Chapter 382

"Hmm..." Heng Xian pretended to think, "Zhao Liying?"

The hands covering his eyes paused slightly, and the voice turned cold: "Who is Zhao Liying?"

Heng Xian laughed and said: "A woman who doesn't exist in this world!"

"Nonsense, guess again!" The voice relaxed.

"Jiang Xiaoyu?" Heng Xian asked hesitantly.

"You just saw her, she annoys you so much—do you think she would come cover your eyes?" The voice turned cold again.

"Could it be... Princess Taiping?" Heng Xian feigned surprise.

The hands over his eyes loosened; Ji Yaoyue, dressed in a light yellow palace maid's outfit, sat to one side, her long legs especially eye-catching, though her face now bore a hint of gloom: "You guessed right."

She was clearly unhappy.

Heng Xian shook his head and laughed: "This isn't my fault; your disguise technique is simply too good—whether it's your posture and movement or your tone change, it's like you've become a different person. This is practically the most perfect disguise technique I've ever seen!"

Ji Yaoyue finally smiled again: "Really? Or are you just coaxing me?"

"Absolutely!" Heng Xian picked up the exquisite palace cup on the table and poured two cups of tea, scanning Ji Yaoyue up and down, curious: "That Senior Su must be watching you, right? How did you get here?"

Ji Yaoyue chuckled: "Find a palace maid similar to me in build and appearance, attach a wonderful talisman, imitate me sitting behind the screen meditating, attended by my personal maids."

Then, while Senior Su was looking at the moon, I changed into a eunuch's garb, used wind-escape technique to slip into the rear courtyard, then disguised myself as a laundry maid, passed through the Grand Peach Garden, changed into a maid of the Eastern Manor, and strutted over here—how's that?

Seeing Ji Yaoyue's bright eyes and white teeth, her proud demeanor, Heng Xian immediately praised: "Your thoughts are meticulous, your plan thorough, far surpassing ordinary girls—admirable!"

"It's not as good as you say; I'm just used to their way of thinking and avoided them!" Ji Yaoyue smiled, then added: "I'm actually curious—where did Jia Gonggong go? This senior eunuch was the emperor's childhood playmate, quite shrewd; I thought of seven ways to deal with him, but none were needed!"

Heng Xian took a sip of tea: "Jia Gonggong is now naked, in the room with two fingers touching the ground, opening the seven apertures, jumping 36,000 times; he cannot stop, or his heart vessels will sever and his Golden Core Realm will collapse. Is his own life more important, or watching us important—he made a choice!"

Ji Yaoyue widened her eyes: "Why is he doing this?"

Heng Xian pointed at himself: "I made him do this; this old eunuch had bottlenecked in his yin cultivation and wanted to break through with yang, damaging his foundation!"

Ji Yaoyue thought for a moment, then asked curiously: "Jia Gonggong has been injuring his body through cultivation for over ten years—few people know this—how did you figure it out?"

Heng Xian said: "I have cultivated this kind of technique!"

Ji Yaoyue laughed and clasped her fists: "Admirable!"

"I accept your praise!" Heng Xian likewise clasped his fists.

He then put on a serious expression: "Come here, let me take a look at you too!"

"Okay!" Ji Yaoyue, unsuspecting, walked up to Heng Xian, but upon seeing his gaze, she instinctively wanted to retreat, yet stopped, her face flushing crimson.

Heng Xian grabbed her hands and asked curiously: "Why is your face red?"

Ji Yaoyue gave him a sideways glance: "I suspect you have no good intentions!"

"I'm being completely serious!" Heng Xian said solemnly.

Ji Yaoyue thought she had overthought it, and involuntarily showed a hint of apology: "Well, then, go ahead and look!"

Heng Xian picked up Ji Yaoyue's pair of hands, as smooth and white as mutton-fat jade, and gave them a light sniff.

Ji Yaoyue's face reddened to her neck, her body tense: "Smell, smell what?"

Heng Xian asked curiously: "How could there be a fragrance?"

Ji Yaoyue found it funny: "I just came over after bathing!"

Heng Xian looked at her neck, skin like congealed fat; indeed, tiny droplets of water glistened in the lamp light, adding a delicate and alluring touch, and he laughed: "Let me smell your neck again!"

Ji Yaoyue's face grew even redder; meeting his gaze, her breathing became slightly rough.

Heng Xian had originally just wanted to tease her for fun, but now, inhaling her fragrant breath, his heart fluttered wildly.

Ji Yaoyue was so nervous that her whole body leaned into Heng Xian's embrace, trembling slightly, yet she stubbornly craned her neck: "You, you may smell!"

Heng Xian really had no mind to smell anymore; his head was buzzing, one hand encircling Ji Yaoyue's slender waist, feeling only delicacy and smoothness, then he promptly used his other hand to lift her chin.

Upon close observation, one must admit: among the most beautiful young female disciples of the Fourteen Sects, and the most beautiful princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty, she truly lives up to the reputation.

Her skin is supple enough to be blown apart, her features exquisite and pretty, even bearing an innate allure; every frown, smile, and blush could be called heavenly fragrance and national beauty!

Compared to her, the courtesan Qin Qin that Heng Xian met in his hometown Donglan City instantly seemed vulgar and intolerable.

No! Comparing Qin Qin to her is practically a desecration.

"You look very good!" Heng Xian praised sincerely.

"Thank you!" Ji Yaoyue, her face flushed with embarrassment, glanced at Heng Xian, then quickly closed her eyes and tremblingly pressed her nose against his.

Heng Xian could no longer restrain himself; he was about to press forward.

Just then, a cold voice came from outside: "Your Highness the Princess, I know you're in there!"

"Senior Su has discovered her!" Ji Yaoyue, like a startled deer, suddenly snapped to attention and made a move to jump out.

Heng Xian gripped her waist and refused to let go: "This is the second time; last time it was Bai Lianhua!"

"Pfft!" Ji Yaoyue burst out laughing.

"Princess Taiping! The servant, entrusted by the mistress, hopes you won't make things difficult for the servant!"

Senior Su's voice carried a hint of resentment, and she had already arrived at the Main Hall's doors.

"I'm leaving, behave!" Ji Yaoyue pinched Heng Xian's cheek, thought a moment, tiptoed, kissed him, and broke free.

After taking a few steps, she turned back to look at Heng Xian's puzzled expression and smiled sweetly: "Little Xian, are you reluctant to part with this princess? Remember to ask the emperor for our engagement early and marry me into the palace! Hehehe..."

Saying that, she vanished like a phantom outside the window.

Heng Xian touched the corner of his mouth where Ji Yaoyue had kissed him, feeling somewhat lost; who could endure this? If it's really impossible, after paying respects to the empress dowager's birthday, I'll ask the emperor, my future father-in-law, for her hand in marriage!

Just then, seven or eight figures flashed in from outside, led by none other than Senior Su, though now her face was full of anger.

Behind her stood a youth in general's attire, tall and strikingly handsome; he stepped forward a few paces, first glancing around, then sniffing, and finally gave Heng Xian a cold look, saying: "The princess was just here!"

Senior Su flew into a complete rage, her aura of the late Golden Core Realm surging upward as she fixed her gaze on Heng Xian: "Lord Heng, if you truly intend for the princess, you ought to respect her, protect her reputation, rather than, for the sake of youthful passion, lead her into misconduct! After all, you two aren't even married yet!"

Heng Xian feigned ignorance: "What are you talking about?"

"What are you saying? You naturally understand it in your heart!" The young general, his aura likewise rising, had actually reached the middle Golden Core Realm, clearly intending to attack.

(End of chapter)