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The atmosphere was the most terrifying of all. Mei Shuang felt a deep sense of unease, but she thought to herself that as long as the emperor didn't speak up, how would anyone else know?
With her thoughts settled, she hesitantly whispered, "No..."
"Good, Miss Mei Shuang. If you utter even half a lie today, I will deal with you..." Nangong Nuo raised his other hand and brushed aside a strand of hair from Mei Shuang's forehead, a wicked smile curling at the corners of his lips.
Mei Shuang's heart sank; an image flashed in her mind of Kuranami Miyako by the river, blood gushing from the throat of a coachman he had just slain. A chill ran down her spine, and she stammered, "Wh-what should I do?"
"Don't worry about it for now, Miss Mei Shuang. Come, take a look at this."
As he spoke, Nangong Nuo's hand suddenly moved downward. Before Mei Shuang could react, she felt the hem of her clothing being lifted. A cool breeze brushed against her skin, causing her body to tense up. Then, Nangong Nuo revealed a white silk ribbon in his hand.
Mei Shuang's face first turned pale and then flushed crimson as a burning sensation spread throughout her body.
Oh no! In my haste to return, I changed out of my male attire and completely forgot about this thing. To make my disguise more convincing, I had wrapped my chest tightly. How did Nangong Nuo find out?
Now, with the ribbon in Nangong Nuo's hand, Mei Shuang felt as if she were being stripped bare; the coolness spread rapidly to her limbs.
Under Nangong Nuo's meaningful gaze, she was on the verge of anger and embarrassment. This was an invasion of privacy that was far too direct. She reached out to snatch it back, but Nangong Nuo would not give her the chance. With a swift motion of his arm, the ribbon—still warm from Mei Shuang's body—floated away like a white butterfly toward the corner of the room.
"Miss Mei Shuang, why don't you explain to me what this is all about?" Nangong Nuo's leisurely tone pulled Mei Shuang's attention back. "You can just stroll out and end up in a brothel?"
Mei Shuang was left speechless and still processing what had just happened when she suddenly felt lighter. In a surreal flash, she found herself lying on the bed.
The sudden weight on top of her forced her to confront a harsh reality: Nangong Nuo was indeed serious about dealing with her.
Before she could resist, Nangong Nuo had already pressed both of her unruly arms down onto her head. In an instant, Mei Shuang felt like a piece of meat on a chopping board.
Nangong Nuo's face was clouded with cold fury that seemed capable of dripping water. "With just two thousand taels in silver notes, you think you can swagger around as if you can escape far? Miaochun Tower would have spent that in no time!"
Mei Shuang gritted her teeth, realizing that this person truly understood the situation regarding Miaochun Tower. "Can't you just return it?"
"No need to return it," Nangong Nuo said, his eyes filled with spring warmth. "After tonight, we will be family, so what’s there to return?"
Mei Shuang was taken aback, and then her cherry lips were firmly sealed.
His cool, thin lips carried a faint minty scent and a strong masculine aura. As their lips intertwined, she found herself unable to take the initiative. She twisted her body desperately, but it only intensified the heat between them. Mei Shuang confirmed that her struggles were exhausting, unrelated to any romantic feelings.
However, it was evident that Nangong Nuo's body seemed even hotter than hers. At that moment, Mei Shuang could hear the rapid breaths escaping from Nangong Nuo's nostrils; the close contact made it difficult for her to breathe.
Oxygen was clearly running low, and Mei Shuang could only struggle as if she were on the brink of death, trying to lift her leg in an attempt to shake off the weight on her.
Controlling Mei Shuang's resistance, Nangong Nuo pressed down with his long leg, rendering her immobile. His other hand directly reached for the clasp of her front garment, too lazy to unfasten it properly; he simply tore it open.
Then, her snow-white chest was exposed to the cool air without any obstruction. Nangong Nuo finally released her mouth from his grasp. Amidst Mei Shuang's startled cries, he unabashedly placed his large hand over the dazzling softness illuminated by candlelight...
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Across the street at Jin Ji Tea House, which operated twenty-four hours a day, despite it being nearly four in the morning, the place was still bustling with noise and activity. The tea house was located near theaters and brothels and had an elegant atmosphere with live music playing late into the night, making it a favorite spot for both locals and traveling merchants.
At this moment, in a seat on the second floor near the street, a man dressed in dark clothing with a hat obscuring his face was leisurely sipping tea while his sharp gaze occasionally darted toward the inn.
Although the man's appearance was peculiar, such sights were not uncommon in a tea house that welcomed guests from all directions. People from all walks of life came through; in winter, one might see someone wearing a hat or even someone wrapped in a scarf during summer. Perhaps this person had some defect; either way, it was better not to scare anyone.
Outside, the sound of dripping water echoed as it neared four o'clock.
The man looked out; the faint moonlight illuminated the freshly melted snow on the ground. The wide stone-paved road reflected the glow of lanterns, shimmering with colorful hues.
The inn across the street still had candlelight flickering inside.
For a moment, he felt a surge of anxiety.
After following for so long, he hadn't found an opportunity to act; this might be his only chance.
A cold, beautiful face flashed through his mind, and in those icy eyes, he could see evident disappointment.
