Xiao Zhian is going to be played to death by Lin Huaiyin
Upon discovering Xiao Zhian standing before him, Shen Congyun's eyes widened in shock and fear, his fingernails digging into the window frame.
He's fine.
He was neither dead nor injured; His Highness was standing next door.
The nine monks have disappeared, and the assassination attempt has failed once again. Has Your Highness come here to find out about his secret meeting with Pingyang and to arrest them?
Xiao Zhi stood quietly, his expression indifferent.
Shen Congyun's soul trembled, his gaze darted away, he couldn't open his mouth, and his body stiffened, unable to perform the gesture of greeting. Suddenly, a long leg stretched out from his side.
In the dim light, her long, snow-white legs shimmered with a faint glow, clearly those of a bewitching woman.
Xiao Zhian frowned slightly, then hooked his long legs around Shen Congyun's waist and dragged him away. Shen Congyun disappeared with an embarrassed look on his face, and then the lewd sounds came.
Xiao Zhian slowly turned around, looked at Lin Huaiyin on the bed, and silently closed the window.
The imperial family had arranged this marriage, yet Shen Congyun dared to betray her.
He doesn't deserve her.
Xiao Zhian glanced at Xuan Ge, who immediately opened the door and went out.
The imperial physician was slow to arrive, and Lin Huaiyin had already completely lost consciousness.
She didn't respond when called.
Xiao Zhian held her in his arms, made her straddle his lap, took off her hairpins and hair ornaments, unbuttoned her clothes and belt, and removed her clothes one by one until she was left with only her close-fitting bodice.
A delicate gold-embroidered ribbon, one hanging around her neck and the other draped over her lower back, adorned the woman's beautiful body, which lay supple against Xiao Zhian's chest.
In the dim candlelight, Lin Huaiyin's back was a bloody mess. Xiao Zhian saw it, his heart clenched violently, and he trembled with pain.
One moment she was bright and lively, bouncing around in front of him, holding his hand and reluctant to let go; the next moment she was still in his arms, but even her breathing was strained.
She suffered because of him.
She must be in a lot of pain.
He didn't want her to be in pain.
He would rather be himself.
Xiao Zhian's eyes were deep and dark, and beads of sweat were on his forehead. He held her slender neck and made her lean back, suspending her in the air above the bathtub.
After testing the water temperature, he picked up a damp cloth and gently wiped her, from her shoulders to her back, from her slender waist to her small buttocks, inch by inch, wiping away the bloodstains.
During the process, it was inevitable that the wounds would need to be cleaned. Lin Huaiyin was not fully conscious and kept panting, hissing and gasping for air, occasionally groaning.
Despite the excruciating pain, her face contorted and drenched in sweat, she gritted her teeth and suppressed her emotions even in her unconscious state, never uttering a groan or a cry.
Perhaps afraid of saying the wrong thing while unconscious, Lin Huaiyin clenched her jaw tightly.
Xiao Zhian sensed her incredible endurance. She was just a teenage girl, innocent and naive, like a blank sheet of paper. But he couldn't see through her. Her pain was unspoken, and he didn't know how to comfort her. He could only speed up his actions, biting her ear again and again, saying to her, "I'm here, I'm here, I'm here."
Clean thoroughly and dry off any water droplets.
Xiao Zhian removed her dress, pulled her out of her blood-stained clothes, and laid her face down on the bed.
The imperial physician still hadn't arrived.
In the blink of an eye, beads of sweat covered Lin Huaiyin's back, and thick black blood flowed from the wound.
The wound is poisonous; the poisonous blood must be squeezed out.
Xiao Zhian knelt by the bed, and when he touched her with his fingers, Lin Huaiyin trembled all over and hissed.
She's in too much pain and can't take any more touches.
The crimson candlelight flickered in Xiao Zhian's pupils as he gazed intently at her. He didn't want her to suffer, and he absolutely couldn't let the poison rage and risk losing her.
Rather than waiting in vain for the imperial physician to treat her roughly, he couldn't wait any longer and wanted to do it himself.
As for what kind of poison Lin Huaiyin had, whether it was dangerous, and how dangerous it was, he didn't consider any of that.
What she can do for him, he can do too.
Xiao Zhian sat on the edge of the bed, bent over, his breath falling on Lin Huaiyin's back. He covered her with his lips, taking her exposed flesh into his mouth and gently licking it.
He dared not move rashly, and only after confirming that she was not struggling or resisting, but was unconsciously tightening her grip on his belt, did he suckle with a little more force.
The blood slowly seeped into his mouth, which he spat into his handkerchief. Then he bent down and shielded her in his shadow, gently cleaning her wound with his warmest and softest spot.
He examined the foot-long knife wound, from his right shoulder blade to his left waist, inch by inch, carefully sucking at it repeatedly, spitting it out mouthful by mouthful.
The poisoned blood gushed from his mouth, making Xiao Zhian dizzy and disoriented. His vision gradually blurred, and his rationality began to crumble.
