Chapter 25 Get off me first
Zhou Linyuan's decision to stage the wedding hijacking was partly to avenge Jing Qianheng, but he also had his own reasons.
Crown Prince Jing Rong and the Empress have oppressed Jing Qianheng for many years. He has returned this time to help Jing Qianheng reclaim everything that belongs to him.
Zhou Linyuan had been wandering around for a long time. The Canglang sect in the martial arts world was powerful, and with the Tianqi Kingdom as its backer, even the emperor dared not easily touch him.
The Crown Prince's marriage at this time was intended to win over various factions, and Zhou Linyuan naturally wanted to find an opportunity to sabotage it.
He was a rough and unruly man who never followed any rules, but no one could have imagined that he would be so audacious.
This was the first time Su You had encountered something like this, and she was so frightened that she didn't know what to do.
"I understand." Jing Qianheng stood up, as if he had made up his mind.
Now that Jing Qianheng has openly declared his intention to compete with the Crown Prince for power, the only person he can rely on is Zhou Linyuan, and he cannot afford to fall out with Zhou Linyuan under any circumstances.
Su You knew he knew his limits, so she bowed respectfully, turned around, and left.
Jiang Zhishui watched him slowly approach her, then sit down beside her, and he reached out to touch her neck.
His fingers were icy cold, brushing against her skin intentionally or unintentionally. Jiang Zhishui's eyes darted around, her body stiffened, unable to do anything but let him do as he pleased.
A red talisman was pasted inside his collar. Jing Qianheng gathered spiritual power at his fingertips, lit it, and the talisman instantly disappeared.
Jiang Zhishui's shoulders slumped as she gasped for breath, exclaiming, "I'm suffocating!"
Jing Qianheng said, "You can leave now."
Jiang Zhishui grabbed his hand, and Jing Qianheng turned to look at her with a cold and disdainful expression. Jiang Zhishui quickly let go of his hand.
Jing Qianheng said coldly, "If you want to live, forget everything that happened today."
Jiang Zhishui asked in confusion, "Qianheng, what's wrong?"
Jing Qianheng frowned, his expression showing displeasure, and asked, "What did you call me?"
Jiang Zhishui could tell from his unfamiliar gaze that he wasn't faking it that way. At that moment, the system kindly reminded her.
Jing Qianheng now lacks memories of his cultivation at the Ziyang Immortal Mansion. Zhou Linyuan used a secret technique of the Crimson Descendants to erase some of his memories.
Jiang Zhishui stared blankly at Jing Qianheng, genuinely feeling that the system was truly considerate. To make it easier for her to conquer him, it could even erase all the mistakes she had made before.
Jing Qianheng doesn't remember anyone or anything from the Ziyang Immortal Mansion.
So... no one knew about that except her.
Jiang Zhishui didn't want Jing Qianheng to recall those bad memories, so she quickly adjusted her mood and treated it as a chance to get to know Jing Qianheng again.
The red dots on the collar silently coalesced into the shape of a tiny red worm. Once formed, it gently wriggled and seeped directly into the skin.
Jiang Zhishui felt itchy and scratched her neck, but didn't immediately realize that something was wrong.
At that moment, she took a step forward, and her heart felt as if something had drilled into it—cold and itchy, a very strange sensation. Looking up again, she saw a person radiating a faint glow, possessing a natural and powerful attraction that drew her closer.
"Your Highness, if you were interested in me, why didn't you say so sooner? Why did you have to wait until now to try and steal me away from your wedding?" Jiang Zhishui's cheeks flushed. She stepped forward, took Jing Qianheng's hand, and said with deep affection, "Your Highness, I also like you. May I call you Qianheng from now on?"
Jing Qianheng was flustered by her sudden closeness. He staggered a few steps and tried to pull his hand back, but she held on tightly.
As Jiang Zhishui approached, Jing Qianheng, who had never been treated so rudely before, panicked and could only retreat. When he reached a chair, he lost his balance and fell down onto it.
The person above climbed over, cupped his face, and kissed him.
A warm breath washed over him, and a gentle kiss touched the corner of his mouth. Jing Qianheng's hands were still gripping Jiang Zhishui's shoulders, his fingers unconsciously pressing down hard. Jiang Zhishui's movements were fluid; to make it easier to kiss him, she gently lifted his chin, making him tilt his head back slightly.
Jing Qianheng stared wide-eyed as she parted her lips slightly and pressed them against his in a soft, intimate touch.
The scattered red light slowly drifted from Jiang Zhishui's body, gathered at the corner of her lips, and slid into Jing Qianheng's body.
Once it was all inside Jing Qianheng's body, Jiang Zhishui suddenly opened her eyes. At this moment, she knelt between Jing Qianheng's legs, pressing him down onto the chair.
She was terrified and quickly backed away, repeatedly saying, "I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me..."
Jiang Zhishui's hairpin fell to the ground. She stepped back and stepped on it. Just as she looked down to see what it was, she was suddenly pulled back by a strong force. Jing Qianheng wrapped his arms around her waist, his eyes full of possessiveness. He held her firmly in his arms and tilted his head up to kiss her rosy lips.
Her lips burned, and Jiang Zhishui could hardly breathe. She put her hands on Jing Qianheng's shoulders, trying to use the leverage to break free, but Jing Qianheng grabbed her waist at that moment and pulled her back forcefully. She was powerless and her body sank involuntarily. He took the opportunity to completely hold her, and their bodies pressed together. Jiang Zhishui didn't even have a gap or a chance to struggle.
She simply stopped struggling.
Jiang Zhishui relaxed her body, and the other party softened as a result, no longer being so domineering.
Jing Qianheng slightly opened his eyes. Jiang Zhishui was leaning against him with her eyes closed. Her red dress was tilted as she was being pulled, hanging diagonally on her arm.
