Chapter 99: Humiliating me is humiliating you?
Shen Xingwan suddenly laughed at herself. In her current situation, she really couldn't resist.
Her strength had been completely exhausted in that fierce fight and run, and now she could only be pushed into the inner hall like a walking corpse by a group of young palace maids.
Like a thin boat, it drifts with the flow and allows itself to be manipulated by them in their soft and orderly service.
The inner bathroom had obviously been prepared in advance, and its decoration was so luxurious that it was almost extravagant.
Sweet incense was burning, and the smoke curled up and circled above the red gold auspicious beast incense burner, like a floating veil, outlining layer after layer of ambiguous and hazy curtains.
The hot spring pool made of jade is like a hot spring, with warm mist rising and red rose petals floating on the water. The waves are shimmering and swaying like broken shadows of the sunset glow.
The water is slightly pink in color, obviously because it has been added with beauty perfume, mixed with the scent of flowers, it is very fragrant.
Several young palace maids moved softly, skillfully and extremely experienced. They quietly stepped forward and bent over to untie her plain robe that was already stained with blood.
Shen Xingwan instinctively reached out to block it: "No need, I can do it myself..."
But their movements were not chaotic at all. They just pressed her slender wrist gently but irresistibly, not allowing her to resist at all.
"Don't be afraid, madam. This is His Highness' order. We dare not neglect it."
The word "Empress" was like a loud slap in the face, hitting Shen Xingwan's heart hard.
The corners of her lips trembled slightly, but she didn't say anything in the end.
The robe was peeled off inch by inch, and the blood-stained and dusty cloth was removed, revealing skin as white and tender as jade, almost transparent in the steaming mist. However, due to the previous fall and struggle, there were shocking red marks all over her skin.
When the little palace maid saw the scars, she suddenly paused. The fingers holding her outer robe trembled slightly. She did not dare to look at them any longer and quickly lowered her eyelashes.
The other maidservant quickly found the dagger for self-defense from her waist, calmly handed it to the maidservant next to her, and whispered, "Take it away quickly."
Shen Xingwan closed her eyes, pursed her lips and said nothing.
She was helped into the bathtub. As the warm water touched her skin, pain and warmth surged at the same time, causing her whole body to tremble.
The petals floated and spread out layer by layer, surrounding her.
Several young palace maids gently scooped up the fragrant soup and poured it carefully between her shoulders and neck, letting the crystal clear water wash her delicate skin.
Her eyelashes drooped, her lips were rosy, and her face, moistened by the moisture, looked even more rosy and white, like a hibiscus blooming in a glazed light.
After her long black hair was immersed in the water, it slid down her fair shoulders into the water, creating ripples.
The palace maids spent a long time combing her hair carefully. They helped her stand up, put on her clothes and sit down. They used a golden comb to straighten her wet hair inch by inch, then gently dried it with a handkerchief and wrapped it with a handkerchief embroidered with silver thread.
After taking care of her hair, she took out fine powder from the brocade box and applied it on her skin layer by layer, patting it evenly with soft cotton wool, making her already flawless white skin even more moisturized and smooth.
Her lips were lightly dabbed with rouge, just enough to make them slightly red.
The slightly furrowed brows were carefully drawn, the distant mountains were dark blue, and each stroke was detailed with thousands of lines.
A swallow-tail-like dark line was lightly drawn at the gentle corners of her eyes by skillful hands, making her originally reserved and beautiful face even more charming.
She took off her bathrobe and was revealed to be layered in a gauze-like nightgown. The snow-white, sheer brocade material was woven with aqua-colored cloud patterns. She wore a light gold ribbon around her waist, which revealed a thin waist that was so thin that it seemed like it would break with the slightest force.
The young palace maids did not dare to look at her for too long, but quickly dressed her up, as if they were preparing for a new favorite concubine to sleep with them.
Shen Xingwan sat in front of the dressing table behind the huge carved screen, and for a moment she was in a daze, not knowing who she was.
The person in the mirror is so beautiful that it seems unreal.
It is like the brightest flower blooming in the night, but it is also a night lily trapped in a cage. No matter how beautifully it blooms, it is ultimately out of time.
"My lady, please go into the palace and rest."
The young palace maids did not allow her to refuse. They joined forces to help her up from the dressing table. They comforted her softly but with firm force, half-pushing her step by step towards the bedroom.
The phoenix-patterned door slowly opened, and the light in the hall was dim, making it difficult to see the surrounding furnishings.
Shen Xingwan was pushed into this dark hall. Many veils were hanging down, swaying gently with the night wind coming in through the window lattice, like a dream or an illusion.
Shen Xingwan subconsciously pinched the corner of her clothes, and her heart sank deeper and deeper into the bottomless abyss.
In the dark bedroom, layers of veil seemed to weave into a dream that refused to fade away.
It was extremely quiet all around, with only the sound of incense curling up from the incense burner. Wisps of smoke rose up and brushed against the gold-painted and lacquered beams and pillars, shimmering with soft light, as if turning this huge bedroom into a gentle cage.
Shen Xingwan took a deep breath, and with trembling fingertips she pushed aside the first layer of veil. After the palace maids urged her again and again in low voices, she finally walked slowly into the hall.
She walked very lightly and hesitantly, as if she was treading on a pool of thin ice. If she was not careful, she would fall into an endless abyss.
