Chapter 215 Wait for me to wake up and we'll fight again

"No." Jiang Zhi shook her head and grasped his thin wrist, stopping him from doing what he had done many times before.

"Master, after all this time, have you never thought of me?" Her hazy, drunken eyes stared at him without blinking, like a female demon sucking the life force of a scholar in a bamboo hut in the dead of night.

Shen Ci'an's forehead veins throbbed.

"Young Miss, you will regret this." Even at this point, Shen Ci'an still retained her rationality.

He kissed her passionately, but did not take any further steps.

The person in front of him seemed to have cried themselves to exhaustion. After venting their emotions, they simply wrapped their arms around Shen Ci'an's neck and drifted off to sleep in his arms.

She was restless in her sleep, her brows furrowed as if she had something on her mind.

Shen Ci'an propped himself up on his arm and watched her, reaching out to smooth her furrowed brows with his fingertips, his eyes flickering with light.

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By the time Jiang Zhi fully regained consciousness, it was already completely dark.

She rubbed her throbbing temples. The room was pitch black, and she hadn't yet realized where she was.

But a long, slender hand pressed against her temple, gently and slowly massaging it.

She thought of something, her face turned pale, and she froze on the spot, not daring to move.

She remembered drinking alcohol, and then she seemed to see Shen Ci'an, clinging to him and refusing to let go, even trying to force herself on him...

A chaotic and embarrassing scene swept over her, but all she wanted to do was smash her head against the bedpost and die.

What did she and her husband do?

"Awake?" A cool, husky voice sounded in my ear.

Jiang Zhi closed her eyes, trying to pretend she hadn't heard, but then she heard him chuckle, "Miss was incredibly brave just now, which I truly admire and admit defeat to."

Seeing that pretending to be asleep was not working and that he was even making fun of her, Jiang Zhi could only shrink her body as much as possible, looking like a student who had done something wrong and was waiting to be scolded.

So she really did have a relationship with the teacher...

What should we do?

Drinking really does lead to trouble. How is she going to handle this?

Shen Ci'an turned her body around so that she was facing him.

At this moment, Shen Ci'an's black hair was loose and his clothes were half-covered, giving him a lazy air like an immortal descending to the mortal world.

Jiang Zhi didn't dare to look any longer and turned her gaze away.

Seeing her ostrich-like appearance, Shen Ci'an couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

He knew this would happen.

Fortunately, I didn't get drunk and act recklessly with her.

There is still room for things to calm down.

“Don’t worry, Miss,” he said, placing a light kiss on her forehead. “Nothing has happened.”

"Huh?" Jiang Zhi looked up in surprise.

They've clearly done this and that, is Shen Ci'an sure he's not lying to her?

"When have I ever lied to you? Actually, just knowing that you're safe and sound is enough." Shen Ci'an kissed her lips again and tucked a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear.

He knew that Xiao Xuanyou had been searching for her relentlessly.

If he finds Jiang Zhi and brings her back to the capital, he will not be able to protect her with his current power; he will only push her into an even more dangerous situation.

If anything happens to her again, he will never forgive himself.

The only solution is to let her continue to stay in the Feng family as Ji Zhiya.

He couldn't even approach her openly; he could only watch from afar.

This is the best thing for her.

Thinking of this, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Ultimately, he was not strong enough to protect her under his wing.

Jiang Zhi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, otherwise she would have really become a heartless man who slept with someone and then denied everything.

"I'm sorry, Master. I was drunk and behaved rudely. I didn't do anything strange to you, did I?"

Shen Ci'an shook his head, instructed the servants to bring her clothes, tidied her up, and then had her sit in front of the mirror. He took a wooden comb and straightened her messy hair.

After their marriage, Shen Ci'an combed Jiang Zhi's hair every day, and his initial awkwardness had long since turned into a skillful one.

It was finished in no time.

Jiang Zhi looked up at Shen Ci'an.

His clothes were disheveled, and his meticulously styled black hair was draped over his shoulders. He exuded a refined and aloof air, yet also a sense of leisurely ease.

Jiang Zhi couldn't resist the urge to help, "Why don't I tie your hat for you, Master?"

“Alright,” Shen Ci’an lifted his robe and sat down with his back straight, looking at her with his clear, light eyes. “Please, Miss, show mercy.”

Jiang Zhi couldn't help but grind her teeth.

This is mocking her for never having styled his hair before, so her skills are rusty.

However, she soon realized that Shen Ci'an was right.

After a full half-incense stick's time, her arms were sore and weak from raising them, and she finally managed to tie up a hair ornament that was barely presentable.

Shen Ci'an looked at himself in the mirror, but didn't mind at all; in fact, he thought it was quite appropriate.

"Thank you, Miss."

"I was supposed to invite you to dinner, but I promised Miss Feng I'd take you home before dark. It's getting late, so we need to hurry." He seemed to be in a good mood.

Jiang Zhi then remembered that in the corner of the blurry image, there was her cousin watching her switch between Lu Yuan and Shen Ci'an, her eyes wide with disbelief.

I don't know how to explain it to her when I get back.

She had the illusion that she was about to be executed.

But what's coming must come.

*

That night.

Lu Yuan sat upright in the secret room, his whip dripping with blood, and the smell of rust lingered on his body.

Before them were two people hanging upside down on a rack.

The two men wore dark, coarse cloth shorts and riding breeches, with cloth vests over them, dressed like river pirates who frequented the area year-round.

This is a live prisoner that Lu Yuan captured from the river pirates who dared to hijack his shipment.

But Lu Yuan knew that these people were not real river pirates.

They had high cheekbones, thick lips, wide noses, and dark skin; they didn't look like native southerners at all.

They seem more like the Northern Barbarians who frequently harass the northern border.

But why would the Northern Barbarians appear on the Bian River?

For some reason, Lu Yuan felt a vague unease in his heart.

I have a feeling that something is going to happen.

With a forceful flick of his wrist, the whip lashed the two Di people, and at the same time, the wound on his own shoulder reopened, blood gushing out and quickly staining half of his arm red.

But he seemed oblivious, continuing his interrogation with a cold expression.

Unfortunately, these two Di people were incredibly stubborn. Even though they were beaten so badly that not a single patch of skin was intact, they gritted their teeth and refused to give in.

If Lu Yuan hadn't reacted quickly and dislocated their jaws, they might now only be two corpses who had committed suicide by swallowing poison.