Her voice was piercing. Er Gouzi on the first floor was disturbed and stuck his head out to curse: “In life be a beauty, in death soak with handsome men, still thinking of bras—you’re really a fool!”

“Recite more of your crooked poetry and I’ll send a cat to keep you company!” After cursing at Er Gouzi, Jing Hengbo lay on the ground and forcefully waved one hand. “Negative points, get out!”

“Bang.” A flower pot on the second floor crashed down, hitting the escaping Yelu Qi right on the head…

“Ouch!” A miserable scream as the gloriously wounded Yelu Qi gained another hole in his head…

Jing Hengbo had her great revenge, chuckled, and looked down at Gong Yin. “Hey, get up!”

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to get up, nor that she didn’t want to inflict loving punishment on Gong Yin. The main thing was that the stomp had nearly knocked half her soul away, and using telekinesis had exhausted her last bit of energy. She had no strength now.

Originally she thought Gong Yin would definitely push her away in the shortest time possible with the fastest speed, but strangely, he still hadn’t moved until now.

His eyes were slightly closed, looking like he was about to fall asleep.

Hey hey, was there such a way to take advantage?

Could you take advantage like this?

If you’re taking advantage like this, then naturally I should… take advantage back.

Can’t beat him up, so pinching will do.

Jing Hengbo looked down to admire Gong Yin. Oh my, this was the first time appreciating Master Gong so closely. Up close, she discovered this guy’s skin was really good—she couldn’t even see his pores. Was it necessary for a man to have such good skin?

Lying on him, she sniffed his scent. It smelled very good, a fragrance that was hard to describe. It didn’t seem like the result of herbs and plants, but rather like a natural body fragrance—a bit cool, a bit ethereal, a bit mysterious, making one feel comfortable, as if wrapped in arctic seawater carrying snow, with cheeks brushing against pearls that had absorbed the essence of heaven and earth.

She extended her finger to forcefully poke his chest. You ruined my bra, receive my Nine Yin White Bone Claw. I’ll claw, I’ll claw, I’ll claw claw claw.

Through the clothing, she could still feel the elasticity and strength of his muscles. Though he was on the lean side, he wasn’t a weak man—the standard “looks thin clothed, has muscle unclothed, appears delicate from afar, satisfying to touch” type…

Just as Jing Hengbo was fantasizing with delight, her wolf claws grabbing wildly, suddenly Gong Yin’s whole body shook and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Puff.” The purplish blood landed right on her chest, on the already-holed bra…

Jing Hengbo could no longer react.

She stared blankly at her own finger—had she activated some golden finger ability? Had she accidentally unblocked his meridians just now?

Looking down to see her currently only bra suffering further damage, she let out another miserable scream.

“Gong Yin! Do you have a grudge against my bra!”

…

Gong Yin’s answer was a “whoosh.”

The devastatingly beautiful Miss Jing finally got her wish and was back hanging on the bed.

Gong Yin stood up, glanced at her. After he was injured just now, he had instantly held his breath. Jing Hengbo’s random poking had indeed coincidentally unblocked his qi sea.

Of course he wouldn’t thank her for it.

The pearl at his collar was a bit crooked. He reached up to adjust it, and looking down discovered his entire chest area was wrinkled, as if someone had vigorously kneaded it. He frowned slightly—what had she been doing just now?

Looking at the expression on her face, he decided not to ask. So lewd, it certainly wasn’t anything good.

She lay on the bed with legs crossed, her curves rising and falling without needing to change even a fraction—a naturally wonderful figure. Though she had grabbed the bed sheet to cover her upper body, he could vaguely see a deep red color, somehow familiar.

What was that thing? In that glimpse, it seemed like undergarments but more delicate than undergarments. She treasured it so much, it was probably some kind of intimate item again. What had she been shouting about? “Not letting?” It was clearly “definitely letting,” wasn’t it?

Where his gaze fell, landing on his chest, he suddenly felt his palms burning, as if the warm, soft sensation from a moment ago had returned, burning so hot his heart seemed to skip a beat. He quickly changed the subject.

“Who was that just now?”

“An assassin.” Jing Hengbo smiled flirtatiously, casting seductive glances. “If I hadn’t pounced to protect you, you would have been stomped to death long ago. Won’t you thank me for protecting you with my body? Don’t you want to pledge yourself to me in return?”

“I can.” Gong Yin stood up, saying to the suddenly gaping Jing Hengbo with a completely calm expression, “Meet a few requirements and I’ll allow you to pledge yourself to me. No not wearing pants under your skirt, no wearing high shoes, no wearing transparent stockings, no wearing bright tight clothing, no makeup, no looking in mirrors, no exposing any skin other than your hands, no making any strange movements, no talking to strangers, no not speaking nicely to me… I don’t want to say so much. If you really want to marry me, I’ll have officials give you a related handbook to memorize later. Until you’ve memorized it and can follow it, you’re not allowed to casually propose to me. Otherwise, every time I hear it, I’ll destroy one of your strange items.”

“You go…” Jing Hengbo hadn’t managed to get the word “die” out when Gong Yin leisurely turned back at the doorway again.