He stubbornly refused to call anyone in, and his arms, which were supporting him beside Lin Huaiyin, gradually tightened around her until the black blood he vomited onto the handkerchief turned completely bright red. The bleeding stopped, and his vision went black. He barely managed to pull back the quilt and collapsed beside her.
The candlelight flickered, and the candle wax dripped silently.
The room was quiet and still.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Huaiyin fluttered her eyelashes and woke up.
In a daze, her eyelids were heavy, her eyes were half-open, and her body felt unsteady. Apart from the excruciating pain piercing her brain from her back, Lin Huaiyin had no idea where she was.
She had a heavy weight hanging from her waist, and when she reached out to touch it, she found it was a thick, strong arm. She herself seemed to have no clothes left, and was almost naked.
Hearing even breathing behind her, Lin Huaiyin immediately realized her situation—she was naked and sharing a bed with the owner of her arm, a man.
This was definitely a situation that should have raised alarm, but for some reason, the moment Lin Huaiyin touched that arm, she felt a shiver from the depths of her soul.
Her fingers knew this hand better than she did. As if they were reunited after a long separation, she naturally intertwined her fingers with his, their ten fingers tightly clasped, their skin touching. The more they caressed each other, the more unsatisfied she became.
She didn't know who he was.
This man was too forward with her.
While she was unconscious.
But she wasn't annoyed at all.
Lin Huaiyin felt that her sense of shame had completely vanished.
Her back still ached, but the arm around her waist seemed to relieve the pain. Her heart pounded like a drum, tense and simultaneously sounding the charge—she couldn't contain herself and decided to stop suppressing it, using it to relieve the pain.
Her will was like a small boat that had been pierced, with holes in it, water seeping in, and reason and discipline leaking out.
She knows what she wants.
Her actions were so audacious, her soul was consumed by them, she was lawless and unrestrained.
So much so that when Xiao Zhian woke up and realized what she was doing, and was stunned and breathless by her extreme beauty, she was completely unaware.
Almost instantly, Xiao Zhian became aware of his masculinity.
He had never been with a woman before, but now he has.
She was like a pool of water, melting in his palm.
Her husband betrayed her on the other side of the wall.
She certainly has the right to go to the brothel with the man she fancys.
The important thing is that this seems to relieve her pain, and her wound did not rupture and bleed as a result.
Most importantly, the kitten chose him, willingly turning over to let him pet her belly, instead of going out and meowing at other men.
Xiao Zhian was satisfied with Lin Huaiyin's judgment and appreciated her choice. He swept her up from the afterglow of her peak, placed her on his waist, sat up straight, pressed her small head down, and lifted her chin to kiss her.
Suddenly changing positions, Lin Huaiyin felt dizzy and disoriented. She thought the man had woken up and that it wouldn't hurt to have sex with him, since she didn't have money to hire a male prostitute and could just make do. However, the moment their lips touched, a familiar feeling washed over her.
She had once sat on a man like this, being kissed by him while his face was cupped in his hands. That man had a white silhouette, narrow phoenix eyes, and a lazy, playful gaze. Every smile, every touch, was unforgettable to her—he had little experience and clumsily nibbled at her, just like now.
Exactly the same.
Lin Huaiyin subconsciously opened her eyes, and the exquisite phoenix eyes in front of her, with their upturned eyelashes, made her face turn pale, and she instantly pulled away.
The word "Your Highness" caught in his throat.
Lin Huaiyin's eyes widened as she confirmed that it was indeed His Highness the Crown Prince before her, and she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
The man she defiled was actually His Highness the Crown Prince! How could the man she was so infatuated with be so blindly possibly be him?
Why did he lie down with her? Why didn't he push her away?
She can fall into depravity, but he cannot.
Anyone is acceptable, but His Highness the Crown Prince is not!
The shock in his eyes and the trembling on his lips immediately confirmed to Xiao Zhian that Lin Huaiyin knew him, that she had consciously chosen him, and that she had come to his side specifically to seduce him and make him her man.
Very good. Identify your target, strike precisely, and show your claws—that's his obedient cat.
Xiao Zhian intended to grant her wish and reached out to cup her face, but unexpectedly, Lin Huaiyin's eyes were now cold, completely different from her previous lustful expression.
The sudden change in attitude left Xiao Zhian stunned, his heart pounding deafeningly.
Lin Huaiyin stopped looking at him, turned over and got off the bed.
Xiao Zhian stared blankly at her retreating figure.
The same back view, the hand that was just now lingering on his waist, the way she would lean up and kiss him, bite his lips, her little tongue darting into his mouth, her chest thrusting out to rub against him. She clearly liked being like this with him, so why did she suddenly turn cold and heartless after seeing his face and recognizing who he was?
"You set off and ran away? Who taught you that?" Xiao Zhian persisted, thinking she was just being shy now that she was sober, and reached out to hug her again.
Lin Huaiyin dodged to the side, grabbed her clothes, and ran.
