembling from the cold and agony, her body temperature plummeted dangerously low, and her battered form, marred by severe injuries, teetered on the brink of collapse.
The man concealed in darkness remained silent, seemingly taken aback that this half-life girl would utter such a proposition.
‘Silence implies consent,’ Wan reasoned, recognizing that she had no alternatives. Thus, she gambled on this slender chance.
As she groped through the darkness, she leaned upon the man and extracted a slender pin from her hair. She was a physician, not a thief, but that fool had once demonstrated this technique to her. Uncertain of her ability to execute it successfully, she proceeded with caution.
Wan’s dainty hands reached for the chains as she fumbled in the dark. From a medical standpoint, she could sense that this man possessed an extraordinary physique.
Exerting the last shreds of her energy, Wan attempted to free the man with her limited skills. She had never felt so inept in her life.
After exhaustive efforts, she finally managed to unfasten one of the chains. This endeavor left her gasping for breath as she grappled to retain consciousness.
“As you wished,” the man finally spoke, an enigmatic smile gracing his face, his deep, masculine voice resonating throughout the cave.
Before she could react, a series of clicking sounds echoed around her. He had liberated himself from the remaining three shackles, and she felt a surge of warmth as he enfolded her in his arms.
Gently hoisting her up, he bore her weight as they advanced toward the faint light.
Beyond the cave’s entrance, the rain continued to fall incessantly.
Although the weather was overcast, daylight was sufficient to unveil his exquisite countenance. The man’s high cheekbones accentuated his face, and his lengthy, silken hair casually cascaded down. Raindrops meandered down his neck, accentuating his remarkable features.
The man gazed upward at the sky, and sensing her gaze upon him, he inclined his head slightly, violet eyes narrowing as a smile graced his lips.
Wan observed him indifferently, her countenance devoid of emotion. Raindrops fell upon her pallid cheeks as she maintained her composed watch.
He arched an eyebrow. Her remarkably calm demeanor was a refreshing departure from the norm.
For the first time, someone had not reacted with fear and panic upon meeting his gaze.
“Aren’t you afraid?” he inquired in his deep, husky voice.
“I’m on the verge of death,” Wan reminded him matter-of-factly. Her dark eyes locked onto his violet ones, devoid of desperation or fear, instead displaying a clear, resolute gaze, as if the impending death she referred to did not pertain to her own fate.