Chapter 212: You Devilish Girl, You Owe Me My Innocence

Under the shroud of night, the bustle of the barbecue during the day at the Jun residence had faded; the household had eaten and drunk their fill, and peace had returned.

The night was like ink, the moonlight blocked by thick clouds, revealing only a faint glimmer of light.

Jun Ziqin and He Linger, dressed in black tight-fitting outfits, emerged from the room without a sound.

He Linger climbed onto the roof first, her landing quite light.

Yes, the original He Linger was a young lady of the General of the State's residence and had originally known a bit of light-body technique; coupled with her diligent practice over this period, her light-body technique had improved greatly.

He Linger turned back and saw Jun Ziqin still below, being carried up by a hidden guard, and could not help but tease:

"You've been here for months, why haven't you learned light-body technique yet?"

Jun Ziqin rolled her eyes at her.

"You think light-body technique is Chinese cabbage, learned the moment you want to? I'm working hard at it, aren't I? Besides, with Feiying here, he can step in at critical moments, what's there to fear."

Feiying, having steadily carried Jun Ziqin onto the roof, couldn't help but roll his eyes, thinking to himself:

Working hard, my foot; he hadn't seen that girl practice at all. These past few months, she was either tinkering with new medicine in the lab or thinking about how to kill and loot; there wasn't the slightest sign of practicing martial arts.

Jun Ziqin caught the look of disdain in the eagle's eyes; she didn't blush or skip a beat, patted the non-existent dust off her body, and urged:

"Alright, alright, let's go quickly."

Jun Ziqin, He Linger, and Feiying, taking advantage of the night, moved like three agile civet cats, silently vaulted over the high walls of the Jun residence, and snuck into the Jun residence.

As soon as they entered, they saw Jun Zhidie wearing a face veil, sneaking out of the courtyard in a hurry, looking flustered, with even her usual maid nowhere to be seen.

He Linger gently tugged at Jun Ziqin's sleeve and lowered her voice:

"Seeing her so sneaky, she must be up to some unspeakable business."

Jun Ziqin nodded slightly, a flash of wicked amusement in her eyes, and the three of them hunched over, carefully following behind Jun Zhidie.

They saw Jun Zhidie walking with hurried steps, not looking back, heading straight toward the direction of the Prince Qi residence.

Along the way, the three moved silently through the quiet streets, with only the occasional sound of the night watchman's clapper breaking the stillness of the night.

The three dared not be the least bit careless, following closely until they were only a few dozen meters away from the front of the Prince Qi residence.

Jun Ziqin gave Feiying a look, and Feiying understood.

He took a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, gently opened the stopper, and approached Jun Zhidie like a ghost.

With a flick of his wrist, a powder with a faint sweet fragrance drifted with the wind and merged into the air.

Jun Ziqin sneered in her heart: You used this stuff to harm me, and now, I return the retribution to you.

The three quickly held their breath; Jun Zhidie, unaware, inhaled the potent aphrodisiac.

Soon, Jun Zhidie's steps became unsteady, her body began to soften, her eyes grew hazy, and her mind started to become muddled.

Jun Ziqin immediately signaled Feiying to come over and carry Jun Zhidie, but Feiying shook his head in frustration and resisted:

"Master, spare me, I don't want to carry this woman."

Jun Ziqin glared:

"Are you telling me to carry her? Hurry up, stop the nonsense!"

Feiying pouted miserably, cursing Jun Ziqin's terrible idea in his heart.

He really didn't want to touch this woman, but he couldn't refuse Jun Ziqin's order.

Feiying took a deep breath, went over reluctantly, and hoisted Jun Zhidie onto his back like a sack of grain.

Jun Zhidie's body trembled suddenly at Feiying's touch; her eyes became even more hazy, and ignoring the fact that her head was hanging down, she used both hands to grope toward Feiying's waist, muttering incoherent nonsense.

Feiying had black lines on his forehead, his face flushed red; he already had a remarkably handsome face, and now he was so ashamed and angry that he looked as bright as peach blossoms.

He gritted his teeth tightly, his facial muscles trembling slightly, and shouted in a muffled voice:

"Master, what should I do now!"

Jun Ziqin pursed her lips slightly, suppressing her laughter, her words tinged with teasing:

"Perhaps turn her around."

Feiying hurriedly adjusted Jun Zhidie so she was on his back with her head up.

Who knew that with the drug taking effect, she would go wild, instantly wrapping around him like an octopus.

Her hands clamped tightly around Feiying's neck with such brute force that she almost choked him out.

Her scorching lips kissed Feiying's face wildly, and Feiying was thrown into a panic.

He wailed in his heart that his innocence was gone just like that, his first kiss!

Jun Ziqin, you devilish girl, you owe me my innocence, you owe me my first kiss!

Feiying cursed while desperately trying to push Jun Zhidie away, but her strength was surprisingly great, and he couldn't push her off at all.

Jun Zhidie's hands groped wantonly over Feiying's body, and she let out ambiguous, incoherent moans from time to time.

It made Feiying's scalp tingle; his face turned beet red, and he was so angry and anxious that he cursed Jun Ziqin to the high heavens in his heart.

He couldn't hold it in anymore and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Master, look at this terrible idea you had; your subordinate really can't take it anymore. How about I just knock her out!"

Jun Ziqin waved her hand:

"You can't knock her out; if she's unconscious, where's the fun in that?"

He Linger couldn't hold it in anymore and laughed until she was doubled over; she finally stopped laughing and raised her hand to wipe the tears of mirth from the corners of her eyes.

She shouted to Feiying:

"Endure it a little longer, hold on for a bit more; the good show has only just begun!"

Feiying was tortured to the point of wanting to cry, glaring fiercely at the two women who were watching the fun without fear of trouble.

He mourned for five seconds in his heart for Quan Aoyu, who had ended up with such a devilish girl.

He desperately pried Jun Zhidie's hands from his neck and switched her back to hanging head-down.

With one hand, he steadily carried the delirious, drug-addled Jun Zhidie who was groping about, and with the other, he tightly pulled Jun Ziqin, who was blushing pink from suppressing her laughter.

Gritting his teeth and gathering all his strength, he sprinted toward the direction of the Chunxiang Pavilion.

Before long, the sign of the Chunxiang Pavilion, with its ambiguous lighting, came into view.

Feiying dashed forward, stopped abruptly at the entrance of the Chunxiang Pavilion, and threw Jun Zhidie onto the ground.

He raised his foot and kicked her, cursing:

"Damn it! Get lost! This dead woman is really a handful."

That kick carried all his pent-up frustration and irritation from the journey.

Jun Zhidie hit the ground with a "thud," kicking up a cloud of dust.

However, even this intense pain couldn't wake her up in the slightest; she continued to writhe muddledly, muttering, and climbed up from the ground, swaying, ready to pounce on any man she saw.

At this moment, the procuress of the Chunxiang Pavilion heard the commotion and came out to check; when she saw this, it was quite something—a young woman at the door pouncing on every man she saw.

The procuress's eyes lit up instantly, like a hungry wolf seeing prey.

Although the girl was missing two front teeth, which was a bit awkward, her appearance was still decent.

After all, she was a young lady from a sheltered home, and having been drugged with an aphrodisiac, that coquettish charm was something no common courtesan could compare to.

Since she had delivered herself to the door, it would be a waste not to take her.