Chapter 45 Once a Day
As luck would have it, when it was Jiang Zhishui's turn, there were no more Qiling clothes left. She was dressed in a light blue outfit, which was simple and elegant, and she stood out among the group of demons.
A group of boys dressed as wolf demons ran past at high speed, knocking many people down and leaving them sprawled out in disarray. The demons, their bloodlust rising in the night, stood up and chased after them, cursing and swearing, to settle the score.
Chaos erupted in the street, and Jing Chengrui and Sheng Yuchen were caught in the crossfire, inexplicably getting into a fight with the leopard demon.
Jiang Zhishui felt that this invitation to the gods was very strange. She grabbed Jing Qianheng's hand and quietly hid to the side, whispering, "This invitation to the gods is so dangerous. It's not what I imagined. Please don't let go of my hand."
Jing Qianheng gently took her hand and looked up at her. The sinister roars of ferocious beasts echoed around them. Jiang Zhishui was on guard, while Jing Qianheng followed behind her with a calm expression.
The lanterns on the street were all destroyed, and it was dark all around, with only a faint moonlight in the night sky to illuminate the area.
Jiang Zhishui pulled him into the alley. She glanced back at Jing Qianheng and asked, "Are you feeling better? If you're still not feeling well, let's go back."
"I'm fine."
Jiang Zhishui nodded and asked, "The Sixth Prince said that participating in the Invitation to the Gods ceremony can cure your illness. Is that true?"
Jing Qianheng slowed down, while Jiang Zhishui continued walking forward. She was pulled by the hand and then turned to look at him.
Jiang Zhishui leaned closer and whispered, "What's wrong?"
Jing Qianheng said, "You came along because you thought my illness would get better?"
Jiang Zhishui paused, then said awkwardly, "Sixth Prince was lying, wasn't he? I knew it... I didn't believe it either, but I heard him say that you had never been to the Invitation to Gods Gathering, so I thought you would want to come and see for yourself."
Jing Qianheng looked at her and murmured softly, "Do you really want me to be okay?"
Jiang Zhishui knew he didn't trust her, so she didn't argue and slowly released his hand. Jing Qianheng lowered his eyes and said, "There's only one way to make me feel better."
The alley was narrow and so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. Jiang Zhishui couldn't see his expression at all, so she could only move closer. At that moment, her lips were pressed against his.
Jing Qianheng touched it and released it immediately, saying in a hoarse voice, "This way, I'll be fine."
After Jing Qianheng finished speaking, he stared at her lips, slowly leaned in again, and after a moment, gently pried open her lips.
Jiang Zhishui's shoulders trembled slightly. She grabbed Jing Qianheng's collar with one hand and tried to shrink back, but was forcefully pulled back the next moment.
In the dim environment, all the senses became more acute. When she responded slightly, Jing Qianheng panicked. He couldn't advance, nor could he bear to retreat. He could only slowly turn around and be as gentle as he could.
Jiang Zhishui's mind went blank, and she could only try her best to cooperate.
On their wedding night, she told Jing Qianheng that they could be closer every day. The Gu poison was hidden in Jing Qianheng's heart meridian, and even when he was asleep, it would release a small amount of poison, which would eventually harm his body.
Being close to Jiang Zhishui can bewitch the Gu, preventing it from becoming restless and resisting.
Jiang Zhishui could sense that Jing Qianheng really enjoyed this intimacy; his movements were gentle, and he seemed reluctant to part.
As she thought about everything that had happened since she met Jing Qianheng, a pang of sadness welled up in her heart.
Jing Qianheng gently bit her tongue, and Jiang Zhishui's legs went weak. She lowered her head and leaned against his chest, panting, "Don't do this..."
Jiang Zhishui felt useless. They had kissed so many times, but she still couldn't get used to it. She pressed her forehead against his chest and gently bumped it, whispering, "Can't you just behave yourself... I'm about to burst, and you still have so many... strange things to do."
Jing Qianheng held her shoulders, trying to pull her up, but she stubbornly resisted, refusing to look up. He cupped her face, forcing her to lift her head. Jiang Zhishui's eyes widened. He lowered his head and moved closer to her lips, but Jiang Zhishui turned her face away, softly saying, "Qianheng...we agreed, just once a day, just once..."
Upon suddenly hearing her call his name, Jing Qianheng's hurried movements abruptly halted.
Jing Qianheng cupped her face in his hands, his voice low and deep: "What...did you call me?"
Jiang Zhishui grabbed his wrist, forcing her head up, "Qianheng?"
Jing Qianheng lightly brushed his fingertip across her cheek. "Do you even know where this place is? You dared to come here, Jiang Zhishui. You really are as... muddleheaded as ever."
Jiang Zhishui's eyes narrowed slightly, and she instantly felt a chill.
Jing Qianheng slowly released his hand, but Jiang Zhishui still held onto his wrist. He glanced down at her and slowly pulled her hand away.
Jiang Zhishui looked dazed; her hand had been removed, but she remained stunned.
An old woman ran in and was startled by the two people hiding in the alley.
Outside, people dressed as all sorts of demons and monsters were causing trouble and fighting everywhere. The old woman thought the invitation to the gods would be lively, so she came with a carrying pole and set up a stall, hoping to make a fortune. Who knew she would almost lose her life here? She was so frightened that she knelt down on the ground and cried out, "Heavenly Bodhisattva, are you human or ghost?"