The misty light and shadow elongated her slender figure, casting it on the luxurious carpet.
When she lifted the last layer of curtain and her eyes fell on the bed, her footsteps suddenly paused.
There was actually a person leaning on the couch.
The man lay there quietly, his golden armor removed, his sharp and cold aura gone, wearing only a dark-colored undershirt with the collar half-undone, the jade-colored texture faintly visible at the collar.
He looked tired, his black hair was scattered randomly, and his eyes were closed defenselessly. His long eyelashes cast a light shadow under his eyelids, and his breathing was long and even, as if... he was really asleep.
Shen Xingwan was stunned for a moment, his heart suddenly beating like a drum, and he felt inexplicably panicked.
At that moment, she almost turned around in panic and wanted to escape.
She threw down the curtain in panic and stepped back quickly, but just after taking a few steps, she heard the person behind her shout in a low voice. Although the voice was low, it was filled with cold murderous intent.
"come over."
Shen Xingwan's fingertips trembled and suddenly stopped.
She bit her lip, but still refused to turn around and wanted to walk out.
But just as she approached the bedroom door, several palace maids who were guarding outside came up quietly and blocked her way without any expression.
They didn't even look at her, but just bowed their heads and made a "please" gesture to her, like an invisible wall.
Shen Xingwan also refused to back down and remained in a stalemate in silence with those palace servants with empty eyes.
Until Wei Zilin's voice came from the hall again. This time, it was even colder than before, and his patience was almost exhausted:
"I asked you to come over here, can't you hear me?"
Hearing the sound, the palace maids silently moved closer, forcing her to retreat step by step, leaving her with no way to escape.
Shen Xingwan's knuckles turned white from pinching each other, and her eyelashes trembled. She was like a bird trapped in a secret room, with nowhere to escape.
She was silent for a long time, finally turned around, slowly opened the veil again, and stepped into the dark hall.
Wei Zilin had sat up without her knowing, supporting his forehead with one hand, and looked up at her coldly.
For just a moment, his gaze paused slightly.
His eyes fell on her, on her nightgown that looked like smoke and fog.
The body was covered with a veil, and the snow was faintly visible. The beauty that should not be desecrated was now within reach and appeared before his eyes.
He raised his hand, stretched it in her direction, and called her softly:
"Wanwan... come here..."
The voice was no longer cold and harsh, but low and hoarse, like a lover's dream talk, with a shaking temptation.
Shen Xingwan's heart trembled slightly.
She didn't understand the change of emotions in Wei Zilin's eyes at that moment, she just felt that his gaze was too heavy, so heavy that it seemed to be pulling her straight down.
She had no choice.
She walked slowly closer, as if walking towards the abyss step by step.
Just as she approached the couch, Wei Zilin suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped her wrist tightly with such force that it almost crushed her wrist bone.
Before she could even scream, he pulled her hard and she fell into his arms. The next moment, he grabbed her with his backhand, turned around and pressed her onto the brocade couch.
"Wei Zilin!"
Shen Xingwan screamed in shock, but he blocked all her escape routes.
His breath hit me in the face, bringing with it the cold air from outside the palace and the remaining warmth from his body.
He clasped her slender wrists in his hands and clamped her tightly against his chest.
The armor had been removed long ago, his shirt was loose, but his palms were burning hot.
"Night..."
His voice was extremely low and hoarse. His lips were pressed against her ears, and he whispered her name over and over again. "Do you know how long I have been waiting for this day?"
There was an undercurrent in his eyes, and she didn't know whether it was madness or obsession. It was a kind of obsessive love, morbid and passionate, mixed with a madness that she couldn't understand.
"This time...I won't let you go again."
Shen Xingwan looked at him stiffly, feeling that every inch of her skin was being corroded by his gaze, as if even her breathing was imprisoned by him.
She clearly noticed that what was burning in his eyes was not just the pride of success, but... an extremely deep, paranoid, and frightening possessiveness.
"You are mine."
He leaned closer, his lips almost brushing her hair.
"It has been a long time ago."
The gauze curtains in the bedroom were hung low, with golden tassels swaying gently in the wind.
Wei Zilin no longer concealed any emotion. He approached inch by inch, like a wild beast that had locked onto its prey, his breathing hot and his eyes dark and decadent.
Shen Xingwan was imprisoned by him in the corner of the couch, his chest heaving violently, like a bird in a net, stubborn and helpless.
She pressed her hands tightly against his chest, her voice trembling: "Wei Zilin, are you crazy? Do you still have any shame?"
Wei Zilin seemed not to have heard her words at all. He lowered his head and moved closer to her, staring at her fair and beautiful face with burning eyes.
Those eyes were as clear as spring water, as if they could reflect people's hearts with just a glimmer of light.
He had wanted to crush these eyes and hide them in his heart countless times.
"Wanwan," he murmured in a low voice, as if suppressing deep emotions, "Do you know that you are in my dreams day and night?"
As he spoke, he reached out to unbutton her clothes.
Shen Xingwan was shocked and angry. She slapped his hand away and said hastily, "Don't do this! Did you catch me here just to humiliate me like this?"
Wei Zilin was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
He looked at her straight in the eyes, "Why, do you think I'm humiliating you?"
"Isn't it?"
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