Tangli Fried Snow

"Madam said she wants to keep me by your side as a concubine," Bai Yun said shyly, her eyes filled with undisguised affection, displaying a captivating posture of being at his mercy.

Jin Cheng smiled gently, squeezed her hand tightly, and said softly, "I have official duties to attend to today. I need to go to the prison to interrogate an important prisoner later. This was specially instructed by the Empress."

His eyes shone brightly, their tenderness irresistible.

"I can't be with you today. You stay here and wait for me. I'll come back to be with you tomorrow."

She had a hundred ways to keep him, but at this moment she seemed to be bewitched by him and couldn't use any of them.

After Jin Cheng finished speaking, he kissed her smooth face again, and looked at her with affection in his handsome eyes for a while, until she felt weak all over. She really wanted to fall into his arms. He filled her heart with hope and vitality, and happiness and joy filled her heart, which had been roughened by life.

After whispering for a while and putting on a romantic show of affection, the man finally left the room.

Lost in thought, he unknowingly rode his horse out of the manor. What was the background of that princess who looked exactly like Xue Li? Where did Duan Jingyu send Xue Li? Should he keep Bai Yun at home or try to get rid of her? ...

Seeing that he was absent-minded, Hu Sihai asked him, "Where are you going, Second Master, so late?"

Who am I? What am I doing? Where am I going?

Jin Cheng was hit by a cold wind for a while, and only after he came to his senses did he say, "To the jail!"

He regretted it as soon as he finished speaking. Why was he going to interrogate a prisoner in the middle of the night?

It was originally just an excuse to brush off Baiyun. The little palace maid couldn't escape, so there was no need to interrogate her overnight. Let her stay in the jail for one night. With her small frame, a series of interrogations and intimidation tomorrow would surely make her confess.

Jin Cheng was about to rein in his horse and turn back. But then he thought again. If he went back to his own courtyard now, he would be bothered by Bai Yun again. If he didn't sleep with her tonight, the people in the courtyard would report to his mother. His mother would then suspect Bai Yun's identity, investigate her, and question his relationship with her, which would cause unnecessary trouble.

Since we're almost at the prison, and we're already here, we might as well reluctantly interrogate that little palace maid.

. . . .

Sydney was locked up for a long time.

This was clearly an unregulated prison, filthy, dark, and reeking of a foul stench. It seemed to be used to interrogate enemy spies, and the sounds of prisoners groaning in pain could be heard from time to time. She was locked up inside and no one had ever cared for her. She dared not call out to anyone and could only wait here obediently.

The cell was filthy, messy, cold, and damp. Although there was food and clothing, she wasn't cold or hungry, but blood was still streaming down her face and head. She had been locked up in the cell all day, covered in filth, and as night approached, she couldn't sleep. Her head was throbbing, and that bastard still hadn't come. She was extremely anxious and angry, and really wanted to cry.

Jin Cheng strode into the prison with his head held high. When Xue Li saw that it was him, she finally couldn't help but burst into tears.

Everything around her lost its color and sound, as if she were in a nightmare. All she could see was the man's handsome face, like that of a god. Shirley knelt on the ground, looking up at him. It was as if a beam of light shone on his face. He looked a bit like Jo In-sung at the peak of his handsomeness, and a little like Hyun Bin. In any case, he was incredibly handsome.

She cried so bitterly and loudly that the overwhelming sorrow and grievances threatened to drown her.

Who is talking to her?

The cell door was opened, and she had no idea what was going to happen next. The sound of wind rushing past her ears made her think, in a daze, that he was coming to marry her on a white horse, dressed in a bright red wedding gown.

She was carried in someone's arms to a large courtyard, where warm water submerged her.

"My dear Sherry... my darling Sherry..." he seemed to be calling her.

A wave of bittersweet emotions welled up in Sherry's heart.

She felt a pang of panic. Why did she feel so weak, pitiful, and helpless? Deep down, she longed for this man to love her, save her, and marry her.

If that's the case, then why did she run away in the first place?