Jiang Zhishui went to help the old woman and asked, "Are you alright?"
The old woman's surname was Xu. She had a poor memory and lived in a mountain temple in the suburbs. She had come out once and forgot how to get back. She sat on the ground, her hair white and her expression sorrowful.
Granny Xu grabbed Jiang Zhishui and pleaded, "Girl, good girl, please help me, I want to go home."
The gathering to invite the gods is a mixed bag, with people dressing up as demons and causing all sorts of trouble. But in such a chaotic situation, a few real demons might also slip in.
Jiang Zhishui looked hesitant.
Jing Qianheng stepped forward and said, "Let's go."
Grandma Xu smiled broadly, "Thank you. The young lady is beautiful and kind-hearted, she will surely be blessed in the future. I wonder if you are married yet? Whichever man marries you will be very lucky."
The moonlight was perfect. The three of them came out of the alley and walked along the mountain path. Suddenly, Jing Qianheng said, "She got married."
Grandma Xu glanced back at him, then silently turned back and smiled kindly at Jiang Zhishui.
Jiang Zhishui and Granny Xu walked ahead, while Jing Qianheng walked behind, listening to their conversation.
Jing Qianheng looked at the two people in front of him. The surroundings were quiet. He asked, "Grandma, you've seen so much. Have you ever met a person who initially dislikes you, then tries to please you, then lies to you, and finally... does something wrong and then begs you to pretend nothing happened?"
Jiang Zhishui turned around in shock, "You?!"
“I wasn’t talking to you.” Jing Qianheng looked at Granny Xu beside him, his tone calm. “Granny, do you know what this person wants? Now she’s come back to bother me, pretending to be someone else, pretending to have never known me, pretending to like me, saying she wants to get married, saying she wants to protect me for life. Not a single word she says is true. What do you think I should do with her, Granny?”
Granny Xu looked back and forth between the two with a strange expression. She smiled and tried to mediate, saying, "Your Highness, asking such a question in front of a young lady is making her feel awkward. How could an old woman like me understand matters between you two?"
Granny Xu turned to Jiang Zhishui and said, "Madam, His Highness..."
Jiang Zhishui took a step back, looking surprised: "You know each other? Who are you?"
Granny Xu straightened up slightly and said formally, "Madam, don't be afraid. I'm not a bad person. I'm just here to join in the fun. I'm deeply indebted to Miss Zhou and have been secretly watching over His Highness."
Jiang Zhishui was in a state of confusion at this moment. Hearing Jing Qianheng say those words, it was clear that he had regained his memory.
When did he regain his memory? And if he did, why did he agree to marry her?
"You...are you laughing at me?"
Jiang Zhishui, realizing how many foolish things she had said while taking advantage of his amnesia, was now filled with shame and indignation. "When did you... no, why did you kiss me just now? You already know who I am, why did you still do that?"
Grandma Xu stepped back somewhat awkwardly.
Jiang Zhishui's mind was in complete chaos, and she spoke without thinking, her words coming out without a second thought.
Actually, she was looking in the wrong direction. Even if he knew who she was, he could still do it. And doing so was a result of mutual agreement, something she allowed.
This was to help alleviate the damage from the poison; she had no reason to be angry.
As soon as Jiang Zhishui spoke, her face flushed red. She glanced in Granny Xu's direction, feeling utterly ashamed. She felt both ashamed and sad, believing that Jing Qianheng had been playing her all along. She had no reason to be angry with him, because what she had done made no sense, and she had lied to him too.
A sharp chill ran through Jing Qianheng's heart. Seeing her panicked and helpless at this moment should have brought him pleasure, but instead, he couldn't help but take a step forward, nervously saying, "Who wants to see you make a fool of yourself..."
He realized he was getting impatient, but didn't want to show it too obviously, so his tone turned cold. "You said it would be once a day. We're husband and wife, what's wrong with that? You've done even worse things to me. I just kissed you, and you can't handle that? What about before..."
"Jing Qianheng!!" Jiang Zhishui looked at Granny Xu in alarm. Granny Xu's eyes widened, and the corners of her mouth turned up but were forcibly suppressed. Her expression was strange, and she struggled to maintain a serious expression.
Jing Qianheng wanted to calm down, but whenever Jiang Zhishui was mentioned, he would become agitated and angry. It was difficult for him to stay clear-headed; what to say and what not to say were long gone from his mind.
Grandma Xu was going home, and the two young couple who were trying to kindly take her home had started arguing halfway there. Naturally, she felt bad about it. Seeing that the atmosphere was extremely awkward, she pulled Jiang Zhishui, who was standing stiffly to the side, and continued walking forward, talking to her incessantly.
After sending Granny Xu back, she originally wanted to invite the two of them in for a cup of tea, but Jiang Zhishui stood far away by the steps, and Granny Xu saw that she was in a bad mood, so she didn't say anything.
Watching Granny Xu close the door, Jing Qianheng turned around. Jiang Zhishui had already walked down the steps and left impatiently.
Upon returning to the Ling Prince's residence, Jiang Zhishui hurriedly went inside, immediately closed the door, and even affixed a sealing talisman to it.
She bit her nails and paced back and forth in the room in a panic.
Given the current situation, should she continue to stay?
Someone was knocking on the door. Jiang Zhishui looked nervously at the door. The knocking stopped, and she frowned and turned around. Suddenly, with a bang, the seal on the door was forcibly broken!
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