Chapter 99: Relief: Who is more ruthless?
The cool fragrance on the clothes was like the snow-covered mountains, with a faint bitter taste of herbs, which was the unique fragrance of Prince Jin.
This scent should have made people feel at ease, calm, and respectful, but now it has become the catalyst for the medicinal wine. Wrapped in his clothes, Ying smelled the fragrance and trembled uncontrollably. He felt an itch in his bones and water condensed in his flesh and blood. His whole body was soft and empty, and he deeply longed for the owner of this fragrance.
A hand gently lifted her face, and she saw the Prince of Jin's thin lips slightly open and close: "Aying, are you feeling okay?"
The voice was caring, yet it was like a seductive melody that could make one fall into depravity, and it made one's earlobes feel numb and itchy.
Cong Ying raised her misty and red eyes and glanced at him quickly. This glance saw his equally deep desire. The dark emotions intertwined and swirling, but it was surprisingly bright, as if as long as she nodded, he could devour her without leaving any bones.
Cong Ying reached out her trembling hand and took hold of the corner of his clothes.
Just when King Jin thought she would take the next move, she slowly let go.
She breathed deeply and slowly, forcing herself to think about Sanlang, thinking about how he suffered and was exiled to Xizhou for her, and how his life was at stake. If she imagined him watching from the side, could she still be so spineless?
Yes, she was in love with Prince Jin, she admitted it.
But the more this happens, the more I cannot agree. I am afraid that once the floodgates of indulgence are opened, my selfish desires will burst forth like a flood and a landslide, and there will be no turning back.
How would she feel then...how would she feel.
Therefore, Cong Ying shook her head gently and whispered, "I'm fine, Your Highness. I just don't have the strength. I just need to rest for a while."
Prince Jin carefully observed her face and saw that her eyelashes were drooping. Apart from the sweat on her temples, there was indeed nothing fishy in her expression.
He said: "If you feel uncomfortable, don't endure it. This is not ordinary medicine. Forcing yourself to endure it will harm your body."
Cong Ying slowly raised the corner of her mouth: "I'm really fine."
So the King of Jin slowly let her go and said, "Then lie down and rest. Don't move."
He wanted to look around for some clean water and give her a drink. But just as he was getting into bed, he heard a muffled groan behind him, and a suppressed gasp of pain escaped from his teeth.
When Prince Jin turned around, he saw her covering her face with her hands and looking up in panic, but bright red blood still flowed out from between her fingers.
King Jin was horrified and pulled her hand away. He saw blood flowing out of her nose and her whole face turned from a slightly translucent red to a soft and rotten steamed peach blossom, so soft that it would burst with water if touched lightly.
"Are you crazy?"
Prince Jin pressed the back of her neck to make her lower her head to avoid choking on the blood from her nose. His hand was a little too strong, and Cong Ying moaned in pain and fell into his arms.
His heartbeat was so intense it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest, and his voice was filled with fury: "Do you know that suppressing your anger will cause your body to explode and die? Jiang Congying, who taught you to be so naive? Who taught you to treat your own life so lightly?!"
Cong Ying's whole body was burning hot, and she was already in a daze, so she could not hear clearly what he was yelling.
Her thirsty lips trembled as they opened and closed, and suddenly there was a cool and soft feeling like sweet spring water covering them. The soft tip of the tongue pressed in with irresistible force, hooking her tongue so that she could not avoid it, sucking and biting her tossing her around.
Then the world spun around and she was pushed down on the couch.
The Prince of Jin pressed down, his chest thin and smooth like jade, warm and cool, cooling and relieving heat, like a sweet raindrop to a fish in a dry rut, floating ice to a fish in a cauldron. Cong Ying tried to thrust herself closer to him, biting her tongue tightly, hoping the pain would sober her up a bit, but her jaw was soon forcibly clamped open.
She reached out to push, but her wrists were locked above her head.
She curled up with her legs bent, and her legs were forcibly spread apart.
The Prince of Jin looked down at her with a bloodshot look in his eyes, and it was hard to tell whether it was anger or hatred. "You hate me so much that you would rather suffocate yourself to death than have sex with me, right?"
Congying gasped and shook her head, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes onto the pillow.
The King of Jin released her jaw, and she said, "If it's to satisfy His Highness's desire and exchange it for Sanlang's safety, I'm willing to do it. If it's for myself... I can endure it..."
"If it wasn't Your Highness, but someone else... I'd accepted it as a last resort... But Your Highness... I'm not entirely clear-minded. I can't tell if it was the drugs or my own selfish desires... When I see Sanlang again, I'll feel ashamed to explain it to him..."
Prince Jin said coldly, "It's extremely pedantic, it's all nonsense."
He leaned over and licked the blood between her nose and lips. Her blood was sweet, but it brought back some extremely bitter memories for him.
She values friendship over her life, and would rather die in glory than live in disgrace... He really hated this about her.
He ignored her crying and trembling, and his lips and teeth spread downwards, leaving red marks on her neck. When he moved further down, he heard her broken sobs: "But I don't want to lose him... Please... Don't..."
