Chapter 31 The plan... succeeded? Wait, wait, why do I feel...
The red silk fluttered in the wind from the eaves, passing over the eyes and eyebrows of the beautiful woman dancing on the stage.
Su Miaoyan was fidgeting, looking around from time to time, as if she was waiting for or looking for something.
Gao Lerong took in her reaction, put down her glass and asked nonchalantly, "Miao Yan, what are you looking for?"
Su Miaoyan was frightened by Gao Lerong's voice and trembled slightly. Her voice was also tinged with nervousness. She whispered, "No, nothing."
Where's Anle? He was here just now, how come he disappeared in the blink of an eye?
He won’t cause trouble for Miss Liu again, will he…?
"Speaking of which, Miss Su seems to be getting married soon." A woman beside her laughed and teased, "Lord Su has betrothed you to a master from a noble family, which is a good match. Congratulations!"
Su Miaoyan tightened her hands around the teacup, lowered her head and whispered, "Thank you, thank you..."
The old man was over fifty years old, with white hair on his temples, but he still loved wine and beautiful women. His concubines and mistresses could almost fill the entire yard.
But Su Miaoyan's father was only a ninth-rank official, and she was able to attend this banquet thanks to this master.
All in all, they are indeed a good match.
But no one knows what Su Miaoyan is thinking.
Gao Lerong traced a circle along the rim of the cup with her fingertips, then suddenly paused and changed the subject unintentionally: "Where is the Prime Minister?"
As soon as she spoke, a noble lady quickly gave an answer: "Just now, Lord Yan seemed to have a few words with the Fifth Prince, and then he stood up and left."
Her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and Gao Lerong gently lowered her eyes to hide her expression.
None of this has anything to do with her.
——Are you interested in joining me in pulling Liu Qing into the abyss?
——I’m not interested. I don’t care what you want to do, but if I want to win, I will win fairly and openly, and live up to the name of a general’s daughter.
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Upon hearing the word "knocking drug", Yan Jing's face suddenly turned as dark as stone. He tried to raise his hand to say something, but his vision suddenly went dark and his body couldn't stop falling backwards.
Wen Ying took a quick step forward and firmly supported Yan Jing's body as he leaned back.
Then, she extended her other hand behind the man's knees, picked him up and carried him to the bed.
Her eyes dropped to the man's face with his eyes closed. His jade-like skin looked especially soft in the hazy night.
At this moment, all aggression and calculation disappeared, leaving only a defenseless posture.
Ling Yan Jing was lying flat on the bed. The moment Wen Ying was about to get up, her face suddenly turned pale.
The effect of the medicine that had been suppressed for so long burst out like a dam bursting, breaking through the restrictions and quickly spreading throughout her body through the blood.
She suddenly felt sleepy, as if an invisible force was pulling her down. Her legs softened, and she stumbled a few steps involuntarily before falling forward powerlessly.
"Not good..." She murmured softly, her voice so weak that it was almost inaudible.
The girl's body was pressed softly against the man's chest, her hair falling on his shoulders.
The moonlight came in through the half-open window, casting a cool beam of light, which shone on the two people as if covered with a layer of veil.
With a "bang", the cabinet door in the corner was kicked open, and the boy slowly got out of the cabinet. Standing on the carpeted floor, he rubbed his wrists that were numb from being tied with a hemp rope.
Anle looked at the two unconscious people with complicated eyes.
He originally just wanted to drug Liu Qing so that she would be seen by Yan Jing in a coma with her clothes in disarray, so as to make him disgusted with her.
Who knew Liu Qing had such strong endurance.
In theory, his medicine was so powerful that just a little bit of it on the skin could knock down a tiger. Just to be on the safe side, he even smeared it all over his hands, covered Liu Qing's mouth and nose, and let her inhale as much as possible.
In the end, she still had the strength to knock him out with one punch.
What a terrifying power this is. What exactly is he fighting against?
What he didn't expect was that Liu Qing actually gave Yan Jing a knockout drug. He thought Liu Qing would sneak over at night and add...
"Even Yan Jing doesn't understand her thinking." He muttered and put the blade that cut the rope back into the interlayer of his sleeve.
This was probably the first time Yan Jing made a mistake in his life, but it actually made things convenient for him.
Although the plan deviated a bit, the result was good.
Liu Qing and Yan Jing are now in an unconscious state, so the next script can be written entirely by him.
As long as Liu Qing's reputation is damaged, even if Yan Jing does not directly discover that Liu Qing is having an affair with others, he will still avoid suspicion out of concern.
What kind of story should I make up?
The logical chain does not need to be rigorous, as long as it is bizarre and appealing.
He could say that Liu Qing was trying to drug Yan Jing, and after he saw it, he actually wanted to capture him as well.
Liu Qing looks weak but actually possesses martial arts skills. After escaping at the risk of his life, he looks for someone to save the Prime Minister.
Not many people will believe it, but it will definitely spread widely.
As long as the spread speed is fast enough and the scope is wide enough, refuting the rumor becomes an impossible task and the girl’s reputation will be ruined.
