Chapter 160
The shock of the images flooded his mind, and Yan Qizhen's eyes were filled with disbelief. His earlobes flushed red, but he dared not look at Ying Ning.
At this moment, one of the two was in the front hall, and the other was in the back hall.
There was a layer of heavy gauze separating them, as if it were an insurmountable chasm.
After a long silence, Yan Qizhen finally spoke softly:
"Zhao Ning, I'm sorry."
"I was rude just now." Yan Qizhen tried his best to suppress his surprise. He seemed to have lost control after smelling the floral scent.
Thankfully, she stopped me.
"Perhaps there was some strange incense in that private room that caused His Highness to lose his composure." Although Yingning also suspected the source of the floral smell, it was clear that Yan Qizhen didn't know either.
Seeing that she didn't seem to be acting strangely, Yan Qizhen felt inexplicably agitated, as if the scene of desire he had just experienced was nothing more than a play he had put on alone.
When he woke up, he could still feel the burning heat on his side.
It must still be flushed, he thought, lowering his voice, not daring to linger there any longer.
"Then Qizhen will apologize to the princess another day."
"Please go ahead," Yingning said.
As Yan Qizhen passed by, a faint, fishy smell seemed to waft over again.
Yingning had a strange premonition...
That strange, fishy smell concealed a secret concerning Yan Qizhen, a secret buried for countless years, which even Yan Qizhen himself had not discovered.
As for that so-called "Qiu'er," I'll have to investigate it myself.
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The moon hangs low over the branches.
A black figure flashed past the gauze curtains on the terrace of Jiaohe Tower and quietly disappeared into the curtains.
Suddenly.
With a hissing sound.
It was the sound of a thin chain breaking free, but it still failed.
Yingning pulled back the veil covering her face and saw a graceful figure in a snow-white robe.
As he raised his hand, he tugged at the thin golden chain again. His delicate figure resembled a bluebird soaring in the sky, desperately yearning to escape the cage he was trapped in.
After a moment, he seemed to give up.
Jiaoyu loosened the thin chain, lay down on the dressing table, and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
"Since you're here, why not come in?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a figure.
"It seems I was careless."
As soon as Jiu Yu finished speaking, a beautiful figure appeared in the mirror.
"It seems I was careless."
She chuckled softly and slowly walked out from the windowsill.
Jiaoyu did not get up, but continued to look at the two reflections in the mirror. Her pale lips suddenly parted:
"It's not that you were careless, but that you smell of pixillary flowers." He directly stated the source of the flower's fishy smell, then examined Ying Ning's figure in the mirror to confirm that he had never seen her before.
He then became curious about the scent emanating from her, and said, "You are not one of my kind."
"Who gave you that smell?"
Jiaoyu found it rather novel. Since being forcibly brought into the imperial city, he had never seen anyone of his own kind, and this person even had the rare Pimi flower on his body.
“Pyrrosia lingua?” Ying Ning knew he was referring to her scent, which was also the scent of Yan Qizhen.
With her right hand holding the dressing table, Jiao Yu slowly rose and revealed her true face as she turned around.
Above the snow-white brocade robe was a face with extremely dark eyebrows. When Mo Cha stared at the person, it was as if he could see through all the most sordid thoughts.
His eyes, though a deep, clear brown, held a captivating depth, and the subtle brilliance in his gaze could shatter one's soul.
Despite her beautiful face, her words were icy cold:
"Ugh, it's an absolutely disgusting taste."
Even though he smelled the same way, he still found it extremely offensive.
“You smell like that too.” Yingning walked to his side and was immediately enveloped by the scent of pirimica flowers on him.
Their eyes met.
Upon hearing the black-robed woman's words, Jiao Yu was somewhat surprised, but he still covered his mouth with a smile and said in suspense:
"yes."
"I have it too."
Jiaoyu exuded the scent of pimi flowers all the time, much stronger than that on Yan Qizhen, as if she were immersed in an endless sea of pimi flowers.
The thin chain rattled as he moved.
Upon reaching her side, Jiao Yu's snow-white fingertips gently touched Ying Ning's arm, and she whispered in her ear:
"The pirimica flower is an extremely evil flower that can lead people to hell."
He thought of the pixillary flower and seemed to chuckle softly, as if he couldn't help but mock himself.
The first snow melted her delicate eyebrows, stunning the world.
His mere trembling smile was enough to shake the world's minds.
Jiaoyu is indeed the most beautiful woman in Jiaohe Tower.
"It seems someone from my clan has fallen for you, young lady," he said.
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