He lowered his gaze, unconsciously tightening his grip on the wine glass, but another vivid and charming face appeared before him. In the snow, those striking black-and-white eyes were watching him with trust that was devoid of any scheming or defenses. She was focused intently around the stove, her demeanor drawing attention...
In an instant, he felt a bit dazed. Suddenly, something flashed past his line of sight.
He snapped back to reality and shifted his gaze outside. Sure enough, with his keen eyesight, he spotted a figure blending into the night like a butterfly landing on the roof of the inn across the street.
What skill!
He silently praised but soon realized that the shadow moved quickly after landing, clearly heading straight for the room where the candlelight was still shining.
He froze for a moment, suddenly understanding something, and his heart sank.
He took out some silver coins and placed them on the table before hastily heading downstairs. By the time he looked toward the inn again, the original shadow had already vanished. The room that had been lit by candlelight had gone dark just as he descended.
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Mei Shuang was almost overwhelmed by Nangong Nuo when an unexpected event occurred.
Nangong Nuo's warm palm rested on her ample chest. She shivered and was about to scream for help when Nangong Nuo's suddenly low voice commanded her to "stay still," effectively silencing her.
Nangong Nuo's body suddenly stiffened, and as her gaze shifted, she dared not move.
Then, she raised her head, extinguished the candlelight, and rolled over to embrace Mei Shuang.
Mei Shuang was momentarily disoriented as she was lifted off the ground. Once she regained her senses and caught a glimpse of the faint light outside, she saw the spot where Nangong Nuo had nearly harmed her, with three gleaming darts firmly embedded in it, aligned in a straight line.
Startled, her body trembled, and she clutched Nangong Nuo's sturdy waist tightly, her small face turning pale.
In the dark corner by the wall, Nangong Nuo glanced around and listened intently. A knowing cold smile appeared at the corner of his lips as he reassured the trembling Mei Shuang with a gesture that meant not to be afraid; he would go check things out.
In her panic, Mei Shuang could not comprehend Nangong Nuo's intentions and clung to him even more tightly.
The situation was clear: if it weren't for Nangong Nuo's swift intervention to save her at this moment, her life would likely have already come to an end.
Mei Shuang had completely forgotten that she was disheveled at that moment. Hiding in Nangong Nuo's embrace, her ample chest created a deep valley that even in the darkness was discernible by its glimmering outline. Her slight shivers and heavy breaths caused her chest to rise and fall, which even someone as oblivious as Nangong Nuo could hardly resist.
He lowered his head, his gaze fixated on that alluring valley. Instantly feeling warmth in his lower abdomen, he thought, what does it matter if there are assassins outside? He should indulge himself first.
However, it seemed the assassins were not willing to back down just yet.
After a short while, there was a faint sound from the long window. Although the noise was barely audible, to Mei Shuang's ears—on high alert—it was akin to a thunderclap. She hurriedly pushed against Nangong Nuo, whose thoughts had turned lewd.
Nangong Nuo halted his teasing actions, tightening his embrace around Mei Shuang's arm slightly while raising his gaze toward the long window.
Mei Shuang pressed tightly against Nangong Nuo's solid chest, fearing that a terrifying creature resembling a skeleton might appear at any moment from that window. Her heart raced so fast she felt it might leap out of her chest; she buried her head into Nangong Nuo's embrace instead.
This version of Mei Shuang was clearly much cuter than the one who had been struggling just moments ago. Strands of her long hair brushed against Nangong Nuo's neck, causing him to feel a tickle, while the fragrance from her hair made him somewhat intoxicated.
Under the intimidation of the three darts just thrown, Mei Shuang absolutely did not believe that the sound earlier was merely caused by the wind rustling through the grass. It was just that Nangong Nuo remained still, which made her very uneasy. Anxious and scared, she murmured, "Are you really going to be okay?"
Nangong Nuo raised an eyebrow, finding it amusing that Mei Shuang, who looked as if she had been through a sieve, was so flustered. She lowered her gaze and replied ambiguously in a voice they both could hear, "Did you not experience it just now?"
"......"
What time is it to still be joking around? Mei Shuang was taken aback, her face flushed as she cursed inwardly.
After a sound from the long window, the person outside clearly felt relieved. Steadying himself, he cursed inwardly, "Scoundrels," before leaping down.
The darts had confirmed that the man would either be dead or severely injured, and the remaining woman should be easy to deal with.
However, when he saw that the light inside the window was completely gone, his heart skipped a beat. After hesitating for a moment, he gently lifted the long window with the tip of his knife. Just as he was about to leap inside, he suddenly felt a numbness in his right wrist holding the knife. The sharp blade fell to the ground as he realized something was wrong. In a panic, he jumped up and fled.
The sound of the falling knife alerted the patrolling guards, who then spotted the fleeing assassin.
When one of the guards chasing after the assassin was struck down by a copper coin, the assassin finally caught his breath and disappeared into the night.
At a corner, he stopped to tear off a piece of his clothing and bind it around the wound on his arm that had been pierced by the guard's sword. As he pulled off the black veil covering his face, his delicate features revealed a pair of beautiful eyes filled with resentment. Coldly, he said, "It was you just now, wasn't it? You truly are disappointing!"
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