Chapter 3: Tonight is Destined to be Unsettled

At this moment, Princess Qing'an was receiving treatment from a female physician.

After being thrown and beaten by Lin Qingyue like that, her arm was broken, yet her brother had gone into her room. She didn't know if they had consummated the marriage.

Thinking of a man as noble as the scorching sun like her brother having to be paired with an uneducated wild girl, she felt her teeth itch with hatred.

"Why is Lin Qingyue qualified to be the Jin Princess Consort, why is she snatching my brother? Lin Qingyue is not worthy, Lin Ruzhen is not worthy, none of you are worthy—ah! You dog slave, are you trying to hurt this Princess to death?"

The physician setting her bone trembled all over, hurriedly kneeling to plead guilty: "Junzhu, please forgive me, your arm is dislocated, it must be set correctly, otherwise the bone will grow crooked, which will affect the flexibility of the entire arm in the future."

Princess Qing'an snorted: "Then what's the point of talking, continue the treatment!"

Without being punished, the physician breathed a sigh of relief, kneeling there and carefully setting the bone.

Although she was as careful as possible, the heart-piercing pain still made the Junzhu scream repeatedly.

After finally setting the bone, the physician carefully gave instructions on precautions and was about to retire, but heard Princess Qing'an give a vicious order:

"It was just setting a bone, yet you dared to make this Junzhu suffer such great pain. I think there's no need for you to keep your hands. Someone, drag her out and cut off her hands!"

The physician's face turned pale. Before she could plead for mercy, her mouth was sealed, and she was dragged out.

The room full of maids was silent as cicadas in winter from beginning to end, having long been accustomed to the Junzhu's capricious behavior.

Punishing the physician still failed to calm Princess Qing'an's anger.

Thinking of the Jin Prince who used to cherish her now having a Princess Consort, she felt incomparably angry deep in her heart.

Especially thinking of Jin Wang staying at Lin Qingyue's place, not knowing if they would consummate the marriage, she felt even more restless.

It wasn't until the maid sent to inquire reported that Jin Wang had returned to his own residence and had not stayed at Qiushui Yuan.

She felt a little better, but soon worried again: that Lin Qingyue was used to playing tricks and would definitely seduce her brother in the future!

What if her brother couldn't hold back...

No, no!

Absolutely cannot let her brother be defiled by that kind of slut!

Just then, her trusted aide Chunmei, who had been sent out earlier, returned.

"Junzhu, the servant has already brought the beggar back to the mansion, should I send him to Qiushui Yuan now?"

It was late at night, and there were no people on the streets outside, so Chunmei had finally found a beggar and returned a bit late.

Princess Qing'an grabbed a cup and smashed it: "Stupid, what's the use of bringing him back now? Besides, that slut didn't die at all. She was faking it earlier, and as soon as you left, she came back to life and almost harmed this Junzhu!"

If Lin Qingyue had really died at that time, it would have been a clean end for Princess Qing'an.

Chunmei lowered her head: "The servant will send him back immediately."

"Wait," Qing'an straightened her waist and laughed, "She's awake, then he can still be of use."

Qiushui Yuan.

Lin Qingyue bandaged her own wounds to prevent the head wound from continuing to bleed—Princess Qing'an was truly vicious, even beating the original owner before strangling her to death.

Then, she began to close her eyes and meditate to regulate her breath.

The original owner's body was very poor, having been malnourished for a long time since childhood and subjected to abuse while doing hard labor every day.

After regaining her identity, because her eating habits were poor and she ate a lot, even the servants mocked her.

So she didn't dare to eat much, only half-full every day, trying hard to learn the demeanor of a noble lady.

Under these circumstances, she was sallow and thin, and her complexion was extremely poor.

Fortunately, Immortal Lord Qingyue's soul power was powerful, and at this moment, this body gradually relaxed, and her complexion became a bit more rosy.

She originally wanted to draw Qi into her body to practice, but after meditating for a while, she found that the spiritual energy in this world seemed thin, and after tossing for a long time, she only absorbed a tiny bit of spiritual energy.

It seemed that if she wanted to practice, she had to find another way.

"Whoosh—" The wind blew.

The dead branches outside the window cast clawing shadows on the window lattice, and vaguely, a black shadow could be seen wandering under the tree outside the window.

It seemed to want to come in, but was afraid of the person in the room, and only low sobs could be heard intermittently.

Others couldn't see or hear it, but Lin Qingyue only glanced at it and saw what was outside the window.

"You want this Seat to help you?"

The resentful crying stopped, and the black phantom fixed on the window, actually a girl's silhouette.

"Heh, why should this Seat help you?"

Immortal Lord Qingyue was truly down and out now, even a ghost who died of injustice dared to come to her for help, truly bold!

The crying started again, as if complaining, making people feel annoyed.

"Do you really think this Seat is a kind person? Not helping, get lost!"

