Chapter 109: What a Tormenting Little Temptress (4000)

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Because Jin deliberately insisted on the simplest style, Xiaodie simply gathered her long hair at the back, tying it with a silver wide ribbon embroidered with golden thread, neither too tight nor too loose, positioned at the middle to the back, leaving only a strand of hair from the temples to hang in front of her chest.

Looking at the gentle beauty reflected in the mirror, Jin was quite pleased, but Xiaodie kept protesting that it was too plain, so she stuck a pink peach blossom-shaped decorative forehead sticker on her brow.

Looking again in the mirror, it truly was the finishing touch that added threefold charm out of thin air.

Jin liked it very much, smiling at the image of Xiaodie in the mirror, “You really are clever, girl.”

Xiaodie smiled shyly, “If Miss likes it, that’s all that matters.” Then she handed Jin a white brocade robe to wear.

Seeing the person before her, beautiful as a celestial fairy, Xiaodie couldn’t help but click her tongue in admiration, “Miss is truly beautiful. If I were a man, I don’t know how infatuated I’d be with you.”

Jin laughed, turning around and lightly poking her on the head with her index finger, “You’ve got a sweet tongue.” Then she stopped paying attention to her and turned to leave.

Xiaodie stuck out her tongue and hurried after her, muttering, “I’m telling the truth.”

Stepping out of the room, they saw Mo Yan already waiting in the courtyard, breakfast laid out on the stone table. He was standing aside, seemingly speaking with Shi Yuan, while the young eunuch Fusang stood nearby.

Hearing footsteps, both turned their heads, and at the moment they saw Jin, Mo Yan’s eyes widened, while Shi Yuan, expressionless as ever, fixed his gaze on Jin’s figure, not moving it for a long time.

Jin felt a bit uncomfortable under their gaze and avoided looking at them, moving straight to the stone table. Xiaodie, however, caught the look in their eyes and couldn’t help covering her mouth to stifle a laugh.

Mo Yan recovered, smiling as he approached Jin and pulled her down to sit beside him.

“Jin, you look truly beautiful today,” he praised sincerely.

“What, am I not beautiful usually?” Jin raised an eyebrow, displeased.

“You are! But today’s style is different. Every time you change your clothes, it feels like a fresh delight. I think even the ugliest clothes, if worn by you, would become beautiful.”

Jin rolled her eyes, somewhat speechless, “What’s gotten into you all today? One sweeter than the other. Hurry up and eat.” She picked up her chopsticks and started eating, pretending not to care, but inside she was secretly pleased.

Everyone loves compliments, and she was no exception. If he kept praising like this, she might just float up to the sky.

Mo Yan smiled and said no more. The day was already bright; there was no more time to waste.

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After leaving the palace gates, Jin raised her eyebrows at the grand procession outside, surprised by the spectacle. Though Mo Yan had said there were only a few hundred people, this was the first time she had seen such a display in this world.

At that moment, Mo Yan took her small hand and led her into a finely decorated, luxurious carriage. Xiaodie rode in a smaller carriage behind.

At the command of the lead cavalry general, horses’ hooves sounded in unison, and the carriage began to move. Glancing to the side, Jin saw Mo Yan staring at her without blinking.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Never seen a beauty before?” Jin tilted her head and glared at him, annoyed.

Mo Yan was momentarily stunned, then lowered his head and chuckled softly. She was not modest one bit, but he liked it.

He reached out possessively, pulling her into his arms, lifting her chin to gaze down at her perfect face, and smiled wickedly, “Am I bothering you by looking?”

Jin was momentarily mesmerized by the handsome face so close to hers.

Ahem! The temptation of a handsome man is no less than that of a beautiful woman.

Seeing her dazed gaze, Mo Yan’s smile deepened. The next moment, he claimed her cherry lips with a forceful kiss, drinking in her sweet fragrance, pouring out his love and passion.

Jin’s body stiffened slightly, then she closed her eyes and relaxed slowly, but her heart pounded quickly and her breath grew short and rapid.

Sensing her nervousness, Mo Yan held her tighter, increasing the pressure of his lips. Soon, his tongue pried open her teeth and slipped into her mouth, teasing her tender tongue playfully.

Jin shivered as waves of electricity spread from her tongue throughout her body, softening her limbs. Slightly annoyed by his boldness, she took the initiative to gently lick his tongue, beginning her counterattack.

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Mo Yan shuddered, eyes opening wide, a glimmer flashing within. Then he closed them again, cupping the back of her head with one hand and kissing her passionately.

Jin’s fragrant tongue tangled with his, advancing and retreating, attacking and defending, full of tender longing.

Only when they both felt breathless did the fiery kiss end.

Mo Yan lowered his head, pressing his forehead against hers, panting heavily with a hint of pain on his face. “Jin, you really are a tormenting little enchantress.”

If not for the many soldiers around the carriage, he would have taken her right then and there.

“What torment?” Jin asked, puzzled.

