The Great Scheming Empress

  Jiǔ yīn hū rán yǒu diǎn wú cuò le qǐlai.

  English Translation:

  The nine sounds suddenly became a bit disordered.

  She actually discussed with her "boyfriend" whether it hurts or not when she was taken by other men, what a ridiculous thing is this?

  "Actually..." She felt a bit tired from sitting, so she leaned forward and gently rested her head on his body. Her hands were still holding onto his neck, but not choking him, rather subconsciously caressing: "Don't you care at all? Don't you find my body dirty?"

  His hand fell on her waist, and now in this pose, the beautiful scenery in front of her chest could no longer be seen. In her heart, there was a sense of emptiness.

  "Don't mind." he said calmly.

  "But you don't seem to care at all." I don't know if it's because I'm tired or what, but I don't even have the energy to get angry.

  She turned her face and buried it in his shoulder.

  In his line of sight, his Adam's apple jumped up and down with his speech, she couldn't help but stretch out her slender fingers to gently stroke it.

  Zhan Qing's body trembled slightly, and due to this small movement, a thin layer of fine sweat inadvertently seeped out from her palm.

  "Are you still angry?" He had obviously developed some lust for her body, so he gently pushed her away and created some distance between them. In a hoarse voice, he said: "It's just that I'm afraid if we get too close, you'll suffer even more at the hands of Feng Chenye. It's not that I don't want to care about you, Jiu Yin."

  She closed her eyes, pushed away his large palm that wanted to push her away, stretched out her hand and hugged his waist, her voice was also hoarse: "Now, not angry anymore."

  I'm really not angry anymore, it was all a waste of energy getting so worked up for nothing.

  She knew that Qing Cheng would not ignore her.

  It doesn't matter what's going on with her anymore. After all, she can't even grasp the future herself, why bother thinking so much?

  She doesn't want to look for trouble.

  "He didn't ask me to, he just had me serve him while he bathed." Saying something so indecent out loud, I don't know if it will sully his ears.

  The city is always so clean.

  She smiled slightly, lifted her head from his arms and looked down at his handsome face: "I think in the future I will still be taken away by him, he won't let me go, and you shouldn't consider me as your wife anymore. I'm very clear about the view of this era on women's chastity, I..."

  "If I have a wife in this life, it must be you." Zhan Qingcheng said seriously as he looked back at her.

  "I'm not clean anymore."

  His large palm fell on her head, gently pressing her down, not allowing her to peek into the dimness at the bottom of his eyes: "Sorry, Jiuyin, this life, I will definitely not disappoint you."

  She heard a deep sense of apology, but didn't understand what he felt he owed her.

  In the end, it was she who owed him, she who made him a prisoner of Wind and Moon Night, she who left him with nothing.

  Why did he say "sorry" to her?

  Zhan Qingcheng didn't want to delve deeper with her anymore, a flip of his body let her slide down from him, he pulled the quilt over them, and the voice that was full of apology just now had become calm again: "It's late, go to sleep."

  "I couldn't sleep." She was feeling very upset and talking to him made her feel a little better. She didn't want to go to bed.

  The giant's palm fell on her waist and pulled her towards him: "I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself, so sleep."

  Suddenly, a burst of loud and boisterous laughter erupted from inside the carriage.

  Never thought that even the God of War would have such... a moment.

  Zhan Qingcheng's face was slightly sulky: "Since it's like this, finish laughing and let's begin."

  Let's get started after laughing.

  Jiuyin's eyes, still shining with a hint of a smile, stared at Zhan Qingcheng's face, which was wet with sweat, and said innocently:

  "I'm done laughing and don't even want to start."

  The large palm that had pressed against the city still grasped her waist, tightly holding onto her slender waist. His voice was hoarse and full of seductive charm: "I forgive your deception, Jiuyin, stop being naughty."

  She didn't smile anymore, blinking her shiny eyes like pearls, "You... are you serious?"

  This handsome war god, with a charming aura, pressed against her... To be honest, Jiuyin was indeed moved.

  He didn't speak, fearing his answer would be ridiculed by her again.

  He doesn't want to lie, he really wants to now!

  Never had such a strong desire for a woman, don't know if it's because I've determined she's my future wife or because her figure is so beautiful that it makes all men lose their souls, having her by my side always easily gives rise to evil thoughts.

  But he didn't know that she had been teasing him all along and was just playing with him.

  Not angry, just a little disappointed.

  "My body still hurts." Jiuyin patted his handsome face with her hand and smiled shallowly, "I'll give it to you after I've recovered."

  "When will it be good?"

  “……”

  After a while, another burst of laughter came from inside the carriage:

  "Haha, you... are so adorable! Ha, hahaahaha..."

  Such laughter gradually spread in the quiet night.

  The person who has not fallen asleep yet opens his dark eyes, after a while, slowly closes them again and rests quietly.

  In her mind, a stunningly beautiful face gradually became clear. Her eyebrows were deeply furrowed, her rose-colored thin lips kept trembling, crying and hoarsely shouting in pain...

  He had just been tortured to the point of being on his last breath, but now he was already having fun with Zhan Qingcheng in his place, not only without any pain or discomfort, but also living so happily!