"Oh? So it has to do with Princess Qing'an, then this Seat is very happy to help. However, after it's done, I want half of your merit."

There are two shortcuts to cultivation, one is to swallow souls alive, borrow the power of the soul, and improve cultivation. This is an evil act.

The other is to accumulate merit and transform the power of merit into spiritual power. This is a good deed.

As for Immortal Lord Qingyue... in the first half of her life, she was the kindest female immortal in the Immortal Cultivation World, with countless merits, respected by people.

In the second half of her life, she fell into the demonic path, committed monstrous evil acts, and became a female demon monarch feared by everyone.

Therefore, she was proficient in both shortcuts to cultivation.

Not long after, the sound of small footsteps came from outside again.

Lin Qingyue frowned: "Again? It seems that the Wangfu is destined to be unsettled tonight."

Not long after, several sparks appeared at the window, burning through the silver-red gauze. Then several smoke bombs were thrown in, and the thin smoke instantly filled the room.

The door opened silently, and a stinking beggar was thrown in.

The beggar had been drugged with aphrodisiacs, and seeing a figure on the bed, he pounced like a hungry wolf.

Before he could get close, he suddenly heard a sharp shout: "Freeze!"

The beggar immediately froze and couldn't move.

"Just this little trick?" Lin Qingyue picked up the incense from the ground and stuffed it into the beggar's hand.

Then, her wrist flipped, and she quickly formed a puppet curse, and with a slap, pointed it into the beggar's consciousness.

"Get out."

The beggar walked step by step to the courtyard gate with a stiff body like a wooden puppet.

"Turn right."

The beggar's body turned, turning to the small path on the right—that was the direction of Princess Qing'an.

"No. Go left, left. Then go straight, keep going!"

Like a marionette, the beggar adjusted his direction according to Lin Qingyue's orders and kept walking forward.

A wicked smile curled on Lin Qingyue's lips—

Don't you all pride yourselves on being rare pearls of the world, noble beyond compare?

This Seat wants you to be covered in filth, to see what kind of rotten mud you are after stripping away the fake exterior!

Who is more noble than whom?

At this moment, Jin Wang Dongfang Yan dismissed everyone and was deep in thought alone in the bedroom.

Why did the Emperor insist on arranging this ridiculous marriage?

The Emperor couldn't possibly not know how bad Lin Qingyue's reputation was. Was it intentional?

Or did the Emperor feel that he had been making too many moves recently, and his intention to fight for the position was obvious? Was he deliberately knocking him down?

Or was it a test to see if he was submissive and obedient?

Did the other kings have a hand in it?

He pondered for a long time, until the night was deep, before pressing his aching temples and undressing to sleep.

Dongfang Yan didn't like having outsiders around, so there was no one on duty in the room when he went to sleep.

Although there were two guards standing outside the door, it was easy to get sleepy in the second half of the night.

The night wind blew with the incense, and the eyelids of the two guards sank, and they fell asleep.

In his dream, Dongfang Yan vaguely heard the door open, followed by curling blue smoke.

"No, it's incense!"

He turned over, but still accidentally inhaled a few wisps, and his body immediately became soft.

It must be said that the incense Princess Qing'an used was of excellent quality. Just inhaling a little could make people feel weak and powerless.

Dongfang Yan struggled, but couldn't climb up. He wanted to call for someone, but the sound he made was like the buzzing of mosquitoes.

At the same time, a black shadow slowly walked to the bedside.

"Who are you, daring to assassinate this King?" Dongfang Yan questioned with a mosquito-like voice, without any momentum.

The other party didn't answer, but inexplicably began to undress.

Undressing?

Dongfang Yan was stunned: What is he doing? How is he different from an ordinary assassin?

Before he could figure it out, the person suddenly lifted the quilt. Pounced on him and started moving his hands and feet.

Dongfang Yan's eyes were about to split, wanting to push the person away, but his hands and feet had no strength at all. He only smelled the person's sour and stinking body, as if he were a beggar!

A beggar who had been hungry for many years, controlled by aphrodisiacs, his mind was chaotic, and he couldn't tell whether the person under him was a man or a woman, just randomly tearing open his clothes, biting and touching.

Seeing that his pants were about to be torn off, Dongfang Yan's internal energy finally broke through and forced back the medicinal power.

As soon as his strength recovered, he kicked the person on him away.

The beggar fell to the ground, still shouting vaguely: "Beauty, beauty, kiss..."

"Clang!" The long sword was unsheathed, Dongfang Yan sealed the beggar's throat with one sword, and the beggar twitched a few times and died.

It was only then that the patrolling guards rushed in to check.

Then they saw the usually noble and pure Jin Wang, disheveled, with messy clothes, his hand holding the long sword trembling.

And on the ground lay a... assassin? who looked like a beggar?

No one dared to believe what had just happened, only Dongfang Yan knew clearly that he had almost lost his innocence.

