Chapter 47: They even said they wanted to kidnap me?
Shen Minghuai lowered his eyes and said, "You've gone to such lengths not just to kill him, have you?"
Zhou Linyuan looked at him quietly, while Shen Minghuai lowered his head in thought and asked, "What's the main point of all that you've said?"
Zhou Linyuan's face was ashen: "The key point is that the Jin Kingdom is a kingdom established by a demonic dragon, and everyone there... is a demon."
"..." Shen Minghuai looked up in shock, speechless, "What...what did you say?!"
Zhou Linyuan turned and left before he could finish speaking.
Shen Minghuai hurriedly chased after him, but no matter how he asked, Zhou Linyuan refused to give any more details. Several carpenters carried the wooden stakes past, and Zhou Linyuan took the opportunity to shake off him and run over to help.
Shen Minghuai stood there in a daze. He had left Jin in such a hurry that he could only leave behind a few words to inform Lin Ye and the others.
The three disciples of Ziyang Immortal Mansion are still in Jin Kingdom. If what Zhou Linyuan said is true, then the situation is far more serious than they imagined.
"We need to get them out of here as soon as possible."
Shen Minghuai took a few steps forward, then stopped, his expression grave. He finally understood why Zhou Linyuan, such an arrogant and domineering person, would run away so quickly with his tail between his legs.
Shen Minghuai frowned, looking worried: "They still want to save Jing Qianheng, but I'm afraid they themselves are in grave danger."
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"It has always been there."
Jiang Zhishui's eyes flickered, her gaze lightly sweeping over the look the other person was giving her. She looked shy, but in reality, she felt guilty.
Jing Qianheng gazed into her eyes and leaned down involuntarily. She flinched, and he paused, then asked, "Is that not allowed?"
On the bed, the two were still dressed, one on top of the other.
As the two pushed each other, half of the gauze curtain was torn off, leaving a hairpin lying alone on the ground.
Jiang Zhishui turned her head to look outside the bed, her wrist being gripped tightly. She breathed a sigh of relief, her face burning, and made an excuse, saying, "We already kissed today...."
Jing Qianheng released her hand, slowly got up, and sat blankly on the bed, as if he had calmed down from his impulsive emotions.
Jiang Zhishui rubbed her hands and said coquettishly, "I never thought you were this kind of person."
Jing Qianheng, who had been looking down and in a daze, looked up at her upon hearing this.
Jiang Zhishui shrank back. "Your Highness is so different. Before, even touching you was so precious, but now you like to... cough, is it because you're poisoned by Gu? Does the Gu poison still trigger your... you know?"
Jing Qianheng clasped his hands together, his eyes lowered.
"You even said you were going to tie me up?" Jiang Zhishui said, rubbing her hands. "How could you say something like that?"
Jing Qianheng said calmly, "What kind of person do you think I am?"
Jiang Zhishui paused for a moment, then turned and rolled onto the inside of the bed, turning her back to him and grabbing the blanket to cover herself.
Jiang Zhishui, wrapped in the quilt, waited a while before saying in a muffled voice, "I thought you were a virtuous and abstinent gentleman."
Jing Qianheng stared at the strands of her hair that were left outside. He reached out and gently hooked a lock of hair, his tone extremely gentle, "Then you're mistaken. I'm not."
"Can I...lie down next to you?"
"..." Jiang Zhishui remained silent for a long time, then nodded slightly. After nodding, she moved her body further inside and murmured an almost inaudible "hmm".
Jing Qianheng lay down, his fingers stroking her hair, and he asked in a low voice, "Can we change it from once a day to what we agreed on before?"
Jiang Zhishui clutched the blanket tighter around herself, swallowing nervously. "Change...change what?"
That was on their wedding night, when Jing Qianheng was delirious with illness, and Jiang Zhishui casually made a rule with him.
Jiang Zhishui thought he had amnesia and couldn't bear to take advantage of him. She thought occasional intimacy was harmless.
After considering it for a moment, Jing Qianheng said, "Change it to ten times."
Jiang Zhishui turned her head sharply, her expression serious: "Jing Qianheng, don't push your luck."
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