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As soon as she turned around, Song Qingqian bumped into a hard chest. The familiar scent of pine and cypress filled her nostrils, and she knew who it was without even looking up.

Lu Jingchuan tightened his grip on her waist and whispered in her ear with a chuckle, "Qianqian, isn't this a bit too much?"

The thought of the three men inside made Lu Jingchuan's head feel like it was about to explode...

Song Qingqian raised an eyebrow and smiled, gently circling her fingers on his chest, pouting and saying coquettishly:

"Was it excessive? I didn't think so. Isn't this exactly what they wanted? I'm just doing them a favor!"

"What a wonderful act of helping others achieve their goals!"

Lu Jingchuan chuckled softly, blew a warm breath into her ear, and whispered suggestively:

"Then, Qianqian, could you please allow your husband to do me this favor? I would be more than happy to do so!"

Song Qingqian's heart clenched and quickened involuntarily. She tried to push Lu Jingchuan away, but he held her tightly and she couldn't move.

"Dream on! Let go! This is a corridor, what if someone comes out? Have you lost all shame, you former war god general?"

"Qianqian is right, this place is indeed not a good place to continue!"

As Lu Jingchuan spoke, he picked her up and pushed open the door to the room next to Lu Yunqi's.

"Lu Jingchuan, what are you doing? Put me down right now..."

Song Qingqian gasped in surprise and spoke in a low voice, fearing that she would be thrown to the ground in the next second.

This...this room is empty, isn't it? When did Lu Jingchuan book it? He's definitely up to no good.

As soon as the door closed, Lu Jingchuan pinned Song Qingqian against the wall. His breath was unsteady as he cupped Song Qingqian's face in his hands and murmured softly:

"Qianqian, I miss you so much..."

"Lu Jingchuan, you...you let me go, your poison has flared up..."

Song Qingqian touched his burning skin beneath his outer robe and said, "Let me go, and I'll give you some suppressant."

"I want Qianqian without taking the suppressant!"

As Lu Jingchuan spoke, he kissed her forcefully. Song Qingqian immediately turned her face away, and the kiss landed on her ear, causing her to lose her breath.

The burning kiss moved from her ear to her neck, and Song Qingqian felt her brain explode, her body going limp...

“Lu Jingchuan, I don’t want to get close to a Gu worm that can be manipulated by others. If you dare to force me, I will make sure you can never use this right for the rest of your life.”

Lu Jingchuan looked up somewhat blankly, took a deep breath, and said, "Qianqian, I'm sorry, I was just feeling dizzy..."

"What about the inhibitor? I'll drink it!"

"Go sit down on a chair first."

Song Qingqian looked at him warily. His willpower was not bad, but it needed to be tested.

She took a bottle of the inhibitor she had ordered last time from her spatial storage and handed it to him, which Lu Jingchuan drank in one gulp.

After a short while, the feeling of being devoured by thousands of ants gradually dissipated, replaced by a bone-chilling sensation that spread from the heart to every part of the body...

Song Qingqian observed his expression and, after confirming that he was alright, said, "It's getting late, you should rest, I have to go back."

"Qianqian..."

Lu Jingchuan reached out and grabbed her, pulling her tightly into his arms and whispering:

"Qianqian, can you stay with me for a while? I have something I want to tell you."

"What's the matter?"

Song Qingqian didn't struggle and sat on his lap, whispering.

"It's about Xuan Yuanxue. Bei Chu has found out her identity."

"Then come and listen."

Lu Jingchuan told her everything he knew, down to the smallest detail.

Song Qingqian was shocked. It turned out to be the seventh princess of Dongling Kingdom, even more noble than she had imagined.

"Is there any news about Xuanyuan Jing?"

Lu Jingchuan shook his head: "The struggle for imperial power has always been a matter of life and death. The two siblings were tricked. Someone wanted to take this opportunity to get rid of the eldest prince."

"Alright, we can't help with anything else, but we can ensure Xuan Yuanxue's safety. We hope she can return to Dongling Kingdom safely."

As Song Qingqian spoke, she began to sigh. So many princesses were victims of the interests of imperial power. Of Xuan Yuanxue's five older sisters, three were sent to marry foreign rulers, and two married ministers.

She escaped this ordeal temporarily because of two reasons: poor health and the fact that she had just come of age. But who could have predicted what would happen next?

"Although they are not siblings, the eldest prince treated her very well."

"No!"

Lu Jingchuan corrected, "Xuanyuan Xue's illness was caused by saving Xuanyuan Jing when he was young. He is repaying a debt of gratitude, so he can be considered a person with a conscience."

"That also shows that he is a good person at heart."

“Qianqian, he’s not bad. But look at me, my husband is also very conscientious.”

Lu Jingchuan clung to her tightly, his face fawning over her, looking like he was begging for praise, which made Song Qingqian unable to help but chuckle.

Song Qingqian raised an eyebrow and smiled, then shook her head: "You're no good, you're too suspicious."

"That's not paranoia, it's caution!"

"Qianqian, with a beauty in your arms, do you know what the consequences will be if you say a man is no good?"

Lu Jingchuan gently pinched her chin with one hand, his breath suggestive.

What will it do?

Song Qingqian smiled sweetly, pretending not to know.

"You'll find out soon enough!"

Lu Jingchuan leaned in and gave her a light, fleeting kiss on the forehead and around her eyes...

The gentle feeling made Song Qingqian feel like she was a piece of unpolished jade being cherished and protected.

"Qianqian, I'm normal right now. I haven't been bewitched..."

Lu Jingchuan kissed her thin lips and whispered, his voice husky and seductive. Song Qingqian felt a tingling sensation all over her body, and her body trembled involuntarily. It was as if some indescribable desire had been aroused in her heart.

"Qianqian, call me 'husband' so I can hear it..."

Lu Jingchuan gently grasped her wrist and placed it against his chest, allowing her to feel his heart flutter more intimately. His eyes were deep and intense, as if he were about to devour her in an instant.

"Husband..."

Song Qingqian parted her thin lips slightly, somewhat lost in the moment.

As Song Qingqian spoke, Lu Jingchuan could no longer control himself and deepened the kiss, driven by a desire to destroy everything.

In a short while, Song Qingqian collapsed into his arms, trembling slightly, her eyes glazed over with a deep sense of despair, completely trapped in the vortex created by Lu Jingchuan, unable to extricate herself.

She raised her hand and wrapped it around Lu Jingchuan's neck, beginning to mimic his actions and actively cooperate with him...

“Qianqian…”

Encouraged, Lu Jingchuan's kisses grew increasingly passionate, his hands slowly exploring through her clothes...

"Uh…"

Song Qingqian unconsciously groaned, and Lu Jingchuan could no longer control himself. He hooked her arm and took two steps toward the bedside.

Before Song Qingqian could react, her body was already pressed tightly onto the bed.

"Qianqian, can I have her?"

Lu Jingchuan's eyes flashed with a domineering and possessive light as he pressed his body tightly against her, letting her feel his restrained yet clamorous intensity...

Song Qingqian's face instantly flushed red, and she muttered, "If I don't agree, will you let me go?"

"meeting!"

"Qianqian is my wife!"

Lu Jingchuan, panting heavily, whispered in Song Qingqian's ear while supporting himself with his hands, but then lowered his head and kissed her lips, covering her eyes with his hands...