Could it be...?

Could it be that the answer was that she had fallen in love with this brat?

Even though this feeling was so complicated, she had suppressed it deep in her heart until now, when it finally burst forth.

impossible! This is absolutely impossible!

She submerged her head completely underwater, and the surroundings became silent. She kept examining her own heart.

Who told you to keep living in the past with the mind of a modern person? Who told you to keep blinding yourself? Who told you to never have the courage to look at your true self?

If I really fall in love with Jin Cheng, then what does all this running around for the past few months mean?

Is this a punishment for what you brought upon yourself?

Punish me for being so beautiful, punish me for being so naive, punish me for being so tormented by love, punish me for being born a human.

Since you are not an immortal, you are bound to have impure thoughts. Why bother struggling and getting entangled with your own heart and desires?

You are nothing more than a wandering soul reborn in a beautiful body, so why torture yourself, why suffer, why be conflicted?

No tears could be seen in the water. All her courage and confidence, as well as the pride of having possessed the wisdom of two lifetimes, seemed to have sunk to the bottom of the water along with the love in her heart, leaving only a heart-wrenching pain.

With a splash, a hot body slid into the water.

His large hand caressed her smooth and delicate body.

He grabbed her and pulled her up, their heads bobbing above the water. Water droplets cascaded down their heads like a small waterfall. He smiled as he wiped away the pretense from her face. One step at a time, like peeling an egg, until the shell was completely removed, revealing her smooth skin from head to toe.

"why are you crying?"

She couldn't answer him. Only the love in her eyes and the torrent of tears answered him.

He gently wiped away her tears with his hand, and kissed them with his hot red lips, but the hot tears flowed even more and more fiercely.

Two bodies of vastly different colors were intertwined, entwined without restraint. It was unclear who kissed whom first; the two were coiled together like serpents.

So her words and her tears were drowned in his passionate kiss. Their lips and teeth intertwined, she couldn't breathe, her mind went blank, and everything in the world turned into his ardent and tender kiss.

At first it was in the water, then on the tatami mat, and later on the bed.

His handsome face shone with an unusual radiance due to lust, while her body gradually emitted a rich fragrance, a fragrance mixed with sweat and the intense scent of lovemaking, filling the entire room and both of their hearts.

His phoenix eyes were fixed on her. She was so crazy that he could see every part of her body, inside and out, her words and movements, clearly.

Her soft red lips kissed and licked the pink scars on his muscular body, making the man, who had been about to retreat, tremble all over.

His muscular body pressed her down again, his bronze skin covered in kisses and scratches, rolling towards her with boundless heat.

She felt as if she were flying, or as if she were floating in a hot spring. Everything before her eyes blurred, and the only things she could perceive were his hands, his lips, and his perfect and fiery treasure inside her body.

She murmured softly, her face flushed crimson, but her watery eyes met his gaze without flinching. She had never shown such genuine emotion since they had met.

Finally, the storm subsided, but the two were still entangled together.

She looked into his eyes, asking her heart again and again, "Do you love him? Do you love him?"

Finally, unable to contain the surging love in her heart, she spoke in a hoarse voice, "Jin Cheng, I love you..."

A strange emotion welled up in the man's heart. Her words made him feel intoxicated and soft-hearted. In his daze, he felt as if he were in a desert and saw thousands of flowers breaking through the soil at the same time.

He was like a lazy, large cat, lying on his side with extreme elegance. Hearing her heartfelt confession, a subtle feeling flowed through his body, and every hair on his body stood on end as if static electricity had struck. His mood was as comfortable as if a spring breeze had blown by him, and a smug smile crept onto his face. He gently stroked her waist, looked at her bright red lips that seemed to bloom with love, and meowed, "I knew it all along."

That idiot, how could he possibly know?

She loved him so purely.

She buried her head in his chest, her heart burning with passion and sincerity, whispering sweet nothings over and over again. It was a beautiful moment when time seemed to stand still and the stars seemed to stop flowing.

Until they both fell into a sweet, deep sleep.