Chapter 38: Chinese Medicine

The black-clad men realized Jiang Huaiyue didn’t know martial arts, so they all targeted her.

Fuyao was protecting her alone, and along with Qiuchan, they were gradually becoming overwhelmed.

Just then, someone attacked from the side wielding a sword. Jiang Huaiyue ducked quickly to avoid it.

In the next moment, the attacker swung back, and she instinctively closed her eyes.

A cold, fragrant scent wafted over as she was pulled into an embrace. Raising her eyes, she saw Pei Ji’s sharply defined profile. He swung his sword, slaying the black-clad men.

Wasn’t he always hating her? Why would he save her?

While she was lost in thought, Pei Ji was cut on the arm by a black-clad man while protecting her.

Strangely, after he was injured, the black-clad men stopped fighting and all turned to flee, disappearing into the forest in an instant.

“Mo Ying, send someone to pursue them,” Pei Ji threw down his sword and coldly said as he released Jiang Huaiyue from his arms.

Mo Ying, holding his sword, cupped his hands: “Yes.”

Jiang Huaiyue saw his arm stained with blood and asked, “You’re hurt?”

Pei Ji glanced at her, then looked down at his arm: “It’s nothing.”

He took a couple of steps, but suddenly felt dizzy. He staggered. Jiang Huaiyue, being closest, quickly reached out to support him.

“Prince, are you alright?” Jiang Huaiyue looked at him with concern.

Pei Ji’s gaze fixated on Jiang Huaiyue’s lips as she spoke. Suddenly, a burning heat surged in his chest.

Realizing something, his expression darkened: “Fuyao, go get Song Ke.”

“Yes.” Fuyao didn’t dare delay after hearing the name and immediately used lightness skills to leave.

Pei Ji pushed Jiang Huaiyue aside: “Mo Ying, help me inside.”

Mo Ying stepped forward to support Pei Ji as they went inside. Jiang Huaiyue, confused about being pushed away, still worried that he was hurt while protecting her, followed closely.

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Reaching the bamboo hut, Mo Ying helped Pei Ji inside. Jiang Huaiyue hadn’t entered yet when the door suddenly slammed shut.

She nearly bumped into the door and hurriedly stopped.

What’s going on? The injury didn’t look severe. Why such a strong reaction? Could the sword have been poisoned?

Inside, Pei Ji leaned against the bamboo bed, his handsome face flushing red. Fine sweat dripped down his forehead. He was using internal energy to resist the medicine’s effects, but they were worsening.

“Prince, what’s happening to you…?”

Seeing his symptoms, Mo Ying thought it looked like some kind of poison.

“Out,” Pei Ji clenched his fists and bent over the bed, breathing heavily.

He hadn’t expected Jiang Jingchen to resort to such vile tactics, poisoning the sword. No wonder the black-clad men retreated after seeing him wounded.

Mo Ying didn’t dare delay. At the door, he hesitated: “Prince, maybe we should let the princess in.”

She’s related anyway. Maybe having her there will help break the poison.

“Get out!” Pei Ji gritted his teeth and barked coldly.

Mo Ying opened the door and left.

Jiang Huaiyue saw him come out and called out: “Prince, are you okay?”

Meeting her questioning gaze, Mo Ying considered and said, “The princess will know once she goes in.”

Hearing this, Jiang Huaiyue felt uneasy and pinched her hand: “Let’s wait until the doctor arrives.”

Mo Ying took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and shoved Jiang Huaiyue inside.

Before she could react, the door was closed behind her. She knocked on it: “Mo Ying, what are you doing? Open the door!”

What’s going on? Why lock her in? Would she really be able to help Pei Ji get better by coming in?

“Princess, the prince was poisoned saving you, so you should help him,” Mo Ying closed the door and then knocked out the protesting Qiuchan with a karate chop.

He thought silently, “Even if Your Highness blames me, I must do this.”

“Got caught?” Jiang Huaiyue murmured softly, puzzled about what he meant.

Before she could figure it out, a sudden force hit her, and she was pinned against the door.

Raising her eyes, she met a pair of blood-red eyes. The grip around her waist tightened, cutting off all her breath.

“Mm—Pei—” Jiang Huaiyue struggled to push him away, but her efforts were like tickling to Pei Ji.

Pei Ji, tormented nearly to breaking by the drug’s effect, now wanted even more.

Seeing Jiang Huaiyue resisting, he grabbed her chin and forced her lips open.

The kiss pressed upon her was fierce and forceful. Jiang Huaiyue guessed he must have been affected by some aphrodisiac drug, but how could he have taken medicine? Could it be from the sword wound?

Thinking this, she twitched the corner of her mouth. Who would smear such a drug on a sword? Usually, it’s poison.

“Mmm~” Pei Ji controlled Jiang Huaiyue like kneading dough. A soft hum escaped her lips as she struggled harder.

Although he did it to save her, she didn’t want to become his cure.

To wake him up, Jiang Huaiyue bit his tongue sharply when he leaned in again.

Pei Ji breathed heavily, dark thoughts swirling in his eyes.

The person before him had red-rimmed eyes, seductive as silk, with fair skin smooth as warm jade, every part tempting him.

“Unwilling?” His voice was hoarse, his gaze deep.

Jiang Huaiyue lowered her eyes. She disliked him, so of course she was unwilling.

“Prince, Fuyue has gone to fetch the doctor. Please hold on a little longer.”

Pei Ji curled his lips, sensing her thoughts. A flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes: “Since you married me, in life you belong to me, in death you’re my ghost.”

Jiang Huaiyue couldn’t help but sneer coldly. Now that she was married to him, she wondered who it was that said she was unworthy on their wedding night.

“Prince, this medicine doesn’t have to be cured only through intercourse; you can cure yourself.”

Anyway, she didn’t want to be his cure. When she was poisoned before, he didn’t even try to save her. Besides, he even wanted to throw her to another man.

“You said you liked me,” he said as he pressed her body tighter to his and kissed her again.

She was just a woman. If he wanted her, he would have her. No need to care about anything else.

Jiang Huaiyue’s eyes tightened. She turned her head to avoid him but was held even tighter.

Helpless, she kicked out, but Pei Ji grabbed her leg and wrapped it around his waist.

Seeing her so unwilling under him, his anger grew. He held her close and moved toward the bed.

“Pei Ji, let me go! You can have as many women as you want. I’ll find them for you!”

Jiang Huaiyue resisted with all her might, her eyes red with anger.

But the difference in strength between men and women was too great. She couldn’t push him away.

“Isn’t this what the princess and your imperial brother have always wanted?” Pei Ji used his inner strength to pull aside her clothes and buried his head.

A tear slid from Jiang Huaiyue’s eye. The pain in her body scraped sharply against the man’s shoulder.

“It hurts—”

Veins bulged on Pei Ji’s temple. The woman’s coquettish voice entered his ears, combined with the drug’s effect in his body, making him lose all reason.

Outside the room.

When Fuyue brought Song Ke rushing over, they saw Mo Ying hiding far away and Qiuchan asleep, lying face down on the stone table in the courtyard.

She dropped the person in her arms: “Where is the prince?”

“In there, not needed for now,” Mo Ying said calmly, rubbing his nose.

Song Ke smoothed out his wrinkled clothes and, hearing their conversation, complained: “Then why did you drag me here?”

He was busy preparing medicine but was dragged here by Fuyue in such a rush. On the way, he thought something serious must have happened.