Staring into Ji Yanqing’s delicate, alluring peach-blossom eyes, Tongyue felt a familiar pang, saying weakly, “Your Highness, sneaking into Weiyuan Escort Agency in disguise—quite the leisurely pastime.”
“Digging you out wasn’t a loss,” Ji Yanqing replied with a light laugh, his hands, gripping the reins, casually resting on the black-clad heroine’s waist, tinged with ambiguity.
Ji Qingyan, her secret exposed, blushed furiously, stealthily pinching Ji Yanqing’s waist so hard she nearly tore flesh.
Ji Yanqing’s lips twitched, but he maintained his composed demeanor.
“Miss Tongyue, nothing to confess? Especially about the Lanling Xiao clan—I’m quite curious about my mother’s family,” he said.
“Heh, since Your Highness knows I’m a Xiao clan assassin, why waste words? A sword through my heart would save time,” Tongyue retorted.
Ji Yanqing, still holding the reins, smiled, unfazed by her defiance. “Who sent you?” he pressed.
“No comment,” she replied.
“Besides watching me, what’s your purpose in Ye City?”
“No comment.”
…
Faced with such an uncooperative captive, Ji Yanqing remained unruffled. As expected, Xiao clan assassins were famously disciplined, never betraying their masters.
Even if Tongyue confessed now, he’d likely distrust every word.
The questioning was mere formality.
Mostly to make the Wei King’s Mansion seem approachable.
“Since you insist, I’ll have to invite you to stay a few days in our dungeon to think it over,” Ji Yanqing said, blinking, his tone still gentle. “If you dare end yourself there, I’ll ensure all of Weiyuan Escort Agency joins you.”
Tongyue’s body trembled, though her expression stayed composed. “You think I care about a bunch of tools’ lives?” she said coolly.
“You know if you do,” Ji Yanqing replied.
From the moment Tongyue revealed her killing intent earlier, Ji Yanqing was certain she cared deeply for Weiyuan. Otherwise, she wouldn’t risk such a pointless, dangerous act.
With Weiyuan as leverage, Ji Yanqing held the upper hand. It was only a matter of time.
Plus, he had hypnosis as a final trump card.
“Take Miss Tongyue to the dungeon and treat her well. Skip the flesh-tearing tortures, but let her experience the rest,” he ordered. “Oh, and Su Ningyue’s looks and figure suit my taste. I bet being clasped by those legs would be divine.”
With that, Ji Yanqing rode off.
Threats made, weaknesses prodded—now it was a matter of how long Tongyue could hold out.
Midnight in Ye City, the streets were quiet and cold, autumn winds laced with the clatter of hooves.
Nearing winter, a biting chill swept in. Ji Qingyan tightened her red fox-fur cloak, her glance catching Ji Yanqing in just a thin python robe. She leaned closer into his chest.
Two bodies together were warmer, after all.
Unbeknownst to her, the Yanxia-granted python robe, woven from ice silkworm silk, was perfect for any weather, keeping the wearer comfortable year-round.
Heroine Ji was clueless.
[The girl’s soft, graceful body is heaven’s gift. You won’t waste this chance. Burning with desire, why not seize this empty moment for a thrilling horseback romp with Ji Qingyan…]
Ji Yanqing might “reluctantly” entertain the idea.
But the Night-Illuminating Jade Lion thought the narrator’s suggestion was scummy beyond words… or rather, beyond hooves.
Feeling something odd press against her, Ji Qingyan frowned, glaring at the Heir irritably.
“Want a late-night snack?” Ji Yanqing asked gently, changing the subject.
An old trick, but effective.
Ji Qingyan hummed softly, nodding. Suddenly, the Wei King’s Heir didn’t seem that hateful.
A vassal king demanded grandeur. The Wei King’s Mansion chefs were masters, on call round-the-clock, ready to whip up delectable dishes.
Back at the mansion, maids soon brought steaming delicacies.
Lotus powder osmanthus cakes, pine-stuffed goose oil rolls, pea paste, jade dumplings… an array of pastries, so tempting royal desserts paled in comparison.
Before Ji Qingyan could choose, Ji Yanqing picked up a soft jade dumpling and held it to her lips.
“These jade dumplings have thin skins and rich fillings, made with this year’s fresh sticky rice and new bean paste. Try it, Heroine Ji,” he said.
With such kindness, Ji Qingyan couldn’t refuse, letting the Heir feed her.
Her cherry lips parted, teeth grazing the dumpling.
Sweet bean paste flooded her mouth, the dumpling still warm, soft, and delectable.
Ji Qingyan let out a melodic whimper, her jade-like face flushing.
[Get Ji Qingyan used to your feeding. Trust builds slowly. Soon, when you ask her to kneel and use her cherry lips to relieve you, it’ll go smoothly…]
Ji Yanqing didn’t get it, but he was floored.
“It’s delicious. I love it,” Ji Qingyan said softly, fidgeting with her slender fingers, visibly shy.
Being fed sweets felt too intimate!
Suddenly, a graceful figure strolled into the courtyard, candlelight flickering. Light footsteps approached from outside.
“Yanqing, still up so late?” Xie Lingwan asked, in a crimson palace gown with a white fox-fur shawl, her tall, curvaceous figure unhidden. Her delicate collarbone gleamed, and her ample chest stood majestically—a rare beauty.
Entering, her fox-like eyes caught her nephew’s overly familiar behavior with a stunning stranger, flouting propriety, the girl’s face flushed with a drunken blush.
Xie Lingwan’s charming smile froze. Shock, doubt, and indignation swirled within her.
Yanqing, at the peak of youthful vigor, was prime prey for vixens. She couldn’t let this woman succeed.
Quickly, her expression normalized, her hand on her waist, exuding an elder’s authority.
“Auntie Xie… want some late-night snacks?” Ji Yanqing stammered, his mind crashing the moment Xie Lingwan stepped in.
‘I’m doomed, doomed, doomed…’
Xie Lingwan smiled faintly. “Sure,” she said.
She sat between them, poised and elegant, every inch a noble lady.
Yet, for some reason, the room reeked of vinegar.
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