Chapter 98: Desire and love are tormenting, never judging by right or wrong.
Princess Xuande was leaning on the imperial concubine's couch, with a maid fanning her and another massaging her legs. Outside the pearl curtain sat a doctor named Zhang for her enjoyment.
The eldest princess said, "Why are you so nervous? This medicine has been prepared by you, and it won't harm my son's life."
Doctor Zhang lowered his eyes slightly: "This is too despicable."
"Despicable? Ha."
Princess Xuande chuckled softly, playing with her newly dyed red nail polish. "This isn't one of those harsh, harsh drugs you'd find in brothels. Those kind of drugs cause a fever, and a soak in cold water will cure that. This medicine is called 'Golden Wind and Jade Dew.' Men take 'Golden Wind Unfading,' and women take 'Jade Dew Endless.' It works only when both partners are in love, and sexual intercourse nourishes the body. Otherwise, if one partner is aroused and the other remains indifferent, the medicine won't work. How can such a refined and elegant thing be called vulgar?"
Doctor Zhang frowned, "How can there be such a mysterious medicinal wine? It doesn't sound like medicine, but more like Miao Gu."
The princess nodded. "Well, almost. They were given to me by a Miao witch doctor over twenty years ago. He gave me three sets, and the one I'm using today is the last one."
Doctor Zhang didn't know who the first one was given to, but he knew that the second one was given to himself.
Thinking of the last time's gorgeous and absurd experience that was like being possessed by a ghost, the secret desires in my heart were infinitely magnified, and all worldly concerns - identity, status, and morality, turned into dissipating clouds under the waves of desire.
When the golden wind and jade dew meet, it is better than countless things in the world...
This medicine only works when both parties are in love. Could it be that he has feelings for the princess first? This is simply absurd.
Doctor Zhang was confused, so he frowned and said nothing, until a jade hand stained with red nail polish reached out from the bead curtain. Her five fingers were soft, long and fragrant, and they hooked onto his belt, causing him to stagger and fall onto the chaise longue.
The beaded curtain fluttered, the maids retreated with giggles, and Doctor Zhang closed his eyes in embarrassment.
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In Guanxi Garden, people were calling out to heaven but no one answered.
Cong Ying tried all the doors and windows and found that they were all locked from the outside. The servants were sent away and no one paid any attention to her no matter how she shouted.
She stood in the middle hall at a loss, turned her head to look behind the bead curtain, and caught a glimpse of a slender hand resting on the edge of the Luohan bed. As the sound pressed in her throat rolled, it gradually clenched into a fist, and the knuckles creaked.
Zong Ying quickly lowered her eyes and swallowed subconsciously.
Dry mouth and tongue, and a slight heat all over the body.
For a long while, neither of them spoke, until Cong Ying could no longer bear it and went back behind the bead curtain to get the teacup she had just drunk from during the game of chess, wanting to pour herself a cup of tea to quench her thirst.
A piece of fan bone pressed against her wrist.
Prince Jin lowered his eyes and didn't look at her: "The medicine I gave you should be in this tea. Do you still dare to drink it?"
Cong Ying was slightly surprised: "Could it be that I am also..."
But she had already drunk the tea.
The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I felt. A thin layer of sweat broke out on my body, and I felt like I was soaked in medicinal wine. I felt numbness in every inch of my bones and muscles, and somewhere in my secret place, I was feeling extremely excited.
Cong Ying is not an ignorant virgin. On the contrary, she has deeply experienced the sweetness and comfort of something.
He couldn't help but feel a desire for that thing in his heart, and the scene of kissing and entanglement emerged in his mind, but the person's face was not Xie Xuanlan who was far away in Xizhou, but the King of Jin who was holding his breath and pretending to be in front of him.
Cong Ying angrily threw the teapot, stepped back a few steps, leaned against the screen, and questioned King Jin: "You knew this a long time ago, didn't you?"
Prince Jin twitched the corner of his lips slightly: "You suspect that I drugged you? Then just assume it was me."
It doesn't make much difference whether it's him or the eldest princess.
If Congying could calm down and think about how King Jin urged her to leave, she would understand that it was not him.
