"What do you mean, 'what me'?"
The woman giggled, covering her mouth. Her laughter made Qin Qianyu dizzy as she swayed like a trembling flower branch.
She wore simple clothes, yet her eyes were full of allure. The slightly upturned corners of her eyes seemed to cast hooks, and the depths of her gaze flowed like ripples, drawing people into a stream of pleasure.
At a glance, a spring tide seemed to surge.
Qin Qianyu felt his mouth go dry. Something inside him seemed to be steaming and roaring, wanting to attack, to advance. He bit his tongue hard, the pain suppressing the nascent sensual thoughts.
The woman laughed again, playfully chiding him with a glance. She reached out her hand. Her exposed arm was fair and tender, like a tempting cherry dropped on pristine snow.
This sight made Qin Qianyu's mouth even drier!
"What are you standing there blankly for? Hand the child over to me!"
Qin Qianyu nervously handed the child to her. The woman took the baby, pulled back the covers, and seeing his pale, greenish face, reached out to feel his neck. His pulse was weak, almost imperceptible.
The woman looked up, the allure in her eyes instantly transforming into countless sharp blades, like a wild beast suddenly freed, ready to devour anyone in its path!
Qin Qianyu took a step back, a chill coursing from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.
The woman didn't attack immediately. She lowered her head, busily pulling back all the covers and pinching the infant's cheeks, blowing air into his mouth. After a while, the baby suddenly cried out "Wah!"
The woman finally breathed a sigh of relief and held the infant to her chest.
The baby, smelling the scent of milk, closed his eyes and found his nourishment, sucking vigorously.
The woman raised her hand and gently brushed the baby's soft cheek. The smile in her eyes, the moment she looked up, transformed into a sharp blade. Charm and coldness simultaneously appeared in her eyes, making it impossible to tell which was her true self, or perhaps, neither was true!
Seeing the wary Qin Qianyu, the woman suddenly smiled again.
"Look at you, why are you so scared? Can I, your humble servant, eat you?" The woman's fingers, as white and jade-like as scallions, curled a strand of hair by her ear. Her voice was alluring and enchanting, the corners of her eyes entwined with silken threads. Her black hair wound around her fair fingers. She gently massaged the coiled hair with her thumb, then brought her thumb, along with the hair, to her lips. Parting her lips, her tongue curled around her thumb and sucked softly.
Qin Qianyu's hand shielded his lap. His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't drunk water all day. "If you have nothing to relay, then I shall take my leave."
"How boring!"
The woman's smile vanished instantly. The seduction in her eyes turned to disdain. Looking at Qin Qianyu, she regarded him as useless trash. "Get out!"
Qin Qianyu turned and left without a word. It wasn't until he closed the door, walked out of the courtyard, and was hit by the cold wind that the heat in his heart subsided. He then shivered violently, realizing his back was already drenched in cold sweat.
He was filled with lingering fear!
He fled without looking back!
...
Before the Ministry of Justice, the assassin's surprise attack had disrupted the conflict between the two armies. After failing to assassinate their target, the assassins bit down on poison and committed suicide on the spot, leaving no survivors. The deputy general of the Demon Hunter Army dragged Wei Wu Xian away, leaving the battlefield with Ji Jin Mo.
Ji Hong watched the retreating figure with a grim expression. He did not order the Xuanjia Army to pursue. He turned his gaze back to the Ministry of Justice and issued an order to the deputy general: "Confine Feng Luan to the Imperial Heavenly Prison!"
Seeing the Xuanjia Army charging into the prison, Nan Shiying was silent for two seconds. Then, she opened the cell door herself and walked over to the deputy general, who was clad in armor, smiling. "I won't resist. I'll walk myself!"
"You are Feng Luan?"
The deputy general of the Xuanjia Army scrutinized Nan Shiying and then sneered. He turned to his subordinate and said, "Bring out the person lying on the ground!"
Nan Shiying followed the direction of his finger and saw Feng Quan, who had been crippled by Xuan Yi. She was momentarily speechless.
"This..."
This was rather absurd!
"I am truly Feng Luan!" Nan Shiying said with earnestness.
The deputy general sneered again. A hint of mockery appeared on his stern, cold face. "Although your appearance is very similar to the Feng Luan I've heard of, Feng Luan was subjected to torture, which led the Regent to lead troops to attack the Ministry of Justice. Therefore, Feng Luan must be covered in wounds from being beaten. Look at yourself; you don't have a single scratch on you. If you're going to impersonate someone, at least do it convincingly. Do you really think I'm a fool?"
Nan Shiying pursed her lips, wanting to nod. This general had thick eyebrows and big eyes; how could he be so foolish?
"My lord, your insight is indeed like a torch!"
"Hmph!"
"You think you can fool me with this? Guards, apprehend her as well!"
The general with thick eyebrows and big eyes waved his hand. The armor plates on his arm clanked against his body armor, making a 'clang' sound. Nan Shiying fell silent again. Perhaps it was due to her "foolish filter," but even his imposing demeanor at this moment still gave her a sense of a fool in disguise.
"Don't make a move. I'll walk myself!"
Nan Shiying slightly raised her hand, indicating her full cooperation and that rough handling was unnecessary.
The general with thick eyebrows and big eyes snorted again. He did not resort to force. Two soldiers on either side of him flanked Feng Quan, carrying him out. The general waved his hand, and the soldiers surrounded Feng Quan and Nan Shiying, marching out of the prison in a throng.
Nan Shiying, walking behind the general, couldn't help but strike up a conversation. "My lord is mighty and extraordinary. May I ask which noble family you belong to?"
The general with thick eyebrows and big eyes glanced at her. The corners of his eyes turned upward, and his wide double eyelids could trap a fly. He snorted again, as if it were a habitual interjection before speaking. Nan Shiying understood this; after all, one couldn't argue with a fool.
"You don't need to try and curry favor with me. Your act of impersonating Feng Luan is already considered deceiving the emperor. As for how you will be dealt with and what the punishment will be, that is entirely up to His Majesty's imperial decision. If I were you, I would carefully consider what to say when you face the emperor shortly."
Nan Shiying: "..."
Nan Shiying turned to look at Feng Quan. Blood dripped from the tips of his toes, painting a long red line.
Nan Shiying turned back and looked at the foolish general with thick eyebrows and big eyes. After a two-second silence, she decided to keep quiet.
Escorted by the Xuanjia Army into the Heavenly Prison, the general went to the front hall to report.
"You mean someone impersonated Feng Luan?" Ji Hong took off his scale armor, the armor pressing painfully on his shoulders. He rotated his shoulder and, upon hearing this from Xuan Lin, his expression paused. He then walked to the desk, picked up a portrait, and unfolded it before Xuan Lin.
"Your Majesty, it is him!"
Xuan Lin pointed to the portrait and said, "It is he who impersonated Feng Luan!"
Ji Hong was silent for two seconds and then said in a low voice, "He is Feng Luan!"
Xuan Lin was momentarily silent. Although he didn't understand why Feng Luan hadn't been tortured, the moment he thought of the words he had just spoken, he felt terrible!
"So, Feng Luan was not tortured at all!" Ji Hong muttered to himself. His face changed repeatedly, and finally, he let out a laugh, laughing in his rage!
"Good, good, Ji Jin Mo, good, Feng Luan, this is truly excellent!"
He turned abruptly, his sleeve sweeping a teacup off the desk. The teacup fell, splashing tea everywhere, shards of porcelain scattering.
Although Xuan Lin didn't know why the Emperor was so angry, he immediately knelt on the ground. "Your Majesty, please calm your anger! Your Majesty must take care of your dragon body!!"