Song Yihuan let out a startled cry at the sudden turn of events. When she came to her senses, she found herself face - to - face with Ji Lingchuan, straddled and pinned on his lap!
The man's hand tightly grasped her waist, and the scalding heat of his palm seeped through her clothes, making her heart flutter involuntarily.
This position was extremely dangerous for Song Yihuan. She was almost completely exposed to the man who made her feel so conflicted.
She could even clearly feel his ardor and the changes in him. Even without a word, she knew what he wanted.
"Your Highness..."
Song Yihuan placed her hands on the man's shoulders and gently wriggled, trying to get off him.
But with just one move, the man tightened his grip, making it even harder for her to move.
"Don't say a word," she heard the man's hoarse voice in the darkness.
"I don't want to hear you talk."
Since he had said so, Song Yihuan had no choice but to close her lips and fall silent.
The man loosened his grip. The hand that was holding her waist now supported the small of her back. He pushed her forward forcefully and embraced her fully.
Song Yihuan leaned quietly in his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist, a bit dazed.
Wasn't it said that he was drunk and needed someone to take care of him?
But she didn't smell much alcohol on him, and his actions didn't seem like those of a drunk man.
Instead, he was like... like the panther in her dream, ready to pounce on its prey.
A tingle ran down her neck. Song Yihuan instinctively dodged, but in doing so, she exposed more of her skin.
The man buried his face in her neck and sniffed the faint apricot blossom fragrance that had accompanied him for years, as if in a daze.
His hot breath hit her neck, making the woman in his arms tremble slightly. They had been intimate with each other several times and were very familiar with one another. He couldn't resist the fragrance on her body and her soft waist.
And she couldn't resist his gentle caresses and hugs either. She was almost melting in his arms.
Since he wouldn't let her talk, she could only gently tug at his sleeve and let out a soft whimper like a kitten.
Unable to control the long - suppressed desire any longer, his kisses rained down. The man lingered behind her ear and on the side of her neck. A continuous, unbearable tingling sensation spread through her body. He left his unique mark on her body, as if proclaiming to the world that she was his possession.
Song Yihuan's hands were originally propped on his shoulders, but gradually, her hands wrapped around his neck, and she leaned towards him, inviting him in a way that seemed both hesitant and eager.
However, apart from leaving marks on her body, the man didn't take any further actions. Although the raging fire in his body was almost burning him to ashes, he endured it so hard that he was almost going crazy. He wanted to break through the barriers brought by their identities and claim her completely.
But he still retained a shred of clarity and tried his best to restrain himself.
Even so, Song Yihuan didn't fare well in his arms. Sobbing and sweating all over, she was so exhausted that she fell asleep on the man's body.
Ji Lingchuan held her and lay on the couch. His fingers reached upwards. Just as they were about to touch her face, he stopped. Instead, he hugged her tighter, buried his face in her body, closed his eyes, and continued to fight against the surging desire in his body.
The hunting ground on the grassland was vast and empty. After everyone in the camp had gone to rest, the world was completely silent. Everyone had gone to sleep in preparation for the official autumn hunt the next day.
However, in one of the tents, Song Nanxin just couldn't fall asleep.
Fu Ling had drunk the spiked tea and was lying unconscious on the small couch inside.
Standing in front of Song Nanxin was Cui Muyuan, disguised as "Bai Shao".
"Didn't you say it would be foolproof and that little bitch wouldn't escape? But not only was she unharmed today, she also stole the show at the banquet!" Song Nanxin gritted her teeth and said.
Cui Muyuan knelt on the ground, massaging her legs. With his head down, he said, "I don't know what's going on either. Maybe after I put the drugged wine there, someone removed it and replaced it with a new one."
Song Nanxin looked annoyed. "More and more people are noticing her now. She knows too many of our secrets. She must not be left alive. Next time, don't let this happen again!"
"Your Ladyship, please rest assured. I'm already prepared. She's just a substitute. With me around, I'm not afraid of not finding a obedient one."
Song Nanxin rolled her eyes and hooked him with her toe. "That little bitch probably won't come back tonight. You can stay and accompany me. The one - month period is up..."
Cui Muyuan got up and leaned towards her. "I obey your order."
Soon, there was a rustling sound. The two people indulging in their passion didn't notice at all that Fu Ling, who was supposed to be unconscious, was pale - faced, her body trembling slightly, and her fists tightly clenched.
...
Song Yihuan didn't wake up until the next day. When she opened her eyes, she found that she wasn't in her familiar tent. Everything in front of her was very strange. She was so startled that she sat up from the bed.
Remembering what had happened last night, the first thing she did was to reach up and touch her face. The skin felt a bit strange to the touch, and only then did she feel relieved.
The disguise on her face was still there, and it hadn't been more than six hours.
She was the only one in the tent. Ji Lingchuan was already gone. Presumably, he had gone out on patrol.
As if hearing the movement inside, Fu Zhou's voice came from outside. "Is the Princess awake? My Lord has given orders that I should wait outside. If the Princess is awake, please have breakfast before going back."
Song Yihuan composed herself, responded to the outside, got up, and freshened up a bit. Sure enough, someone brought in the breakfast.
Ji Lingchuan had prepared several dishes for Song Yihuan, including the cherry pudding from the capital, the butter cake from Xingzhou, and the lightest white rice porridge. It was obvious that he had put a lot of thought into it.
Song Yihuan had no appetite. She picked the cherry pudding and sat in the tent, eating it in small mouthfuls.
The cherry pudding from the capital was sweet and melted in the mouth. It was extremely popular in the capital. The taste on her tongue was as sweet as honey, but a dense, stabbing pain welled up in Song Yihuan's heart.
Because she knew that all these thoughtful preparations were not for her, but for her elder sister.
She had known for a long time that although Ji Lingchuan was cold - tempered and taciturn, he always fulfilled his responsibilities as a husband to his wife.
...
In the main tent, Ji Lingchuan and Ji Zihuan were sitting face to face. Ji Lingchuan's face was icy cold, and there was a hint of hostility between his eyebrows. To fight against the evil fire in his body, he had endured a whole night. As soon as dawn broke, he came to the main tent to settle the score with Ji Zihuan.
Seeing Ji Lingchuan's expression, Ji Zihuan couldn't help but laugh.
"Cousin, why are you looking at me like that?"
"What was going on with the wine last night?"