That cut was very small. If one didn’t look carefully, it couldn’t be seen clearly at all.

However, based on Ji Yinshu’s years of experience, this cut shouldn’t have been made long ago, and when it was made, quite a bit of blood must have flowed.

But at this moment, Ji Wanxin had already withdrawn her hand into her sleeve.

“Yinshu, don’t worry. It’s fine. I’ll leave now.”

Having said this, she turned and quickly left!

Ji Yinshu stood frozen in place for quite a while, a terrifying thought rushing through her mind.

But in an instant, she felt she might be overthinking it.

She shook her head: “How could that be possible?”

Yes, how could it be possible?

How could Ji Wanxin push Ji Muqing and indirectly cause Miss Liang’s death!

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

She lifted her foot and left the room. The thoughts in her heart were instantly swept away by the courtyard full of red lanterns.

All kinds of lanterns hung in the courtyard, thoroughly red and thoroughly dazzling.

Involuntarily, the corners of her mouth curved into a sweet yet bitter smile.

Until—

Jingrong’s figure once again rushed into her line of sight.

She instinctively retreated several steps, wanting to turn back into the room, but Jingrong’s speed was extremely fast. He stopped her, one hand pressed against the door frame.

Looking down at this woman who was a head shorter than himself.

With a wicked smile: “Why are you running? Late at night—afraid I’ll eat you?”

“A little.” An honest answer.

“Little thing!”

Oh my, brother, did you transmigrate here too?

Ji Yinshu raised her brows and glanced at him, saying: “I still have things to do. You should go rest first.”

“It’s already so late. You should rest too.”

“I…”

Before she could finish speaking, Jingrong scooped her up in his arms.

Ah—

A tingling, tightening sensation rushed through her heart, immediately startling Yinshu into disorientation.

“Put me down.”

“Won’t!”

So she was tossed onto the bed. Her back had just touched the soft, comfortable blanket when Jingrong pressed down on her from above.

And said: “What to do? Just now, after leaving for a little while, this prince regretted it. I don’t want to wait until the wedding night. How about tonight…”

“No!”

Ji Yinshu tightly clutched the bundle of clothing at her chest, saying nervously: “You… you can’t do this.”

“Why not?”

Her mouth opened and closed, finally squeezing out a few words: “Too… too fast!”

Pfft—

Jingrong laughed.

Looking at the woman he had pressed beneath him, he truly didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, yet couldn’t let go.

Frowning: “Fast? Do you know that before princes take wives, the two usually don’t even see each other’s faces? But you and I, from Jinjiang to here, have been together day and night for two or three months. Is that fast?”

Yinshu, oh Yinshu, this prince finds it extremely slow. My heart is nearly burning from waiting.

Who’s been together with you day and night!

Ji Yinshu bit her teeth. Her eyes showed both shyness and fierce glaring at him: “If you continue like this, I’ll make you kneel on a washboard!”

“What?”

What’s a washboard?

Jingrong was utterly confused.

Ji Yinshu continued: “If you don’t like the washboard, that’s fine. A keyboard works too, or a remote control, but no changing channels.”

“Huh?”

Completely bewildering Jingrong. He didn’t understand those professional autopsy terms she used, but how could kneeling on something be so particular?

“Woman, you’re too mischievous. This prince has knelt before Father Emperor, knelt before Bodhisattva, but never knelt before those people you mentioned. Who are they? To make this prince kneel before them—could they be Buddhas like Guanyin who sends children? If so, this prince will go kneel right now.”

Kneel your sister!

The corners of Ji Yinshu’s eyes and mouth twitched together.

So embarrassing!

Indeed, communicating with ancient people was difficult, but also quite fun.

So Ji Yinshu couldn’t help but laugh again.

And that lowered gaze with a suppressed smile, falling in Jingrong’s line of sight, was so beautifully captivating.

Like the warmest sunlight of spring days, also like a blooming pink peach blossom, without a speck of dust.

“Yinshu.”

He suddenly called out affectionately.

The smile at the corners of Ji Yinshu’s lips also gradually disappeared with that call. When she met Jingrong’s earnest and burning gaze, the last bit of defense remaining in her heart collapsed.

Jingrong’s handsome face so close at hand seemed carved by a knife to perfection. Between those warm, deep brows carried a man’s intimidating and domineering sense of strength.

At this moment, his brow slightly furrowed, carrying a melancholic expression.

His slender fingers slid once more toward Ji Yinshu’s cheek, looking at Ji Yinshu’s bright, clear eyes.

He said: “Yinshu, I hope in this lifetime I can hold your hand and grow old together with you. This prince also vows to you that in the future, no matter what happens, no matter who—even if the road ahead is full of difficulties and dangers—nothing can separate you and me. This vow remains unchanging through all lifetimes.”

Ji Yinshu’s eyes reddened. Tears also, after he finished speaking these words, fell from the corners of her eyes onto his fingers.

The emotion in her heart—how could it be measured?

The corners of her mouth once more overflowed with a smile, crying like pear blossoms in the rain.

After a long while, she nodded.

Jingrong then embraced her from behind, removing the crown clasp from her head. Her pinned-up hair also fell loose, cascading over the pillow and Jingrong’s arm.

That night, the two merely undressed and slept together in bed.

Ji Yinshu had never slept so soundly.

The next day when she woke, she turned on her side. Jingrong was actually still sleeping, and the hands holding her had never loosened.

Light from outside shone through the window, happening to fall on Jingrong’s profile.

She reached out her hand toward Jingrong’s long lashes, lightly touching them, then guiltily withdrew. Before her hands could fully retract, Jingrong caught them.

He opened his eyes, turning to look at the flustered Ji Yinshu, curving his thin, cool lips in a mischievous smile.

“Little enchantress, causing trouble so early in the morning.”

“Am not!”

She was immediately teased until her face flushed red.

Throwing off the blanket, she quickly got down from the bed. In her plain robe, with her long hair over her shoulders, accompanying the arc of her movements, it flew up.

Just against the side light!

That woman was simply beautiful beyond compare!

Jingrong was utterly mesmerized, dazed for a long while.

Ji Yinshu straightened her slightly disheveled clothing, then took the silver clasp from the side and pinned up her hair.

Then she turned around dashingly and tossed out a line: “Get up quickly. You should leave.”

Oh my, the roles have somewhat reversed!

Isn’t this the line the cold, proud male lead should say in romance novels?

But Jingrong stretched lazily, hands folded behind his head, legs crossed.

A languid appearance.

Calling out to Ji Yinshu who was walking toward the door: “Such a beautiful morning—this prince really doesn’t want to get up.”

So leisurely!

Ji Yinshu turned back and gave him a light, indifferent glance.

Then sleep!

Sleep well!

So she tossed out a line: “Actually, pigs are the same way!”

By nature, pigs are most restless in the morning, yet most lazy!