The Great Scheming Empress

  Insects chirp and birds sing, flowers fragrance hits the nose.

  In March, peach blossoms and lilacs bloom together, and the air is filled with the faint scent of begonia flowers. The sweetness and fragrance seep into one's heart, making people feel slightly intoxicated without realizing it.

  Jiuyin woke up to find herself lying in a warm embrace, the scent of flowers and a man's fragrance filling her nostrils.

  She shifted her body slightly, and as soon as she did, her facial features contorted again.

  My body hurts all over, it's as if I've fallen apart.

  "Sorry." A low, pleasant voice came from above his head, sounding both close and distant at the same time.

  It sounds great and strangely makes her feel a bit relieved, even the pain on her body seems to have dissipated a lot.

  She lay back down, leaning against his chest, smelling the freshness of him, and even though her mind had been tangled up all night in a dream, it slowly unfolded.

  "Wasn't it me you wanted? Or did you hurt yourself?" She clearly remembered seeing blood oozing from the corner of his lips before she fainted.

  Not using her as an antidote would mean harming his body; although she didn't understand medicine, it wasn't hard to imagine.

  The giant palm of the war god landed on her head, gently stroking her soft hair, without answering her question, but instead asked: "Tossed about for a whole night, uncomfortable?"

  It's better if he doesn't speak, because with his existence, the pain after waking up has been ignored. But when he speaks, he really feels that his body is not right, and his whole body is tired and painful.

  But with him by her side, any pain seemed to have lost its sensation, and her heart and mind were filled with his intoxicating presence.

  "I want to sleep a bit more." She snuggled into his arms again, after going through life and death together for a day, she had already taken him as her own.

  She rarely trusts people, but unconditionally believes in Jing Cheng.

  A man who can give up his life and honor for you, what else can you doubt about him?

  Yesterday, in that one battle, he threw away his great reputation and earned for himself the eternal curse of loving beauty but not the country, even if his subordinates would still be loyal to him, the affection of the people of Western Chu towards him would certainly be greatly discounted.

  Lost so much, all for her, this debt, afraid it can't be repaid in a lifetime.

  Her eyelids were still a bit heavy, she moved her body again, found a comfortable posture and closed her eyes to rest.

  If in this life there is still a future, I will combine mine with yours, okay?

  She lived for twenty years, and no one had ever treated her with such sincerity.

  His gaze fell on her body, his thin lips curled slightly, and a hint of imperceptible smile flashed in the bottom of his eyes: "Sleeping again... is also possible, but are you sure you want to continue sleeping like this? The people outside will come in at any time."

  His voice is really good and has a strong magnetic appeal, making people listen to it over and over again.

  But what does this mean?

  "Come on in, then." A great disaster can wait until she's had a good rest. Without a strong physique, one doesn't have the qualifications to fight against evil forces. "I'm so tired, Qing Cheng."

  Zhan Qingcheng didn't say anything else, but picked up the pure white outer robe that had slipped off her body and covered it back over her. Her slender fingers brushed against her shoulder, filled with a hint of pity.

  Here, there is still a mark left from being bitten by Feng Chen Ye last night.

  It can't be considered a wound, just a bit red and swollen, which is particularly eye-catching on her delicate skin.

  She finally felt a bit strange about her own body, and the outer garment fell on her, feeling too intimate.

  She lowered her eyes and looked closely, almost screaming at the scene in front of her.

  A large palm landed on her lips, and Jiang Chen flipped over, directly pressing her under his body. His tall and slender physique covered her tightly.

  At this moment, the curtain of the carriage was pulled open with a "brush", and the green-clad man bent forward, poking in half of his head.

  He caught sight of the scene unfolding before his eyes, and he was taken aback. He immediately averted his gaze and casually let down the curtain. A detached voice came from outside the curtain: "General, the road ahead is blocked. The king intends to rest in the forest for half a day. If you find it boring, General, you can get off the carriage and take a walk around."

  She opened a pair of big watery eyes to stare at Zhan Qingcheng, seeing him slightly shake his head, she pursed her thin lips and didn't dare hum out another word.

  His gaze swept across her face, but his words were directed at the green-clad man outside the curtain: "If I find it uninteresting, I will get off myself."

  The man outside stopped talking and retreated, ordering the two drivers to guard the carriage and not let anyone approach before striding away from this place.