Chapter 37...I'll wipe it myself

Jing Qianheng's feelings would become particularly strange when faced with her almost unreasonable request.

Everyone wants something from him, but none of them do it so openly. Their forceful demands make it seem as if they would get angry and act impulsively if he simply said no.

This kind of behavior, this kind of person, seems to remind him of someone he's experienced somewhere before.

Jing Qianheng awkwardly pulled his hand away. Just as he was about to turn around, Jiang Zhishui grabbed him in her haste, lost her footing, and was pulled down the steps by her.

The two lay on the grass, Jing Qianheng protecting her head as she pressed him down.

Jiang Zhishui propped herself up on her arms and looked down at the people below. Jing Qianheng bumped his waist a few times on the mountain steps, frowned and tried to get up. He looked up and saw her with her hands on either side of his shoulders, looking like she didn't want to move aside.

Jing Qianheng was in pain all over. He raised his hand and pushed her shoulder, saying impatiently, "Get up."

She grabbed his wrist and pressed it to the grass, leaning down to kiss him. He turned his face away, and Jiang Zhishui pleaded, "Your Highness...please don't move!"

Upon hearing her voice, Jing Qianheng felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his mind going completely blank.

He looked at Jiang Zhishui and couldn't help but ask, "You...did you already know me?"

Jiang Zhishui held his wrist with one hand and a handful of grass with the other. Although the Gu in her body was churning with desire, it was a Gu that valued mutual affection and paid great attention to the opinions of both parties. So even though she was extremely anxious, she still kept asking Jing Qianheng for his consent.

With a look of deep affection, she said, "We have a predestined relationship spanning several lifetimes, so of course we have known each other for a long time. From the first moment I saw you, I fell in love with Your Highness without being able to help myself."

Jing Qianheng's hopeful eyes quickly dimmed, and he turned a deaf ear to her sweet words.

He looked at her expressionlessly. "You should really look at yourself when you say things against your conscience. It's so hypocritical, you know?"

Jing Qianheng didn't know where his anger came from, but he flipped over and pinned Jiang Zhishui down.

Fireflies hidden in the grass flew out. Jiang Zhishui turned her head to look, her eyes sparkling with starlight. She smiled slightly and followed the twinkling lights upwards, then saw Jing Qianheng watching her from above.

Jing Qianheng intended to get up, but seeing Jiang Zhishui smiling, he slowly lowered his hand.

Starlight surrounded the two of them. Jiang Zhishui's eyes were gentle. She reached out and gently stroked Jing Qianheng's face. Jing Qianheng awkwardly pulled away. Her hand froze to the side. She tentatively reached out again and gently touched his face.

This time he didn't dodge.

A dilapidated temple nestled in the desolate mountains, isolated from the world. The moonlight was bright, the grass swayed gently, and Jiang Zhishui breathed softly, her eyes fixed on Jing Qianheng with a captivating gaze.

Jing Qianheng's mind was in turmoil. He knew this person was dangerous, a pawn sent by Zhou Linyuan to monitor him, and that she might have an even bigger conspiracy behind her. He had to be wary and vigilant, and not be misled by her.

But for some reason, when he was with her, he would always feel an indescribable emotion.

"Even if you want to back out when you wake up, I won't let you."

Jiang Zhishui's fingers roamed freely over his face, then quietly stopped near his lips. His breathing became erratic, and he flinched away.

Her eyes were fixed on his lips, and she couldn't see how terrifying his gaze was.

Hearing him say that, I felt I had finally convinced him, so I quickly nodded.

Jing Qianheng's face flushed red. This was the first time he had done something like this while sober. When he saw her smiling and looking up at him, he quickly reached out and covered her eyes.

Everything was pitch black before her eyes, and his hand was pressing heavily on her eyes. Jiang Zhishui felt uncomfortable and tried to pry his hand away.

Halfway through the act, something soft and sticky brushed against her lips, causing her to pause and unconsciously lower her hand.

A touch that was both close and distant, followed by a kiss that seemed to come and go. Then, their lips parted, their tongues met and intertwined, their breaths were incredibly hot, and their lips and teeth were inseparable.

The shackles in Jiang Zhishui's body slowly drifted away, eventually entering Jing Qianheng's mouth and returning to his heart meridian.

Jing Qianheng was able to control the flow of the shackles by the flow of his own blood. He discovered that only by hiding the shackles in his heart meridian could he temporarily suppress them.

This method carries certain risks, but it can completely suppress the shackles.

The shackles also instinctively seek survival. Knowing that Jing Qianheng's blood can restrain it, it deliberately burrows into his weakest and strongest spot and lingers there.

Although it is suppressed, the shackles will not be completely eliminated.

So it stubbornly stayed there and wouldn't leave. Even when Jing Qianheng fed Jiang Zhishui his blood, the cunning Gu only gave away half of it, while the other half pretended to be dead and remained tightly wrapped around her heart meridian.

Jiang Zhishui opened her eyes again, fully awake. She looked at Jing Qianheng, who was passionately kissing her, her limbs stiffening, unable to move.

She knew what she had said and how she had begged for the kiss. Her ears turned red, her lips moved, and her eyelashes trembled. She didn't know whether to close her eyes or keep them open; she didn't know how to stop it.

Jiang Zhishui's goal was to win over Jing Qianheng, capture his heart, and ultimately marry him. She was making good progress and had no reason to push him away.

But she couldn't quite get used to being so intimate with him while she was sober. Her face was burning hot, and her breathing was completely erratic. He was being too clingy, and she had no choice but to raise her hand to push him away. He grabbed her wrist and pressed her into the grass.

