12: The weak need reason, but the strong only need a sword

A concubine is someone who engages in marital relations.

Of course, there are differences, but An Luoxin is fifteen, while Jun Lingxiao is five.

If she becomes his maid now, the responsibility of teaching him such knowledge in the future will fall upon her, likely unavoidable, instead of the wet nurse.

There's usually a better term for this kind of arrangement.

A child bride.

Of course, given their ages, it should probably be considered a child groom.

But no matter which it is, it doesn't change An Luoxin's fate.

That's why everyone was so shocked.

"A maid? Did I hear that right?"

"You heard right. Princess An wants to be the Divine Son's maid."

They couldn't understand. An Luoxin is a Princess of the Immortal Dynasty. Although the Immortal Dynasty is quite inferior to the Jun Family, as an Imperial Dynasty that governs the entire Central Province, there's no need for her to humble herself to be a maid.

Wouldn't it be better for her to be a follower?

After joining the Divine Son's faction, she would have a worry-free future.

But a maid is different. She would have no title, no status, nothing at all. Only someone whose brain had been kicked would choose to be a maid, right?

Even if An Luoxin wasn't a member of the Jun Family, many within the Jun Family admired her. After all, she was born with an arrogant demeanor, was the current Empress, and every word and action carried immense authority. She was a favored daughter of heaven, backed by an Imperial Dynasty, and was the next Empress, full of nobility.

But this noble future Empress was actually asking to be a maid?

A concubine maid?

It wasn't that they thought it was impossible, but everyone truly felt there was something wrong with An Luoxin's mind.

Of course, there was another possibility: she coveted the Divine Son's body.

After all, it would be perfectly legitimate for a maid to engage in such activities.

"A maid?"

Jun Lingxiao was also a little surprised.

He had been subtly aware that in this world, especially among the pillars of families like the Jun Family, taking followers was very natural.

Using Family resources to cultivate one's own power sounds great.

And as soon as he arrived, he heard people around him say that this was a Princess of an Imperial Dynasty, whom the Ten Paths of the Jun Family were fiercely competing to recruit.

This was natural, of course, as she was backed by an Imperial Dynasty, which clearly meant a huge Treasure Trove! Only a fool wouldn't compete for her.

But this maid idea was a bit strange.

A Princess wanting to serve him tea, fetch water, wash clothes, and cook?

Would she be content with that?

And her tone of voice and self-address.

Jun Lingxiao didn't know if it was his imagination, but he just felt that the woman kneeling with her head bowed in front of him was very cunning. She emphasized her noble status, then said she wanted to be his maid, creating an immense contrast.

Taking a Princess as a maid—any ordinary person, in the heat of the moment, would surely agree without a second thought. But Jun Lingxiao keenly sensed that something was amiss.

She knew how to ignite a man's desire for conquest; cunning and strategy complemented each other.

Looking at it this way, there was only one possibility.

"You have something to ask of me?"

To be honest, if Jun Lingxiao knew he had Transmigrated into a protagonist in a light novel, he would definitely accept without hesitation, playing it mindlessly.

But unfortunately, he wasn't the protagonist; he was a villain.

He had to keep moving forward, always forward, so he wouldn't be killed by some protagonist who popped out of nowhere. He couldn't relax for a moment.

Now, with a sword hanging over his head, he couldn't sleep at night; everything had to be handled with caution.

And others weren't fools; if they didn't have something to ask of him, why would a perfectly normal person humble themselves to become a maid?

Jun Lingxiao understood that someone approaching you with a purpose isn't scary; what's scary is not knowing what that person's purpose is. That's the most taboo thing.

"Yes." An Luoxin lightly pursed her red lips, her head bowed, a wider smile spreading on her face where Jun Lingxiao couldn't see.

From the moment she proposed a marriage alliance to the Jun Family, her gaze towards Jun Lingxiao was that of a future child groom.

Although the marriage fell through, one thought remained unchanged: she was very satisfied with him...

Just as Jun Lingxiao was about to inquire further, an discordant voice suddenly interjected.

"Wait! An Luoxin!"

"An Luoxin! How can you be a maid?"

Rong Junxian scurried over, glanced at Jun Lingxiao, then fixed his gaze on the kneeling An Luoxin.

As an outsider, he naturally dared not openly offend the Divine Son. His words were directed at An Luoxin.

And he had a reason.

"Divine Son, please be aware! Princess An is very close to my Young Master, and my Young Master is also extremely fond of her. This is something everyone knows..."

What Rong Junxian said was true, but everyone knew it was his Young Master who actively pursued her. Although he didn't want to step forward at this moment, he was merely a subordinate. If he left without saying anything now, his Young Master would be difficult to appease.

An Luoxin said nothing, remaining kneeling before Jun Lingxiao, her head bowed in silence.

"Princess An, speak up!"

This left Rong Junxian at a loss; none of his prepared arguments were used.

I'm waiting for you to stand up and refute, so why aren't you speaking?

Jun Lingxiao looked at the man, then at the silently kneeling An Luoxin at his feet, feeling a strange sensation.

"Is this true?" He asked, looking at An Luoxin with a strange expression.

Indeed, even though Jun Lingxiao was only five years old, with his calm and indifferent demeanor, his words didn't seem strange at all.

"It's all nonsense. My only wish is to follow the Divine Son."

An Luoxin finally spoke. As Jun Lingxiao had guessed, she was clever; from the moment she knelt, she had no intention of letting Jun Lingxiao refuse.

Her silence meant:

My master is here. How dare I speak before my master gives permission?

These words left Rong Junxian dumbfounded.

"You didn't say that before!"

"Fine, An Luoxin, I knew you had ulterior motives!"

Rong Junxian pointed a finger at An Luoxin, trembling with anger.

Although what he said was half-true, An Luoxin was indeed very close to his Young Master, as even though she was a Princess, she couldn't freely enter and exit the Jun Family.

Now everything was clear.

This woman used his Young Master! She's not a good person either!

"You've heard her. Please leave." Jun Lingxiao sighed, another drama of a goddess and her sycophant, and he had no desire to watch further.

Now Rong Junxian finally understood how terrifying An Luoxin's cunning was, but he was truly in a difficult position now.

An Luoxin was the woman his Young Master fancied. If he left now, his Young Master would surely not spare him once he found out... Thinking of this, Rong Junxian bowed, gritted his teeth, and emboldened himself to continue: "I beg Your Highness, the Divine Son, for your discernment!"

As these words fell, Rong Junxian immediately felt the five-year-old Divine Son's gaze on him change.

At this moment, he suddenly realized... That's right, although the Young Master behind him was terrifying, the person in front of him was a Divine Son hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of times more terrifying than his Young Master... "She has already denied it, yet you persist."

"I consider this a provocation to me."

Jun Lingxiao said, slowly raising the long sword in his hand.

In this world, power is paramount, but what is power used for?

Answer:

It's used for precisely this.

Then, everyone only saw a flash of sword light, and an arm flew off.

Too fast.

That sword strike was simply too fast.

So fast that Rong Junxian didn't even react. He never imagined that Jun Lingxiao would actually make a move.

Not just him, everyone present was surprised!

This five-year-old Divine Son actually dared to directly attack, even without any real reason, and severed Rong Junxian's arm!

"Ah ah ah!"

After a few moments of stunned silence, Rong Junxian finally reacted, clutching his missing left hand and screaming in agony.

Jun Lingxiao listened to his screams, his face devoid of emotion.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, he flicked the long sword in his hand, shaking off the blood, then lightly instructed the dazed Elder nearby:

"Call a physician over."