vstars Chapter 224
Chapter 224
"Your Majesty..."
Rong Hengyu gasped for breath, her fingertips gripping Nalan Jingwen's dress tightly until her knuckles turned white. The temperature between them rose sharply, and an ambiguous atmosphere lingered between their lips, a passionate yet tender embrace.
The delicate kisses traveled from his lips to his snow-white neck. His clothes were disheveled, revealing the fair, jade-like skin beneath. Nalan Jingwen's eyes darkened slightly as he bit down on his slightly full chest, not too hard, just enough to leave a tooth mark.
The person beneath him gasped, a tingling, itchy sensation spreading from his chest to his limbs. He shifted involuntarily, feeling as if he were soaking in warm water. His body was hot, his head was throbbing, and his consciousness gradually blurred.
Nalan Jingwen clasped his hands above his head, leaned down to look him in the eye, his phoenix eyes sparkling with a captivating spring-like allure, and his fair and delicate face flushed a slight pink.
Nalan Jing knew that the person in front of him was a demon. Normally, he was dressed in fine clothes, noble and dignified, but when no one was around, he looked like this. He was like a demon that sucked people's life force. With his mouth half open and his breathing slightly, he could take away half of a person's life.
She stared at him, her voice slightly hoarse, "Are you now willing to speak with me?"
Rong Hengyu gazed at her, completely oblivious to how disheveled and alluring he looked.
He gasped, "If Your Highness wants me to speak, why resort to this method?"
"It's just a matter of you giving an order."
Now that he was willing to talk to her, most of his anger had subsided. Nalan Jingwen was not annoyed by his attitude, and kissed his moist and full lips again, "Are you blaming me for sleeping in Qishan last night?"
As the consort of the virtuous prince, Rong Hengyu, her rightful husband, needs not only her love, but also her attitude, and more importantly, to establish his authority in front of everyone in the prince's mansion. Therefore, her choice is very important.
She slept at Liuqishan's place last night, which was actually a slap in the face to Rong Hengyu. Although the servants of the Prince's Mansion were not gossipy, what if outsiders overheard and said that the Prince Xian stayed in someone else's room on the day he returned to the capital, instead of the Prince Consort's room? How would Rong Hengyu face that?
They were one, sharing both glory and loss. Rong Hengyu was never angry about where she slept, but rather about her taking actions that were detrimental to him.
Perhaps he was really angry that she slept at Liuqishan last night, but compared to that, his own unspeakable emotions seemed insignificant. Rong Hengyu always prioritized the greater good.
This was indeed something she hadn't considered carefully.
“Last night I saw that you were asleep and I didn’t want to disturb you, so I went to Qishan.”
Hongyun said you were sick and got so busy you lost track of time. Why didn't you take better care of yourself while I was away?
Nalan Jingwen gently touched his cheek and sighed. The flesh he had painstakingly gained back was gone again.
Rong Hengyu gazed at her intently, his eyes serious and focused, without saying a word, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
The two simply looked at each other, everything understood without a word.
Suddenly, Rong Hengyu turned his head away from her, but his reddened eyes and the fleeting tears clearly told him that he missed her.
Nalan Jingwen released his hand, forcefully turned his chin to face him, forcing him to look at him, and then lowered his head to gently kiss away the moisture at the corner of his eyes. The person beneath him was trembling with breath.
"Don't cry."
Rong Hengyu reached out and wrapped his arms around her neck, pulling her down onto his body, and then tightly wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I'll run over you later."
Rong Hengyu tilted his head and kissed her cheek, whispering, "It's not heavy."
Nalan Jingwen stopped struggling, lay on top of him, and listened to his heartbeat.
"I heard from the men that you were injured?"
When he suddenly brought this up, Nalan Jingwen was slightly taken aback, then said, "It's nothing, just a minor injury."
"Small injury?"
Rong Hengyu's voice trailed off, perhaps because he had just cried, making it somewhat hoarse.
"King Xian was assassinated in Qilin, and was seriously injured and his life was in danger."
"Is this considered a minor injury?"
Nalan Jing knew he didn't believe it. After all, to make the matter more realistic, few people knew the truth. Who knew Hongyun would act so quickly and send the news to Feng Tian?
She thought for a moment, then got up from him. Under Rong Hengyu's questioning gaze, she took off her clothes, leaving only a thin garment. The view underneath was faintly visible, and her skin was as smooth as jade. Rong Hengyu's eyes darkened instantly. Under his burning gaze, she took off her last garment as well.
"If you do not believe me, Your Majesty, you may examine my body to see if there are any signs of injury."
Her body was as white as jade, with beautiful curves. Her waist and abdomen seemed slender, yet they contained a power about to burst forth. Her whole body was perfect, like a flawless piece of jade, without a single scar.
In fact, the sword she slashed at herself back then was quite forceful; with today's medical technology, it would be impossible to leave no mark at all.
Whether it was because her body had a naturally strong healing ability, or because the medicine Changsheng gave her was very effective, there were no signs of injury on her body at all.
With his lover right in front of him, especially in this state, it would be impossible for anyone not to react. However, Rong Hengyu forced himself to remain calm and helped her put on her clothes, his movements were very careful, as if he were handling some rare treasure.
Nalan Jing watched his movements without saying a word. If she hadn't seen his trembling fingertips and white knuckles, she would have thought he was as calm as he appeared.
"It's getting cold, Your Highness, please don't do this anymore."
As soon as he spoke, his voice was already hoarse and barely audible.
A mocking smile flashed in Nalan Jingwen's eyes as he asked, "Does the King's Consort believe it?"
Rong Hengyu did not answer that question, but instead asked another one.
"Why didn't Your Highness return with Hongyun and the others? Where have you been these past few months since you disappeared?"
Nalan Jingwen paused, unsure how to respond.
She couldn't possibly say that she was saved by Changsheng and that she had returned to the Divine Realm with Xue Qingheng; even if she did, he probably wouldn't believe her.
Her expression turned somewhat strange, and she stared at him without saying a word.
Rong Hengyu was very clever, so he did not press the matter. He lowered his eyes and said calmly, "It is alright if I cannot tell you, as long as Your Highness is safe."
Nalan Jingwen took his hand, a faint smile playing on his lips, "I'm sorry to have worried you, my husband. I promise I won't do it again next time."
However, Rong Hengyu did not show the smile he expected. He stared at Nalan Jingwen with deep, dark eyes.
"Your Highness used to call me 'Hengyu'."
Nalan Jingwen was slightly taken aback. Just as he was about to say something, Cheng He's urgent shouts came from outside the door.
"Your Highness! Someone from the palace has come and requests your presence!"