It was different from the gentle kiss in the past, and it was also different from the shallow kiss Shen Yijia had when she was drunk. This kiss was domineering and invasive, but it also seemed to be suppressing something.
Shen Yijia was in a daze from the kiss. Her vision gradually blurred, and her face turned red from a lack of breath. Suddenly, he placed his hand on her waist. Shen Yijia’s heart tightened.
Song Jingchen suddenly stopped and looked up at her. He planted another kiss on her lips and sighed. “Silly girl, you don’t even know how to breathe.”
Shen Yijia’s lips were still a little numb. She couldn’t say what she felt, but her heart was beating a little fast, as if it would jump out of her throat in the next second. Hearing this, she snorted. “If you don’t teach me, how would I know? It’s not like I can practice with someone els-”
Before she could finish her sentence, her mouth was blocked again. This time, Song Jingchen only bit her lips as a punishment before stopping. “I won’t allow it.”
Shen Yijia was stunned. It took her a long time to realize that he was saying that no one was allowed to teach her. She chuckled and hooked her arms around Song Jingchen’s neck. She raised her head and kissed the corner of his lips. “Alright. You’re not allowed to teach anyone else either.”
Song Jingchen imitated her and planted a kiss on her forehead. He said dotingly, “No, I’ll only teach you.”
The two of them kissed each other. After a while, Shen Yijia fell asleep.
Song Jingchen reached out and took out the sachet under her pillow and sighed.
He lifted the blanket and went out to take a cold shower. When he returned, he took out a set of black casual clothes from the closet and changed into them.
Just as he was about to leave, he stopped and turned around. He walked to the bed and placed a letter beside Shen Yijia’s pillow. Looking at Shen Yijia’s sleeping face, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead. He said softly, “Wait for me.”
With that, he left without looking back. When he passed by the front yard, Furball looked straight at him with its dark eyes. Song Jingchen glanced at it fiercely, and Furball immediately made way for him.
Furball seemed to be thinking to itself. “Master, your husband is too scary. I can’t help you!”
Under the cover of the night, Song Jingchen quietly arrived at the entrance of Xiagou Village. There was a person and two horses waiting there.
“Master,” South Wind called out, cupping his hands.
Song Jingchen nodded and took the reins from him. He got on the horse and looked back at the village. “Let’s go.”
South Wind quickly mounted his horse and followed.
The two horses galloped forward. Suddenly, Song Jingchen pulled the reins and narrowed his eyes at the oncoming carriage.
Fan Mingyuan alighted from the carriage in a sorry state and heaved a sigh of relief. He had made it on time.
“Let’s talk,” he said.
Song Jingchen frowned and dismounted.
The two of them walked to the side. Fan Mingyuan was the first to speak. “I guessed that the masked man was you that day.”
What he meant was that he had long known that Song Jingchen’s legs had recovered, but he didn’t expose him.
Song Jingchen said, “So what?”
If Fan Mingyuan insisted on ruining his plans, he didn’t mind silencing him.
Fan Mingyuan saw the killing intent in his eyes and smiled bitterly. He suddenly lifted his robe and knelt down, kowtowing to Song Jingchen.
Song Jingchen frowned, thinking that Fan Mingyuan was here to ask him for another favor. His gaze became colder.
“The first kowtow is for the old master. If he hadn’t brought me back to the residence, I wouldn’t be where I am today.”
After saying that, he leaned over and kowtowed again. “The second one is for Teacher. I’m arrogant, conceited, and have let him down.”
He kowtowed again. “The last one is for you. I turned a blind eye when you needed me the most. For the sake of justice in my eyes, I even ignored your situation and asked so much of you. I’ve let down the old master and my teacher.”
Song Jingchen looked at him and didn’t say anything. Fan Mingyuan didn’t seem to care. After kowtowing, he got up and patted the dirt off his clothes. He exhaled and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll help you guard the house.”
After a long time, Song Jingchen said, “Thank you.”
He turned around and left.
Looking at the figure disappearing into the night, Fan Mingyuan rubbed his swollen head. After receiving the news, he guessed that Song Jingchen wouldn’t ignore it. He had rushed over overnight to give him peace of mind.
In the capital city.
“Why did you suddenly change your mind?” A middle-aged man in a black robe suppressed the anger in his heart and asked in a low voice.
A handsome man pushed the brewed tea towards the middle-aged man and said unhurriedly, “He still has what I want.”
The middle-aged man took a deep breath, helpless against his calm personality. He picked up his teacup and took a sip. He softened his tone and said, “Do you think you can stop him by stopping the messenger pigeon?”
“No.” The handsome man raised his eyebrows. “I can’t stop them. It should be enough to stall for time. I only want a person’s life, not the destruction of Great Xia.”
“Since you knew that his legs had recovered, you shouldn’t have…”
“I only suspected it previously. Besides, if he doesn’t make a move, how can I find what I want?” The handsome man refilled his cup of tea. “Don’t worry, I won’t forget about my mother’s grievances. None of them can escape.”
“Hong’er, you…” The middle-aged man paused and sighed.” It’s good that you didn’t forget. ”
The handsome man picked up a handkerchief and wiped his slender fingers. “You should go back. After all, this is Great Xia.”
“I’ll leave tonight.” As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, neither of them spoke again.
There was a moment of silence.
“Hubby!” Shen Yijia woke up from her sleep and quickly turned to look beside her. There was no one there.
Her eyes narrowed. She lifted the blanket and got out of bed, glancing at the letter beside her. She frowned and picked it up, only to see four words on the envelope: “For my beloved wife.”
Thinking of Shopkeeper Wang’s arrival in the afternoon and Song Jingchen’s abnormality, Shen Yijia had a guess. She pursed her lips and tears fell uncontrollably.
Ever since she transmigrated here, she had never been separated from Song Jingchen. At the thought that she might not see her beautiful husband for a long time, she felt terrible.
Tears rolled down her cheeks and splashed on the envelope. Soon, the words started to blur.
Shen Yijia’s heart tightened. She quickly took the letter away and wiped her face with her hand. The more she wiped the word, the more blurry it became. Looking at the almost unrecognizable word, she hiccuped and pouted. She wanted to cry again.
Sniffling, she slowly opened the envelope and pulled out the letter.
“Jiajia, my wife.
“The Crown Prince is in trouble. I have no choice but to go. I hope you can forgive me.”
“You have to take care of the family matters.”
“After I save the Crown Prince, you can do whatever you want to me.”
“From your husband.”
It was as she had thought. Thinking of something, Shen Yijia quickly ran out and went straight to Madam Li’s room. From afar, she saw that the light in her room was still on.
As soon as Shen Yijia approached, the door opened. Madam Li saw that her eyes were red and sighed. She took her hand and led her into the room.
“Mother…” Shen Yijia had many questions, but the one she wanted to ask the most was where Song Jingchen was.
There was a moment of silence.