“What’s fun?”
She often played little tricks to amuse Bai Li Chongyan, who was accustomed to it.
Zhu Jin pulled him up, “You’ll know when we get there. Come on.”
Bai Li Chongyan let her pull him out of the courtyard and then she lifted them both into the air.
It wasn't qinggong, but true flight, like birds soaring through the sky.
Yet her movements were so graceful that if he hadn’t been so close, he might have mistaken it for exceptional qinggong allowing such freedom.
Zhu Jin controlled their direction and, seeing his silence, asked, “Cold?”
Bai Li Chongyan shook his head, “Not really.”
By her side, he always felt warmth. She exuded a fiery aura, making her feel toasty no matter how cold the surroundings.
Being near her was incredibly comfortable.
“Hold me.”
Bai Li Chongyan silently tightened his embrace.
Zhu Jin chuckled and picked up speed.
Night had fully fallen. In the capital, only a few pleasure houses and taverns still echoed with revelry; everywhere else had fallen silent.
The common folk had long since retired.
The darkness was absolute. Even though Bai Li Chongyan was one of the top experts after his recovery, he still couldn't see the path, nor did he know where they were headed.
But he trusted the person beside him, holding her tightly, allowing her to carry him through the sky.
Soon, Zhu Jin stopped on a rooftop.
Bai Li Chongyan finally had a chance to look around more closely. At a glance, he recognized it, “This is… the Second Prince’s mansion?”
“Indeed.” Zhu Jin replied casually, “You recognized it. You seem quite familiar with this place.”
“I’m familiar with many places in the capital.” Although Bai Li Chongyan knew the person beside him wasn’t the original Song Jin, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of discomfort when he thought of Song Jin’s past relationship with the Second Prince. Su Dan Novel Network
“What are we doing here?”
“Watching a good show.”
Zhu Jin observed the patrolling guards moving away, then pulled him closer by the waist, leading him down and towards the courtyard.
Bai Li Chongyan followed beside her.
“Your waist is so slender.”
Zhu Jin said this out of the blue. Bai Li Chongyan didn’t quite grasp it at first and asked, “What?”
“I said, your waist is so slender.” Zhu Jin, unsure if she was teasing or serious, continued, “You’re not particularly… how can you be so fierce?”
Bai Li Chongyan: “…”
He understood.
But for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
Admit he was extraordinarily gifted?
Yet he hadn’t forgotten that on their wedding night, it was she who had taught him. In a way, she was his first teacher in the art of… lovemaking.
So, her words were often bold, never holding back much.
He was silent for a moment, then sighed, “You truly are… too unrestrained with your words.”
Zhu Jin scoffed, “Love between men and women is natural. Why be so coy? Do those who spout lofty principles and treat such matters as taboos truly know nothing? If they were truly ignorant, where would all their wives, concubines, and children come from?”
The propagation of humankind, love between men and women, is a natural human inclination. Yet, there are those who condemn it as heresy while continuously marrying wives, taking concubines, and having children.
If they weren't engaging in such acts, where would their children come from?
“Are they perhaps all from infidelity?”
Bai Li Chongyan: “…”
He grasped her hand, mindful of their surroundings, and leaned in, “Princess Consort, you should only say such things to me. In public, even to your parents, please refrain.”
After all, she wasn’t the original Song Jin now. Song Jin wouldn’t have said such things. The more she spoke, the more likely suspicion would arise, which would be troublesome.
“Why would I say these things to them?” Zhu Jin replied, “I only say them to you. After all, not everyone is worthy of hearing them.”
Knowing he was special, Bai Li Chongyan finally managed a smile.
“No one is inside. Let’s go in.”
Bai Li Chongyan carefully scouted the area and found indeed, no one was there.
There were guards patrolling outside, yet his own courtyard had no one guarding it. Times truly do change.
When he was severely injured and bedridden, at least the Northern Frontier Army remained loyal, defying imperial decrees to rescue him.
But look at the Second Prince. Apart from Consort Xian in the palace, perhaps no one truly cared about him.
Including those who once relied on him for their very existence.
Looking at it that way, he was better off than these people.
But he felt no pity.
He hadn’t forgotten what this man had done to him.
The extreme torture and humiliation. They stood by, watching him as his leg tendons were brutally severed. His own brothers, who once treated him with brotherly affection, whipped him with their own hands…
“What are you thinking about?”