Chapter 968: No silver here, three hundred taels

Shan Shan hasn't slept yet.

Aunt Tang Xun and the Seven Halls Yama have been making a huge fuss lately.

Two days ago, Shan Shan and A Cheng were invited by the Seven Halls Yama to Hu Shan, where they met Tang Xun once.

Shan Shan never worried that their relationship would run into trouble.

One could say, nobody would worry.

So even though, several months ago, the Seven Halls Yama publicly took Tang Xun away and confined her to Hu Shan, cutting off outside contact, no one was overly tense.

During these months, Xiao Jiu also had Liu Junyan contact the Seven Halls Yama multiple times to ask about their relationship, and the Seven Halls Yama always said it was fine.

Nobody expected such a big change to happen suddenly.

Their situation is extremely complicated, and Shan Shan can't make sense of it no matter how she tries.

Only a small oil lamp was lit in the room; in the dim light, Shan Shan leaned against the headboard and immediately heard footsteps outside the window.

She was a little surprised; who would be messing around under her window in the middle of the night?

Shan Shan wasn't worried about bad people: first, the Feng Clan's guards are still quite strict, so ordinary intruders would be caught right away; second, if there really were bad people, they wouldn't be clumsy enough to cause such a commotion.

Shan Shan didn't move, just stared at the window, waiting for that clumsy fellow to show his true colors.

Soon, the window was forced open, and a familiar figure climbed in.

That person was quite particular; after entering, they reflexively closed the window behind them.

When Shan Shan confirmed the person was Ao Jing, she momentarily forgot to react, just staring blankly at him, sensing that Ao Jing had something going on.

Otherwise, given his personality, he would never do something so "unorthodox."

Ao Jing turned around, met Shan Shan's gaze, hesitated, then turned to flee.

Only now did his head clear up a little.

Perhaps the turning motion was too big; he suddenly gasped, looked down, and painfully closed his eyes.

He needed to ease up a bit…

Shan Shan finally came to her senses and asked anxiously, "Jing-ge, what's wrong?"

Ao Jing didn't answer; he even felt like dying at that moment.

He couldn't pretend he hadn't come, nor ignore his persistently aching body; he didn't know what was wrong with him, and his mind was in a fierce struggle between heaven and self.

Then he heard Shan Shan move slightly on the bed.

The slight movement stimulated Ao Jing, who blurted, "Don't move!"

Shan Shan wanted to get out of bed to see how Ao Jing was, but his low growl startled her, and she froze on the bed.

Ao Jing, eyes closed, was torn: go… or not go?

In the end, Ao Jing didn't leave.

He turned, strode to the oil lamp, and extinguished it.

Then he got straight onto the bed, turned Shan Shan's body, and embraced her from behind.

Ao Jing thought that holding Shan Shan like this, smelling her unique scent, would gradually calm him down.

Just sleep… and everything will be fine by morning…

The idea was nice, but reality was that not only did Ao Jing fail to sleep, Shan Shan herself was tense all over, stiff to the point she dared not move.

They're both adults; Shan Shan felt the scorching breath and body heat at her back, and the inappropriate hardness at her waist, and finally understood why Ao Jing was acting so strangely tonight.

In the darkness, Shan Shan cautiously asked, "You weren't the one presiding over the sacrificial ceremony today, were you?"

"Mm."

"Such an important event, there must be many participants; someone… wanted to slip a person into your room?"

Shan Shan could only think of that possibility.

After all, Ao Ji just broke out of his shell not long ago, and people are already scheming marriage alliances—let alone Ao Jing.

Although those who know him well are aware that Ao Jing is spoken for, and everyone respects boundaries, plus Ao Jing himself is upright and proper, ordinary people wouldn't dare harbor improper thoughts about him.

But in this world there are always one or two shortsighted, ambitious folks who resort to dirty tricks, hoping to achieve success in a single leap.

Shan Shan thought it must have been someone tampering at the banquet after the sacrificial ceremony today.

If that were the case, Ao Jing still came to find her, and Shan Shan would still feel relieved.

But she didn't expect Ao Jing to deny that guess: "No one would dare drug me unless they wanted to die."

Shan Shan was puzzled: "Then what's wrong with you?"

"I don't know either," Ao Jing said aggrievedly. "I inhaled a whiff of incense when lighting the dragon-head incense, after which my body felt weird; then I drank a little at the banquet, and I've taken four cold showers."

Shan Shan turned over to face Ao Jing.

That movement, the friction, nearly did Ao Jing in.

He let out another muffled groan, his voice irresistibly sexy.

The next instant, his whole body tensed, his eyes wide open.

His body instinctively tried to pull back.

"What are you avoiding?" Shan Shan said, blushing. "We'll have to try it sooner or later; might as well give it a go now."

Ao Jing slowly loosened his grip on Shan Shan's hand; his eyes went from shocked and wide, to gradually narrowing, then finally closed, biting his lip, holding his breath.

Shan Shan was very patient… but patience alone seemed to do nothing…

Ao Jing seemed to get even more excited…

After tossing and turning for about a quarter of an hour, it ended with Ao Jing rushing into the washroom.

He was about to explode.

Shan Shan lay there dazed, hearing the splashing water from the washroom, utterly bewildered as to why it wasn't helping.

That whiff of incense… could it really be that potent?

I don't know why, but she suddenly remembered a funny story that Aunt Qingying had told her before.

Aunt Qingying said, back then her mother obtained a tiger penis from Gui Shi, which Aunt Qingying, unaware of the situation, offered to her father...

The tiger penis is an ultimate yang object, the incense of dragon-head incense... is also...

So...

Thinking this through, Shan Shan seemed to understand something.

That puff of incense might be a hundred times stronger than those medicines on the market.

Brother Jing, is he being... forcibly matured?

Shan Shan re-evaluated her feelings for Ao Jing, and after confirming that she only wanted to marry this man in this lifetime, she got up and went to the washroom.

Ao Jing heard the commotion behind him, didn't turn his head, and shouted loudly, "Shan Shan, get out!"

Her approach is extremely dangerous.

He didn't want to hurt her, nor did he want to do something that would make her regret later.

But when has Shan Shan ever actually listened to his words?

As the delicate skin from behind pressed against him, Ao Jing's reason finally shattered completely, and Shan Shan, devoid of any timid consciousness, was as pliable as a soft lump of dough, letting him knead and shape her.

In the chilly spring, the unheated room was hot as if it were about to ignite.

Even without any reason, Ao Jing still set up a barrier around the room.

The commotion was too loud; it would be bad if someone burst in.

But he forgot that the barrier he set up is known to almost everyone in the Feng Clan.

This actually has the air of "there's no silver here, three hundred taels"...