The Great Scheming Empress

  Just now, I didn't have the heart to think about how great the danger was. Now that I think about it, I realize that if Wind Chenye hadn't rescued me in time, I'm afraid I would have already died under the knife of the Qinglong Gate people. Among these corpses that have been cleaned up, there is probably one more - hers.

  She sat on the edge of the cliff, unsure if she could leave yet, as no one had informed her that she could return to the carriage to sleep, so she had to rest here for a while.

  I actually miss going back to see Qing Cheng, but thinking about how Feng Chen Ye treated me lightly and turned around to leave earlier, I still feel a bit stifled.

  Even if I knew he was coming, it wouldn't save me... but still, I'd be disappointed.

  A figure in green approached with big strides. Jiuyin lifted her head and looked at the person in green who had come to stand before her, her thin lips parting slightly, but she didn't speak.

  Qing Yi lowered his eyes and looked at her, suddenly kneeling down on one knee, sincerely saying: "I thank you on behalf of the Eighteen Riders for saving our lives."

  Her lips moved slightly, but she didn't quite react.

  Saving the eighteen riders was not her intention, it was him who brought her here and even sealed her acupoints so she couldn't take a step back. She had no choice but to guard them closely.

  However, she was just a lowly female slave, and her life was completely worthless in their eyes. It was actually somewhat condescending of Qing Yi to kneel down and thank her.

  Qing Yi didn't let the atmosphere become too depressing for too long, after kneeling down she stood up and stretched out her hand: "The prince orders you to go and attend to bathing and changing clothes, please."

  She gazed at the large palm in front of her with a faint glimmer in her eyes, hesitated for a moment, before reaching out to take it.

  One moment ago, she was still kneeling down to thank her, this moment, she had to push her into the fire pit, people of this era, doing things so meticulously that it's almost unacceptable.

  However, I can slowly get used to it over time.

  With Qing Yi's support, she stood up, glanced back at the eighteen riders who were still busy, and took a light breath before following Qing Yi. Her heart felt a bit desolate and uneasy, but she was very clear that apart from obeying orders, she had no other choice.

  Her and Qing Cheng's lives were in Feng Chen Ye's hands, before they escaped, what else could she do besides relying on him?

  Back to the team, that white figure of Qingcheng was no longer in the crowd. I didn't know if he had already gotten on the horse carriage. Although my heart still had some regrets about him, I couldn't help but want to go take a look at him.

  But Qing Yi kept urging her to go into the dense forest, Jiu Yin had no choice but to gather her thoughts and follow.

  The small path in the dense forest was somewhat familiar, it was the road she had just walked through today, only from daytime to night, familiarity with a hint of strangeness.

  After walking for a while, she couldn't help but look at the blue-clad figure in front of her and asked in a soft voice: "Earlier... was Qingcheng injured?"

  As she saw him for the last time, he looked fine, but she didn't know if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake, which wouldn't be surprising in such chaos.

  Until now she still hasn't seen him in person and there is still some worry in her heart.

  "As long as you serve the king well, General, you won't come to any harm." The man in green robes turned back to look at her, and suddenly let out a soft sigh, his voice filled with a hint of warmth:

  "If you don't want to suffer, I advise you not to deliberately make things difficult for the prince. The prince is not as terrible as you think, and as long as you are obedient, he is also easy to get along with."

  Jiuyin didn't say a word, knowing that it was because he had just protected the Eighteen Riders and the person she cared about, so now he had a few more points of patience with her.

  However, what kind of person Feng Chen Ye is, sometimes even his subordinates are unclear.

  At least in terms of relationships between men and women, Qing Yi may not necessarily understand his wickedness.

  "I won't provoke him on purpose." After a while, she still replied with this sentence.

  Qing Yi didn't say another word, took two steps and suddenly turned back, grasped her wrist, tapped his feet lightly, unfolded his lightness skill, and in the blink of an eye disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.

  It was still that small river, still that empty space where she almost broke her leg. Looking at the pale green figure standing quietly by the river, Jiuyin hesitated for a moment, but eventually walked towards him under Qingyi's guidance.

  Everything that happened today is still vivid in my mind, and even now, my ankle is still throbbing with a dull pain, but the scene just now was so frightening that the pain was completely ignored.

  The pain has become even more pronounced now.

  She walked behind Feng Chenye, turned around and looked back, the figure in green had already disappeared from sight. She pursed her thin lips, took a deep breath, then raised her eyes to look at Feng Chenye's profile, and finally called out softly: "Your Highness."

  Feng Chen didn't respond, still gazing at the endless sky, lost in thought.

  Not wanting to displease him, Jiuyin made an effort to recall the scenes from TV dramas where maidservants helped kings and emperors bathe and change clothes, and took the initiative to walk in front of him and undo the belt of his robe.

  Seeing her small hand fall on his waistband, he didn't make another move for a long time. His handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly, and there was already a hint of impatience in his words: "You will be this king's woman sooner or later, is it necessary to be so coy?"

  Nine sounds sink in my heart, I know what he says is true, but hearing him say it with my own ears still makes me feel uneasy and afraid.

  Since he wants to use himself to make her difficult to get along with, how can he easily let her go?

  It's just temporary safety, thinking that you won't have to face these things in the future, so there was a half-day of relaxation.