And royal banquets are the perfect breeding ground for rumors.
Anle made up his mind, pushed open the door and shouted loudly: "Come——"
Silver light cut through the sky like lightning, and the unique cold light of a sharp weapon suddenly appeared in Anle's vision, cutting off his words in mid-air.
In the silent night, Anle seemed to be able to feel the coldness close to his neck, and would chop off his head without hesitation if he made the slightest movement.
"Shh, don't shout."
Putting his index finger close to his lips, Geng You raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "If I spill the blood in Lord Yan's room, I will be scolded."
Anle frowned slowly and sighed inwardly.
Should we say that he is worthy of being Yan Jing?
The one who made the mistake was not Yan Jing, but Anle.
Liu Qing's personality was more inclined to wait and see, and he would not deliberately call him from the banquet. Therefore, Yan Jing had already sensed something was wrong before he came, so he deployed his confidants around the room in advance.
If there is anything unusual or a third person walks out of the room, the hawks in the dark will immediately nip the danger in the bud.
He drank the cup of drugged tea, not because he was careless, but because he was confident that his plan was complete.
Anle didn't just miss Liu Qing's drug resistance, he lost from the first step to the last step.
"Come with us, Master An."
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The morning light was just breaking, and the soft light of the early sun gently penetrated the thin gauze curtain, like a ribbon woven from golden threads, slowly sprinkling on the sleeping face of the girl.
The golden light seemed to have life, slowly climbing up her eyelashes, coating every tiny hair with a faint golden edge.
She felt uncomfortable with the sudden brightness, her eyelids trembled slightly, and her body twisted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position to avoid the approaching light.
At this moment, her hand inadvertently sensed a heat source, which made her subconsciously stop the movement, but her body was instinctively attracted to the warmth.
She moved towards it slowly and unconsciously until she felt a soft yet solid touch, accompanied by a small moan.
Wen Ying woke up instantly, and the moment she opened her eyes suddenly, the first thing she saw was the man's chest, rising and falling steadily and powerfully.
The girl's heart suddenly tightened, her breathing became rapid, and her cheeks flushed involuntarily.
After taking a few deep breaths, he managed to regain his rationality amid the intoxicating warmth and heartbeat.
Regardless, the plan seemed to have worked.
The purpose of her giving Yan Jing the knockout drug was to make Yan Jing sleep with her in the same bed, so that when Yan Jing woke up the next day, he would be flustered and confused when he saw the beauty in his arms.
Then she will be able to tease him with this and regain her dignity in using her beauty to seduce him!
While Wen Ying was thinking, the man's arms unconsciously tightened a little, holding her more firmly in his arms.
This slight movement made Wen Ying's heart tremble slightly, and she thought Yan Jing had woken up.
So he slowly raised his head, and his gaze gradually moved upwards, landing on that cold and noble face.
His long black hair fell casually on the man's shoulders, with a few strands gently resting on his cheeks and neck.
The thin lips were slightly parted, revealing an almost transparent light red color, just like ice flowers condensed on branches in winter, cold and alluring.
The heartbeat that had finally calmed down began to beat again, and she felt as if she was about to be melted into a pool of spring water by the man's burning body temperature.
Wait, wait, why does she seem to be the one who is flustered?
If this goes on, not only will she not be able to tease Yan Jing or get back at him, he will definitely tease her first when he wakes up!
She wanted to step back to give herself some breathing space, but Yan Jing hugged her tighter because she sensed that she was far away.
The girl's body was completely pressed against the man. She could feel Yan Jing's breath gently brushing her hair, with a faint scent of sandalwood, which made her even more uneasy.
She could hear the sound of her own heartbeat, as if it was intertwined with his heartbeat, indistinguishable from each other.
In the dizzy mind -
"Liu Qing..." The low murmur passed by Wen Ying's ears, ambiguous and intimate, but it made Wen Ying's heart sink.
Suddenly I felt that my desire to make him shy was ridiculous and childish.
[As far as I know, Yan Jing doesn’t know that you are Liming]
Yes, Anle is right.
Even if Yan Jing liked her, he liked the weak and powerless Liu Qing.
It was not Wen Ying, the daughter of a traitor, nor was it Li Ming, the murderer.
Their relationship, which began with lies, was destined to end in tragedy.
In this case, it would be enough for her to take advantage of the situation to obtain the information she wanted.
Too much emotional investment will only cause trouble.
As your mind gradually cools down, your rationality will return.
Wen Ying suppressed her dependence on warmth and carefully moved her body backwards, trying not to disturb Yan Jing with any movement.
Gently pulling myself out of his arms, I felt the embrace gradually disappear, and I couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in my heart.
She slowly stood up, looked back at the still sleeping face, and pursed her lips.
Finally, he turned around, walked towards the door step by step, and left this scorching space.
The door closed softly.
Inside the room, the man who should have been sleeping soundly on the bed slowly opened his eyes.
There is clarity in his eyes.
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