Chapter 159
"Is it okay...?" He was almost biting her collarbone when Yan Qizhen's voice tightened, as if she wanted to beg for a bit of pity from the person in front of her.
It's not just about her...
He wanted the person in front of him to leave a mark on his body...
Yan Qizhen was almost driven mad by the unusual heat in his chest. He reached out and put his arm around her waist, his misty eyes pleading with her through tears:
"May I...?"
But then he heard the person beneath him part their red lips slightly:
"Of course..."
"Can't."
Ying Ning suddenly raised her hand, and a sharp force landed mercilessly on Yan Qizhen's neck. She immediately rolled over to avoid being hit by the heavy object.
The confused person was knocked unconscious with a single blow.
After she got up, she looked at Yan Qizhen, who was lying unconscious on the ground, and then leaned close to his chest to smell the strange scent.
Indeed, they are consistent.
It smelled the same as the room called "Jiao'er".
Strangely, Yan Qizhen seemed to be emitting an increasingly strong scent.
Is it emanating from him?
"Little 7, what's with that smell on him?" The fishy, floral scent almost overwhelmed Ying Ning before she stepped back and looked at Yan Qizhen, who was slumped on the cold ground.
"Master, I'm searching..." 0067 carefully went through the world's storyline but found no relevant clues, so he had to speak regretfully:
"Master, Little Seven couldn't find the relevant plot."
"It's alright," Yingning said to Xiao 7.
If you can't find the answer in the storyline.
But perhaps we'll find the answer with someone else in the future.
......
Yingning picked up a cup of tea that had gone a little cold, took a small sip, and was about to wait until Yan Qizhen woke up when she heard Xiao Qi's somewhat puzzled voice:
"Master, I don't understand."
Why are you helping Yan Qizhen today?
0067 glanced at Yan Qizhen lying on the ground before immediately focusing its attention on its master.
"because..."
“Yan Qizhen is pursuing power, and the Third Prince is an obstacle that cannot be ignored at this time,” Ying Ning said.
"If we act rashly, given Yan Qizhen's feigned vigilance, he probably won't fall for it easily."
"By helping him now, I am enabling him to gradually approach his desires."
"In a game of chess, the more greedy you are when capturing pieces, the easier it is for you to let your guard down."
Ultimately, the player who moves the pieces should be most careful about their own pieces.
"Watch out, you might get eaten."
Yingning gently swallowed a cup of tea. The broken petals on her fair wrist almost seemed to leave a splash of color on her body, but she simply flicked her sleeve and covered it with her robe.
People tend to lower their guard when they are closest to their desires, and are willing to take risks to seize the final chance of victory. That is when they are best positioned to ambush their enemies.
Will Yan Qizhen be able to resist the temptation of the world's most powerful forces?
The answer is naturally...
Won't.
With the chessboard in the open and the players in the dark, it's still uncertain who will win and who will lose.
*
Only when the door to the private room was pushed open did a figure wearing a dark blue mask slowly walk out of the room.
"Your Highness...Young Master."
"Someone from the manor has arrived." Aunt Li whispered, snuggling close to the Third Prince, not daring to look him in the eye.
A faint, fishy scent wafted past Aunt Li's nose, and she couldn't help but marvel:
This young master is truly a remarkable person.
She possesses a unique fragrance; no wonder she won the favor of the Third Prince.
"Li Gu, take good care of him these next few days. If he needs anything, just let me know." The Third Prince said as he stepped out of Jiao He Tower.
Aunt Li could only humbly reply, "Thank you, young master."
This scene all came into Yingning's view. She watched as Aunt Li went into the huge private room again and came out with a dark face a short while later.
He said angrily, "They really don't know what's good for them."
Yingning closed the door and had just stepped into the back hall when she heard a soft, hoarse voice:
"hiss..."
"Fourth Prince, are you awake?" She asked slowly, looking at Yan Qizhen who was clutching the back of his neck.
When Yan Qizhen looked up, he saw a man with phoenix eyes dressed in a black robe. His chest tightened suddenly, as if some dense, tingling sensation was creeping up.
“Zhao Ning”.
He clutched his still-aching neck, dazed and confused, not knowing what had just happened.
"How did I end up lying on the ground?"
"The Fourth Prince has just returned here, and I don't know what went wrong with him."
"I let His Highness take a nap."
She spoke without any particular expression, simply stroking a teacup.
This made Yan Qizhen feel somewhat uncomfortable, as if he had overlooked something important. He propped himself up and slowly stood up, when he heard her suddenly speak:
"Your Highness, would you like some tea?"
When she held her hand, a petal was revealed on her fair wrist.
Yan Qizhen's gaze froze for a moment, the misty rain suddenly shattered, and the image in his mind vanished in an instant.
He seems to have gone a little crazy...
He seemed to be pressing her down...
Then he begged her... to take care of him...?
........
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