Chapter 35 Wall Slam and Interrogation
Although Tuoba Yu, that silly older sister, was tricked away and left behind a pile of treasures and a ranch, the atmosphere in the main courtyard of the Regent's Palace did not become much more relaxed as a result.
After seeing off the Northern Yan people, it was getting late.
Jiang Mianmian was holding the tray full of jewelry, sitting on the soft couch like a hamster, counting her spoils.
[A ruby necklace, of good quality, worth about five thousand taels.]
This Hetian jade pendant has mediocre carving, but the jade itself is warm and lustrous; it's worth about two thousand taels.
[Wow, I'm rich! I'm rich! Although Tuoba Yu isn't the brightest, he's incredibly generous! I need a dozen of these 'foolish and rich' disciples!]
She was so engrossed in the sea of money that her smile stretched almost to her ears, completely unaware that the atmosphere in the room was gradually becoming less intense.
Shen Jin dismissed all the servants, not only having Ying Yi guard the courtyard gate, but also personally getting up, slowly closing the door, and even locking it.
“Clatter.”
The sound of the lock clicking shut was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.
Jiang Mianmian paused as she counted the money, a chill running down her spine from her keen animal instincts.
She stiffly raised her head and saw Shen Jin standing with his back to the door, turning around.
The last rays of the setting sun shone through the window lattice onto him, casting a long shadow that enveloped Jiang Mianmian, who was curled up on the soft couch. His face was expressionless, but in his deep, abyss-like phoenix eyes, there flickered a light that she couldn't understand, yet instinctively wanted to flee from.
That was the look in a hunter's eyes as he looked at his prey about to fall into his net.
"Your Highness...?"
Jiang Mianmian swallowed hard and hid the jewelry plate behind her back. "Why...why are you closing the door? It's broad daylight...isn't that inappropriate?"
[Help! Why does this bastard look like he wants to eat me alive?]
Does he want these jewels too? No way! This is compensation for my emotional distress! Once it's in my pocket, it's mine!
Shen Jin didn't say anything, but took long strides and approached her step by step.
step.
Two steps.
Jiang Mianmian was forced into a corner by the time his knees hit the edge of the soft couch, her back pressed tightly against the wall, with nowhere left to retreat.
"princess."
Shen Jin braced himself against the wall beside her ear with one hand, his tall body looming over her, forming a perfect, oppressive encirclement.
That is, the legendary "wall slam".
The two were very close, and Jiang Mianmian could even clearly smell the pleasant ambergris scent on him, mixed with a hint of the cool, fresh steam from his bath.
"Your Highness... let's talk this out..." Jiang Mianmian chickened out, her heart pounding like a drum.
Too close! Too close! Is that eyelash going to poke my face?!
[Although you're very handsome, this pose... it's easy for people to have all sorts of fantasies! Are you trying to use your good looks to rob me?]
Shen Jin lowered his eyes, looking at her big, darting eyes that clearly showed her guilt, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.
Robbery?
Is that all he's good for in her eyes?
"Your Highness looks very impressive today."
Chen Jin's deep, magnetic voice, like the last notes of a cello, gently plucked at her eardrums. "Breaking a boulder with one hand shows great strength, and smelling poison shows a keen sense of smell. So... how is it possible to cure an incurable disease that even the imperial physicians couldn't cure by simply taking out a 'black pill'?"
"Street stalls?"
"A wandering Taoist priest?"
With each question, Shen Jin moved his face closer, his warm breath spraying onto her face, scalding hot. "Two coins a pill to strengthen your legs? Hmm?"
That "hmm," with its rising tone at the end, was full of dangerous allure.
Jiang Mianmian's face instantly turned bright red.
【Ugh! This jerk is settling scores with me!】
[I knew that reason was ridiculous! It might fool a simple-minded person like Tuoba Yu, but how could it possibly fool this old fox?]
[What should I do? Admit I'm a miracle doctor? No way, if I admit it, I'll have to treat patients every day, working myself to the bone without any overtime pay!]
"that……"
Jiang Mianmian's eyes darted around as she tried to argue, "Your Highness, the world is full of wonders. That Taoist priest was really effective! And... and I didn't expect the medicine to work so well, it was really just luck! Pure luck!"
"Yeah?"
Shen Jin chuckled softly, gently picking up a strand of her hair and twirling it between his fingers. "That princess's luck is just too good."
"First he was incredibly strong, then he was immune to all poisons, and now he has become a divine healer."
Shen Jin's gaze turned deep and unfathomable, as if he wanted to see through her soul. "Jiang Mianmian, how many more surprises do you have that I don't know about?"
[Surprise? I think it's more like a shock!]
If I told you I came from another world and am a superhuman with abilities from the apocalypse, would you just burn me like a monster?
Jiang Mianmian was panicking inside, but she had to pretend to be calm and blink her big eyes cutely:
"Your Highness, I am truly just an ordinary woman... Aside from being able to eat and sleep well, and occasionally having a bit of luck, I really have no secrets. My heart for Your Highness is as clear as the sun and moon, and there is absolutely no deception!"
[Aside from the time travel thing, I've confessed everything else! Like, I wanted to be lazy, I wanted to make money, I wanted to eat meat... These aren't exactly secrets, are they?]
As Shen Jin listened to her inner monologue, the smile in his eyes deepened.
Time travel? Apocalypse? Superpowered individuals?
