deliberate seduction
Inside Princess An Ding's residence, Zhao Yuemu paused, her arm around Li Yin suddenly lost its strength and fell limp, like a withered tree, devoid of life.
Li Yin sensed something was wrong. Just as she reached out to touch Zhao Yuemu's neck, the person suddenly looked up, smiling at her, and then said, "Sister Li, you've been fooled."
Upon hearing this, Li Yin looked at Zhao Yuemu and then smiled slightly. However, before her smile could deepen, Zhao Yuemu suddenly pushed her away. The push was so sudden that Li Yin stumbled back to steady herself, her face showing confusion.
Looking up, I saw Zhao Yuemu frown slightly, spitting out a mouthful of blood that instantly stained the corner of her lips red, even redder than her lips. She lowered her eyes, a moment of unwillingness flashing in them, before large tears fell.
Li Yin stepped forward, and just as he was about to touch Zhao Yuemu's wrist, the woman deliberately dodged and said weakly, "Sister Li... were you frightened by me?"
She spoke hesitantly, stammering, "I...I just...I had an attack."
Li Yin lowered her eyes and withdrew her hand from the air, which had not touched Zhao Yuemu. She said softly, "I know a little about medicine. If you trust me, I can take a look at you."
Zhao Yuemu raised her hand, intending to touch Li Yin's withdrawn hand, but upon seeing the blood on her own hand, she lowered it, murmuring, "It's dirty..."
A guard standing nearby, his black robes fluttering, strode forward and gestured for Li Yin to enter. Li Yin glanced at Zhao Yuemu, noticing she still had her head bowed, and said, "Your Highness, you may practice today's moves first. I will come to see you again tomorrow."
Zhao Yuemu smiled upon hearing this and said, "Alright, Sister Li, you can't break your promise." With that, she raised her hand and gently removed a hairpin from her hair.
The hairpin is silver and exquisitely carved, with openwork depicting flying birds, yet it is also connected to a cage design, which is both contradictory and complex, yet exquisitely beautiful.
She handed over the hairpin, her eyes shining as she looked at Li Yin. She said earnestly, "This is something my mother left me. It's not worth much, but it's very important to me. I want to give it to my sister."
Li Yin didn't take it, but instead reached out and touched Zhao Yuemu's head. She said, "If it's important to you, then keep it. I rarely wear hairpins to style my hair, so giving it to me would be a waste."
Zhao Yuemu shook her head and looked into Li Yin's eyes, saying, "But shouldn't the most important thing be given to the most important person? You are quite important to me."
Upon hearing this, Li Yin smiled slightly. She withdrew her hand from touching Zhao Yuemu's head wound and said decisively, "I am not very familiar with Your Highness."
Zhao Yuemu paused upon hearing this, stunned on the spot. Then her eyes reddened even more, and the tears she had stopped flowing suddenly collapsed like a high dam. Wan Jiang felt unwilling and a mix of emotions, mixed with sadness, rippled through her heart.
Just as Li Yin was thinking about how to comfort her, he heard Zhao Yuemu laugh, but the laugh was indistinct, as it was impossible to discern any emotion in it.
Zhao Yuemu wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes. Her eyes were red as she said, "Then I'll wait until the day when my sister and I are very close."
Hearing this, Li Yin felt a pang in her heart. She parted her lips slightly but did not utter a word.
Zhao Yuemu coldly said to the guards, "Send Sister Li back to her residence."
The guard simply nodded without saying a word. He then gestured for Li Yin to follow him. This time, Li Yin followed the guard, and the scenery seemed to be the only thing they could hear along the way.
Upon reaching the door, the guard stopped and bowed respectfully to Li Yin. Then, standing at the door, Li Yin boarded the carriage under the instructions of the man from the Wen residence.
The vehicle swayed, and the road it was taking was clearly not the one it had come by; it was much more off course and bumpier, and the bells on the eaves kept ringing.
But Li Yin had no intention of lifting the curtains to find out what was going on; her mind was filled with Zhao Yuemu's actions and words.
This person... is too strange. She couldn't determine who caused Yu Shu's injury. Zhao Yuemu kept hinting that it was Zhao Lianying, and then there was the coincidence of having medicine, and the sudden vomiting of blood...
She closed her eyes, intending not to think about these things anymore, but unexpectedly she fell asleep, her head gently resting against the pillar, swaying slightly with the movement of the carriage.
Sunlight falls, spreading slowly across the hair and the hem of the skirt, the background color gentle, the rhythm mild.
When Li Yin opened her eyes again, she was already at the entrance of the Wen family's residence. Wen Youqing had somehow gotten into the carriage and was sitting opposite her. When she saw that Li Yin had woken up, she smiled gently.
Wen Youqing was dressed in a blue robe, the light shining through the window, casting a light glow on his hair, eyelashes, and the hem of his robe. The color of his robe was slightly lighter under the light, with only a faint shimmer of dark patterns, which perfectly matched his temperament, gentle and refined.
Li Yin looked at Wen Youqing, his gaze meeting her eyes, which were filled with tenderness. Just looking at her made his heart feel as sweet as honey.
Wen Youqing, you are truly a "scourge," even the most notorious femme fatale who brought ruin to the country is probably not as good as you.
Li Yin's hand twitched slightly within her sleeve. Then she lowered her eyes. She had actually harbored thoughts of possessing the person in front of her—it was too sinful.
