Chapter 62 The Passionate Murder Weapon

Jiang Zhishui paused for a moment, then lowered her head and remained silent.

"Are you troubled?" Jing Qianheng stroked her fingers. "You approached me, went to such lengths, didn't you want me to like you?"

Jiang Zhishui: "......."

"You're amazing..." Jing Qianheng gently lifted her chin, staring intently at her. "You succeeded... I like you, Jiang Zhishui. Since we love each other, we should be together forever, like a pair of celestial beings, right?"

"Forget about any magical artifacts..." Jing Qianheng coaxed in a low voice, "Just stay with me and don't go anywhere..."

"Okay." Jiang Zhishui nestled in his arms and said softly, "I'll do whatever you say. I'll stay here and not go anywhere."

Jing Qianheng hugged her. "Really?"

"Yeah. You like me so much and are so good to me, I've figured it out. As long as you're here, I can be anywhere..."

“You never gave me a kind look before, and I never dared to imagine that you would like me.”

"But lately I've noticed that you've been touching me more and more frequently, and each time it's more outrageous and relentless. It's so different from your usual aloof personality. Before, I would get annoyed if you touched me, but now... it's becoming a bit much for me."

"They never stop kissing, and you even... mmm!"

"Shut up, stop talking!" Jing Qianheng raised his hand to cover her mouth, his cheeks slightly flushed.

Jiang Zhishui pulled his hand, "You can't tell anyone. You did it and you're afraid people will talk about it... You're so strange. Sometimes you're so shy, and sometimes you go too far..."

She looked up at him. "Are you unhappy?"

Jing Qianheng shifted his body, frowned, and pushed her away.

Jiang Zhishui slept for two days and took her medicine. Feeling much better, she inevitably talked a lot. After talking so much, she belatedly realized that she might have upset the other person.

She leaned against Jing Qianheng's chest, able to hear his heart pounding. She knew his feelings, and at the same time, she knew she wasn't indifferent to him. But there were more important things to deal with first. It wasn't practical to continue trying to persuade Jing Qianheng to take out the artifact; she had to find another way.

Jing Qianheng was initially able to remain calm and composed in the face of her, but as she kept repeating those things, it became very difficult for him to hold her like this and still maintain a calm and composed state of mind.

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself.

Jing Qianheng's voice was low and hoarse: "Get up first."

As he spoke, he gently nudged Jiang Zhishui.

Seeing that she had ruined the good atmosphere, Jiang Zhishui hurriedly coaxed, "Don't be angry, I was just... saying it casually. You're not surprised, you're not going too far, you can do whatever you want."

Jing Qianheng ignored him and made a move to get up and leave.

"Okay! Let's do it now..." Jiang Zhishui, her face flushed, said in a trembling voice, "I'll do anything..."

Jiang Zhishui's rashes on her face and body have faded considerably, but they are not completely healed yet. Some areas are still very red, and there are scratches. Jing Qianheng used his spiritual power to repair them, and the marks are gradually fading.

They kissed, hugged, and said all sorts of sweet words. It was rare for Jing Qianheng to be so easy to talk to when she was sick, so it was the perfect opportunity to win him over. Although Jiang Zhishui was still scared of that experience, she still took the initiative to speak.

Jing Qianheng froze, looking at Jiang Zhishui with surprise.

At the time of their marriage, the two were suspicious of each other. She did not intend to sleep with him, and he was still angry that she had lied to him, so he had no mind to think about those things.

They shared a bed several times, but she showed no reaction and slept soundly, completely unaware of how much he was suffering.

He unexpectedly traveled to a world without her. He waited for three whole years, and just when he was on the verge of collapse, she suddenly appeared again. The moment he grabbed her in his hand, she would never know how much strength he used to resist taking her.

He didn't want her to know; he just wanted to hide all the possessive, obsessive, and impure things in his heart deep inside, not wanting her to be tainted by them at all.

"Get up." Jing Qianheng raised his voice, his tone was cold and commanding.

Jiang Zhishui subtly sensed his impatience. She timidly got up, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.

She had finally mustered up the courage to be with him, but he didn't appreciate it at all!

Jiang Zhishui pouted and asked, "Are you sure you don't want it?"

Jing Qianheng turned to get out of bed, but upon hearing this, he turned back to look at her. Her long hair was loose, her inner garment was thin, her neck was pink, and there were some red rashes on it. She looked at him with displeasure.

He stared intently at Jiang Zhishui and explained softly, "You're still sick."

She frowned. "I'm all better now."

Jing Qianheng reached out and stroked her face, then gently shook his head.

Jiang Zhishui glared at him for a while, then turned around, lay down, and grabbed the blanket to move further into the bed.

She had her back to him, a strange sense of rebellion stirring within her.

He clearly liked her, yet he still rejected her. She was willing to try anything to coax him, but he flatly refused and even tried to run away, as if she was forcing him to do something.

Jing Qianheng watched her retreating figure, unable to get up and leave. He said in a low voice, "Don't act on impulse. You're clearly scared, why are you pretending to be strong..."

Although Jiang Zhishui was somewhat surprised that she had been seen through, she remained silent and ignored it.

"Turn around." Jing Qianheng couldn't stand her ignoring him. After a short while, he leaned forward, his eyes narrowing slightly as he remembered some things Jing Rong had shown him.

That was so that the princes could have offspring in the future. The nannies taught them some of the things. Crown Prince Jing Rong was highly valued at the time and had people specifically teaching him these things. Jing Qian Heng, on the other hand, was imprisoned in the deep palace and could not come into contact with anything except for necessary food.

