Two Dragons (2.1)

She had just pushed the door open, but the rotten stench intensified manyfold. It was also mixed with an unknown fragrance and the smell of blood. Even though Mu Wanwan was somewhat mentally prepared, she couldn't help but slightly pale.

The large room was lit with warm lamps, as silent as could be. Mu Wanwan looked at the heavy bed curtains that were painted with complicated patterns not far away, and her palms started sweating slightly——

The tyrant was behind these bed curtains.

According to her memory, after being frightened to tears by the tyrant the first time, the original Mu Wanwan would only sleep on a chair with her clothes huddled around her even after being forced into the room in the following nights.

Mu Wanwan had already thought about what she would do when she was in the ancestral hall.

She had unfortunately already become a female supporting character with a tragic end, so she could only accept the reality of it. According to the sporadic fragments of the novel that she could remember, the tyrant would eventually wake up.

Mu Wanwan had also considered running away, but according to the original body's memory, this continent was very, very dangerous. Cultivators and monsters coexisted, and the original body only had feeble wood-based powers—her combat ability was about 0.

In this continent, there was no law that could ensure her personal safety. In addition, the tyrant had countless enemies, and she had married into the tyrant's manor in full view of everyone. If she ran away, even if she wasn't discovered by Ao Qin, she would only be faced with death upon getting out.

Now, there was only one road in front of her—to stay obediently by the tyrant's side and take care of him. She would then quickly make herself scarce when he awoke, and not get in the way of his lovey-dovey time with the heroine. This way, she might just be able to live.

Although she had already made up her mind, when she actually walked to the bedside and lifted the bed curtains with trembling hands, she was still shocked by the miserable state of the person before her——

A creature that could no longer be called human lay on the jade bed. His torso was naked and crisscrossed with scars; terrible lines spread across his arms and face. His lower body was a long dragon's tail, which was rotten from halfway down. The tail was half broken, and its small tip was gone.

His eyes were tightly shut. Half of his face seemed to have been corroded by something or other; though it wasn't rotten, it was so ugly that one couldn't bear looking directly at it. There were two hideously terrifying grotesque broken horns on what should have been a smooth forehead.

In addition, some withered scales would appear from time to time on the exposed parts of the tyrant's body. The bed was in a horrendous mess from his bloodstains, meandering on the bed and dripping to the floor. Mu Wanwan's sharp eyes also caught sight of some small black things that might be parasites crawling around on his wounds.

She couldn't help taking two steps back; when she recovered herself, her forehead was already covered in a cold sweat.

She really did not expect that the tyrant's appearance would be worse than the one in the original body's memory.

Clearly, in the novel, though the tyrant was disabled, ugly and comatose, there was someone waiting on him every day at the time when the female supporting character and heroine married in. But now…

Mu Wanwan glanced at the shocking wounds on his body, the broken horns and rotten tail, then recalled the maid, Fuliu's attitude earlier, and suddenly felt a little sympathetic to this great villain who was once the overbearing master of the continent.

The moment he was defeated, he was left to his own devices. The dragon was thrown in a lonely room; nobody cared, and nobody asked. While in a coma, he was saddled with a talentless wife to counteract his ill-fortune. When he finally woke up, because the incomparably beautiful dragon had lost his tail and broke his horns, he had been repeatedly despised by the woman he loved. This woman even cuckolded him with his best friend, but the problem was that he never found out…

This… was too miserable. It was just simply wretched.

Mu Wanwan glanced sympathetically at the dragon that lay comatose on the bed. Perhaps because of her sympathy, his appearance actually seemed less terrible.

She looked at the dirty blood that had pooled under him, and no longer hesitated. Searching through her memories, she found a few clean handkerchiefs. She wanted to get someone to bring some hot water, but after searching through the entire sleeping quarters, she didn't find a single servant on night duty. So, she had no choice but to run to the special water storage outside the sleeping quarters, fetch a basin of cold water, and return to the room.