She closed her eyes and told herself that form is emptiness, appearance and physical appearance are illusory, and what is seen is not real; only the mind can truly understand reality.
She tried so hard to avoid these thoughts, to avoid these bad ideas, and told herself to abstain from lust and greed...
But how could Wen Youqing grant her wish?
Li Yin lowered her eyes, and the light fell upon them, adding to her radiance and making her more human. The aloofness between her brows and eyes faded, and she was imbued with the vibrancy of fireworks and the gentleness of light.
Li Yin, do you realize that you are the real "scourge"?
He moved closer to Li Yin, then pulled her into his arms. Seeing that Li Yin didn't instinctively push him away, he gently curled his lips into a faint smile and said, "I'm injured, Madam... please take a look at me, okay?"
Li Yin originally didn't want to pay attention to Wen Youqing and disturb her peace of mind, but Wen Youqing's second half of the sentence was like a needle pricking her, making her heart clench. She quickly opened her eyes, her tone becoming more stern, and calmly said, "Give me your hand."
Wen Youqing looked at Li Yin from above, his hair brushing against Li Yin's nose. He lowered his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand, and offered it to Li Yin, letting the fragrance of Li Yin linger around his nose. He took a deep breath, and the smile on his lips could no longer be suppressed. The thoughts in his heart surged like a rising tide, fast and turbulent.
Li Yin reached out, placed two fingers on Wen Youqing's pulse, and frowned slightly. After a long while, she looked up at Wen Youqing and questioned, "How did you get this poison?"
Wen Youqing lowered her head and rested it on Li Yin's shoulder, her hair gently brushing against Li Yin's neck, carrying a hint of coolness from the wind, followed by the man's warm breath.
They were very close, and Li Yin could clearly feel Wen Youqing's heart pounding so hard that it gradually became disoriented and erratic, causing her to feel her own heart in turmoil.
Suddenly, she felt a burning sensation on her face, the heat spreading across her cheeks and only intensifying instead of dissipating. Reaching out, she grabbed something scalding hot through her clothes. A flush spread across her neck, and she jumped up in alarm.
Just as her head was about to hit the top, a hand intervened and blocked her head, causing her to bump into that hand.
Her slender hands gripped the hem of her skirt even tighter with nervousness, leaving behind shallow creases.
She hurriedly pushed Wen Youqing's hand away, then quickly stepped forward. But just as she took one step, revealing a glimpse of her clothes, a hand grabbed her wrist.
The man was very strong, but he held back a little, afraid of hurting her. Li Yin was trapped in the man's arms, their hair intertwined, entwined and tender like lovers.
Li Yin's face turned even redder, his ears turning a deep, almost blood-red color. He lowered his eyes, his voice hoarse, and rested his chin on Li Yin's head, saying, "Madam... what are you afraid of? Don't you practice medicine often? Haven't you ever seen or touched a man's... before?"
Upon hearing this, Li Yin immediately retorted, "I have never seen or touched it. I mainly treat women when I practice medicine, and I generally do not treat men."
Wen Youqing listened and chuckled softly. His voice was hoarse, and he said indulgently, "Alright, you've never seen it before, never touched it..."
Li Yin noticed that something was wrong with Wen Youqing. The poison was... Cold Window Grass, which usually makes people feel extremely cold. However, Wen Youqing's symptoms seemed to be caused by some kind of indescribable drug.
What kind of poison is this? It's so strange.
Thinking this, Li Yin asked the question, and Wen Youqing chuckled again upon hearing it.
Li Yin, this poison is you.
To me, you are the most potent poison in the world.
Wen Youqing said in a hoarse voice, "Why are you asking so many questions, Madam? Shouldn't your most urgent task be... to save me?"
Li Yin was speechless for a moment. She was genuinely curious about this, and she also wanted to ease her embarrassment.
Interrupted from her thoughts and brought back to reality, Li Yin felt uneasy, unsure how to handle the situation.
She lowered her voice and asked, "Wen Youqing, how do you want me to help you?"
Wen Youqing's eyes were deep and unfathomable. His voice was hoarse, yet held a hint of allure as he said, "Madam, how do you intend to help me..."
Li Yin gripped her sleeve, a slight tremor in her heart. She was not made of wood or stone, and after taking a deep breath, she still said, "I don't know."
I don't know if it would be right or wrong to do that. I also don't know how to avoid feeling regretful, how to be true to you, or how to avoid taking advantage of someone in a vulnerable situation...
I do not know the depth of her feelings.
Wen Youqing gently reached out and rubbed Li Yin's neck. His movements were gentle, as if he were handling porcelain, careful and delicate, as if afraid of breaking it, concealing the almost frantic state in his eyes.
He closed his eyes, then bit his lip until it bled. He stuck out his tongue and gently, playfully, licked it. He steadied his breathing, but his voice was still hoarse. He said, "Can't your blood cure this, Madam... feed me."
These words, like a devil's whisper, stirred up the few remaining thoughts in Li Yin's mind, amplifying them, and she lowered her eyes.
The feeling in her heart was too strange; she couldn't explain it clearly. It was an emotion that flowed quietly like a stream, yet sometimes surged and rose and fell like a river.
"Reason prevails," she told herself, "it's just about detoxification."
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