Chapter 42 Can you get down a little?

Jiang Zhishui blinked, stepped forward slightly, glanced down at his lips, and whispered, "Are you sure?"

Jing Qianheng instinctively flinched, his eyes filled with panic, but he forced a smile and said, "Yes."

Jiang Zhishui leaned forward and laughed, "Then why are you hiding? Come closer."

Jing Qianheng looked away, but Jiang Zhishui had already crawled over on all fours. He was caught off guard and pinned to the bed. His eyes widened as Jiang Zhishui reached down to undo his belt. Her face revealed her true lecherous nature. She lowered her head, frowned, and said earnestly, "Your Highness, don't move. This is hard to undo..."

Jing Qianheng was already delirious from his illness, and now he was even more disoriented. Her movements were too fast, and he couldn't keep up. He couldn't even hold onto her hand. Her belt was ripped off and thrown to the ground. The next moment, she was about to grab his collar. He was so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead. He rolled over and stood up, pressing her hands down firmly with both of his.

Jiang Zhishui was pinned down, but she remained calm, a confident smile playing on her lips. She asked breathlessly, "Your Highness, what's wrong?"

Jing Qianheng's face was flushed, his clothes were loose, and he had never been so disheveled.

Her hands were still struggling, but Jing Qianheng gripped them tightly in fear, his voice trembling slightly: "You're not allowed to laugh."

Jiang Zhi, the sailor, felt a little pain from being gripped, frowned slightly, and said coquettishly, "You're hurting me."

Jing Qianheng's hand trembled, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Don't speak!"

With her grip loosened slightly, Jiang Zhishui shifted her body, looked at the person above with a relaxed expression, and obediently shut her mouth.

Jing Qianheng tried to get up, but as soon as he moved, his vision blurred and he almost collapsed. He was agitated and looked down at Jiang Zhishui beneath him. She was staring at him without blinking, and her calm, amused expression made him even angrier. "Don't stare at me."

Jiang Zhishui had yielded to this extent, yet the other party not only showed no gratitude but also took advantage of her. She wasn't angry at all. Instead, she coaxed a child gently and said, "Alright, alright, I'll do whatever Your Highness says. I won't laugh, I won't speak, and I won't look at you. What else do you want from me? You can name it. If Your Highness is satisfied, could you also grant me one request?"

Jing Qianheng asked warily, "What is it?"

Jiang Zhishui remained silent for a while before saying, "Lord Zhou said that the Gu poison is currently hidden in the palace. It can be temporarily contained by Your Highness's blood, but this is only temporary. If Your Highness wants to remove the Gu poison, Your Highness must be moved by it."

Jing Qianheng stared at her intently. He knew better than she did the danger lurking in her body. He had searched for a lot of information to remove the Gu, but to no avail.

His body was already unable to withstand the bloodline of this ancient demon dragon, so he was often plagued by illness. In addition, this shackle gu resisted the blood in his body, and the two struggled against each other, which only made him more tormented.

Jing Qianheng was still running a fever and had a splitting headache. He said angrily, "Then you must be happy. You're the one who brought this Gu to me."

Jiang Zhishui smiled awkwardly, "Yes, it was my fault. So I want to repay Your Highness. How about we call a truce now? I have a good idea to solve this urgent problem. Your Highness, please release me first, okay?"

Jing Qianheng stared at her, his expression hesitant.

If I let her go, she might run away. Jing Qianheng's fingers curled slightly, inexplicably tightening. "You tell me."

Being pinned down like this, Jiang Zhishui belatedly felt embarrassed. She rolled her eyes and whispered, "Tonight... let's kiss for a while and then go to sleep, like last time, okay?"

Jing Qianheng's eyes, which had been filled with wariness and suspicion, changed drastically upon hearing this. He immediately let go and stepped aside.

He was ill and harbored some resentment. He didn't really want anything; he just wanted to see how long she could keep up the act. But who knew she would start by taking off his clothes so suddenly, catching him off guard and impossible to stop, completely beyond his expectations.

Jing Qianheng sighed and rubbed his forehead. "You go to sleep. I'll go to the study."

Jiang Zhishui stood up and grabbed him, feeling guilty and worried about him for a long time. She said from the bottom of her heart, "Your Highness, I understand that you have your own purpose in marrying me. To be honest, I also have my own selfish reasons. Since we are already married and bound together, let's just be happy, healthy and live a good life. Who cares about what happens in the future? If you can remove the curse, I can also get what I want. Just listen to me."

She mumbled something for a while, and Jing Qianheng, in excruciating pain, chuckled self-deprecatingly, "So what do you want to do?"

Jiang Zhishui moved her buttocks forward, leaning towards Jing Qianheng.

Jing Qianheng seemed to have lost his mind due to his illness. He watched her approach quietly. He knew what she was going to do. At this moment, he should have gotten up and left, but he remained motionless, his voice very soft: "What if...it's no use?"

Jiang Zhishui lowered her eyes, staring at his lips. After thinking for a moment, she looked up at him again, her tone uncertain: "No way, let's try."

Jing Qianheng: "......."

His mind was also in turmoil. He had a strange sense of familiarity with the person in front of him. In the past, when illness struck, he was always in extreme pain, but for some reason, with her by his side, he seemed to be in less pain than before.

Jiang Zhishui and he were both sitting on the bed. She tilted her head back several times but couldn't reach him. "Could you get down a little..."

