Chapter 52 Never mind, let's enjoy the kisses while we can.

In seven days, I will have to part ways with Jing Qianheng.

After Jiang Zhishui and Jing Qianheng got married, she often felt stifled. The thought of having to do something bad to Jing Qianheng in the future made her feel unbearable.

Jing Qianheng's life was already full of hardships; he was orphaned and helpless from a young age, and to have her as his partner made him even more pitiful. Although this was an ordeal he, as the protagonist, had to endure, Jiang Zhishui still often felt incredibly guilty.

Fortunately, the system had such a big vulnerability that Jiang Zhishui was able to seize the opportunity to exchange terms with the system.

Once she gets the artifact, all these messy tasks can be wiped clean, and she won't have to bite the bullet and harm Jing Qianheng anymore.

As for the future...

The system promised her that she could break free from the original storyline. But once she broke free, she and Jing Qianheng would have no connection whatsoever.

Lu Xuetang, who was supposed to appear in the original text, has already appeared. In the future, more women will appear around Jing Qianheng. His life will get better and better, and she will also gain freedom. So... it doesn't seem so bad.

Jiang Zhishui closed the door, sighed softly, and thought to herself with a self-deprecating smile: Forget about the future, let's solve the current problem first.

Jing Qianheng stood behind her, heard her helpless sigh, and said coldly, "Are you annoyed with me?"

Jing Qianheng wasn't unaware that Jiang Zhishui had ulterior motives for staying by his side. However, the more time he spent with her, the more uncontrollable his desire became. He used to think that he would die sooner or later and didn't have any expectations, but with her repeated entanglements, he could no longer let go.

Jiang Zhishui turned around, and Jing Qianheng stepped forward, forcing her to the door. He angrily said, "Do you think dealing with me is too much trouble?"

Jiang Zhishui pressed her back against the door, causing the door to tremble from the impact.

As luck would have it, a medicine bottle fell from her body. The two of them looked down at the ground at the same time. Jiang Zhishui's eyes widened. It was the very medicine bottle she had brought back from the emperor.

She hurriedly bent down to pick it up, but Jing Qianheng was one step ahead of her and snatched it away.

He picked up the medicine bottle and examined it closely. Jiang Zhishui stood to the side watching, looking nervous and filled with remorse.

Since her marriage, she has been spending time in the same room with Jing Qianheng. She didn't know where to hide the medicine bottles she brought back, so Jiang Zhishui could only put them in her Qiankun bag. However, she forgot that the Qiankun bag was damaged last time, and the medicine bottles fell out at this moment.

"What is this?" Jiang Zhishui tried to snatch it, but Jing Qianheng wouldn't let her, clutching the medicine bottle tightly in his hand. "Why are you so nervous?"

A familiar red mark flashed in Jing Qianheng's eyes. He frowned slightly and stared at the bottom of the bottle. It was a seal used exclusively in the palace.

He grew up in the inner palace and was exposed to its dirty tricks from a young age.

In the palace, there were many concubines who would risk using drugs to win favor.

Jing Qianheng slowly lowered his hand, shifting his gaze to Jiang Zhishui, his eyes filled with disbelief, "This wouldn't be the aphrodisiac water that Father gave you, would it?"

Jiang Zhishui paused slightly, glancing away. "No."

Jing Qianheng sneered, his hand gripping the medicine bottle tightly. "He told me last time that there are many things I can't say no to. I was wondering why he was so confident. Turns out he had prepared something like this."

Jiang Zhishui reached into her Qiankun bag, intending to seal it tightly. But when she pulled, the tear widened, and five or six medicine bottles fell out of her body with a clatter. Looking at the medicine bottles scattered on the ground, she closed her eyes in a mournful manner, "You...you listen to my explanation."

Jing Qianheng looked down at the medicine jars on the ground, and after a long while, he looked up, his voice icy: "You took so many, how many times are you going to use them?"

Jing Qianheng took a step forward, trying hard to suppress his anger.

He never dared to hope for anything from the person before him, but when he was forced into physical intimacy with her, a moment of loss of control plunged them both into an extremely awkward and embarrassing situation. He knew that she didn't have feelings for him; she had only used him as a tool to dissipate her internal energy due to a qi deviation. That time was an accident. She might feel guilty towards him, but she would never have any affection for him.

She has now tracked him down to the State of Jin on the orders of the Immortal Sect to monitor him. He is a demon feared by the Immortal Sect, and she may even kill him.

Jing Qianheng stomped on one of the medicine bottles and smashed it. His eyes were fixed on Jiang Zhishui, and his expression was terrifying.

After receiving the system's mission, Jiang Zhishui kept wondering whether she should stay in the Lingwang Mansion for the next seven days or find a place to hide, so that she wouldn't be caught off guard if something unexpected happened when the time came.

But she was worried about Jing Qianheng. After her trip to the palace, she realized that the emperor was not simple. He was treacherous and cunning, and would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

When Senior Sister Liu comes to Jin Kingdom again, it will be because the Immortal Sect has made a decision about Jing Qianheng. At that time, how will he deal with the Immortal Sect, Jin Kingdom, and the Demon Clan all by himself?

The system said he wouldn't die, all the hardships would turn into opportunities, he was the male protagonist, and there would always be a good ending.

Jiang Zhishui knew very well that staying by his side would not help him at all, and she should leave as soon as possible.

"If I said I wouldn't use it, would you believe me?" Jiang Zhishui's thoughts were in turmoil. Facing his anger, she cautiously said, "His Majesty did order me to drug you, but I just took it back first. I won't use it on you."