But she could not remain calm at the moment. Instead, because of panic, loss of control, and anger, she deliberately blamed all of this on King Jin, and tried her best to think the worst of him, in order to alleviate her ardent desire for him.
She could not desire him; that was unfaithful, unrighteous, unrighteous, and immoral.
She tried to suppress her body's desires with all the sage books she had read, but it was no use. Instead, she felt that the sage books were so pale and ridiculous. She also tried to imagine the blame she would face after the truth was revealed, but she had suffered too many blames, each as light as a feather, but she had never suffered such an uncomfortable and heavy desire.
Now, the only one who can keep her clear-minded is Sanlang.
If Sanlang knew about this, how sad he would be...
The struggle between desire and reason exhausted all her strength, and she slowly slid down to the ground, leaning against the screen.
Sweat wet her eyelashes, and a glimpse of black clothing drifted into her hazy vision.
Then, her jaw was pinched by a hand, and she was forced to loosen her teeth that were biting her lips.
His fingertips, with a hint of coolness, gently stroked the wound on her lip. His voice seemed to sound worse than hers, like a piece of clear jade fished out of water, but then rubbed against it with rough sandpaper.
"It's very uncomfortable, isn't it?"
Cong Ying shook her head to deny it, but subconsciously wanted to rub her cheek against his palm.
The shadow pressing down in front of her eyes blocked out the light, and a wet and cool touch covered her lips, causing her to shudder instantly.
She felt panic in her heart, but her thirsty and dry tongue longed for him, so her whole body showed an extremely contradictory posture, sometimes she put her arms around his neck to get close to him, and sometimes she struggled to push him away.
Whether she wanted it or not, Prince Jin always locked his hands on the back of her neck, his lips and tongue entwined with hers, until their breaths were inseparable and their gazes were as lingering as boiling water.
He looked at her deeply for a while, picked her up from the ground and placed her on the Arhat couch.
When I reached out to undress her, I found that she was soaked with sweat, like osmanthus flowers wet by hot rain, and her whole body exuded a soft and beautiful fragrance.
The tip of his tongue touched her rosy cheek and her hazy, soft eyelashes.
It was difficult to tell how much of his emotion at the moment was due to the effects of the drug, and how much was due to... he had really been thinking about her for too long, missing her for too long.
Cong Ying no longer had the strength to stop anything, and she slowly closed her eyes.
Her skirt and hairpins fell to the ground one by one. When he held her in his arms with only an inner garment between them, she could feel his intense heartbeat, which was no different from when Saburo caressed her.
Most of the desires born out of love, whether it is possession or jealousy, all lead to this result.
"If this is what Your Highness has always desired, now that things have come to this, I am willing to grant Your Highness's wish."
Cong Ying took the initiative to take off the last piece of her underwear, revealing her soft and undulating body. In his suddenly dark gaze, she took the initiative to hug him, wrap her arms around him, and kiss him.
"Ah Ying..."
Prince Jin was stunned for a moment, and then relief and pleasure rushed to his head.
However, before he could savor this happiness, Ying's next words were like a basin of ice water poured over his head on a hot summer day, chilling him to the core in an instant.
She said, "Once, twice, until Your Highness gets tired of it, I'm fine with that. Now that Your Highness has gotten what he wanted, please let Sanlang go, okay?"
Prince Jin paused in caressing her, and remained silent for a long time, just staring at her.
My heart felt like it was being violently gripped, and something sour and hot flowed out.
He stared into her gentle eyes, finally seeing his own appearance clearly in them. "Do you think that in order to get you... or even just get your body, I not only sent Chen Zhang to Xizhou to kill Xie San, but also drugged your tea and forced you to have sex... Jiang Congying, am I really that unbearable in your heart?"
Cong Ying said, "I know His Highness is a very good person, but love is very trying, and it is not about right or wrong."
Isn't she a very principled person?
She truly loved Xie Xuanlan and was truly grateful to Madam Xie, but in the end she was still unfaithful and couldn't help but overstep her bounds with Prince Jin time and time again.
I even secretly had the idea of wanting to have my cake and eat it too.