The King of Jin said, "You won't lose him. In this emergency, you must act swiftly. Even if he finds out, he won't blame you later."
Cong Ying shook her head with tears in her eyes: "He will be disappointed in me..."
In fact, her head was dizzy and her consciousness was not very clear. She was tossed up and down by desire. The fear in her heart was infinitely magnified. She almost lost the ability to think calmly and was just relying on instinct to fight against her feelings.
Cong Ying recalled the look in Sanlang's eyes that she had seen in her dream. He always looked at her quietly. Maybe he liked her, but it always made her feel anxious, always worried that she would displease him and disappoint him.
She has to do very well... to be worthy of the status of a wife of the Xie family and to be his wife.
Prince Jin sighed and said, "He only feels sorry for you... Ah Ying, I know him better than you do, you have to trust me."
Cong Ying still shook his head.
"you……!"
The King of Jin was so disappointed with her that he wished he could be cruel and force her to do the thing, and then let her beat and scold him, and he would be the bad guy.
But after this incident, he also realized her stubbornness and paranoia.
This temporary show of strength could relieve her physical irritability, but how could she get over the hurdle in her heart?
Given the Princess's style, to prevent Ah Ying from denying her identity, she would undoubtedly storm in with a horde of people, likely even with matchmakers and bridesmaids. Seeing that the two of them were already engaged, she would simply put them in wedding attire and lock them up for the ceremony, then the next day request an imperial decree to appoint them Princess Jin. With this combination of tactics, even the fairies in heaven would be captivated by her.
But Ah Ying must be unable to get over it. She is afraid that Xie Xuanlan will misunderstand her, so it is possible that she will commit suicide to show her determination.
Can he relieve her temporary anger and prevent her from getting over her lifelong worries?
At this moment, King Jin was so confused and hesitant that he almost vomited blood.
But his fear was deeper and heavier. The nightmare of his previous life lingered in his mind. He was afraid that she would make some mistake, so no matter how much hatred or desire he had, he had to restrain himself and swallow it back into his stomach.
Then he gently and patiently persuaded her: "Okay, I won't force it, don't be afraid."
Upon hearing this, Congying slowly raised her eyes to look at him, tears gleaming in her eyes, and gratitude was revealed in her eager and intoxicated desire.
Prince Jin raised his hand and stroked her wet temples:
"But forcing yourself to endure like this isn't the right approach. Let me help you get rid of some of the pain. Just think of yourself as ill, and I'll heal you. There's no need to be cautious about gender differences, or just treat this as a dream... It'll all be gone without a trace."
Congying was a little confused about what he meant. Apart from completely giving themselves to each other, how else could a man and a woman relieve such burning desire?
It wasn't until his warm palm slowly moved over her that her nerves suddenly tensed up.
“Your Highness…!” The voice trembled in surprise.
"Don't be afraid." Prince Jin leaned over and placed a soothing kiss on her forehead. "It's just a temporary measure."
His slender knuckles seemed to be plucking the strings of a guitar, lingering and probing lovingly, but not sparing the strength.
Such a legitimate and high-sounding excuse.
The Prince of Jin gazed at her with serene eyes, seemingly calm and clear, but beneath the crimson crimson, a raging storm threatening to engulf her at any moment. Cong Ying's heart pounded under his blazing gaze, yet she could only stare back with wet eyelashes.
His gaze always made her heart beat fast, but also made her confused.
His fingers were slightly cool, but his palms were warmer, soft and powerful, like a whistling spring breeze.
Break the spring ice and turn it into spring water.
Cong Ying bit her lip and her eyes were slightly moist.
Her eyes flickered with each breath, like a dark red charcoal buried under ashes, flickering every time the wind touched it. The emotions in her heart also surged silently.
Thirst.
Prince Jin lowered his head and approached her, lightly touching her with his thin lips, bringing a hint of cool sweetness. The tip of his tongue slowly traced the shape of her lips, soothing her uneasy emotions.
Cong Ying felt unbearable, but she bit her tongue willfully, restraining herself from responding.
Prince Jin smiled, let go of her lips and moved away.
Outside, the wind turned into rain, violently hitting the doors and windows.
Cong Ying seemed to be startled by the waves and suddenly tensed her body, but he pressed it back with one hand.
This is...this is!
What is this!
The wind is strong and the rain is roaring...
A hand reached out and pinched her cheeks to prevent her from biting her tongue. Tears rolled down Ying's eyes uncontrollably, but she didn't dare to say whether it was out of shame or anger, or something else.
The drizzle is like a caress, while the sudden rain is like a drum.
…
Cong Ying suddenly lost all his strength, sighed deeply, and lay back on the couch, gasping for breath.
As the tide rose and fell, the effect of the medicine gradually faded from her body.
Prince Jin raised his head to look at her, and she also quietly turned her head to look at Prince Jin.
The effect of the medicine did not make his pale face rosy, but it made his pupils darker, black as ink jade, which was set against his face as white as rice paper, and his eyebrows and eyes appeared breathtakingly deep and beautiful.
