Yan Beimo didn't speak. He slowly squatted down and gently lifted Yang Zhou's chin with the small knife he was playing with.
“Your older brother went back from Libei. I think he doesn’t want to see you alive.”
Yang Zhou was shocked, his face turning ashen.
"You—you dare?!"
Yan Beimo chuckled softly, his gentle gaze sweeping over the girl behind him.
Chu Changning's cheeks were covered in sweat, and the corners of her eyes were red and moist, but she didn't notice his gaze.
Once he lost his internal energy, the scorching heat became somewhat uncontrollable.
She pressed herself tightly against the stone wall to cool down, her brows furrowed as she endured the pain.
Suddenly, screams erupted, and with a soft thud, blood gushed out.
Chu Changning was shocked and immediately looked up.
The bloodied hand was cruelly severed and rolled towards her with its momentum.
Her beautiful face turned pale instantly, and she stared stiffly at Yan Beimo.
The latter was still laughing, his hands, which were gripping the knife, were covered in blood.
Their eyes met in mid-air.
The smile in his eyes was devoid of any warmth, and his gentle face was splattered with blood, making him look extremely terrifying.
Chu Changning suddenly realized that he was doing it on purpose.
He deliberately showed her his brutality, hoping to make her submit.
Yang Zhou fainted from the pain.
The guards cleaned the ice room thoroughly and dragged the person, hands and all, away.
The heavy stone door was closed.
The ice room suddenly darkened a bit.
Yan Beimo threw down his knife and slowly walked towards her.
Are you scared?
He leaned closer to her, his blood-stained hand gripping her chin with cold force.
"Tsk, how pathetic."
She bit her lip until it bled, and her delicate, rosy lips were stained with blood.
Yan Beimo pressed down hard, causing her to groan in pain.
"Heh, that sounds pretty good."
Chu Changning, "---"
The two were very close, close enough that she could clearly smell the cold, frosty scent emanating from him, tinged with the stench of blood.
She gritted her teeth, refusing to let her desires control her mind.
Suddenly, he took a handkerchief from her bosom and stuffed it into her hand.
She sat on the ice bed, feeling weak all over, her cheeks flushed, and she could barely hold onto the handkerchief in her hand.
Yan Beimo bent down, took her hand, and gently wiped the sticky blood from her face.
Their eyes met, their breaths mingling. Her soft, boneless hand wiped his face. In the dimly lit ice room, an atmosphere of ambiguity lingered.
From the side, her slender and tall figure seemed to be nestled in his arms, leaning against him.
Neither of them spoke.
Yan Beimo stared intently at her, his slender eyes slightly upturned, the red mole beneath his brows alluring and seductive.
"The Bewitching Fragrance Poison: Those who are poisoned by its fragrance will die suddenly and without cure."
After saying that, he straightened up, turned around, and walked out.
"You can just wait here to die."
die?
Chu Changning watched his departing figure with hazy eyes, and suddenly understood.
He wouldn't let her go. If she continued to be so defiant, she would eventually be tortured to death in this Yandu.
Why not take this opportunity to change tactics and seduce him to lower his guard?
We can't really let this damn poison kill us.
"Your Excellency—Your Lordship—"
Yan Beimo paused, then turned around.
"Don't want to die?"
He stood with his back to the light, half of his body in the shadows, his gaze, turned to the side, carrying a casual, teasing air.
Chu Changning bit her lip, propped herself up, and pounced on him.
Yan Beimo didn't move, letting her hug him tightly.
She tiptoed, clung to his shoulders, and buried her face in the crook of his neck.
“We are husband and wife, we should have consummated our marriage long ago.”
Warm breath fell on his neck, tickling him slightly.
Yan Beimo was too lazy to care about her stubborn excuses, but remembering her infuriating words in the attic, he deliberately said...
"Beg me."
Chu Changning stiffened, tightening her grip on his shoulders as if she wanted to strangle him.
But the man's presence surrounded her, making her involuntarily twist her waist and rub against him.
Yan Beimo held her twisting waist with one hand, lowered his eyes, and stared intently at her lips.
“I wouldn’t mind locking you up here and letting you burn to death.”
Chu Changning gritted her teeth in anger, looked up, and sealed his lips with hers.
Her soft, red lips pressed tightly against his, and their breaths instantly intertwined.
The hand around their waist tightened suddenly, and the two fell onto the ice bed behind them.
Yan Beimo turned his head away from her entanglement, grabbed her cheek with one hand, and said stubbornly.
"Beg me."
The effects of the medicine that Chu Changning had been suppressing were aroused, and she rubbed against his cold clothes uncomfortably.
"Beg me."
His seductive, low voice tickled her ear, and she hugged his shoulders, tilting her head back in discomfort as she hummed sweetly at him.
"My Lord~"
Her clothes came off, revealing alluring eyes and skin as smooth as warm jade. A single glance from her eyes was enough to captivate him.
Yan Beimo's rationality was instantly devoured.
He gripped her waist, pinning her beneath him, his grip so tight it seemed he wanted to strangle her, to ingrain her into his very bones.
Chu Changning groaned in pain, unconsciously regaining some consciousness, and opened her eyes to look at him.
His once cool and gentle eyes had turned bloodshot and were now filled with desire.
Anyone who didn't know better would think he was poisoned.
He hugged her and kissed her fiercely, his firm chest burning hot.
Their clothes were scattered all over the floor.
In the dimly lit ice room, only their tangled, panting breaths rose and fell incessantly.
The ice room here is not a real ice room; there are no icebergs carved out around it.
However, it is difficult for people without internal energy to stay here for long. Ordinary people would be shivering from the cold in less than half an incense stick's time.
The night hawk, who was guarding outside, was surprised to see that there was still no movement inside.
Can we stay here for that long?
He stared at the stone gate for a few moments, but then he faintly heard a woman's soft moans, and his face flushed red.
He immediately gave a coded signal, instructing the nearby guards to keep their distance.
Yan Liangyu waited outside the pavilion for a long time, but Chu Changning did not come out. Frustrated, he sent his guards to search everywhere.
Upon hearing that someone was on the other side of the ice room, they immediately spread the news that Chu Changning was having an affair and led a large group of people to catch him in the act.
The guests at the flower-viewing banquet were all from prestigious families. If this were true, Yan Beimo would be unable to hold his head high in Yandu.
The crowd was buzzing with discussion.
"Third Master, they've all gone. Our men went to check ahead of time, and it was Lord Junhou there."
Xie Xuan stomped on the guard's head and cruelly ground it several times.
"Yan Liangyu secretly ordered his guards to conduct a search of the mansion. Are you all dead?"
The head guard's face turned pale with pain, and his body trembled with panic as he lay prostrate on the ground.
"Your subordinate accepts your punishment."
Sitting next to him, Cui Linyuan smiled gently, "Alright, Xie San."
Xie Xuan lazily withdrew his foot. "Give the order: leave no one alive among the secret guards that Yan Liangyu brought in."
"yes."
A jar of wine was thrown over.
Xie Xuan took it and lazily lay down on the armchair behind him, fanning himself.
Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Cui Linyuan smiled faintly, "Aren't you going to take a look?"
"What are you looking at?" He tilted his head back and drank his wine. "The main characters are all gone, what's so interesting about this show?"
"Ha, Yan Liangyu is going to lose face big time this time."
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