Touching her… Had the situation been any different, Feng Jiu’er would certainly have blushed scarlet at those words.

Being verbally taken advantage of by the Ninth Imperial Uncle, that incomparably beautiful man… But alas — one look at the circumstances! There was a person on the verge of death right here!

Still, in ancient times, where the boundary between men and women was guarded so strictly and contact between unmarried men and women so utterly prohibited, how could the Ninth Imperial Uncle ever be willing to touch a young woman’s… that particular location!

If no one else would help, she would help herself! While continuing to press down on the young woman’s chest, Feng Jiu’er simultaneously gave her… mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!

The instant the lips of two young women met, Zhan Qingcheng’s breath faltered, and in a single stride he crossed the distance and pulled Feng Jiu’er back into his arms.

“Outrageous!” This girl — how could she do that to someone else?

Even if the other party was a young woman, it still would not do!

“Ninth Imperial Uncle, what are you doing?” Feng Jiu’er struggled but could not break free. Still held within his arms, she could only make do with what she had — leaning her upper body out, and continuing to apply compressions on the young woman.

“You are not permitted to be close with anyone else! This Prince commands it!”

“We can discuss that later.” Feng Jiu’er was visibly impatient, but even though her resuscitation movements were less fluid than before, she did not stop.

Finally, a faint breath returned to the young woman. Feng Jiu’er was flooded with elation — and immediately moved to give her mouth-to-mouth again.

Just as her lips were about to meet the young woman’s lips, the man behind her suddenly pulled her back once more.

“Ninth Imperial Uncle — you—!” Feng Jiu’er’s clear, luminous eyes went wide. In disbelief, she watched the breathtakingly handsome face in her line of sight grow larger and larger!

Her head was gripped firmly in his hands. Her body was imprisoned in his arms.

And her lips… oh, oh, oh, oh! They had been captured by his thin lips!

He kissed her… the Ninth Imperial Uncle had kissed her!

Every one of Feng Jiu’er’s senses vanished entirely. In that moment, it was as though only two things remained in all the world — two thin lips, and sensation itself.

And all of that sensation was nothing but… the warmth of his lips, the light, sweet fragrance of him, the sudden, overwhelming rush of his presence surrounding her!

In truth, it was not a complete kiss at all. It was only lips resting against lips — and he was like a mischievous child, blowing a soft breath against her mouth.

Just like… the mouth-to-mouth resuscitation she had just performed on that young woman…

Was the Ninth Imperial Uncle trying to learn how to give artificial respiration to someone? Did he find it amusing?

The moment that thought struck her, Feng Jiu’er’s brow immediately sprouted a cluster of exasperated lines. The consciousness that had just a moment ago been drowning in helpless surrender snapped back to full clarity at once.

“Mmph, mmph…” That wicked Ninth Imperial Uncle! He had actually taken advantage of her!

Feng Jiu’er’s hands clutched the front of the Ninth Imperial Uncle’s robes and pushed with all her strength, trying to shove him away — when suddenly, a scream erupted from the young woman: “You — the two of you — pfft!”

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from the lips of the young woman who had just regained consciousness, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she fell into unconsciousness for the second time.

Feng Jiu’er shoved the Ninth Imperial Uncle — who had sunk into some kind of reverie — aside, and threw herself immediately into even more vigorous resuscitation efforts on the twice-fainted young woman.

As for the Ninth Imperial Uncle, he simply watched the little girl bustling about before him, his gaze drifting downward to settle on her chest.

What this girl had just done to that other young woman — he now felt a nameless, inexplicable impulse to do the same thing to her.

The sensation was peculiar. In all his more than twenty years of life, he had never once attempted such a thing.

So it turned out that when one tasted a young woman’s soft lips, the experience was this pleasurable.

Kissing her lips, while simultaneously pressing down on her chest… he wondered what that would feel like? The Ninth Imperial Uncle was a man of action. With no particular concern for whether the young woman lying collapsed on the carriage floor could be saved or not, that hand of his — beautiful enough to make women envious yet desperately covetous — had already extended toward the busy little girl like a predator’s claw reaching out…