Chapter 2206 [Extra] The Strategy in Progress: Counterattack
The beauty's body was covered in whip marks.
One stain after another stained the white robe, leaving it disheveled and messy.
Combined with his bloodied lips and arrogant eyes, it burned like flames on Si Fengzi's sensitive and fragile nerves.
The black whip lay on the ground, soaked with drops of blood, as if it had been carelessly tossed there by someone, a symbol of torture.
It makes you really want to...
Pick it up and whip it twice more.
But Si Jin still didn't reach out.
For some reason, this young master Jiang, whom he had only met a few times, always managed to evoke his compassion at just the right moment.
Tell him to control himself and be as kind as possible, even kinder.
Finally, Si Jin walked up to Lin Yuan, lowered her hand, casually fiddled with the chains on his body, and asked, "Do you hate it?"
Lin Yuan's long eyelashes fluttered, but he didn't speak.
Si Jin then continued, "Who hit you?"
Lin Yuan took a deep breath, finally mustering the strength to reply, "Western Sheng Delegation."
"Why?"
“They say that I ruined the peace talks, that I disgraced Xisheng, and that if Xisheng were to perish in the future, it would all be my fault.”
When he spoke, Lin Yuan's face was pale and his voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.
He would occasionally twitch the corners of his lips, as if he were helpless or giving a bitter smile.
Xiao Yao moved her lips, but in the end... she didn't say anything more.
Fine, it shut up.
These two together have so many tricks up their sleeves, they don't want to get involved QAQ
Si Jin took another step forward, standing in front of Lin Yuan, and continued to correct him: "But this is not your fault."
"Really?" Lin Yuan finally raised his eyes, meeting the pair of stunning peach blossom eyes opposite him, and asked, "Who would believe that?"
"Me." Si Jin replied decisively, slowly tilting her head, her lips touching Lin Yuan's lips, and she breathed lightly: "I can help you heal your injuries and fulfill all your wishes."
"You know what to do..."
After a moment of stalemate, Lin Yuan finally parted his lips.
He thought Si Jin would kiss him.
Unexpectedly, after a long pause, the other person's kiss still didn't return.
Should we make him bow his head again?
Does a master have to tame people to this extent?
Just as she was struggling with this, she saw Si Jin stand up and shake her head in disappointment.
As he turned to take a step, he saw Lin Yuan open his mouth and forcefully bite his collar.
With his hands bound, this was the only thing he could do to try and keep them.
Si Jin smiled, stopped, and turned around, only to be kissed squarely by Lin Yuan.
The night was starless, but moonlight shone through.
In the cold and desolate Cold Palace, there is a bloody and unknown corner.
The prince, his waist bound by the "male concubine," bit her as if in a daze.
… …
The moon gradually moved westward, and soon it was bright daylight.
The pure white linen sheets in the cold palace were stained with specks of blood.
Si Jin hung her hands listlessly, looking at Lin Yuan on the table, who was calmly bandaging himself with wound medicine.
My lower back aches, my wrists aches, and my throat aches.
He took a few deep breaths and swallowed several times before he could barely speak to Lin Yuan: "You... lied to me."
Clatter—
Lin Yuan finally finished applying the medicine, placed the jade bottle on the table, turned around and leaned against Si Jin, tugged at the chain binding his wrist, and asked ambiguously, "Ninth Prince, don't you like it?"
Si Jin turned her head away, ignoring him.
Lin Yuan then loosened his chain, leaned down, and whispered the terms to him.
"Okay, I'll show you two paths."
"If you only like that aloof and arrogant playboy from our first meeting, I can kneel down and apologize to you, and we can pretend nothing happened. You can continue to imprison me tonight."
"But if you like me this way, I will help you seize the throne and conquer Xisheng. After we unify the world, we can put up a screen in front of the dragon throne, and while attending court, we can do what we both like. How about that?"
"..."
"Ninth Prince." Lin Yuan lowered his hand, his slightly calloused fingertips lightly brushing against the slightly red lips of the mad prince.
Just like Si Jin had tamed him last night, he leaned close to Si Jin, speaking slowly and deliberately: "Choose? Which one?"
Si Fengzi tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and chose not to go along with him.
Then, for the next five days, he didn't get out of bed.
Finally, on the seventh day, Si Jin obediently cooperated and mustered up the strength to get up.
He tilted his head, smiled at Lin Yuan, and then—bang!
I kicked him in the stomach.
Taking advantage of the person leaning back, he trapped them by the edge of the bed and slapped them hard twice.
After venting her anger, she grabbed his chin, lowered her head, and kissed him tenderly and passionately.
He said, "I choose number two."
… …
Si Jin chose the second one.
So soon, the revenge plan, which involved cooperation, was launched aggressively, revolving around Dongqi and Xisheng.
Si Jin first secretly executed the peace envoy from Xisheng, which made the Emperor of Xisheng unable to bear the humiliation and continue to attack Dongqi with the courage of "an egg hitting a rock".
The war has entered a critical stage.
Si Jin then took the initiative to ask Emperor Dongqi to spare the Crown Prince and strongly recommended him to lead the country into battle.
Then, he killed the crown prince at the front lines.
He was pierced by a thousand arrows, leaving no trace of his body.
Not only that, but she also deliberately chose the moment when the Emperor of Dongqi was grieving the loss of his son, and swaggered into the Cold Palace right in front of him.
Under his angry and astonished gaze, Xi Shengyuan, the beauty he had never even touched, kissed him.
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