Really just one step away!

Thinking of the scene just now, he felt so disgusted he wanted to vomit. His heart was like a mad beast, wanting to kill all those useless guards.

But reason told him that he couldn't be bloodthirsty, otherwise he would get a reputation for being cruel, which the Emperor would not like.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, before speaking coldly: "Investigate, who let this beggar in. Why didn't the patrolling guards notice, investigate for this King!"

The beggar was obviously drugged, not an assassin.

So who dared to humiliate him, Dongfang Yan, like this!

This night, Princess Qing'an slept very restlessly.

Vaguely, she could always hear the sound of "drip, drip," like rainwater leaking onto the floor.

Was the house leaking?

"Drip," another drop of water fell on her face, bone-chillingly cold.

She woke up with a start, only to find the doors and windows wide open, and the torrential rain pouring in, spreading water all over the floor.

The roof was still leaking, the luxurious cloud brocade curtains were soaked, and water kept dripping down.

There was more and more water, and in a moment, it rose to the height of the bed.

"Someone, come here! Chunmei, Dongxue, Qiuju, where have you all died!"

No one answered.

Although the surroundings were pitch black as ink, she could clearly see a head slowly rising from the water, wet hair sticking to the pale skin, water droplets dripping from the swollen cheeks...

"Ah!"

With a scream, she woke up with a start.

"Junzhu, what's wrong, did you have a nightmare?"

It wasn't until Dongxue, who was on night duty, asked softly that she realized everything just now was just a nightmare.

But the look in the eyes of that head in the dream when it looked at her was full of resentment, very terrifying.

It wasn't until the maid fed her a cup of water that her panting sound gradually calmed down.

"Slap!" She backhanded a slap on the maid's face, "This Junzhu called you just now, where did you all die? Why didn't you answer?"

Chunmei covered her red and swollen face and said aggrievedly: "The servant has been guarding the Junzhu, and didn't hear the Junzhu call us..."

Before she could finish, Princess Qing'an kicked her:

"Slut, still dare to talk back? Light all the lamps in the room, and don't sleep while on night duty."

"Yes."

Lying down again, Princess Qing'an tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

The eyebrows and eyes of that thing in the dream were vaguely familiar.

She remembered, it was her!

She broke into a cold sweat inexplicably, that person had been dead for so many years, why would she still dream of her?

It must be that there were too many things tonight, and she was a bit restless.

She turned over, just wanting to continue sleeping, but suddenly touched a wet long hair, slippery like a water snake.

She pulled her hand back like lightning, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the head from the dream lying on her bed, its pale pupils overflowing with resentment.

"Ah"

Princess Qing'an screamed, rolling and crawling off the bed.

Chunmei hurriedly went to help her.

She was so scared that she closed her eyes tightly, and it took a long time for her to say: "There is, there is something on the bed!"

But Chunmei couldn't see anything,

"Under the quilt, under the quilt!" Princess Qing'an was screaming.

Chunmei lifted the quilt, but still didn't find anything.

Princess Qing'an acted as if she had seen a ghost, shouting: "It's her, that slut, she won't be at peace even after death! Your life is bad, you deserve to die, don't blame me!"

Suddenly she stared viciously at Chunmei: "What did you hear?"

Chunmei was so scared that she hurriedly knelt down: "The servant didn't hear anything."

Princess Qing'an said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense about what happened tonight, otherwise this Junzhu will cut off your tongue!"

The sky began to brighten, and Princess Qing'an simply didn't sleep anymore, asking Chunmei to prepare her attire, preparing to go to the temple to pray in a while.

In a flash, she thought of the male beggar, he should have already consummated the good deed with Lin Qingyue, right?

Thinking that after today, everyone would know that Lin Qingyue was so hungry that she hooked up with a beggar. Princess Qing'an felt much more comfortable, and even the weird things from earlier were thrown to the back of her mind.

She wasn't worried about whether Jin Wang would find out the beggar's origin.

Even if he knew she was the one who brought him into the mansion, it didn't matter.

Over the years, Jin Wang had pampered Princess Qing'an to the sky. No matter what Princess Qing'an did, as long as she called out "Brother," he would unconditionally tolerate everything and solve all the trouble for her.

Remember when she first arrived in the capital last year, she took a fancy to a jade bracelet.

But the bracelet had already been bought by the daughter of the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, who refused to give it up.

Princess Qing'an, in a fit of anger, smashed the jade bracelet on the daughter's head, the broken jade cut across her cheek, directly ruining her face.

Princess Qing'an didn't think it was a big deal.

It wasn't until the matter was reported to the Emperor by the censor that she was a little panicked.

And Dongfang Yan only told her to keep a low profile in the future, without even scolding her.

Two days later, she heard that the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue was caught by Jin Wang for corruption, and the whole family was thrown into prison.

As for her injuring someone, it was left unsettled. ===== CHAPTER 4 =====