Jing Qianheng remained motionless, like a wooden statue. Jiang Zhishui grabbed his collar and pulled him towards her. He immediately lowered his head, and she said somewhat embarrassedly, "We need to hurry, Your Highness. You still have a fever. Let's finish quickly so I can get the medicine."

Jiang Zhishui believed that once people have tasted a little sweetness, they will know how to yield, and it would be very unkind for them to continue to disobey.

Therefore, she was eager to give the other party this sweet treat.

When she caught the person in front of her, Jiang Zhishui's eyelashes trembled. She had forgotten that although she was conscious of how the kiss happened, she had pounced on him uncontrollably.

She had never kissed him in such a clear-headed state before.

But the momentum was too strong, and she couldn't back out and start over. She could only nervously grit her teeth and move forward.

Jiang Zhishui opened her eyes and stiffly pressed her lips to the other person's. The moment she touched them, she felt how hot and soft they were. Her heart pounded and her mind went blank. She was so scared that she immediately pulled away, lowered her head, and took several breaths before looking up again. She was preparing to do it again, but before she could lean in, the other person lowered their head and kissed her.

Their lips parted quickly, their hot breaths mingling and lingering. Jiang Zhishui's eyes were tightly closed, and her hand, which had been gripping his collar, slipped down to his chest. She had to grab his shirt again to distract herself, her fingers trembling slightly as she gripped his shirt.

Jiang Zhishui felt they had kissed long enough, so she turned her face away and said breathlessly, "Um... um, you should take your medicine."

Jing Qianheng unconsciously leaned forward, and he said in a low voice, "I don't want to drink the medicine."

Jiang Zhishui touched her lips, got up and started to climb out. Jing Qianheng reached out to grab her, but she slipped away very quickly and got off the bed in the blink of an eye. She said with a stern face, "That's it for today. You have to drink whether you like it or not. Take off your clothes and go to sleep."

Su You quickly brought the medicine. He had been standing guard outside the door, worried that something might happen to Jing Qianheng. After Jing Qianheng obediently drank the medicine, he noticed that Jing Qianheng's eyes were still glued to Jiang Zhishui, so he tactfully withdrew.

Jiang Zhishui took a quilt and spread it on the floor. After she finished tidying up, she glanced at the person on the bed and saw that he was staring at her with his eyes open. She said helplessly, "What are you looking at? Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Jing Qianheng simply sat up, having taken off his outer clothes and wearing only a thin undergarment. He choked a little as he lifted the quilt, coughed, and said, "Come up and sleep."

Jiang Zhishui, clutching the quilt, joked, "Aren't you afraid I might take advantage of you while you're sleeping?"

Jing Qianheng remained calm: "I'm not afraid."

Jiang Zhishui's face stiffened, she pursed her lips, and looked at Jing Qianheng with a strange expression. "That's right. His Highness had a fever just now, and he didn't even know how to restrain himself. I'm the one who should be afraid."

Jing Qianheng drank the medicine, his mouth felt slightly bitter, his throat sloshed around, and his face looked rather pale. He gripped the edge of the bed, taking Jiang Zhishui's teasing remark to heart, and he truly felt that she was afraid of him.

He was always a figure of fear and dread. The palace servants, his father, his brother, and even the people of the entire Jin Kingdom were all afraid that one day he would become a terrifying demon and destroy everything.

All the gazes directed at him were filled with deep disgust and fear.

Jiang Zhishui got up and walked towards him. Jing Qianheng stared at her blankly. She pressed his shoulder, gently pushed him to lie down, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Jing Qianheng quietly grabbed the corner of her sleeve and stubbornly said, "I don't want to sleep."

Why are you always so difficult to get sick?

"....every time?"

Jiang Zhishui was slightly taken aback, quickly concealing her expression. She looked down at his hand gripping his sleeve and remembered that he seemed to need someone by his side to feel at ease when he was sick. So she simply lay down as well, pushing Jing Qianheng to move closer to her as she lay down. "Okay, okay, let's sleep together, is that alright?"

Jing Qianheng retreated to the innermost part of the room, hurriedly standing up, "That's not what I meant..."

After kissing him, Jiang Zhishui also felt that sharing a bed with him was inappropriate, and she couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't make a mistake. Based on past experience, many accidents and incidents always happen for various inexplicable reasons.

Later, she realized that in the original story, she and Jing Qianheng were a mismatched couple, and the things that were supposed to happen, even if they deviated from the storyline, would still be presented in another way.

Instead of struggling, it's better to go with the flow and find another way out.

"Lie down properly." Jiang Zhishui pulled him back and said in a seemingly generous manner, "Now that we're married, it's only right that we sleep together. I was just joking earlier. I was worried that you wouldn't sleep well with me around. Rest assured, I won't touch you."

Jing Qianheng was persuaded and slowly lay down. He lay in the innermost corner, leaving a considerable distance between himself and Jiang Zhishui, pitifully occupying only the corner position.

"Do you really need to hide so far away?" Jiang Zhishui grabbed a blanket and had just covered herself with it when she looked up and saw Jing Qianheng had moved to the edge.

Jiang Zhishui looked at him with a smile, reached out to pull the rope, and the red curtain fell. Behind the curtain, there should have been boundless spring scenery, but when the perspective changed, the two people were neatly dressed, lying comfortably with their eyes wide open, showing no signs of sleepiness.