Chapter 18 Being Given Away
It was already dark, and because of yesterday's rain, the air was very humid and hot today.
Chunming asked someone to bring two basins of ice, and the room finally felt a little cooler.
"Your Highness, it's not hot now. Would you like to eat?"
Xiao Linyuan didn't open his eyes, but only replied: "Go to the kitchen and get some more almond tofu."
Chunsheng was stunned. Why did the prince's taste change so much after waking up? The prince never ate such sweet pastries before.
As diligent as spring, she never disobeyed Xiao Linyuan's words and went to the kitchen happily.
But when he brought back the almond tofu, Xiao Linyuan didn't stand up.
"Your Highness, it's already 12:00 PM. Please eat something."
Xiao Linyuan then opened his eyes and looked out the window, "Wang Ge, go see what's wrong with her."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Wang Ge didn't even show up, he just flew away from the roof.
Chunsheng scratched his head. Is “she” referring to Miss Mianmian?
The prince has never had contact with many girls before. Has he suddenly become enlightened?
——
Biluozhai.
The Xiao Mansion's carriage stopped, and there was no movement inside.
After a long time, Xiao Jin reached out and touched Song Zijin's waist. The latter's body stiffened instantly and he shrank back reflexively.
The air was still for a moment, and then Song Zijin opened his eyes drowsily, as if he had just woken up.
"Husband, are we here yet?"
Xiao Jin sat upright in the middle of the carriage, watching Song Zijin's exaggerated acting calmly without exposing him.
"Madam is awake?"
"Well, the coachman's driving skills are so good that I couldn't help but fall asleep. I hope I didn't disturb my husband."
Xiao Jin shook his head with a gentle smile on his face.
"My lady is a beauty, and even when she's asleep, she makes the carriage beautiful and pleasant. I'm so happy for her, how could I feel disturbed?"
If she had heard this before, Song Zijin would have shyly replied, "My husband, you are too kind."
But at this moment, she wanted to tear off Xiao Jin's mask and slap him hard twice.
If only I had the right...
The curtain opened and Xiao Jin stood up and got out of the carriage.
Song Zijin didn't know what was outside the carriage, but when she looked at her exposed chest-length skirt, she had a bad feeling in her heart.
This skirt was found by Xiao Jin after she got on the carriage. She had never worn such revealing clothes before and was filled with shame.
He lowered his eyes, pulled at his collar, and checked the drugs and poisons in his sleeves. Fortunately, he was not completely unable to protect himself.
If Xiao Jin forces her again today, then they will die together!
She had already written a letter to Xiao Linyuan. If she died, Fu Yue would send the letter to the palace. As long as her family could be saved, her life would not be lost in vain.
After getting off the carriage, Song Zijin discovered that this was the back of a restaurant.
The lights were dim, and the place was quite deserted. She secretly held the silver needle in her hand, her fingers trembling slightly.
"Madam, you look like you are going to die heroically." Xiao Jin chuckled.
Song Zijin forced a smile, "My husband is joking."
You bastard, what are you laughing at? I want to tear your mouth apart!
Xiao Jin couldn't hear what she was thinking, and he led her forward, waving his folding fan.
Passing through the decayed gate, there is a different kind of scenery inside——
In the bustling hall, the lights were bright and the cheers were endless.
In the center of the stage, a group of scantily clad dancers were dancing, and the pianists were playing lascivious music. The whole scene was decadent and uncomfortable.
Fortunately, they were on the third floor, and there was a large translucent screen in front of them, so people downstairs couldn't see up.
But even so, Song Zijin still felt a little nauseous, especially when seeing those fat, big-eared men holding heavily made-up women in their arms...
So, this is a place of entertainment.
She began to think about retreating. Even if she died, she didn't want to die here.
Xiao Jin grabbed her arm in time and said, "Madam, now that we are here, it's not easy to find the way out."
"No, husband, I want to go home, please!"
Xiao Jin laughed, "Madam, you have already prepared yourself mentally. It's too late to leave now."
After saying this, he ignored Song Zijin's struggle, carried him on his shoulders, kicked open a wooden door carved with peonies, and walked straight in.
The room was pitch black. Song Zijin was thrown onto the soft big bed. His head hit the railing and he saw stars.
When I shook all the stars out of my mind, the lights in the room suddenly came on.
The sudden light made Song Zijin's eyes feel a little uncomfortable. She raised her hand to block the light source and squinted her eyes to see an old man with half-gray hair sitting at a table not far away.
"Who are you?" She sat up straight, in a defensive position.
The man stared at her with a smile, his cloudy eyes shining with brilliance. He looked her up and down inch by inch, as if he was looking at a trophy.
Song Zijin suddenly felt a chill.
Looking around, she found that the furnishings in the room were very luxurious, and there were many things she had never seen before.
For example, there was a thing on the wall that looked like a torture rack, and a wooden rack in the middle of the room that looked like a horse, but the most creepy thing was the silver shackles.
Her intuition told her that these were not good things.
There was a hole in the wall opposite the bed. No matter how bright the candlelight was at night, it was not as bright as during the day. She could not see clearly what was in the small hole, but she always felt that someone was looking at her from the opposite side.
There is only one exit from the house, which is the front door.
Judging from the old man's age, he couldn't outrun her at all, but he wasn't worried about her escaping, which meant someone was guarding the door.
The power of one person is too weak, not to mention that she is a weak woman, so she must not act rashly.
"Who are you, and where is my husband?"
"Men who come here are all looking for fun. Your husband has gone to seek other pleasures. As for me, I wonder if Madam likes reading. I am Sun Shoucheng, the director of the Imperial College, and I can help Madam with your doubts."
Sun Shoucheng's voice was sticky and had a foul smell that was inconsistent with his status.
Song Zijin stood up and took a few steps forward, pretending to be calm. "My husband is the Minister of Personnel, and you are colleagues. You can come to my house to chat in the future. I won't accompany you today."
"Madam." Sun Shoucheng laughed lewdly.
"Why are you playing dumb? I heard you've been with King Jinyue before, followed the Minister of Personnel, and then King Jinyue again. A woman with such experience, I naturally have to treat her with pity."
As he spoke, Sun Shoucheng pounced on him. Song Zijin's pupils trembled, and he took out a sleeping pill from his sleeve and sprinkled it on Sun Shoucheng's face.
"Bitch, what did you spill!" Sun Shoucheng covered his eyes tightly, crying in pain.
"This is something that can make a man ecstasy, please enjoy it, Master Siye!"
After saying that, she took out a handkerchief soaked in impotence potion and covered Sun Shoucheng's mouth and nose with it.
This thing is colorless and odorless, and no one will be able to detect it in the future.
Although Sun Shoucheng was over fifty years old, he still had plenty of strength. He held on and slapped Song Zijin in the face.
He yelled, "Someone! Kill this bitch!"
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