The Great Scheming Empress

  Closed her eyes, hiding that stunningly beautiful figure that made all things lose their color in the eyes, and when she opened them again, the corners of her lips and eyebrows were still filled with sweet and sticky smiles.

  She walked over, picked up the hem of his clothes that had fallen to the ground and gently lifted it up. Just as she was about to sit down, the man beside her suddenly swept his arm out, brushing a piece of his clothing under her.

  He sat down directly on his clothes.

  Her heart skipped a beat as she leaned in closer to him with a gentle smile and said, "Don't be angry, okay?"

  Zhan Qingcheng didn't say a word, his gaze still fixed on the book in front of him, carefully flipping through its pages.

  "It seems that Feng Chenye is really good to you." The carriage had everything one could need, not only was the food and drink of the highest quality, but there were even books for leisure reading.

  She didn't dare ask about his relationship with Feng Chen Ye, she just leaned against him and looked up at him: "Qing Cheng, what do I need to do for you to forgive me?"

  She paused at the tip of her sword, as if deep in thought. After a moment's contemplation, she suddenly said helplessly, "There will be another time."

  Flames engulfing her body, a night without sleep, this taste, she didn't understand before, he didn't either, but now they do.

  It's really unbearable, even more so than fighting and bleeding.

  He didn't actually want her, he didn't want to add another wound to the depths of her soul. Last night was a real loss of control, he was angry not at her, but at himself.

  Never thought that one day my willpower would become so weak.

  It's too early to give up, things haven't gone that far yet.

  She also saw a few points of estrangement and indifference in his eyes, which was not only aimed at her, but he was like that to anyone.

  Get used to it then.

  She lay on his legs, not disturbing him from reading, but simply closing her eyes and resting quietly.

  Not far behind, the eighteen riders were still busy. From yesterday to now, for more than a dozen hours, they had not stopped for a moment. Even an iron man couldn't hold on.

  But they have been carrying it until now and are still carrying it.

  Following a master like Feng Chen Ye, is it good fortune or bad luck?

  At noon, Jiuyin first took care of Zhan Qingcheng after he had finished his lunch, and when he was quietly resting in the carriage, she slowly came to Feng Chenye's carriage.

  This morning, Feng Chenye went out for a trip and returned with a dusty body. I don't know what he did, but after getting on the horse carriage, he never got off again.

  Qing Yi had been waiting by the car, and finally, Jiu Yin arrived late. She wanted to scold her a few words, but then she remembered that she only said noon time and didn't specify what time, so she swallowed back the rebuking words that were on the tip of her tongue.

  Handing her the tray, he reminded her: "From now on, arrive half an hour earlier."

  Jiuyin nodded and boarded the car with a tray in her hands.

  The carriage of Feng Chenye was bigger than the one where she and Qingcheng lived, inside there were not only beds but also a low table.

  Feng Chenye sat behind a low table, looking at something like a book.

  This was the first time they had seen each other since serving him last night, and now that they saw each other, Jiuyin couldn't help but think of those scenes in the river last night. As soon as she thought about it, her face turned red, and after turning red, her complexion became somewhat pale.

  After returning, he had changed into a casual robe, with his collar half open and a lazy posture.

  Unlike the quiet and dust-free city, he has a clear and cold charm that is evil and fascinating. He sits there, even if he doesn't speak, you can still feel an aura similar to that of a demon from him.

  Jiuyin looked at him, her small hands holding the tray trembling slightly.

  After taking a deep breath, Jiuyin held the food in his hands and half-knelt down, moving step by step to Fengchenye's side.

  Just like a real female slave serving her master.

  But in fact, it was because of being on a horse-drawn carriage that they had no choice but to do so.

  She put down the tray, placed the two plates of roasted meat and a bottle of fine wine on the low table, picked up the jade cup to pour him a cup of fine wine, handed it to him with both hands, and said softly: "Your Highness, please have a meal."

  Feng Chenye's gaze finally moved away from the book and fell on her face.

  A face without a speck of makeup, plain and natural, yet more beautiful than any carefully made-up woman.

  He didn't take the wine glass, instead his large palm reached out and stroked her face, his fingertips gently brushing against her cheek.

  Jiu Yin's heart skipped a beat, but on the surface, he still maintained a humble and submissive demeanor: "Your Highness, the dishes have gone cold."

  "Do you still know that dishes will get cold?" Intentionally delayed, did he really think he didn't know?

  If he hadn't specified this morning that she should serve him, Qingyi would have already sent up the meal.

  Qing Yi waited outside the carriage for more than half a watch before she arrived.

  Long fingers landed on her chin, and suddenly the five fingers tightened. Jiuyin couldn't help but frown slightly, and her chin was pinched very painfully.

  She didn't know why he wanted her to serve him, obviously, there was no lack of people serving him by his side.

  Feng Chen didn't know either.

  It was just at dawn when I heard her laughter, and my heart began to feel a little unhappy.

  He wanted Zhan Qingcheng to come here and suffer, but she dared to let Zhan Qingcheng live so comfortably and happily!

  Obviously feeling his displeasure, Jiu Yin simply didn't speak, staring at him with a pair of bright and clear eyes.

  A person under another's roof must lower their head; endure for a moment and the wind will be calm, this principle she had learned since childhood.

  "Prince Wang, the dishes are really cold." Seeing that he was only pinching his own chin and didn't speak for a long time, Jiuyin said again.

