The translucent jade stone glowed with the gentle light of a tinderbox. Song Xizhi jumped twice, using both hands and feet, before he could barely catch the thing that was tumbling in the air.
Her palms felt icy cold, but her cheeks suddenly felt burning hot.
The hot potato bounced twice in Song Xizhi's hands, and she shoved it into the man's arms again: "You don't even know if it's clean or not, and you just touched it."
The man also came to his senses at this moment. He placed one hand on Song Xizhi's waist to comfort her, and with the other hand he took the things from her hand and put them back into the white porcelain bottle as they were.
Song Xizhi took a deep breath.
Seeing her reaction, the man raised an eyebrow slightly and said with a hint of teasing, "Didn't you watch it every night? What are you ashamed of now?"
Song Xizhi glared at him: "Why would I use a dead one when there are living ones?"
The man choked abruptly, but then he heard her voice continue: "Your performance wasn't much better. I was afraid that if things broke, they would find out, so I overreacted."
After saying this, Song Xizhi paused slightly, and his previously chaotic thoughts gradually became clearer: "I originally thought that the marks on her hands were from being abused, but I didn't expect it was because of this."
Zhao Qianlan was in a hurry yesterday; she actually went to have an affair, and she did it in such a promiscuous way!
The man raised an eyebrow, put everything back in its place, and closed the cabinet door again: "Her? The old friend you mentioned?"
Song Xizhi nodded, walked around the screen in the center of the room, and peered inside again: "I came here for this matter, but I don't know who the adulterer is."
She carefully examined the traces in the room, trying to find evidence that symbolized the adulterer's identity.
Seeing Song Xizhi's serious expression, the man followed her into the inner bedroom, where a large bed came into view.
But this bed is different from ordinary beds. Light gauze hangs down, partially covering the entire bed, while several large rings are nailed above the bed, which can be used to hang silk.
Turning the mechanism on one side of the bed will open and tilt the two sides of the bed board, extending four wooden shackles that are polished smooth and fixed to the bed.
As Song Xizhi watched the man turn the mechanism and the bed change accordingly, she couldn't help but gasp in amazement.
"I've really opened my eyes today. To possess such a wide variety of things, this adulterer must be of a high status."
The man had now restored the mechanism on the bed, withdrawn his hand, and strode over to Song Xizhi's side:
His tone was somewhat serious: "Not only is his status high, but his influence is probably also quite extensive."
Song Xizhi looked up at him with some confusion, and then heard the man's deep voice explain.
"Because the Western Rong often use these tricks, I was only suspicious of the little gadgets I saw before, but this bed in front of me, with its mysterious mechanisms, is not a product of the Great Khan."
Western Rong?
Upon hearing this word, Song Xizhi straightened his collar, pursed his lips, and looked up at the man in front of him.
The darkness of the night concealed the man's tall figure in the shadows, until his deep voice uttered the words "Xi Rong".
Another person came to Song Xizhi's mind.
He Jingyan.
He was just like He Jingyan—his breathing, his heartbeat, his eyes.
She walked step by step toward the man until she could see his eyes clearly.
"Western Rong?"
Song Xizhi tilted his head back, staring straight at him: "The Western Rong are far from the capital, how did you know about the Western Rong's mechanisms, my benefactor?"
The woman's voice echoed in the quiet night: "My benefactor is so skilled, could you have served as a soldier on the western border?"
“My husband’s name is He Jingyan. He is a second-rank Grand Protector. He has spent half his life on the battlefield and has made great achievements in the Western Rong border battles. However, he was ambushed and injured half a year ago.”
"Perhaps you... know each other?"
Song Xizhi's voice was scrutinizing, and he emphasized the last few words.
After a moment of silence, the man chuckled softly and shook his head: "Your husband is renowned; how could I not know him?"
"However, I have never been to the Western Rong border, and he does not know me. What he just said was just something he had seen in a book."
Song Xizhi frowned, took another step forward, and almost pressed forward: "Oh?"
"That's quite a coincidence. My benefactor has never been to the Western Rong, yet he knows so much about them..."
"You have saved me from danger time and time again. I must let my husband know about this so that he can express his gratitude to you in person."
As she spoke, she tried to step forward, but the man suddenly grabbed her hand. His movements were forceful, but his voice was soft, as if he were doting on a spoiled kitten: "Alright, we'll meet when your husband wakes up."
Song Xizhi was furious at his attitude.
She took a few steps back, withdrew her hand, and turned to leave.
Song Xizhi walked around the screen again and hurried back to the outer room, with the man following behind.
When he walked around the screen, he saw Song Xizhi leaning over the soft couch, silently closing the cabinet door that he had just opened.
The moonlight shone on her small face, making her incredibly beautiful.
There were originally four low cabinets at the soft couch, but now three of them are open. After hesitating for a moment, Song Xizhi reached out and gently pulled open the last cabinet door, where he saw some bottles and jars.
She took one of the white porcelain bottles in her hand, opened the stopper, and repeatedly smelled it.
A moment later, he saw Song Xizhi turn around and wave the white porcelain bottle in his hand at him: "Come and smell this scent, see if there are any clues, whether it also comes from the Western Rong?"
Upon hearing this, the man stepped forward, bent down slightly, and carefully smelled the contents of the white porcelain bottle from the woman's hand.
A sweet, cloying fragrance wafted into his nostrils and quickly seeped into his body, causing his breath to become disordered for a moment.
His expression hardened, and he quickly moved his nose away. He then grasped Song Xizhi's hand and felt her burning body temperature seeping through the thin fabric of her clothes.
Song Xizhi's body was burning hot. When the man lifted her eyelids, he saw that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were red. Against the backdrop of the white jade hairpin in her hair, it was as if the bright colors of a begonia were reflected.
The man abruptly withdrew his hand, but before he could pull it away, the woman grabbed it again.
Driven by her own will, she took a step forward, her small, warm hands moving toward the man's chest.
The man took a step back abruptly and looked down, only to see the woman's alluring eyes.
The moonlight poured down, shining on the woman's face, making it seem as if one could make out the delicate features of her face.
She was breathing heavily, her hair disheveled at her temples, and she looked up at him helplessly, her face flushed with a pink mist that spread from her cheeks to her neck and then to a place where it could not be seen.
She murmured softly, her body unconsciously rubbing against the man:
"Help me, I'm really in so much pain, please help me."
The man's breathing was heavy, and his eyes were filled with turbulent emotions.
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