Although he still only vaguely understood these words, based on her previous behavior, he could roughly guess what they meant.
She comes from another world. That world is dangerous. So she honed her survival skills, but because she only wanted to "lie flat," she desperately hid herself.
"Nothing special?"
Shen Jin repeated these four words repeatedly, then suddenly leaned down and gently pecked the corner of her lips.
"Hmm!" Jiang Mianmian's eyes widened.
“In my eyes, you are a…treasure.”
Chen Jin's voice was incredibly gentle, "Since you are unwilling to admit that you are a divine physician, then so be it. As long as you can cure my 'illness,' I can pretend not to know anything else."
"Treat...treat illness?"
Jiang Mianmian froze, subconsciously glancing at his lower body. [Could it really be that he's impotent? Do I need to prescribe some potent aphrodisiac?]
Shen Jin's face darkened, and he flicked her forehead: "What are you thinking about!"
"What I said is true..."
He took her hand and pressed it against his chest. "Here. And... headaches."
Since meeting her, his headaches have never flared up again. She's like a walking, breathing remedy; as long as she's by his side, his world is peaceful and warm.
“From now on,” Shen Jin looked into her eyes, his tone domineering yet affectionate, “your medical skills can only be used on me alone. Your medicine can only be given to me alone. As for others…”
He thought of Tuoba Yu.
What do I care about whether you live or die?
Jiang Mianmian: [...]
This damn possessiveness! This damn double standard! But I love it!
[Treat only you? That's like having a private doctor, isn't it? How is the salary calculated? Per treatment or per month?]
"Then... how much will the consultation fee be?" Jiang Mianmian asked fearlessly.
Shen Jin was so angry that he laughed.
Even at this point, they're still thinking about money.
"The entire Regent's Palace is yours, and so are my people."
Shen Jin leaned closer to her, their noses touching, his voice low and husky, "Is this consultation fee... enough?"
boom--!
Jiang Mianmian felt as if a firework had exploded in her mind.
That's enough! That's far enough!
[The person is mine now? Then can I...hehehe...]
Seeing her eyes gradually becoming lecherous, Shen Jin sighed helplessly, but instead of backing away, he became even more brazen in deepening the wall-pinning position.
“Now that the consultation fee has been agreed upon,” Shen Jin’s hand slowly moved down and gripped her waist, “then tonight… shouldn’t the divine physician give this king some ‘treatment’?”
"How...how do you treat it?" Jiang Mianmian stammered.
"I've been a bit short of temper lately."
Shen Jin looked at her meaningfully, "Your Highness needs... to cool down."
Jiang Mianmian understood immediately.
[Cooling down? Is that the kind of cooling down I'm thinking of?]
[Although I'd rather lie down, this kind of physical work... doesn't seem so bad? After all, with that figure and those looks, might as well take a nap!]
Just when the atmosphere between the two had reached its most ambiguous point, and it seemed they were about to ignite a passionate and harmonious relationship—
"Bang bang bang!"
A jarring knock on the door suddenly broke the mood.
"Royal Uncle! Royal Aunt! Open the door!"
The anxious yet childish voice of the young Emperor Shen Xingchen came from outside the door, "I have an urgent matter! A matter of utmost urgency!"
The enchanting atmosphere shattered instantly.
His composed movements froze, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.
That brat!
Why did they have to come at this exact moment?
Jiang Mianmian felt as if she had been granted a pardon, and quickly crawled out from under Chen Jin's arm to straighten her disheveled clothes:
"Um... the child is crying, something serious must have happened! I'll go open the door!"
After saying that, she slipped away like a slippery eel and ran to open the door.
Shen Jin remained in the wall-slamming position, facing the empty wall, took a deep breath, and tried hard to suppress the rage in his heart.
Shen Xingchen.
very good.
It seems that copying the book twenty times last time was still too little.
The door opened.
Shen Xingchen burst in, covered in sweat, clutching a... dead cricket in her hand.
"Royal Aunt! Waaaaah..."
The young emperor threw himself into Jiang Mianmian's arms, crying his heart out, "My 'Great General' is dead! I don't want to live anymore! He was crushed to death by the Grand Tutor's lecture notes! Waaaaah..."
Jiang Mianmian: [...]
Shen Jin: [...]
Watching the young emperor cry his heart out over a cricket, Shen Jin slowly turned around, revealing a kind smile:
"His Majesty."
Shen Xingchen trembled, and her crying stopped abruptly.
“Since the ‘Great General’ is dead and Your Majesty is so grieved,” Shen Jin walked over step by step, “why not… write a few more policy essays to commemorate his spirit in heaven?”
"Huh?!" Shen Xingchen was dumbfounded.
"Tonight, I'll copy 'On Governing the Country' fifty more times."
Shen Jin coldly and ruthlessly declared, "No food until you finish copying it all."
Shen Xingchen: "!!!"
Why? Why am I always the one who gets hurt?
Jiang Mianmian looked at the two figures, one big and one small, and covered her mouth to chuckle.
[Serves you right! Who told you to interrupt your royal uncle's good time! Now you've really gotten yourself into trouble!]
However, after this interruption, the blush-inducing "wall-pinning interrogation" was finally temporarily put to rest.
But Jiang Mianmian knew that some things had already quietly changed between the two of them.
For example, he stopped asking about her background. For example, she no longer resisted his advances.
This is probably what... an unspoken understanding looks like.
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