  He pressed his thin lips together and stared at her for a while before suddenly letting go.

  He took the cup from her hand, took a sip, and put it back in front of her, saying lightly: "I've had some."

  Jiuyin lowered her eyes to the wine cup, picked it up with both hands, and after a moment of silence, she raised her watery eyes to look at him, her face uneasy: "Wangye, I...I don't know how to drink."

  Really?

  Feng Chen's eyes flashed with a sudden interest, and he placed the wine bottle in front of her, saying in a low voice: "Finish it before I finish my meal."

  Jiuyin's face turned pale, and she knelt down in front of the low table, holding up her wine cup with both hands, her head bowed low, and her small hands trembling constantly.

  Feng Chenye was finally willing to eat, and while eating, he couldn't help but appreciate her desolate appearance.

  All that was seen was this little woman holding up her wine cup and bringing it close to her thin lips, but after just taking a small sip, she was choked by the wine fumes and suddenly started coughing violently.

  She raised an eyebrow and stole a glance at him, seeing that he was staring at her. She didn't dare to slow down, and forced herself to swallow the liquid in her cup.

  Sipping slowly, with a bitter expression.

  Feng Chenye discovered that his appetite was particularly good today, and the two plates of roasted meat had been swept clean without him realizing it. All his attention was on Jiu Yin, seeing this little slave girl suffer actually made his mood more pleasant.

  She finished the cup and then slowly picked up the wine bottle, swallowing mouthful after mouthful. The liquor burned her eyes, but she didn't dare disobey his orders. Finally, she raised her hazy eyes to look at Feng Chen Ye, saying sorrowfully:

  "Your Highness, I... I'm in pain."

  "Drink up." It's supposed to be uncomfortable for her; he wants her to feel uncomfortable, to make her feel like she's going to collapse.

  Those cheerful voices and laughter made him feel even more piercing in his ears.

  Jiuyin was intimidated by his cold gaze and couldn't help but tremble all over, so she had to grit her teeth and continue drinking, one mouthful after another, repeating the process.

  Later on, Feng Chen Ye got a bit impatient with the woman's slow movements and dazed eyes, so he hurried her off the carriage and reopened his book.

  Jiuyin got off the carriage and handed the tray back to Qingyi, then walked towards her own carriage with a floating gait.

  Until I walked far enough, the painful expressions on my face suddenly disappeared, and there was still a faint smile at the corner of my lips.

  Thinking that a bottle of wine can make her suffer, it's simply ridiculous. She didn't even think about what she used to do in the entertainment industry. If she couldn't even handle her liquor well, she would probably be taken advantage of by those superiors and bosses as soon as she debuted.

  She figured it out. Feng Chenye was intentionally picking on her. When he wasn't in a good mood, he couldn't take it out on Jing City, so he took it out on her instead.

  "Scoundrel!" She stretched out her small foot and kicked the small pebbles in front of her, "You dead scoundrel, just you wait and see when I'll add some spice to make you lie on your bed for three days and nights without being able to get up! Look at you preening! Big scoundrel! Dead lecher!"

  It's as if the pebbles in front of me were Wind Xuan Ye, kicking them far away with one foot, watching them draw a perfect arc in mid-air, and finally falling to the ground in the distance, just like seeing Wind Xuan Ye being kicked flying by her, feeling very good.

  She slightly raised the corner of her mouth, shook her long hair, and hummed a pleasant tune as she walked back to her own carriage.

  In the distance behind her, a figure in dark clothes stood still against the wind, watching her light footsteps, a pair of cold and stern eyes flashing with a hint of danger.

  If he hadn't gotten off the bus at just the right moment to take a look around the cliff edge, he wouldn't have been able to see such a wonderful scene!

  Can't drink? Okay, okay then.

  A mere little slave girl, she actually dares to play tricks on him as if he were a fool! Her nerve isn't small.

  Until he saw her climb onto the horse carriage and return to Zhen Cheng's side, Feng Chen Ye didn't move a step towards the cliff.

  Qing Yi followed closely behind him, watching his unpredictable face, and didn't dare to breathe a word.

  Just now, the two of them were struggling in the car, he was listening outside without missing a word, and knew that Jiu Yin had deceived him. This time, he will be caught by Wang Ye, and later, it's likely to end badly.

  However, the king did not order her punishment on the spot, which was beyond his expectation.

  The king will never give a second chance to those who make mistakes...

  "When can we set off?" asked Feng Chenye who was walking ahead.

  "Return... Return to the prince, just one more hour will do." The green-clad servant unconsciously wiped away the sweat on his forehead, hastily collected his thoughts and hurried after him.

  ……

  One hour later, the eighteen riders completed their mission as scheduled.

  The broken bridge was repaired and the convoy passed over it, soon arriving at the mountain head on the opposite side.

  While walking on the cliff, Jiuyin opened the car curtain to look outside, and as soon as she looked out, she was frightened and closed her eyes, hiding back into Zhanqingshen's arms.

  Below is an abyss of thousands of feet, which cannot be seen at a glance. At first, looking at the eighteen riders hanging on the broken bridge, I didn't feel anything was wrong. Now that I've personally experienced it, I know what danger and fear are.

  The wooden bridge is very narrow, barely enough for a horse cart to pass through. If the horse missteps even once, it will absolutely fall off the cliff with both the person and the cart, smashing everything into pieces.

  It's okay, there were surprises but no danger along the way.