Chapter 91: Jade Dew and Nectar, Intoxicating the Heart and Soul
Xiao Li looked at Lou Yan. His somewhat effeminate face was both sinister and cold. No matter how you looked at him, he was the villain.
Peerless in martial arts, sinister and cold, reeking of blood, and radiating aggression.
He was clearly an irredeemable villain, yet at this moment, his head was tilted back slightly, his yearning eyes fixed on her, begging for her favor.
’How... unexpectedly alluring.’
Xiao Li broke free from his grasp. Her fingertips brushed across his chin, the pad of her finger hooking slightly as she stroked it twice, as if teasing a pet.
She could clearly see his Adam’s apple bobbing anxiously, the desire in his eyes threatening to shatter his composure.
He was a wolf that could tear her to shreds, yet he held back, docilely awaiting her command.
The feeling of conquering and being conquered, experienced simultaneously, was utterly intoxicating.
Xiao Li picked up the nearby cup, took a mouthful of the wine he had yet to drink, and, under his expectant yet desperately restrained gaze, slowly lowered her head to kiss him.
The instant their lips met, he nearly lost control. His hand, veins bulging, came up to cup the back of her head. He wanted to grip her tightly, but in the end, he reined in his strength, letting it rest there gently.
Her lips parted slightly. The warm wine flowed between them, carrying a bewitching fragrance—a divine ambrosia that intoxicated the very soul.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed again and again. The wine-scented kiss was but a taste, ending as his tongue darted out to brush against his lips. Yet, it seemed to penetrate his very soul, making him tremble with pleasure, the corners of his eyes flushing red.
He had visited several times while the Princess was unconscious. She had lain so docilely on the bed that she wouldn’t have reacted even if he had taken liberties with her, but he was unwilling.
He preferred her like this—vibrant and unrestrained. Just like now, bestowing a favor upon him as if giving alms.
It was just a light kiss, yet it made his blood boil with desire.
He didn’t want to take it for himself; he wanted her to give it to him.
Xiao Li’s fingertips brushed past the corner of his eye. ’Tsk, tsk. Already this worked up?’
She sat back and picked up her wine cup. The wine suddenly tasted a little bland. ’That kiss just now... wasn’t half bad.’
’How depraved. To think I’ve been bewitched by a gloomy eunuch.’
Lou Yan snapped back to his senses. His gaze on Xiao Li was even more scorching now, as if it could melt her on the spot.
"Ahem... I must return to my post... Princess, you should get some rest."
Without waiting for Xiao Li to reply, he turned and left, swiping the wine cup he had just used on his way out.
Xiao Li was speechless. ’So that’s why he ran off so quickly.’
’Isn’t this Chief Eunuch, who’s practically bursting with sexual tension, a little too innocent?’
’Speaking of which, I must be the first woman to ever kiss him, right?’
’Besides, eunuchs don’t have... *that*. So what does he do when he’s burning with lust?’
Her mind was suddenly filled with inappropriate thoughts. Xiao Li furrowed her brow and massaged her temples. ’Can’t think about it, can’t think about it. The more I do, the more absurd it gets.’
The screams from the Imprisonment Department echoed all night long. Lord Seal Master administered the torture personally, and blood pooled across the floor.
Even Mu Bai and Ling Yi, who had been by Lou Yan’s side the longest, couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath, their hearts trembling in fear.
Mu Bai said, "The Chief comes back from one trip out and gets this brutal. Who would be foolish enough to offend him now?"
Ling Yi replied, "It doesn’t look like he was offended. It’s more like something... stimulated him. He’s overly agitated."
Mu Bai: "Huh?"
’What’s that supposed to mean? I don’t get it at all.’
Ling Yi didn’t really understand either. He waved his hand in frustration. "Just shut up. Be careful or the Chief will string you up there next."
Mu Bai shut his mouth. The Chief wouldn’t actually torture them if he strung them up, but thinking about how many people had died on those racks, and feeling the sheer pressure of his oppressive aura... it wasn’t a pleasant thought.
Xiao Li went out and was immediately attacked by assassins.
