Beitang Linyuan took a deep breath, lowered his head, and gently kissed those crimson lips.
Soft.
It has a hint of wine aroma.
The more they kiss, the more intoxicating it becomes.
A moment later, Beitang Linyuan noticed that Si Jin had actually wrapped her arms around his neck.
She tilted her head back slightly and parted her lips a little more, willingly accepting the kiss.
If the kiss is too intense, she might groan softly because her breathing is unsteady.
Even with eyes already glistening with tears, a single tear will still slide down.
Reflected in the moonlight, it is crystal clear.
This greatly shocked Beitang Linyuan.
At the same time, I was also somewhat shocked—
Is this prince, who usually kills and takes blood, so obedient when he's drunk?
So... is he the only one who has seen this before?
Thinking of this, he released Si Jin and asked, "Has Si Jin ever gotten drunk in front of other people?"
When he asked this question, Beitang Linyuan was filled with unease.
When Beitang Linyuan saw Sijin taking a nap at the pharmacy last time, covering her eyes with a brocade ribbon, he secretly drank a whole vat of vinegar.
Si Jin is both a general and a prince.
She spends all her time surrounded by men.
With him teasing him every day, won't some blind fool take advantage of him and try to take advantage of him?
But Jinjin is his person!
How dare those people be worthy of it!
Fortunately, Si Jin shook her head: "If I don't want to, no one can get close to me."
"And what about last time?" Beitang Linyuan pressed, "Last time you fell asleep in the pharmacy, and I blindfolded you with a brocade ribbon and even kissed you, but you didn't notice..."
"Hahaha." Si Jin suddenly chuckled softly and pulled the jealous, silly boy into her arms.
Her long, slender fingers stroked his hair: "Military generals are very vigilant; I can detect even the slightest movement within a mile radius."
"That day, I was just getting used to your scent... and letting my guard down around you."
A seductive and alluring voice rang out from above, and Beitang Linyuan's heart skipped a beat.
His lips curved into a smile, he was incredibly excited.
Just as he was about to say something, Si Jin suddenly stood up.
He pulled the dart hidden at his waist and tossed it out the window.
Immediately afterwards, a clear "plop" sound was heard.
The black-clad assassin who had been stealthily approaching the window was immediately slashed across the neck and killed instantly.
"See? I told you military officers are more vigilant. Go out and perform your duties as a bodyguard. I'm sleepy."
After saying that, he released Beitang Linyuan and went back to sleep.
"Yes, Your Highness." Beitang Linyuan covered Sijin with the blanket, then turned and got out.
Just then, an assassin's sword was about to pierce Si Jin's body through the slightly ajar window.
Beitang Linyuan reacted quickly, kicking the assassin in the stomach.
He snatched the sword and slit the assassin's throat with a backhand.
He was agile and knew exactly where the assassins were hiding. In no time, he had killed all the assassins who had first arrived outside Sijin's room.
The Fourth Prince is his; he absolutely cannot let any other assassins see him.
Not even a glance!
Soon, Ning Jue also led his men to attack, and within a quarter of an hour, he killed more than a dozen assassins, leaving more than thirty survivors who were imprisoned in the dungeon of the Prince's Mansion and immediately interrogated.
… …
These assassins were incredibly stubborn. Beitang Linyuan sat with Ning Jue all night, using every kind of torture to extract information, but still couldn't get anything out of him.
They had no choice but to temporarily detain him and leave him for Si Jin to interrogate personally.
Upon leaving the dark prison, Beitang Linyuan hurriedly went back to his room to change his clothes and take a bath to cleanse himself of the blood.
He then personally prepared a bowl of hangover soup before waking Si Jin up: "Drink some, you'll get a headache if you're drunk."
Si Jin yawned, drank two mouthfuls of soup from the bowl, had a simple breakfast, and then followed Ning Jue to the dungeon.
Ning Jue muttered with a headache, "Your Highness, this person is impossible to interrogate. They seem to be from the martial arts world. Xiao Yuan said that judging from their martial arts style, they seem to be from the Huashan Sect."
"When we asked them who sent them, they wouldn't say. They just yelled that we should release the people, or else when the sect's senior brother came, we would definitely pay the price."
"Your Highness, as you know, the Huashan Sect is the head of the Sword Sects, and its disciples are spread throughout the dynasty. They once fought for the founding emperor and were bestowed with the imperial sword by the founding emperor. With that item in place, even the emperor has to show some respect. We dare not question them too much."
As soon as Ning Jue finished speaking, one of the assassins laughed triumphantly.
“Ning Sijin, the martial world and the imperial court are supposed to be separate entities. By arresting us, you've broken the rules! I advise you to release them immediately, otherwise…”
Si Jin turned her gaze to the incessantly chattering assassin and beckoned to Ning Jue: "Drag him out."
Ning Jue opened the cell door and released the man.
Si Jin also casually picked up a sword from the torture rack by the wall.
While wiping, he casually asked, "Tell me, who sent you?"
The assassin still refused to reveal any information, speaking in a sly tone, "No one sent us. We just came to kill you because we held a grudge against you for wiping out the Beitang family back then..."
However, before he could finish speaking, Si Jin swung his sword and beheaded him.
Blood gushed out instantly, and before the assassin could finish speaking, the headless corpse crashed straight to the ground.
At the same time, the other assassins in the cell were shocked, and their breath caught in their throats for a moment.
Ning Sijin has gone mad!
Even the emperor wouldn't dare kill members of the Huashan Sect without reason, yet he actually...
“You’re lying.” Si Jin ignored the horrified looks on everyone’s faces and said calmly, “If you were truly standing up for the Beitang family, I would praise you for your benevolence.”
However, the assassin's tone was frivolous and his eyes were shifty, clearly indicating that he had been bribed to assassinate him and was using the Beitang family as a shield.
Si Jin remained silent, lowered his head, and used the tip of his sword to lift the head of the assassin on the ground.
He smiled slightly at the stunned crowd in the cell.
"Gentlemen, since you're here, why not play a game with me?"
"Pass the head by beating the drum. I will have someone beat the drum. When the drum stops, whoever has the head will answer my questions."
"Those who don't answer properly will have to keep their heads."
"Besides, this is just a game. If you all die in the game, no one can accuse me of abusing you."
"I don't think this should be considered a violation of the rules of the martial arts world or the imperial court, right?"
A few casually spoken words sent shivers down the spines of the men in the cell, their eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.
game?
What the hell is this game?!
Playing with human lives like this, how could Ning Sijin even think of such a thing!
"A madman! Ning Sijin is a madman! Is she planning to torture them all to death in this dark prison?!"
In the instant they were stunned, Ning Jue had already opened the prison door as Si Jin had instructed.
Si Jin casually tossed the head into the hands of an assassin.
The assassin turned deathly pale with fright: "Don't give it to me! I don't want to die! Don't give it to me!"
As he spoke, he forcibly handed the severed head to another assassin.
The assassin was also quite frightened and quickly passed the message to the next person.
Si Jin then had his bodyguards move a table and chairs, set out tea, and sat down comfortably.
He instructed Beitang Linyuan to blindfold himself and beat the drum.
Amidst the pale and miserable faces of everyone, he slowly sipped his tea.
With a slight curve at the corners of his lips, he spoke softly.
"The game has begun."
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