Later, Jing Qianheng was released, and Jing Rong took him in and took care of him. The two brothers lived a peaceful life of brotherly affection for a while. At that time, Jing Rong secretly gave him a few booklets. Jing Rong said they were good things, but he didn't think much of them. He flipped through them a few times, found them boring, and put them aside.

During the year she went to Ziyang Immortal Abode to study, Su You somehow found these things and brought them along when she packed her luggage.

After Su You was discovered by Jing Qianheng, she was so ashamed that she wanted to crawl into a hole. Jing Qianheng didn't say anything or anything, and just gave her all those booklets, which were originally going to be thrown away anyway.

But after the incident in the cave, Jing Qianheng suddenly asked Su You for the book back one day. Su You stood to the side in shock, watching him sit at his desk, turning the pages one by one with a blank expression.

Jing Qianheng's voice softened: "Turn around, I think... I don't want you to be uncomfortable. Turn around, let's... not like last time. I... I have other ways."

Hearing his earnest words, Jiang Zhishui's anger subsided considerably. She turned around, her eyes bright and sparkling. "I've turned around. What do you say..."

At this point, nothing more needs to be said.

The statement, which differed from the last one, was clearly ambiguous. Jiang Zhishui couldn't raise any questions midway, so she simply pursed her lips and let things develop as they would.

The curtains swayed gently, and a faint fragrance and an unpleasant medicinal smell wafted from the bedchamber. Jiang Zhishui watched him take off his clothes, and when he looked up at her, her eyes widened in panic, and she glanced away.

She kept encouraging herself to relax and not show any fear. Last time, she lost her mind because she was possessed by a demon, but this time she was clear-headed and prepared. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

Jiang Zhishui was breathing rapidly and sweating profusely. She felt extremely hot and wanted to take off her clothes, but Jing Qianheng grabbed her hand and pressed it to the side, preventing her from doing so.

She bent one leg uncomfortably, and he kissed her earlobe, moving down her neck. Jiang Zhishui trembled with ticklishness. "Wait a minute..."

Jing Qianheng didn't do anything excessive. His movements were very light, so light it was almost unbearable. It was as if she had been gently stroked by a feather, yet she felt even more tormented than during her previous frenzy.

She felt sticky and unconsciously resisted his closeness. Jing Qianheng went along with her, pausing and waiting until she calmed down before patiently continuing, his tone gentle: "If you like it, we can do this every day. If you don't want this, I know other things..."

Jiang Zhishui grasped the key word and asked in surprise, "Everyday?"

She didn't know what would happen next, but she was worried that if she had to go through this every day like last time, she would lose her life!

Jiang Zhishui had been close to him a few times and knew that he would sometimes suddenly change his nature, transforming from a cold, icy block of ice into a fiery weapon, which was extremely dangerous.

Jing Qianheng was initially somewhat restrained, but after a while, he couldn't hold back any longer. He frowned as he looked at her and said cautiously, "Could you... please not make a sound later? I... I might not want to hear you talk."

Jiang Zhishui was speechless at being told that. She felt that he was quite domineering in this regard. Although he was careful and gentle in his actions, he was inexplicably forceful. He could take off his clothes, but he wouldn't let her take them off; he could speak, but he wouldn't let her speak.

Jiang Zhishui was exhausted at the moment, and she knew that he seemed to be trying hard to do something to please her, so she nodded shyly.

The room was silent. Even the slightest sound from beneath the bed curtains was amplified several times over. Jiang Zhishui watched him descend, her toes tensing instantly. She tried to reach out and grab him, but it was too late. Her arched body went limp, her voice trembling, "Qianheng...Qian...Heng, you can't do this...I can't take it anymore! No! You...stop, don't do this..."

"Feeling unwell?" His voice was dry and his tone was worried.

"That's enough, no more..." Jiang Zhishui wasn't in pain, but the shock and stimulation in her heart were too great for her to bear. She wanted to grab the blanket next to her to cover herself, but as soon as she turned her head, her voice became extremely suppressed: "No!"

He had already said beforehand that he didn't want to listen to her, and after that, no matter how many times she called him, he didn't respond.

"Please, stop calling my name, I really will..."

Jiang Zhishui had no energy left to listen to him. She was trembling all over, wave after wave of shock washing over her. This time, she didn't feel any discomfort or even pain, but she felt that her entire mental world had been greatly impacted, and she couldn't recover for a long time.

When did he learn such heretical and unorthodox methods? As a Taoist practitioner, he is simply... impure in his six senses!

How could such an incomprehensible thing be done in that place, in that way...?

Jiang Zhishui thought about it in a daze, then thought that he was a demon, and he didn't need to be free from worldly desires. Besides, she was the one who started this, so she didn't seem to have any reason to condemn him.

But he was acting so recklessly that she tried to stop him, but no sound came out. All that remained were some indistinct sighs, like someone adrift in water, only able to drown, forgetting even to beg for mercy.

The vast palace was empty and silent. As one ventured deeper into the inner chambers, faint sounds could be heard intermittently. Within the bedchamber, shadows were heavy, and suppressed, restrained breaths rose and fell.

The extinguished candle was relit, and Jing Qianheng reached out to help her wash up. Jiang Zhishui's expression was broken as she stared intently at his lips, the shocking scene vividly flashing through her mind.

Her face was flushed, and she was still unable to shake off what had just happened.