Jing Qianheng's anxiety over the past few days was completely ignited by anger at this moment. His face was calmer than ever before, but his heart had already lost control, and he was on the verge of going crazy. "Oh, really? Why not use it?"

Jiang Zhishui looked up at him and said matter-of-factly, "We are husband and wife. No matter how outrageous I am, I would never do such a thing."

Jing Qianheng was taken aback by the word "husband and wife," and the madness in his heart suddenly stopped. He raised an eyebrow and looked at her suspiciously.

Jing Qianheng lowered his eyes and said, "You're a bastard, no doubt. I really can't guess how far you'd go."

Jiang Zhishui smiled wryly and said, "I'm not that bad."

Jing Qianheng was so angry that he had a headache. It was only when he was with her that he was prone to losing his temper. Ever since he met Jiang Zhishui, he had never been able to keep his mind at peace.

When I see her, I am filled with rage; when I don't see her, I am tormented.

Having lived so many years, he always felt that the years before he met her had been wasted. With her by his side, he could hardly remember how he had lived before; those unbearable pains seemed like a distant memory, no longer relevant to him.

Granny Xu said he had completely changed. He used to be like an empty shell, without any trace of life. Now he would argue with his loved ones and be petty, which she said was especially good.

The old woman said that this was a good idea, but it shouldn't be overdone. If it scared people away, it would be too late to regret it.

"Your Highness, as a man, you must know how to yield, cherish your loved ones, and refrain from scolding or being too petty. If your wife makes a mistake, you must be forgiving and not be unforgiving. You should try your best to meet any of your wife's requests. Only in this way can you keep her."

Jing Qianheng rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath; he didn't want to scare her away.

He had been learning how to keep her around; he had learned how to comb her hair and draw her eyebrows, and he even wanted to cook for her himself, but he hadn't learned it yet.

Jing Qianheng's clenched fingers relaxed a little, and he handed her the medicine bottle. "Yes, you're not that bad, and you keep your promises."

Jiang Zhishui took the medicine bottle, looked up at him strangely, and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Jing Qianheng repeated in a low voice, "You must keep your promise."

Jiang Zhishui looked down at the medicine bottle, then slowly raised her eyes upon hearing this, "Hmm?"

Jing Qianheng suddenly leaned closer, and Jiang Zhishui's hand gripping the medicine bottle tightened, her heart leaping into her throat. He didn't immediately come closer, but stopped just an inch away, his voice low and hoarse: "You have to give me today's."

The crushed acacia water beneath her feet emitted a faint, sweet fragrance. All around was silent. Jiang Zhishui was cornered by his tall figure at the door, unable to escape. Breathless, she stammered, "Wait, I have something I'd like to discuss with you, is that alright?"

Are you trying to fool him again?

Jing Qianheng slightly parted his arms and looked at her calmly.

She couldn't ignore the curse on his body, so she agreed to help him alleviate it. Although this was originally just an excuse to win him over, she didn't really want him to suffer. She wasn't unwilling to do this, after all, she owed him a lot, and she wanted to repay him as much as she could.

But perhaps Jing Qianheng was too deeply affected by the shackles, because he would always be particularly aggressive at such times, which made people feel afraid.

Jiang Zhishui's ears turned red, and she rubbed her fingers against the bottle, making a small suggestion, "Could you please not bite me?"

She glanced at him quickly, then mustered her courage and continued, "Even gently won't work; if I keep doing that, it'll go numb..."

Jiang Zhishui spoke carefully, but halfway through her sentence, her face suddenly burned hot. She was a little hesitant to continue, but she was afraid of missing this opportunity and not being able to speak again next time. Since she had already started, she might as well make it clear at once. She gritted her teeth and said, "I need to breathe, you know? Every time you lick me, I easily think of some bad things."

Jing Qianheng's eyes trembled slightly as he watched her blush and whisper those details, and he felt a rush of blood to his head.

Jiang Zhishui felt that some things didn't need to be done too much; enough was enough, and it was fine to stop there.

The shackles could awaken at any time. What if he loses control and is instead controlled by the shackles?

Jiang Zhishui thought he was probably furious and had gone mad. He had suffered such a great humiliation at the Ziyang Immortal Mansion, and after returning to Jin Kingdom, he lost his memory and was then entangled with her, becoming husband and wife in name only.

Having been repeatedly outmaneuvered by her, it's understandable that he would make some demands and throw a tantrum.

Jiang Zhishui felt that it was fine for him to kiss her as many times as he wanted, but he had to restrain himself.

Jing Qianheng patiently asked her, "What bad things are you thinking about?"

She shook her head slightly, her eyes darting around, thinking: When he kissed her, he hadn't changed at all, not in the first life, not in the cave, and not... not even the previous times.

How could I tell him that?

If we talk too much, it will just lead to an endless saga about "Ayu".

He slowly leaned closer and lowered his voice: "Don't want to talk? Fine, from now on you just need to think about me."

Jiang Zhishui's eyes were clear, and she opened her mouth slightly, as if to say: I've always been thinking about you.

But before she could speak, her lips were warm and gently pressed against hers. She leaned back slightly, her back against the door, still clutching the bottle of aphrodisiac in her hand, her fingers trembling slightly.

The candlelight cast soft, warm glows throughout the room. Jing Qianheng stepped forward, kicking a medicine bottle that spun around. The door creaked, and low, labored breathing filled the air. A barely suppressed moan escaped the lips, and Jiang Zhishui clearly sensed his growing impertinence. She frowned and approached him. She sighed inwardly, "Oh well, only seven days left."