This idea is like wildfire that cannot be extinguished, and it will be revived by the spring breeze.
If she is like this, how clean can the King of Jin be?
"I'm not blaming or accusing Your Highness," Cong Ying said in a low voice, "I sincerely want to make this exchange with Your Highness... Please let him go. I will bear the blame for seducing Your Highness."
The King of Jin stared at her with his deep eyes, like a tiny fire burning, and it was unclear whether it was desire or anger.
"You treat him so well that you even offer yourself as a bargaining chip. If that's the case..."
He gripped Congying's shoulders and exerted a little force, pushing her down on the Luohan bed. Her black hair spread out like a waterfall under her body, against her fair and rosy skin. Her eyes were like a trickle of spring water as she looked at him.
He leaned over, forcing himself not to think too much and just follow the drive of lust, kissing, caressing, and possessing.
The naked and smooth body trembled slightly under his palm, and when she felt his desire rising to the extreme, she tensed her body nervously, buried her face in the pillow, and bit her lips until a bloody smell came out.
After a long while, the expected pain did not come, but her face was forcibly turned away.
"Don't hide, look at me, don't think of someone else in your mind, take a good look at who I am."
The face of Prince Jin is on his body.
His facial features were very handsome and elegant, but the outline of his eyes was the phoenix eyes unique to the Xiao royal family. Such eyes could easily give people a feeling of arrogance and pride, like the eldest princess or a noble master.
It was just that Prince Jin was frail and introverted, and he always looked at her with a gentle and affectionate gaze, which made her ignore that he actually had such a sharp pair of eyes.
When he wasn't smiling, his eyes were bloodshot, piercing people like cold rain and needles.
"Afraid of me, huh?" His slender fingers lingered on her body in an ambiguous way, and he sighed softly, "You were always like this before, nervous and afraid, but you forced yourself not to say anything. For the Jiang family, for Du Rupan, for mother... In short, it was all for others, so you were bullied and tortured by me."
"On the night of August 15th, when you drank the wedding wine with him and cut the dragon and phoenix candles, why weren't you afraid? He asked for it again and again, being reckless and inconsiderate, and you just indulged him. Why weren't you afraid of him then?"
"You're shaking like this, is this what you mean by loving me and caring about me?"
The expression on Ying's face gradually changed from confusion to surprise, and she gradually became at a loss.
What is he talking about, the Jiang family, Du Rupan, and mother?
How could he know about the private affairs between her and Sanlang on their wedding night...
Was it a dream, or...
An inexplicable chill crept into her heart, and she subconsciously stepped back, but he locked her ankles and pulled her back.
He clenched his fists so tightly, as if he wanted to crush her into dust, to release the overwhelming emotions that had been hidden in his heart for a long time and had been gnawing at him.
"Jiang Congying! I do feel guilty towards you, but I also feel hatred in my heart!"
"You abandoned me, lied to me, tortured me... Do you know how I've endured all these years? And how have you treated him, huh? We've been intimate, loving each other wholeheartedly. Even at this moment, you're still thinking about him. Why does he... Tell me why he does? Why does he want you to exchange your body for his? His life is worth dying for!"
Cong Ying had never seen King Jin like this before, and he was furious and almost desperate.
He stood up and walked down from the bed, smashing everything in the room. The floor was covered with broken porcelain pieces, stained with his blood.
He was incoherent, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.
Sometimes he was jealous of Xie Xuanlan, whom he had personally supported until now, and sometimes he felt sorry for her, and the pain was so severe that he felt like his heart was bleeding.
If he is still like he was in his previous life, only caring about his own happiness and forcing her, then what is the difference between him and a beast who has forgotten the pain after the wound has healed?
Could it be that after kowtowed thousands of times and suffered for thousands of lifetimes, he prayed for this life just to repeat the same mistakes?
The medicinal wine stirred the passion within him, still burning him. King Jin closed his eyes and calmed himself for a moment. He picked up his coat draped beside the bed, shook it open, and wrapped Cong Ying, who was sitting naked on the bed with her knees hugged, in it.
"Don't be afraid," he said.
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