I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

inded and cute maidservant to attract those with special preferences and who liked to read smut.

As for Mu Wanwan, she felt that her original role was simply created just so that the heroine, Bai Shuiyao, could hook up with Ao Qin.

A smut novel like that with no logic to speak of did not explain the reason for Mister Long’s injury at all.

Previously, Mu Wanwan had not given much thought about the logic and plot of the original novel, but now, seeing Mister Long suffer again and again, and having lived in this world for some time herself, she gradually realised that…

This place here was not cold, unfeeling words, it was a complete world, and the people here had feelings—they could cry, could laugh, and could feel pain.

Mister Long was so as well.

She didn’t know what kind of injuries he had, what he had done, and why he was called a tyrant.
She had never seen him do evil, but saw him get betrayed and be abandoned, and his wretched and miserable state that got worse each time.

Mu Wanwan looked at the pale Mister Long and reached out to smooth out the folds between his brows.

But he was in too much pain such that his sharp brows remained tightly furrowed, and his lips bruised.

Mu Wanwan was very upset, but she could only force herself to keep calm.
If possible, she even wanted to channel her spiritual energy directly into Mister Long’s body.
However, she didn’t know Mister Long’s elemental attribute, and channelling spiritual energy with opposing attributes would not only not help but would also worsen things.

Mu Wanwan wasn’t in the mood to do the laundry anymore.
She just sat by the bed, and while paying attention to his condition, scoured the spiritual energy within her to nurture several Bixing grass seedlings to maturity, holding the fruits in her hand and observing his appearance at all times.

As long as there is the slightest sign of him vomiting blood, she would feed him a Baizhen fruit or a Bixing grass fruit.

She toiled like this all the way till night-time.
It was only then that Mister Long seemed to be a little better— at least, he hadn’t vomited blood for about three hours, and Mu Wanwan relaxed a little.

It was also fortunate that she was now at Rank 2.
The spiritual energy within her was now more than three-fold, and it was only because of that that she could cultivate so many spiritual plants.
It’s just that she didn’t know how severe Mister Long’s injuries were, and as they now had a limited amount of elixirs and spiritual fruits, she had to quickly earn money and spirit stones.