  Now, this ease was replaced by his old fear again.

  As he said, sooner or later she would be his woman, this was her inescapable fate...

  Serve, like a storm, but no matter how big the wind and rain are, there is always a moment to pass.

  He limped and hobbled along behind Feng Chen Ye, not saying a word the entire way. Jiu Yin naturally didn't dare to say much either, wishing he could make himself nonexistent.

  Feeling both tired and sleepy, all I want to do is go back and have a good sleep, but thinking of Qing Cheng, thinking of what I did to Feng Chen Ye by the river earlier... Just thinking about it makes me not even dare to sleep beside him.

  She is now, from head to toe, completely filthy and impure, will she defile his sanctity?

  All the way thinking wildly, fortunately Feng Chenye walked slowly at night, and finally followed him out of the dense forest and back to the convoy.

  Qing Yi had been waiting by the carriage early, and saw two people walking out of the forest. After a quick glance at Jiu Yin, they came to Feng Chen Ye's side, bowed and said: "Your Highness, the carriage has been prepared, you can rest now."

  Feng Chenye nodded and stepped towards his own carriage to return.

  Qing Yi followed for two steps, looked at his back, and then looked at Jiu Yin who was slowly walking behind them. He asked uncertainly: "Wang Ye, this female slave..."

  Feng Chenye didn't respond and directly returned to his own carriage, got on under the attendance of his servant, and disappeared from their sight.

  Until she could no longer see that enchanting figure, Jiǔ Yīn finally let out a sigh of relief. Looking at the Qing Yi who was gazing back at her, she calmly asked: "Can I go back and rest now?"

  Qing Yi hesitated for a moment, remained silent for a while, and finally nodded.

  Since the prince didn't bother to respond, it means that even if this slave girl had served him, she couldn't change her status as a slave. In that case, let her go back where she came from, he can't control everything anyway.

  However, after being taken by the prince, she can still maintain such a calm and composed demeanor. This woman is indeed not ordinary compared to women from ordinary families.

  If it were another woman, if she wasn't eager to seize the opportunity to get close to Wang Ye and fly up to become a phoenix, or because her chastity was taken away and she came back crying and wailing, or even took her own life, how could she have half of her calmness?

  But she neither cried nor tried to curry favor with the king, and instead acted as if nothing had happened at all, not taking it seriously.

  What is this woman's heart made of?

  Not to mention Qingyi didn't understand, even Jiuyin herself couldn't figure it out. What kind of relationship did she and Feng Chenye have now? Or perhaps they had no relationship at all?

  Alright, since he no longer needs her to serve him, he can continue being the high and mighty prince, while she remains the lowest of slaves in the eyes of the world. Everything will be fine as long as the status quo is maintained.

  Walking up to the horse carriage, he lifted his head and gazed at the quietly lowered carriage curtains. His heart, which had finally calmed down, became unsettled once again.

  If I'm not mistaken, at this moment, Qing Cheng is sleeping in the car.

  She was taken away by Feng Chen Ye's people, can he sleep with a clear conscience?

  Recalling Feng Chenye's gentle touch on the cliff edge, her figure turning and walking away, there is still an undeniable hint of bitterness in my heart.

  Husband and wife are originally birds in the same forest, let alone they are not even husband and wife!

  She bit her already bitten thin lips, and smiled helplessly. Just as she was about to get on the car frame, the car curtain suddenly opened, and Zhan Qingcheng's stunning face appeared in front of her again.

  A large palm stretched out towards her, his face expressionless, and his eyes were also indifferent.

  Jiǔ yīn hū rán jiù wěi cuò le qǐlai.

  English Translation:

  The nine sounds suddenly became sad.

  Don't know what's wrong, but just feel wronged.

  She clenched her small hand into a fist, unwilling to shake his hand. She grasped the car frame and endured the pain in her ankle as she climbed up, slowly crawling inside. She tossed her shoes and socks by the door, pulled over the blanket, and lay down, turning to face the wall of the car, silent and unresponsive, ignoring Zhan Qing Cheng.

  Zhan Qingcheng returned to the car, only glanced at her, and then sat down beside her, closing his eyes and meditating.

  She thought he would say a few comforting words, but unexpectedly he just focused on his own cultivation and completely ignored her. Jiuyin felt a chill in her heart, unsure what their relationship was like now.

  After all, she still took herself too seriously.

  What is a woman who has been insulted by an enemy in the heart of Mars?

  She closed her eyes, and there was a hint of sourness at the corners of her eyes, and she didn't even know that she had been so concerned about his opinion of her all along.

  It's just a man she met two days ago, is her current mood influenced by the love of Jiuyin for Qingshi in the past?

  It must be so, otherwise she wouldn't have been in such distress today and her mood wouldn't have become so strange.

  Jiǔ yīn, rén jiù rán yǐ jīng zǒu le, jiù bú yào zài lái dǎ jiǎo tā de shēng huó le, tā bù xiǎng xǐ huān rèn hé rén, zhǐ xiǎng zì jǐ yī gèrén ān ān jìng jìng dù guò yú shēng.

  Translation:

  Jiǔ yīn, since the person has already left, don't come back to disturb her life again, she doesn't want to like anyone, just wants to spend the rest of her life quietly by herself.

  Last life was too hard, this life just wants to be carefree and easy-going.

  It's tiring to be alive...