freenovelworld Chapter 116
Chapter 116
The night was bleak.
Nalan Jingwen fell awkwardly from the roof beam to the ground. The surging heat enveloped her entire body, pounding against her limbs and bones. In just a breath, she was drenched in sweat and had no strength left.
It was hot and painful, the intertwining of which left her utterly powerless to resist.
Her jet-black hair was gradually dyed gold, fluttering in the air, and her black eyes turned blood red again, as if stained with blood.
why? !
Nalan Jingwen was extremely familiar with the changes in her body at this moment, which were exactly the same as a month ago, causing her unbearable pain and coming on fiercely.
She slightly raised her head, revealing a distinct jawline, her whole demeanor incredibly eerie. Her hazy gaze drifted towards the bright moon hanging in the sky, and sure enough, it had turned into a blood moon, leisurely hanging in the night sky.
She clenched her fist, her nails digging into her flesh, trying to clear her head, but compared to the pain in her body, it was nothing and had no effect whatsoever.
She tried to mobilize her profound energy, but the energy within her body was completely unresponsive to her commands, and she couldn't mobilize even a fraction of it. She felt incredibly agitated, as if a raging fire was burning in her heart.
She got up and staggered a few steps before collapsing heavily to the ground again. In her current condition, she probably wouldn't make it to the Red Passion Pavilion.
Hopefully, no one will be passing by tonight to avoid losing control and hurting someone.
She gasped for breath, leaning awkwardly against the roadside, her vision blurring as her consciousness was completely swallowed up.
It felt as if a pair of hands lifted her up and placed her in a cold embrace.
who is it?
She couldn't see it; the world before her was completely distorted, blurry, and blood red.
A cool touch covered her lips, and she could only rely on her body's instincts to take it, drawing out all the saliva.
She didn't know where she was or what she was doing. Driven by her most primal desires, she kept taking, like a wild beast, greedily taking. Only in this way could she feel a little better.
……
The sky is bright.
Nalan Jingwen slowly opened his eyes, blinked at the unfamiliar ceiling, and then suddenly sat up.
"My lord, are you awake?"
Nalan Jing looked over and saw spring.
Chunhe smiled, poured a cup of tea, sat down by the bed, and served Nalan Jingwen a cup of tea.
"How is Your Highness?"
Nalan Jingwen frowned and looked at him, his gaze deep and intense.
"Why am I here?"
Chunhe's smile was somewhat stiff as she took Nalan Jingwen's arm.
“The prince collapsed at the entrance of the Red Passion Pavilion last night. Someone found you, and Chunhe took it upon herself to bring you to her room.”
Nalan Jingwen pulled her arm out of his hand, lifted her clothes to look at herself, and saw only some faint marks. Her eyes darkened even more.
"Was it you who served me last night?"
Upon hearing this, Chunhe gave a shy smile and nodded.
Nalan Jingwen stared at him, then pulled him over and tore open his clothes.
Then she was stunned. His body was covered with fine, dense hickeys and ambiguous marks, clearly freshly made.
Chunhe wasn't angry at Nalan Jingwen's rude behavior; she just blushed even more and gave her a reproachful look.
"Your Highness, you nearly killed me last night."
Looking at him like this, Nalan Jingwen felt a strange feeling in her heart. Her intuition told her that the person last night was not Chunhe.
The man would always cup her face in his hands and gently kiss her lips, a tender, careful, yet sorrowful kiss. Even when she tormented him and hurt him deeply, he remained silent, as if afraid of hearing his own voice.
It definitely wouldn't be a trace left by an ordinary affair like Chunhe's.
She knew her own abilities when she lost control; she could only torment people half to death, unlike Chunhe, who was still standing perfectly fine in front of her.
The marks on Chunhe's body were indeed left after lovemaking, but definitely not from her.
Nalan Jingwen's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly grabbed Chunhe by the neck, his tone dark and menacing.
You lied to me!
Chunhe was almost suffocating from being choked by her, his face flushed red. He held Nalan Jingwen's hand and tried to pry it open, but his strength was no match for Nalan Jingwen's.
"Tell me the truth, how exactly did I end up in your room! Otherwise, I'll kill you right now!"
She released her grip and looked at the man who had collapsed to the ground from exhaustion, radiating a cold aura.
Chunhe coughed incessantly, tears welling in her eyes.
"Your Highness... I did not lie..."
"You appeared at the entrance of the Red Passion Pavilion, but you were unconscious at the time, so I took it upon myself to bring you back to the room."
He knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, his voice filled with fear.
"Your Highness, I was wrong. I shouldn't have lied to you. Nothing happened between us last night. I was wrong. Please forgive me this time."
Nalan Jingwen's face was grim, and his tone was icy.
"Did anyone see who escorted me to the entrance of the Red Passion Pavilion?"
Chunhe shook her head repeatedly, trembling all over, tears streaming down her face from fear.
"I didn't see you, I only saw you."
Nalan Jingwen fell silent. Who exactly was the other party?
He left after spending the night with her, without even leaving his name.
She glanced outside; it was already fully light. Then, she suddenly remembered.
Today is a festival!
"What time is it now?"
"Just past Chen Shi (7-9 AM)."
Chunhe answered cautiously.
Fortunately, the ceremony started at 9:00 AM, so there was still time to go back home and get dressed.
She simply didn't even bother with the front door; instead, she leaped out of the window and used her internal energy to leave.
She moved extremely fast and quickly returned to the palace, landing in her own courtyard.
"Help me change my clothes."
The servant was a little confused when he saw the person who suddenly appeared in the courtyard, but he immediately realized who it was when he heard the familiar voice.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
During the break while changing clothes, I didn't see Cheng He and was a little puzzled.
Where is Chenghe?
"Butler Cheng is preparing in the front hall."
She nodded and said nothing more, letting them help her change her clothes and tie her hair.
Last night's events happened so suddenly that she could only explain to Rong Hengyu after the festival.
"Your Highness!! Something has happened!!"
Cheng He's anxious voice came from outside.
Nalan Jingwen's eyes darkened as he saw Cheng He hurriedly push open the door and enter.
"Your Highness! The Prince Consort! He's been captured!!"
"what?!"
Her pupils contracted sharply, and she grabbed Cheng He's collar, her face grim.
"Can you say that again?!"
"Wang Fu, Wang Fu has been kidnapped!!"
Rong Hengyu's courtyard is heavily guarded; how could he be captured so easily?!
Seeing the terrifying look in Nalan Jingwen's eyes, Cheng He swallowed hard and said, "There are too many of them. The guards in the Prince's courtyard are no match for them."
“Hongyun and Guard Jing have already gone to chase after them, and this old servant has also sent people to chase after them. Please prepare for the ceremony first, Your Highness.”
Nalan Jingwen clenched his fists and took a deep breath.
"Which direction?"
"southeast."
A gust of wind swept by, and the woman was nowhere to be seen.
Cheng He was startled, but quickly reacted and shouted, "Your Highness!! The ceremony is about to begin!! We can't delay it!!"
Unfortunately, there was no reply.