Hiding behind the door, she lifted her blood-stained clothes, the glaring crimson blood bringing her back to the scene of the assassination, her fingers trembling uncontrollably.
Wrong, completely wrong.
If a subject's wife were to seduce the crown prince, and this were to be discovered, she would be condemned to an abyss of eternal damnation!
She will die, the Lin family will suffer, the foundation of the nation will be shaken, and the world will be turned upside down.
His Highness the Crown Prince is the Lin family's pillar of support and the sovereign and father of all people under heaven. He cannot have any flaws or blemishes.
Princess Pingyang and Shen Congyun were eyeing him covetously, and the Emperor was also watching closely. He was in a precarious situation and barely had time to take care of himself. He absolutely could not give others a handle to use against him because of her inexplicable impulse.
She needed to leave as soon as possible, get as far away from him as possible, and never see him again.
If you want to play with men, go find male prostitutes; ten or eight are fine, but His Highness the Crown Prince is absolutely out of the question.
Lin Huaiyin unfolded her clothes, each piece stained with blood, but she put them on without a care, her resolute determination to leave piercing Xiao Zhian's heart.
He thought she was committed to him, that she would live and die for him, that she would throw tantrums to get his attention, and that she would go through all sorts of hardships to be his woman.
It turns out she's open with anyone.
The wild men in front of Xiangguo Temple can hug her.
The hands of the wild man she slept with could satisfy her.
The man having an affair next door, Shen Congyun, is the husband she has been trying so hard to please.
Xiao Zhian is nothing to her. She can easily pair him with other women. She runs away whenever she sees him. She would rather accept a random man than have him.
She teased him, yet loathed him, trampling his dignity underfoot.
Xiao Zhian was proud all his life. He looked down on the world from the clouds and was a man standing at the peak of the empire. He indulged her and spoiled her, loosening his bottom line again and again, letting her run wild. But she repaid him with contempt, disgust, humiliation and embarrassment.
No one can treat him like that.
He could crush her with a flick of his finger.
A burning rage consumed Xiao Zhian. He wanted to drive her away, to get rid of her, and he never wanted to see her again. He wanted her to go find whoever she wanted; he didn't want her anymore.
But she was so flustered that she couldn't put on her clothes properly, and she was trembling all over and on the verge of collapse.
The blood on her dress and the gruesome wound on her back were definitely for him.
She rushed to his aid when he was attacked, pushed him aside, protected him with her life, and endured the pain for him.
When she was unconscious and lost her senses, she would call him "Your Highness," and each time she called him that, his heart trembled.
Her thoughts are unpredictable, and this isn't the first time.
She shot and killed Zhao Changji, forged a secret edict, drugged herself at the Shen family banquet, and may have even poisoned the crazed guard. Today, she went to the abbot's room and caused a ruckus.
She was a mystery from the very beginning when she appeared before him.
It was his incompetence that prevented him from seeing through her, helping her, gaining her trust, and getting her to reveal her secrets.
He has no right to criticize her.
Moreover, the wild man she indulged in and never refused was none other than Xiao Zhian himself.
He couldn't push her away.
We cannot let her leave alone while she is seriously injured and panicked.
The door was right next to her.
The thought of her disappearing from his sight, her back arched, her fur standing on end, like a frightened kitten darting away to hide and wail all night, licking her wounds, tore Xiao Zhian's heart apart bit by bit.
He couldn't let her go.
He suppressed all lust and humiliation, leaving the pride of the Crown Prince regent on the bed, and stood up by the bedside, gazing at Lin Huaiyin.
"Is there anything you want to say to me?" Xiao Zhian asked softly, afraid of startling her.
Lin Huaiyin was too busy getting dressed to notice his cautious plea, and replied without looking up, "No, I don't know you."
"You don't recognize me?" Xiao Zhian was almost laughing in anger. "If you don't recognize me, then why did you risk your life to save me?"
"Is it wrong to help those in need?" Lin Huaiyin quickly glanced up at him, then lowered her head to tighten the belt around her waist, saying, "We're even now, so please don't tell anyone about what happened today."
"My lord? You call me my lord?"
She pretended not to know him, and she did it very well.
Xiao Zhian felt that she was deliberately trying to anger him.
He strode forward, while Lin Huaiyin shrank back into the corner.
He stepped closer, and Lin Huaiyin, pressed against the door, had nowhere to retreat.
He looked down at her little head, while she stared intently at his toes.
He reached out his hand, and she trembled.
Suddenly, a cacophony of hurried footsteps sounded outside the door.
"What's wrong, Your Majesty? Open the door."
Princess Pingyang's voice burst through the door.
Xiao Zhian's eyebrows sharpened, and he felt inexplicably displeased.
Lin Huaiyin, thinking the assassins had attacked again, was terrified. Her mind went blank, and like a mother hen spreading her wings, she shielded Xiao Zhian behind her—"Your Highness, run! I'll hold them off!!!"
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