Her pearl necklace and gold hairpins swayed and glittered, dazzling the eye.
Jiang Zhishui wanted to wait for him to calm down, just like she had when she lost control. But as their lips met, their passion grew stronger, as if there was no end in sight. She frowned and responded with difficulty.
With no sign of abating, the red Gu worms dispersed into red dots and slowly moved toward Jiang Zhishui. Jing Qianheng regained consciousness at this moment and immediately bit his tongue. The taste of blood spread in their mouths, and the red dots, covered by Jing Qianheng's blood, immediately lost their vitality and failed to take shape.
Jing Qianheng pushed Jiang Zhishui away, his eyes glazed over, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Jiang Zhishui, looking dazed and panting, stared at the blood on Jing Qianheng's lips.
Jiang Zhishui was still sitting on Jing Qianheng's lap. Jing Qianheng turned his face away and said in a hoarse voice, "Get off me first."
The candlelight flickered, elongating the shadows inside the room, which were reflected in front of the window. The overlapping shadows were clearly visible to the person guarding outside.
The person lying in wait looked at the reflection in the window, at which moment Jing Qianheng was carrying someone towards the bed.
The sect leader was prepared, and even if Jing Qianheng was unwilling, the Heart-Piercing Gu on the talisman would force him to comply.
Once he was sure Jing Qianheng had taken the bait, the man disappeared into the darkness.
Inside the room, Jing Qianheng saw that Jiang Zhishui was not moving. He looked at her and said angrily, "Get down!"
Jiang Zhishui stared at him intently, her voice trembling slightly: "My legs are weak."
He sat comfortably in the chair, doing whatever he wanted. She was held in his arms in such an uncomfortable position, and he grabbed, pinched, and squeezed her, kissing her as if he wanted to devour her. She really had no strength left.
Jing Qianheng froze, his ears turning red, and he lowered his eyes, unsure of where to look.
Her lips were swollen and red, a truly pitiful sight.
His fingers curled up, and after waiting a moment, he had no choice but to get up and carry her to the bed.
Jiang Zhiping calmed herself, sat cross-legged, and subconsciously tried to circulate her inner energy, only to suddenly realize that she had no spiritual power at all. She then remembered that her spiritual power had been sealed.
What just happened was clearly abnormal; neither of them was fully conscious.
Jiang Zhishui couldn't use her spiritual power to investigate. She sat on the edge of the bed and smelled the blood. She reached out to wipe the blood from her mouth and stared blankly at the bloodstains on her hands.
She thought that perhaps it was Jing Qianheng's blood that brought them back to their senses.
Jiang Zhishui glanced at Jing Qianheng, who was bending down to pick up a hairpin from the ground not far away.
"Qian..." She paused, then changed her words, "Your Highness, do you know what just happened...?"
Jing Qianheng placed the hairpin on the table. He did not turn around and remained silent.
Before leaving the State of Jin, Zhou Linyuan left Jing Qianheng with many ancient books on Gu techniques of the Chi Yi clan, including a Gu worm called the Heart-Piercing Gu.
That was a kind of Gu technique used by the older generation of their Chiyi tribe to establish a contract. It was taken by the bride and would disappear after the wedding night.
The Heart-Piercing Gu can affect two hosts simultaneously; that is, at the moment of union, it will manifest as a spirit Gu that travels between the two bodies. It is an ancient tradition of the Crimson Clan, but it was later abused, and the Gu technique was modified into a forbidden art that can control people's minds and cause them to fall into an inescapable obsession.
"Your Highness?"
Jing Qianheng came to his senses and said in a low voice, "After the immobilization talisman that was stuck to you was burned, the Heart-Piercing Gu hidden inside it came to life and has already burrowed into your body."
...So insidious, even if they get rid of the immobilization charm, they still have a backup plan.
It's truly impossible to guard against.
Jiang Zhishui asked curiously, "I was like that because I was poisoned... but what about you?"
Since Jing Qianheng had no memory of being in the Ziyang Immortal Mansion, he naturally wouldn't recognize her.
I can't let myself be taken advantage of; I'd better save face and get my revenge.
In the past, when Qianheng was bullied by her, he would avoid her as much as possible and would never even think of touching her.
Jing Qianheng was still unable to calm down after thinking about his absurd behavior just now.
From childhood, he had always disliked others getting close to him; even Su You couldn't touch him casually. He had once been imprisoned alone in the deepest, darkest part of the palace, where some sinister creatures would always attack him in the dead of night, wanting to eat his flesh and drink his blood.
Those evil creatures always rushed towards him one after another. He held a broken sword, soaked in his own blood, and fought against them day and night. Those outstretched hands were cold, damp, sticky, and disgusting, and he could not get rid of them no matter what he did.
From then on, even after emerging from that hellish place and walking under the sunlight, surrounded by all sorts of talismans and magical artifacts, he still couldn't sleep peacefully.
He always kept his distance from people and didn't let anyone get close.
After the empress learned that his blood could ward off evil spirits, he often had to cut himself to provide blood for others. At that time, he was always covered in blood, and the palace maids disliked him and did not want to get close to him.
He had never been so close to anyone before, nor had he expected to be so excited in that situation.
Jiang Zhishui quietly walked to his side. Seeing that he looked dazed, she leaned forward and called out, "Your Highness...Your Highness, are you listening?"
The face suddenly looming close startled him, and he jerked back, nearly falling. Jiang Zhishui quickly grabbed him and apologized, "I'm sorry, did I scare you?"
Jing Qianheng angrily shook off her hand, "Don't touch me like that!"
"Okay, okay, I won't touch you." Jiang Zhishui always had a good temper with him, and no matter how angry he got, she could accept it all.
She said softly, "But... Your Highness, what do you intend to do about my matter?"
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