“Also, no casually casting seductive glances.”

Jing Hengbo immediately cast a seductive glance. “Hehe, can’t handle it, right?”

Gong Yin’s gaze swept across Jing Hengbo’s face as if looking at wood. “When you cast seductive glances, your left eye moves up half an inch, your right eye moves down half an inch, seven facial muscles shift causing your mouth to tilt askew. I’m always a bit worried you’ll have a stroke instantly.”

“…Go die!”

…

“No high heels, no stockings, no tight clothing, no makeup, no mirrors, no casually proposing to him… Bah! Who does he think he is? Even if you threw yourself at me for free, I’d find you too boring!” Jing Hengbo vigorously scrubbed her bra in the basin, muttering curses while adding more soap nuts.

Jing Jun helped beside her, saying, “Be gentler, careful not to wash the garment to pieces.”

Jing Hengbo pulled the dripping precious undergarment from the basin, looked at it for a long while, then dejectedly threw it back in. “Damn it, it won’t come out at all!”

The deep red black lace-trimmed gold-beaded Diana bra had one small hole on each side, but the key issue was in the center of the bra—there was now a light red stain that wouldn’t wash out no matter what.

“Gong Yin!” She looked up and shouted toward the second floor. “Get down here and wash my bra!”

Naturally no one paid attention to her.

Jing Jun leaned over to carefully examine the stain, saying, “This shape is actually quite nice, like a hibiscus flower. How about I embroider a flower following this stain later?”

Jing Hengbo’s eyes lit up. Looking carefully, she thought it was feasible, though thinking this was a bloodstain left by Gong Yin felt a bit strange. But who told her she only had this one set of modern underwear left, making each piece incredibly precious?

She couldn’t stand the loose, saggy tied belly bands that Jing Jun and the others used—they would droop!

“Then I’ll trouble you with it.” She beamed as she stuffed the dripping bra to Jing Jun.

Jing Jun took it, her gaze falling on that stain. She seemed to want to ask something, but pressed her lips together, hesitating to speak.

Cui Jie came from around the corner, saw the two of them and stopped, calling from afar: “Pack up, we’re moving out.”

Jing Hengbo glanced at her and lazily got up to pack.

Gong Yin had traded the ox cart in the city, adding two more horse carriages. Jing Hengbo and little maid Yong Xue rode in one, Cui Jie and Jing Jun in another. Jing Hengbo hadn’t slept well last night and fell fast asleep as soon as she got in the carriage.

In her carriage, Jing Jun used her medicine stove to slowly dry Jing Hengbo’s bra, then took needle and thread to begin embroidering.

She embroidered very carefully, as if facing her own treasured possession, her fingers occasionally stroking tenderly across that patch of light red stain.

Sometimes when she was tired, she would look up, moistening the needle tip in her black hair, her gaze intentionally or unintentionally falling on Gong Yin’s carriage at the front.

Her gaze was very calm, yet very intense, like cotton thread with unbreakable resilient continuity.

…

Traveling north all the way, gradually entering sparsely populated territory, getting closer and closer to Dahuang.

The group had various expressions. Gong Yin was forever lofty and calm, the guards had excitement about going home, Cui Jie and Yong Xue had confusion about their unknown future fate, and Jing Jun was always sickly, showing no joy or anger.

Jing Hengbo was a bit irritated.

Her irritation manifested in constantly lifting the carriage curtain. Ahead was clearly just gray mountains, which she had looked at seven times since morning.

Her gaze swept over those guards again and again—constantly encountering enemies, constantly repelling enemies. Now most people in the group were injured, everyone looking very tired, bringing to mind the phrase “spent arrow at the end of its flight.”

Now if someone attacked with full force, perhaps this group that had barely been maintaining itself would be instantly penetrated like silk gauze.

Near dusk, the sky darkened quickly. Jing Hengbo saw Gong Yin emerge from his carriage. On the open wilderness with no shelter, wind billowed his robes, and beneath his black hair were a pair of deep, bright black eyes.

Jing Hengbo’s gaze swept across his collar. The weather was already somewhat hot, but his collar remained tightly fastened, the pale golden pearl flowing in the evening light.

Gong Yin looked at the sky that threatened rain and made a gesture to the group.

The well-trained guards arranged the carriages in a circle, with another circle outside.

Storms on the wilderness often came quickly, and because there was no shelter on all sides, they were particularly fierce. In such an environment, if they encountered an ambush again, it would be adding frost to snow.

Fortunately the area was open on all sides—approaching people could be seen at a glance, making ambush and assassination unlikely.

Jing Hengbo’s carriage was surrounded in the very center, ostensibly to avoid wind and rain, but essentially under the strictest guard.

The wind grew stronger, tearing at the long grass on all sides until it broke and flew about. Under the heavy black clouds, a large area of dark yellow withered grass and various dust and debris floated and howled. Between heaven and earth was a hazy gray-yellow color where you couldn’t see people clearly across the way.

Jing Hengbo’s breathing was a bit rapid, her gaze burning bright.