Chapter 299: Jiang Shengyi

"Is something the matter, Aunt Shengyi?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

"Didn't Jiang Rou already tell you about the Jiang family's affairs?" Jiang Shengyi said.

"Yes, I'll return to the Jiang family in a few days to visit my grandfather," Jun Xiaoyao nodded.

Then silence fell.

Jiang Shengyi bit her lip and spoke: "Thank you for your lecture the other day—it gave me great insight."

Jiang Shengyi was a Primordial Dao Womb, naturally attuned to the Dao.

Jun Xiaoyao's lecture that day had indeed helped her immensely, like a single phrase awakening a dreamer.

"When did you become so formal, Aunt Shengyi? I remember in the Yuan Tian Secret Treasury, you used to chat and laugh with me as if there were no distance between us," Jun Xiaoyao said coolly.

He would never grovel for any woman, and he had no extra thoughts toward Jiang Shengyi.

But Jiang Shengyi's current attitude toward him made Jun Xiaoyao feel strange.

After all, before this, Jiang Shengyi had been warm and affectionate toward him, always smiling and laughing freely.

She gave off the impression of a kind, gentle older sister next door.

But now, she deliberately avoided Jun Xiaoyao and rarely smiled.

"Is…is that so?" Jiang Shengyi's exquisite face looked unnatural.

"If I've annoyed you, Aunt Shengyi, just say it—I don't mind," Jun Xiaoyao said bluntly.

"No…no, how could I ever dislike you!" Jiang Shengyi hurriedly rebutted, as if afraid Jun Xiaoyao would misunderstand.

"Then the reason is…" Jun Xiaoyao hesitated.

Jiang Shengyi clenched her jade hands, her heart churning like a spilled spice jar—complex and tangled.

If she truly disliked Jun Xiaoyao, Jiang Shengyi might even feel relieved.

But unfortunately, liking him terrified her more than dislike ever could.

Even though she was merely his nominal aunt.

Even though there was virtually no blood relation between them.

Even though in this world, marriage between blood relatives was perfectly normal.

Yet Jiang Shengyi simply could not voice her feelings.

Moreover, the Jiang family wanted her to act as a matchmaker, bringing Jun Xiaoyao and Jiang Luoli together.

How could Jiang Shengyi possibly lower herself to compete with Jiang Luoli for a man?

It was something she could not accept.

Looking at Jun Xiaoyao's perfect face before her, Jiang Shengyi found all her words stuck in her throat.

When Jun Xiaoyao was in the lower realms, had she not missed him?

Now, Jiang Shengyi's painterly face wore an expression of restraint, tinged with grievance—so heartrending that one longed to hold her close and cherish her.

Even Jun Xiaoyao paused, sensing Jiang Shengyi's emotions.

Though Jun Xiaoyao sometimes acted like a blunt, emotionless man, his mind was actually very perceptive.

Otherwise, he could never have manipulated women like Bai Yuer and Wu Mingyue so effortlessly.

"No way?" Jun Xiaoyao thought of this possibility, surprised.

At that moment, Jun Xiaoyao suddenly felt a surge of heat coursing through his body, an unnamed fire rising from his dantian.

"This is…" Jun Xiaoyao's expression changed slightly.

At the same time, Jiang Shengyi also sensed something was wrong.

She suddenly felt her entire body burning, as if flames flowed through her blood.

That terrifying heat made Jiang Shengyi want to strip off all her clothes.

"What…what's happening to me?" Jiang Shengyi grew dazed, her head spinning, her luminous immortal face flushed with crimson.

She looked again at Jun Xiaoyao, and the feelings she had tried to sever surged forth like wild grass.

Even she herself was confused.

"Could it be… this tea?" The only possibility Jun Xiaoyao could think of was these two cups of tea.

Someone must have slipped some indescribable drug into it.

"That little brat Jiang Luoli…" Jun Xiaoyao finally understood.

He now knew why Jiang Luoli had seemed so guilty and uneasy earlier.

Back then, he hadn't thought much of it.

Now it was clear—that dumb girl had dangerous intentions toward him.

"What nonsense," Jun Xiaoyao cursed inwardly.

He wasn't opposed to the drug itself—there was simply no need for it.

Now it had backfired.

Jun Xiaoyao was fine—he'd only drunk a few sips.

But Jiang Shengyi had downed the entire cup.

"Aunt Shengyi, something's happened," Jun Xiaoyao began.

A soft, fragrant body crashed into his arms.

Jiang Shengyi's immortal face was flushed, her eyes hazy, her lips slightly parted, her tongue flickering out, exhaling sweet, scorching breath.

"Xiaoyao… I feel… strange…" Jiang Shengyi murmured dazedly.

"Aunt Shengyi, can you suppress it with magic power?" Jun Xiaoyao sighed.

He tried to suppress it with magic power, but found it impossible to hold back.

Jun Xiaoyao was fine—he'd ingested little, and could still maintain clarity.

But Jiang Shengyi couldn't.

She was a woman, with weaker resistance, and had consumed far more.

Most importantly, the object of her desire was Jun Xiaoyao.

If it were another man, even if she were drugged, she would force herself to stay clear-headed.

But facing Jun Xiaoyao, Jiang Shengyi had already been wrestling with inner conflict.

The drug was like a fuse, igniting the buried emotions within her.

"Xiaoyao, when you were in the lower realms, I thought of you constantly—but Luoli went down there, so I couldn't follow."

"I don't know why—perhaps because of the resonance between my Primordial Dao Womb and your Ancient Holy Body, or maybe for other reasons…"

"I didn't know how to face you…"

"I thought if I kept my distance, I might gradually let go…"

"But I found I still couldn't let you go… so I came to find you…"

As Jiang Shengyi spoke, her body pressed tightly against Jun Xiaoyao, her jade-white arms wrapping around his neck.

Though Jun Xiaoyao was only fourteen, his figure was tall and elegant, like a jade tree standing proud.

Jiang Shengyi was tall herself, yet still half a head shorter than Jun Xiaoyao.

"Aunt Shengyi, you…" Jun Xiaoyao froze.

He was no saint or monk, nor was he Liu Xiaohui, immune to temptation.

As a reincarnator, his mind was certainly not that of a fourteen-year-old—he was a seasoned veteran.

But Jun Xiaoyao had his own principles; he wasn't some lust-driven fool.

Otherwise, with his status and position, thousands of women would have thrown themselves at him easily.

Which woman hadn't lusted after his body before?

Bai Yuer, Wu Mingyue, Su Ziqiong…

But Jun Xiaoyao found none of them appealing.

Not just any woman could take Jun Xiaoyao's first time.

He hadn't been thinking about this at all.

But this situation now left him deeply awkward.

After all, Jiang Shengyi was his nominal aunt—even if they shared no blood, the impression would be terrible.

Jun Xiaoyao could still barely suppress the drug's effects.

But Jiang Shengyi couldn't hold back—her mind felt like it had burned out.

She had already harbored indescribable feelings for Jun Xiaoyao; now, with the drug's stimulation, resistance was impossible.

Jiang Shengyi's eyes, like autumn waters, were utterly hazy. She lifted her painterly immortal face and pressed her lips to Jun Xiaoyao's.

"Damn it, why am I always the one getting forced?" Jun Xiaoyao mentally groaned.

Jiang Luoli had kissed him forcibly before—now it was Jiang Shengyi's turn.