To obtain the heart of a baby buffalo, Caiyan dug five deep pits in the vast grasslands.
Wild buffalo, even females, exceeded 2 meters in size, but the calves were much smaller.
He dug small and deep pits that adult buffalo couldn’t fall into, and then archers shot arrows continuously while knights on horses drove the herd in one direction.
Once the hundreds in the herd started running, they couldn’t turn back.
Like soldiers marching in formation, those that tried to stop or turn back were pushed forward by the huge horns of their kin behind them.
When a calf fell into a pit and its mother cried out sorrowfully, looking back, she was pushed and dragged along by the herd.
After the drive, luckily, two calves were trapped in the pits, so Caiyan quickly roped them and loaded them onto a prepared cart before the buffalo herd’s leader could return.
Even the elite soldiers who had observed Caiyan’s military achievements up close for five years admired the neatness of the hunt.
To Caiyan, even such an undertaking seemed not too difficult.
In every endeavor, there is a primary goal.
If shedding blood was unavoidable in achieving it, Caiyan believed one must push through, but for tasks where the essence could be extracted indirectly, there was no need to risk the lives of elite knights.
Caiyan’s undefeated status was due to his exceptional skills in both military and civil matters.
And he assured himself that he would not fail in the future either.
Just as he had always done.
After feeding Clodel the hearts of two baby wild buffaloes, her symptoms of coughing up blood disappeared within a day, and by the third day, she stopped coughing altogether.
Her continued unconsciousness was probably due to the toll the severe illness had taken on her body, needing rest.
However, Caiyan wasn’t overly concerned about her not waking up.
He was confident that he would not fail in saving her.
His mental world was inaccessible to ordinary people.
Even bringing someone back from the brink of death seemed almost within his divine capabilities.
Having saved Clodel, his slightly shaken confidence and identity returned to their original state.
In Caiyan’s presence, it was he who should decide whether to save or forsake a life.
He had snatched a woman deemed beyond saving from the god of death.
That was the Lord of Temnes, Caiyan himself.
Now, considering the future heir he would eventually raise, Caiyan was determined to maintain order in the castle and made an effort to have at least one meal a day with Clodel in her room.
“Usually, when I’m this busy, it’s enough just to fill my stomach.”
Having spent five years on the battlefield, he was a highly practical man.
Before marriage, when extremely busy, he would quickly devour a sandwich with ham, cheese, and meat in his office.
“Not appreciating this kindness. Such an unperceptive woman.”
Caiyan dined with Clodel every day for her dignity and recovery.
Meanwhile, his gaze often drifted to her face.
Clodel, recovering from her illness, was like a green bud moistened by the dawn dew, coming back to life.
Her previously pale skin regained color, and her cheeks, once hollowed out, filled out nicely.
But what caught his attention the most were her lips.
Her pale pink lips had turned a vivid crimson, intriguing him.
Clodel’s small and pretty lips moved busily as she ate.
Caiyan found it amusing to watch her eat the tiny pieces he cut for her, unable to take his eyes off.
Once, when their eyes met after she emptied her plate, he awkwardly cut more meat for her, but it was too big for her small mouth. He had to cut and cut again before it was small enough for her to eat.
Each mealtime, as Clodel grew healthier and more beautiful, Caiyan thought it felt somewhat like raising a pet.
Not that he had ever raised one.
Seeing her eat well and visibly improving was certainly gratifying.
Knock, knock.
The butler entered, knocking on the door of the office.
“Lord, where will you have your meal today?”
When the butler asked whether he would go to Clodel’s room or have a light meal in the office, Caiyan stood up.
“I’ll dine with Clodel.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
As they walked down the corridor, the butler informed him.
“Madam had dance practice this morning.”
“Dance?”
“Yes. The dance instructor you requested came for the first time today. The doctor said moderate exercise would aid in recovery, so I quickly searched for a suitable person within the territory.”
“Well done.”
However, upon arriving at Clodel’s room, Caiyan’s eyes instantly furrowed in disapproval.
“What on earth is she doing now?”
The Male lead Always Seduces Her with His Beauty (Matriarchy)
Xin Jiao Zhou is the leader of the world’s premier sect. She has just experienced betrayal from all sides, was poisoned in an assassination attempt, and faced death squad attacks while the poison was taking effect. After finally clearing out the scum from her sect, she was drugged again while trying to detoxify.
After waking up from a night of unconsciousness, she gained a “beautiful and kind-hearted” husband.
Xin Jiao Zhou: “???”
He fell ill.
She came to see him, bringing breakfast.
As she put down the breakfast and was about to leave, his hand slipped while holding the spoon. “Clank!”
She turned around upon hearing the noise.
He looked up at her, his eyebrows drooping: “My hand… has no strength.”
“Shall I… feed you?” she asked tentatively.
He opened his mouth cheerfully: “Ah—”
Thinking she was drowning, he jumped in without hesitation to save her, but nearly drowned himself. In the end, it was she who swam over to rescue him, giving him air underwater.
After emerging from the water, his ear tips turned red. He lightly brushed his cheek, tucking his sideburns behind his ear, revealing delicate, pink-tinged ear tips. He lowered his gaze, too embarrassed to look at her.
Xin Jiao Zhou: He’s truly beautiful, kind-hearted, and adorable.
A certain someone when disciplining subordinates behind the scenes: “If they don’t obey, just kill them.”
What’s that? She might already have someone she cares about in her heart? A certain someone: Find out who it is, kill them, and then there won’t be anyone.
What? She met a man by the riverside? What? That man even hurt her? A certain someone: Whichever hand hurt her, chop off his entire arm.
Love at first sight without realizing it, gradually falling in love, slowly getting closer…
Family and national grudges, schemes and desires, good and evil, crime and punishment, she and he face the future together, seeking justice with passion!
A naturally dark female lead who could accidentally destroy the world but is actually an honest person VS a weak, pitiful, and helpless but skilled fighter, beautiful white-cut black male lead
My heart is not of stone, how steadfast is your love? — Tao Yuanming “Imitating the Ancients (No. 3)”
— Reading Guide —
Cold female lead & dramatic black lotus with hidden yandere traits male lead