Jiang Zhishui couldn't help but let out a sigh. She was overwhelmed by the feeling of losing her mind, and when she recalled the absurdity in the cave, she couldn't bear it any longer, and her whole body was trembling.

She couldn't bear it any longer, so she turned her face slightly away, her lips parted, and a small strand of saliva remained, pulling and tugging at her lips. She didn't dare to look directly at it.

Jiang Zhishui parted her lips slightly, exhaling a soft breath. Her chest trembled violently. She tried to remain calm, her eyes fixed on the grass beside her, and whispered to him, "Okay, that's enough. I...I'm awake."

Jing Qianheng stared intently at her, his breathing ragged, his eyes fixed on Jiang Zhishui's rosy, moist lips. He reached out and gently wiped the moisture from her lips, saying calmly, "I know."

Jiang Zhishui's lips trembled, her eyes quivered, and she looked at his actions with surprise. His fingertips lingered on her lower lip, then stroked her chin with an ambiguous meaning.

"It's nothing..." Jiang Zhishui quickly got up, escaping from under Jing Qianheng with a rather large movement. She hurriedly stood up and vigorously wiped her lips with her sleeve, making them appear even redder from rubbing too hard.

She wanted to smile at him, but seeing his face made her inexplicably shy. She lowered her head and muttered, "...I'll wipe it myself."

Jiang Zhishui closed her eyes, looking extremely embarrassed. Thinking about her previous seductive and flirtatious behavior, she felt so ashamed that she wanted to jump into a river.

Jing Qianheng frowned, watching her retreat far away and close her eyes to avoid looking at him. "Do you remember what you just said?"

Jiang Zhishui opened her eyes, her gaze darting away, and let out a soft "Mmm".

Jing Qianheng approached her. "The matter of marriage still needs to be considered carefully. When do you think I should go to the Marquis's residence to propose marriage?"

Jiang Zhishui stared at him intently, "Do you... really want to marry me?"

Jing Qianheng came up to her, reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his expression full of affection, "Didn't you say you would treat me well from now on? I believe you."

Jiang Zhishui felt he was acting very strangely; how could he have changed so much all of a sudden? But all in all, marriage was a good thing, and she smiled and said, "Yes, I'm sincere."

The ghost stories of Mu Zi Garden came to an end after the Seventh Prince and the daughter of the Marquis visited the place late at night. Boss Wu was arrested and brought to justice. Taking advantage of the unease and fear in Mu Zi Garden, he sent assassins to eliminate his competitors and then used the puppet killings to cover up his crimes.

After the incident was resolved, the lockdown of Muzi Garden was lifted, and people returned to their normal peaceful lives. However, the puppet-making technique was now strictly prohibited. Jin'er hired a carriage and moved everything that Jiang Li had made out of Muzi Garden.

"I'll come to see you again in a few days." Before parting, Jiang Zhishui discussed with Jing Qianheng, "Wait for me at home, don't come rashly, I need to talk to my father first."

After she left, Jing Qianheng realized that she hadn't specified exactly how many days "a few days later" meant...

Jiang Zhishui was somewhat confused, wondering why Jing Qianheng had suddenly agreed to marry her. That day he said "I know," but what did "know" mean? He clearly knew she was awake, so why didn't he stop, and why was he becoming increasingly...?

Is it because of the curse? He's affected by the curse, that's why he's so... so clingy...

Jiang Zhishui's gaze towards him was completely different from the one she had when he was under the influence of the Gu. When he regained consciousness that time, his eyes were filled with panic, but this time his eyes were firm, and he also harbored a deeper possessiveness than before.

The more Jiang Zhishui thought about it, the more confused she became. After returning home, she completely forgot about the important matters she was supposed to discuss with Marquis Chengyi. She couldn't sleep well and would sometimes stare blankly in the mirror for a long time. The maids would help her with her hair and makeup, and they would have to call her back to her senses every now and then.

That day, a maid came to report that someone had come to visit, and the Marquis invited her over.

Jiang Zhishui panicked immediately; her mind had been in a mess lately. She had completely forgotten about luring Jing Qianheng to the Ancient Porcelain Cave last time, and then she forgot about her agreement with Jing Qianheng after returning home this time. When she heard someone coming, she subconsciously assumed that Jing Qianheng couldn't wait any longer and had come to confront her.

She quickly straightened her clothes and hurriedly ran outside.

Upon reaching the front hall, before she could even catch her breath, she saw two unexpected people.

"Master..." Lin Ye almost blurted out. He glanced behind him, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and said, "Miss Jiang."

Jiang Zhishui looked shocked. After entering the room, Liu Chuxi spoke first: "Miss Jiang, we are disciples of Chaoyang Pavilion. We are here on the orders of His Highness the Crown Prince to help the Marquis's mansion overcome its calamity. The mansion is filled with evil spirits and may be attacked by demons. To ensure your safety, we have come to exorcise the evil spirits."

Jiang Hanfeng's expression was solemn. He put down his teacup and said in a low voice, "Since you are introduced by the Crown Prince, you must be quite capable. If you two immortals do not mind, you can stay in the mansion and exorcise evil spirits in peace. You can make any requests you may have."

Jiang Zhishui stared at Liu Chuxi with a calm expression. She bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, Lord Marquis. I've heard that Miss Jiang has also studied metaphysics and can draw talismans. We are not familiar with the Jin Kingdom. Would you be so kind as to ask Miss Jiang to assist us in our investigation?"