  What kind of woman is she? How can there be such an extraordinary woman in this world?

  Is she really so strong, or doesn't she care at all?

  ……

  Jiǔ yīn knew she was really wrong, even though he didn't show his anger, but he was angry.

  She could obviously feel his anger.

  She thoroughly enraged the God of War.

  A white-clad figure in the woods sways gently in the breeze, plucks two green leaves at random, and brings them to his lips, playing a peculiar melody.

  Nine sounds that don't make sense, claiming to be a melody, yet not even a tune, more like a hint...

  Implication!

  "Who are you communicating with?" She leaned in close to Zhan Qingcheng's side and reached out her hand to pull him.

  He casually threw away the green leaves between his fingers, his clothes fluttering lightly, clearly standing beside her, yet stubbornly not letting her touch even half of his sleeve.

  Watching him walk away, Jiuyin chased after him again, laughing and saying: "The one just now was a signal, wasn't it? Are you in contact with the Twelve Riders?"

  Zhan Qingcheng's footsteps paused for a moment, he lowered his head to glance at her, his thin lips moved slightly, but in the end, he didn't say anything and continued walking forward.

  Her figure seemed ethereal, but in the blink of an eye she had already left this place far behind.

  Jiuyin let out a soft breath and continued to walk towards him with light steps.

  He didn't care that it was already half a day, he had been like this since waking up in the early morning.

  I thought I was just joking with him last night, trying to lighten the mood, but he actually took it seriously.

  He was really serious last night, seriously thinking about wanting her.

  She remembered that men of this generation couldn't joke around casually, although her jokes were indeed a bit too vicious.

  "Overwhelmed, overwhelmed..." Her feet still hurt a bit, she couldn't catch up, so she gave up chasing and sat down at the base of the tree, rubbing her ankle and whispering: "It hurts..."

  That figure in the distance showed no signs of stopping.

  Maybe her voice was too soft and he couldn't hear it.

  Jiuyin took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "It hurts so much, my foot... my foot hurts so much, Qingcheng, it hurts so much..."

  Alas, he's really gone.

  "My feet hurt from walking all over the place." A bottle of light green ointment suddenly appeared in front of me.

  Jiuyin was startled and looked up to see Qingyi standing beside her, leaning down to look at her.

  "Thank you." She knew that after yesterday's incident, Qing Yi's attitude towards her had improved a lot.

  She picked up that bottle of ointment, stood up, patted the dust off her body, and looked at Qing Yi: "When are we leaving?"

  "The eighteen riders are still rushing to repair." In fact, Qingyi came to find her, besides sending medicine, there was another purpose, but for a moment, it was a bit embarrassing to speak up.

  Looking at his hesitant appearance, Jiuyin smiled slightly and said: "I want to go back and watch over Qingcheng, bid... uh, farewell."

  Having said that, he took a step and walked away, without looking back at him again.

  Nothing ventured nothing gained, either treacherous or thieving. Although Qing Yi is now friendly to her, she is a person of Feng Chen Ye.

  People who come to her at Wind and Dust Night will never bring good news.

  Watching her walk away in the distance, Qing Yi hesitated for a moment, but eventually caught up with her and said in a soft voice: "Jiuyin young lady, I have something to ask of you."

  "I... can't do anything." She smiled shyly, "Can't help you."

  Qing Yi couldn't help but say with a heavy tone: "There is someone missing by Wang Ye's side to serve him."

  I knew he was up to no good! Last night, serving Feng Chenye almost cost her her innocence, and now going again, who knows what evil methods that wicked prince will think of to torment her.

  Seeing her gloomy face and silence, Qing Yi said: "Jiuyin young lady, you are a clever woman."

  Jiuyin knew that what he said "one thing to ask for" was just giving her a few points of face, considering the credit she earned from guarding the eighteen riders last night.

  She doesn't actually deserve Joe.

  "May I go and talk to Qian Cheng for a bit?" Zhan Qian Cheng was still angry, she didn't want to lose her only friend too.

  Having been together for just two days, I'm not familiar with his temperament and don't know how long this anger will last.

  Qing Yi nodded slightly, as if granting a favor: "Go, serve His Highness at noon."

  A grown man with hands and feet of his own, what need is there for someone to wait on him, he's not a cripple!

  She felt suffocated in her heart, but still smiled on her face: "Thank you."

  When turning around, he scolded all eighteen generations of Feng Chen Ye's ancestors.

  Zhan Qingcheng sat on the cliff edge reading a book, the cliff wind lifted his sleeves, fluttering and fluttering, beautiful as poetry and painting, forever so touching.

  Nine sounds of silent sighs.

  She actually wants to live optimistically every day, but she and Qing Cheng are probably won't have a result.

  It's clear that Feng Chen Ye only likes to torment his heart, but has never really wanted to hurt him. She doesn't know the relationship between the two, but she understands that one day, Qing Cheng will return to his own kingdom, continue being his invincible war god, and continue to be admired by the people.

  The God of War, he is a god, sacred and elegant, but she, after passing through Eastern Chu this time, even if one day she can return to Western Chu, will only be a lowly and filthy person in the eyes of the world.

  The people of Western Chu would not want to see their god of war tainted. The two of them will not have a future, and being together now is just getting by.