The alley was narrow, restricting the swing of Rong Qing’s broadsaber. He had no choice but to pull her back toward the main street.
"Forgive me, Princess!"
With that, Rong Qing grabbed Xiao Li by the waist, threw her over his shoulder, and continued to fend off the assassins as he retreated.
Xiao Li was speechless. ’This position is... utterly humiliating.’
Fortunately, it was only a few steps. Once they reached the mouth of the alley, Rong Qing set her down. With his saber in hand, he single-handedly guarded the narrow opening, cutting down every assassin who dared approach.
He truly looked like one man holding a pass against ten thousand.
The other guards swarmed in to protect her, making Xiao Li’s position relatively safe for the moment.
But a moment later, another group of men charged in from the side, and Xiao Li was surprised to see she recognized their leader.
Po Feng. She remembered Lu Chengzhi calling him by that name. He was the Commander of the Lu family’s guards.
’So they’ve come for revenge.’
Xiao Li’s guards were no match for the men Po Feng brought with him. They fell one after another, with Po Feng in particular cutting a path straight toward Xiao Li.
Xiao Li knew some martial arts, but she was no match for masters who had trained since childhood. She hadn’t brought a spear with her, only a sleeve arrow. But Po Feng had seen her kill Lu Yanzhi with a sleeve arrow, so he would surely be prepared for it.
Rong Qing was still tied up at the mouth of the alley and couldn’t come to her aid. There must have been too many enemies there for him to dare leave his post.
Yang Jun struggled to hold off Po Feng by himself, to say nothing of the fact that Po Feng’s men were all highly skilled as well.
In less than a minute, Po Feng had cut his way to Xiao Li. Yang Jun’s arm was so grievously wounded he could no longer lift it; he could only shield Xiao Li with his own body.
Po Feng’s eyes were locked on her the entire time, filled with the determination to kill her at any cost. The instant Yang Jun faltered, Po Feng pressed his attack.
He had no intention of getting past Yang Jun; his strike was meant to pierce through the guard’s body and kill her as well.
Xiao Li instantly fired her sleeve arrow, then snatched the sword from Yang Jun’s hand and lunged forward.
Yang Jun was scared out of his wits. "Princess!"
Her lunge, of course, was no threat to Po Feng. But instead of dodging, he met her blade head-on, willing to take an injury for the chance to kill her.
"CLANG!"
Xiao Li blocked the strike, but this body was too weak. The impact sent a numbing jolt up her arm, and she stumbled backward.
At that same moment, Rong Qing finally broke through and forced Po Feng back with a single slash of his saber.
"Sister."
Xiao Li never expected to be caught by Ziyue.
The next moment, the young boy swept her up into his arms, leaped onto a wall in a few bounds, and before Xiao Li’s vision could even clear, she was thrown into a carriage.
"Yah!"
Xiao Li hadn’t even found her footing when the carriage lurched forward. She was thrown off balance, tumbling into a fragrant embrace.
"Oof, cough, cough, cough..."
Xiao Li quickly grabbed the man’s shoulders to steady herself. Looking up, she saw Song Junzhan, who was coughing so hard his face had gone pale. This "Immortal" looked so fragile he seemed on the verge of shattering, and a profound sense of guilt washed over Xiao Li.
’What have I done!’
"I’m sorry."
Song Junzhan shook his head, his eyes rimmed with red. "I’m fine."
Xiao Li quickly retracted her hands from his shoulders and grabbed the window frame to steady herself as she sat down.
The carriage traveled for some distance before it suddenly entered an unknown area, and the entire compartment jolted violently.
Xiao Li was thrown into the air by the jolt, and as she came back down, someone landed in her lap.
This time, it was Song Junzhan who had been thrown into her.
’He’s not heavy, but this position...’
"Sister!"
Ziyue excitedly threw open the curtain, only to see his Young Master with both hands planted on Xiao Li’s legs, trying to push himself up.
His eyes filled with confusion. "What are you two doing?"
Xiao Li helped Song Junzhan up, her gaze sweeping over his flushed face and bright red earlobes. She couldn’t help but smile. The little Immortal was so embarrassed he looked as if he wanted the earth to swallow him whole.