I just covet their strength

Chapter 5 is just part of my play

Without any hesitation, Westhead picked up the silver-haired princess and started dancing with Lesia.

However, rather than saying it was a dance, a more appropriate description is Westhead's solo. The man just hugged Lesia tightly and danced casually.

It does not belong to any kind of palace dance, it just rotates according to the rhythm of the mood.

It's just that the man's movements are too confident and generous, making this dance incredibly elegant and calm.

After Westhead danced and brought the sin-blooded princess to the dance floor, everyone else could no longer remain indifferent and cast a surprised look at this ridiculous scene.

No matter how busy the place is, you have to stay away - no one wants to get close to the cursed dirty bloodline, it is something that should not exist in existence.

The entire giant square has become a stage for Westhead and Lesia.

"Why is that bastard here?"

"Where's Konoe? Why don't you drive her out!"

"Is Mr. Qinghui holding that bastard? How could he do such a thing?"

"I've heard that Qinghui Gong doesn't care about meat or vegetables, but no matter how you look at it, this is too abnormal."

"Perhaps he is interested in the identity of the princess? After all, even if he is a bastard, he is still the highest-level bastard."

Contempt, confusion, disgust, mockery. All kinds of looks and whispers came at her without any scruples. Leixia listened to those unbearable voices, looked at the dreamy and handsome face close at hand, and whispered:

"By doing this, Duke Qinghui is about to oust himself from the aristocratic circle."

"Do you care about their sight? Or their words?"

The silver-haired princess shook her head: "I'm used to it, but you shouldn't do this."

Westhead saw this and smiled: "Why not? Have you done anything to deserve blame?"

Leixia: "My birth is original sin. Many people died because of me, their parents, children, brothers and sisters."

"So what does this have to do with you?! Being born is a sin? I don't agree with such a ridiculous thing."

The handsome young man said loudly, as if he was emphasizing something:
"In the final analysis, it's just a case of bullying someone who is afraid of being bullied. They don't dare to vent their anger on the real enemy, but they team up to bully a little girl!"

"Those superficial people who can't see your beauty! Those mediocre people who can't sense your charm! What right do they have for me to care about what they think?"

"Praise and ridicule, worship and hatred are all the same. I don't care!"

Westhead just wants to gain Lesia's favor and strive to share her opponent's T0 talent as soon as possible.

As for the opinions of people around you? The aristocrats' disgust and ostracism?
It just so happens that it’s just a part of my play.

After the ridicule, Westhead unsurprisingly received a number of angry looks.

No one in your family has died because of this, and your back doesn’t hurt when you stand and talk? !

Not to mention the down-and-out person whose family has been ruined, even the [Branches of Prosperity] in its heyday would not dare to look down on the Gongun Lords like this!

One unfriendly look after another immediately turned to Westhead.

"Did Duke Qinghui actually describe us as such shameless people?"

"I have long heard that Duke Qinghui has a ridiculous reputation for being romantic, but now it seems that it is even worse than the rumors."

"This is really unwise. This can't be considered as venting anger on others."

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Even Lesia herself did not expect that Westhead would speak for herself clearly, as if she was afraid that others would not know.

"You are really crazy."

Westhead looked at the silver-haired dragon girl's magnificent blue and purple eyes and said:
"The only one I care about is you. Don't worry about anyone else. Just answer me, do you enjoy dancing now?"

Do you enjoy it?

This question was really a difficult one for Resia. After all, she had never known what "enjoyment" meant since she was born. If she hadn't wanted to see the flowers by the courtyard, she wouldn't have come to the corner of the dance. A human body with almost all limbs missing could not support any dance.

However, Westhead picked her up almost forcefully and asked her if she enjoyed it. Lesia didn't know how to answer for a moment.

What a rude and ridiculous guy.

Lesia felt the body tightly pressed against Westhead's. This was a contact she had never had with anyone else. In the Holy Tree Palace, no one would touch her.

She doesn't have any desire for contact with others. After all, her experience growing up has been that every physical contact with others has been unpleasant, except for punches, kicks, and hair-pulling and slapping.

But in the dead of night, Lesia would wipe the contents of the book and imagine what it would be like for people to cuddle up together. Is it really warm?

Lesia: "It needs to be colder."

"Ok?"

"Your temperature is cooler than mine."

The corners of the silver-haired princess' lips raised unconsciously, and she said without even realizing it:

"But it's very warm."

Lesia's hand tightened on Westhead's, and she mustered up the courage to turn her head and place the intact inch of cheek skin against the man's shoulder, and slowly closed her eyes.

"I'm enjoying it, really enjoying it."

"Please let me sleep for a while"

Westhead looked at the silver-haired princess who was resting on her body peacefully, as if she had isolated everything from the outside world, and thought about how much her actions tonight would increase her strategy bar.

Although the progress of the strategy cannot be truly quantified, it can be seen that Lesia is very happy just thinking about it on her knees.

That's enough.

Westhead continued the dance calmly. Since Lesia wished, he would continue until he exhausted his energy and could no longer maintain it.

It is a pity that not everyone can tolerate the interaction between Westhead and Lesia. A tall and handsome young man wearing silver light armor stood up righteously and accused:

"This is simply blasphemy in public! Enough is enough!"

Westhead: "Shut up!"

"What did you say? I am..."

Westhead glared at the other party coldly: "I told you to shut up! If you have anything to do, wait until later."

Then he directly issued an order to the clan sister: "Urda, don't let him bother me!"

The girl's pretty face like a fairy was covered with frost, and she stared at Westhead faintly:

"Brother, please give me an explanation later."

Immediately, Urda looked at Lesia who seemed to be sleeping, and stood in front of Westhead and the knights of the guard.

"Andre, please wait a moment."

"Ms. Yulda, why are you here?"

The noble young man who stood up obviously knew Urda, he frowned and hesitated to speak.

Urda said calmly: "Just think of it for my sake."

The aristocratic young man pursed his lips, but in the end did not continue the attack, but just watched indifferently with his arms crossed.

So that Westhead could continue to dance with Lesia.

During this period, many spectators who had been gossiping around gradually stopped paying attention and chose to leave with waning interest. Anyway, the Holy Tree Palace was big enough, and there was plenty of room to continue the party, so there was no need to watch the unlucky scene.

Finally, Westhead's physical strength was nearly exhausted, and he put Lesia back into the wheelchair with trembling arms. At this moment, the silver-haired princess seemed to wake up from her sleep, her beautiful eyes filled with reluctance.

(End of this chapter)