roccoschili Chapter 1291 Completely Pulled into Arms
Chapter 1291 Completely Pulled into Arms
Zhuang Yumian is definitely not a fool.
Instead, she is smart, sharp, and resilient.
As long as Concubine Zhuang is pointed in the right direction and asked to let go of her preconceived hatred towards her, she will definitely be able to follow the clues and discover the chilling truth behind Concubine Chun's "accidental" miscarriage.
And now, what Shen Zhinian has to do is to cleverly point out that direction for Concubine Zhuang.
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Deep in the Prince Jin’s Mansion, there is a secret room that is never open to outsiders.
There was a dim candlelight inside, and the air was filled with a strange smell mixed with old books and special medicinal herbs.
The bookshelves on all four walls were tall, but what was placed on them were not classics, history books, or collections of literature, but various maps, secret files, and some indescribable strange objects.
On the most conspicuous wall of the secret room, there is not a painting of landscape or tigers, but a carefully framed portrait of a woman.
The person in the painting is wearing palace clothing, which is extremely bright and gorgeous, but there is a kind of charm and aloof majesty between her eyebrows.
It was Shen Zhinian.
The King of Jin stood alone in front of the portrait, with his hands behind his back.
His usual gentle and smiling mask had long since fallen off, and his handsome face appeared somewhat distorted under the flickering candlelight. His eyes were fixed on the person in the painting, filled with an almost morbid obsession and... hatred.
This woman was like a poisonous flower on a mountain top. Clearly covered in thorns, cold and dangerous, yet she held a fatal attraction to him...
At every palace banquet, his eyes would always fall on her uncontrollably.
The more noble and cold she was, the more powerful she was, the more he longed to see her gorgeous palace dress torn to pieces and her charming eyes filled with tears of fear!
He wanted to see her fall heavily from the clouds and crawl in the mud at his feet!
"Shen Zhinian..."
Prince Jin practically gritted his teeth as he squeezed out the name, his voice low and hoarse, filled with possessiveness: "How long do you want me to wait?"
"I really want to take you away right now..."
He suddenly stretched out his hand, his fingertips touching the cheek of the figure in the painting, and then clenched it tightly. The veins on the back of his hand bulged, revealing the madness surging within the Prince of Jin, which he had to suppress forcefully.
He knew that before he truly sat on the supreme position, this goal would never be achieved in a short period of time.
Nangong Xuanyu protected Shen Zhinian as if she were the apple of her eye, and she herself was not a weak woman who could be bullied by others.
Now he does not have enough strength to forcibly pick this thorny rose.
But the more he suppressed it, the more that unbearable desire burned through Prince Jin's internal organs...
Since I can't completely possess or destroy her for the time being, then... if I could get closer, I could feel her aura in another identity, or even...
Maybe it can also quench your hunger and thirst a little?
Once this idea came into being, it grew like weeds.
Prince Jin turned abruptly, walked to the table, and pulled a hidden silk rope.
In just a moment, the secret door of the secret room slid open silently.
A woman in a gray robe, with a face so ordinary that she would be hard to find in a crowd, walked in with her head lowered and bowed respectfully: "This servant greets the prince."
It was Li Cairong who was proficient in the art of disguise.
Prince Jin didn't look at her, his gaze still gloomily fixed on the flickering candlelight. His voice was inarticulate, "Li Cairong, I want to ask you, how long are you going to make me wait for that permanent solution?!"
Long ago, Li Cairong had been able to disguise the Prince of Jin as Nangong Xuanyu, making it look real enough to fool those familiar with him.
But its biggest drawback is that it lasts only half an hour at most. Furthermore, the process is extremely painful and causes significant damage to the skin, so frequent use is not recommended.
Li Cairong lowered her head even further, her voice tinged with nervousness, "Your Highness, I have worked tirelessly day and night, repeatedly adjusting the prescription. Now... now, the newly developed ointment, combined with the technique, can extend the duration of the effect to an hour."
"An hour?"
Prince Jin turned around, his eyes sharp as a knife, and full of dissatisfaction: "What can you do in one hour?!"
"What this king wants is enough to allow him to act calmly, rather than in a hurry!"
Li Cairong felt the pressure from him and trembled slightly. She quickly said, "Your Highness, calm down!"
"The drug is potent. To prolong its effect, we need to use even more potent drugs to stimulate the skin, which is extremely risky. At best, the face will be damaged, and at worst... it could even be life-threatening!"
"This servant... This servant is also looking for a more reliable method."
Prince Jin's voice suddenly turned cold: "I don't care what method you use, I only want the result!"
"Li Cairong, my patience is limited. If you fail to produce something that satisfies me and prove your worth, then what's the point of me keeping you around?!"
The murderous intent in these words was undisguised.
Li Cairong was so frightened that she fell to her knees with a thud, her voice trembling: "I understand!"
"I will do my utmost to develop a more effective and reliable disguise technique as soon as possible! Please, Your Highness, give me some more time!"
The King of Jin waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away a fly: "Go down."
"Slave, please leave!"
Li Cairong was as if pardoned. She crawled back, her back soaked with cold sweat.
Because she knew that King Jin was definitely not joking.
Silence returned to the secret room.
The King of Jin's irritability was not relieved by scolding Li Cairong.
He has so much to do, but not enough people to use.
Prince Jin pondered for a moment, then asked into the darkness, "Where's Liu Shixiu? What has he been doing these days?"
A dark figure appeared silently in the corner like a ghost, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, Liu Shixiu has been secretly contacting his old subordinates recently. Most of them are low-ranking officers in the army from the former Duke Dingguo Mansion, or soldiers who are dissatisfied with the current situation in the court."
"He seems to want to gather a new team."
King Jin sneered, his tone full of disdain: "You are a lost dog, yet you still don't give up."
"With his current status, how can he possibly form a decent team? They're just a bunch of ragtag bunches."
At this point, King Jin's eyes were dark and unfathomable. "I will only give him one last chance. If the pledge he brings next time is still just some insignificant information and doesn't show sufficient value..."
Prince Jin didn't finish his words, but a cold murderous intent already emanated from his tone.
The black shadow understood and whispered, "I understand!"
Prince Jin said nothing more, but turned his gaze back to the portrait on the wall, his fingertips unconsciously stroking a warm Hetian jade ring.
He must be more patient in order to completely pull the bright moon high in the sky into his arms!
The candlelight in the secret room flickered, casting the lonely figure of King Jin on the cold wall, bright and dim, just like his unfathomable emotions at the moment.