In particular, his usually light-colored thin lips were moistened by the silver water and turned red, giving him a strange and otherworldly beauty.
Cong Ying's heart was beating wildly and in a state of panic.
I stared at him blankly, not knowing what to say, not knowing whether to thank him or be annoyed.
Fortunately, Prince Jin neither asked her nor laughed at her. He lowered his eyes, straightened his clothes, and walked down from the Arhat couch. He kicked away the scattered porcelain and broken cups on the ground at his feet and went behind the screen next to the treasure cabinet.
Cong Ying knew that she was the only one who had just been relieved, and he was not yet. Now he was suffering from desire, and he was weak, so he must be suffering more than herself.
After all, she was not heartless, so she said in a low voice: "Do you... do you want me to help you too..."
Prince Jin paused, tilted his head slightly to look at her, a faint smile playing on his lips, almost ironic, almost self-deprecating: "Help me? Have you figured out how to explain your innocence to him?"
From Ying: "..."
If you don't think it through, you'll regret it as soon as you say it.
The King of Jin glanced at her and knew what she was thinking. He said darkly, "It's better not to mention it... Ah Ying, your kindness sometimes really makes people hate you."
Congying didn't dare to speak anymore, but bit her lip, blaming herself in her heart, not knowing how to have it both ways.
Jin Wang stretched out his hand to her and said, "Take a rest. Lend me one of your clothes."
So Cong Ying handed over her underwear with a blushing face.
She had personally smoked this last night, using the new osmanthus incense she'd made this year. Because she preferred the scent, she'd left it on for a while longer, making it rich and fragrant, lingering all day... Back then, she hadn't imagined it would be used this way.
Seeing Prince Jin grabbing her inner garment and going behind the screen, Cong Ying breathed a sigh of relief, but she was still confused in her heart.
Can she feel at ease with this result?
Although he didn't really break the window paper, doing so doesn't seem to make him innocent at all.
But could she blame Prince Jin? His Highness was only trying to help her, so she could only blame herself.
Blame her for not being able to let go of that, not being able to give up that, looking around and being indecisive, not wanting to hurt anyone, wanting to swallow the bitter fruit herself, but she couldn't bear it to the end, and the prince saw through it.
Blame her for being so stubborn and wanting to leave some room for self-deception. At least when she meets Sanlang in the future, she can still defend herself by saying that she didn't have an affair with the King of Jin out of selfish desire, and at least she was not happy at the time...
But is she really unhappy?
The body's reaction is hard to lie. Even thinking about it now, I can't help but feel a surge of excitement.
So what did she hold on to? Between Sanlang and Prince Jin, which one did she help?
Cong Ying was completely confused.
She slowly put on her clothes, hugged her knees and sat on the couch, buried her head between her knees, and listened quietly to the movements in the room.
At first, one could hear the rubbing of clothes and suppressed low moans behind the screen, but gradually it became quiet, and even the panting could hardly be heard.
Cong Ying didn't know what it looked like for a man to masturbate, but when she thought about how she had just cried and moaned, she couldn't help but feel her face flushed. She bit her lip and buried herself deeper.
After a long time, King Jin still did not move.
Cong Ying couldn't help but worry, and asked softly, "Your Highness, are you okay?"
No one answered her.
Because she had just been scolded by King Jin for talking too much, Cong Ying was quite hesitant, but she was still worried about his condition, so she tiptoed down from the bed and quietly approached the screen.
"Your Highness, can you please answer me?"
Still no answer.
I concentrated my attention on the screen and could faintly hear the sound of dripping water.
Where does the water come from?
She had a bad feeling in her heart, and turned around the screen, but the scene in front of her made her scream on the spot.
"Your Highness! Your Highness Prince Jin!"
The Prince of Jin sat in the armchair with his upper body naked, his inner garment hanging at his feet.
His wrist was casually resting on the armrest, and he had somehow cut a deep wound. Blood was oozing out of the wound, along his pale wrist bone and slender fingers, and dripping into his shirt, so even the sound of blood falling to the ground could not be heard from outside.
In just a short while, his shirt was soaked with blood. The deep red blood spread on the ground and soaked the ends of his hair that hung down on his face.
He bit her underwear tightly in his mouth, without making any cry of pain, and had already passed out.
He actually comforted himself like this...
It was as if an invisible hand was grasping Ying's heart. She fell into a pool of blood with a horrified face. She tried to stop the bleeding in a panic, but tears rushed out of her eyes and she couldn't see his face clearly for a moment.
How could this be... Why are you so cruel...
Her voice changed due to fear: "Your Highness, Your Highness, please don't scare me... Please answer me..."
She reached out her hand tremblingly to feel his breath, and feeling a little relief, she quickly tore a strip of cloth from her clothes and used it to strangle his bleeding wound. Then, regardless of the blood all over her body, she staggered to the locked door and banged on it with all her strength.
He shouted hoarsely, choking with sobs: "Someone come! Someone come quickly!"
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The author has something to say: In fact, Da Xie has a strong desire for revenge... He has never really let go of the feeling of being abandoned for fifteen years.
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