“Really want to know?”

Her breath was shallow as she looked up at him in confusion.

Mo Yan’s lips curled into a sly smile as he took one of her small hands and pressed it against his groin.

Feeling the hardness and warmth under her palm, her mind went blank with a loud “boom.” After a moment, she screamed and pulled back her hand, raising it to slap him.

Before it could reach him, her wrist was caught firmly by his large hand.

Before a word escaped, Mo Yan covered her mouth with his lips.

Jin glared at him, cheeks flushed bright red.

Damn! This guy was getting more and more shameless and lecherous, daring to... Thinking of that touch again, her palm itched unbearably, wanting to rub away the strange feeling on her clothes, but he held her fast, not letting her move an inch.

“I was just giving you the answer. Besides, you just moaned ‘ah’—who knows what the people outside might be thinking? If you shouted ‘pervert,’ they’d really think I’m doing something to you,” Mo Yan said with a light laugh, pulling slightly away and lowering his voice.

Jin’s face flushed in waves, nearly mad with anger but too scared to protest loudly, so she glared and muttered, “You’re shameless! You’re filthy!”

Mo Yan shrugged carelessly, “You’re my woman anyway, what difference does it make?”

“Who’s your woman?!” Jin snapped.

“You kissed me, so you’re mine.”

Jin’s mouth dropped open, staying like that for a long while before closing.

“Why? Besides, you kissed me first, so it’s not my fault,” she turned her face away, chin raised proudly, refusing to admit it.

Kissing means she’s his woman? Then what about the three men before...?

“I say you are,” Mo Yan said domineeringly, grabbing her chin and tilting it down.

“Keep dreaming,” Jin made a face at him, knocking his hand away, then grabbed a small soft pillow nearby, curling up and closing her eyes to sleep.

The carriage was lined with thick cushions, making it comfortable to lie down. With such a good interior, the long journey ahead didn’t seem so hard.

Mo Yan leaned toward her, seeing she truly closed her eyes and ignored him, so he sulked and sat in the corner, staring unblinkingly at her, her words “Keep dreaming” echoing in his mind. He thought maybe he should just marry her once this was over, to see if she’d still say that.

After a while, he realized she had already fallen asleep.

Heh... This girl probably didn’t sleep well last night from excitement. Mo Yan smiled helplessly, shaking his head, then took a woolen blanket from the corner and gently covered her.

Looking at her sweet sleeping face, Mo Yan’s gaze softened, filled with tenderness and affection.

The grand procession rushed northward day and night, finally arriving at the first county after fifteen days. Since the court had already sent word that relief grain was on the way, the disaster-stricken people had gathered in the main city, waiting for the life-saving supplies.

When the grain convoy indeed arrived, they all lined the streets to welcome it, cheering loudly, kneeling and bowing toward Mo Yan and Jin’s carriage, crying out in gratitude for the emperor’s generosity.

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Jin first lifted the carriage curtain to look outside. Seeing the scene, she frowned slightly and dropped the curtain again.

These people were truly pitiful and tragic, forced to endure hunger after just one drought. If they had a good ruler and relief supplies, they might survive; under a foolish ruler, they would only wait for death.

Jin frowned and took a deep breath, slowly exhaling. The long-lost weight pressed on her heart again.

“What’s wrong?” Mo Yan watched her closely, seeing the change in her expression.

Jin shook her head, not looking at him, muttering, “Nothing, just a sudden feeling. In a world like this, only those in power live well.”

“Are you worried about the people?” Mo Yan leaned against the carriage wall, arms crossed, eyes full of curiosity.

“Heh, I’m not that noble. I can barely worry about myself.” Jin smiled self-deprecatingly, leaning against the carriage wall with eyes closed, her face calm again.

“I will give you a good life. I will make you the one in power.” Mo Yan said softly, with no hint of joking, every word firm.

Jin slowly opened her eyes, glanced at him sideways, then quickly closed them again, a dismissive smile tugging at her lips.

In power? His princess? She had no interest in managing a harem.

“What, you don’t believe me?” Mo Yan frowned. Just as he was about to say more, the carriage stopped.

“Your Highness, we have arrived,” came Fusang’s voice from outside.

Mo Yan responded, pulling Jin to her feet, lifting the curtain, and bending to step out of the carriage.

As soon as they appeared, murmurs spread through the crowd. Looking around, everyone gathered was stunned by the noble and exquisite appearance of this man and woman, hearts skipping beats, thinking them a pair of celestial lovers.

Only when they stepped down in front of the county governor did the governor react, hastily kneeling and saluting, “Your Highnesses, I pay respects.”

At this, the shabby and pale-faced commoners around woke up and knelt to pay respects as well.

Mo Yan raised his hand, signaling them to rise, then spoke on behalf of the court to comfort the people. After briefing the governor, the distribution of relief grain officially began.

The rest was handled by the subordinates. After giving some instructions, the governor led Mo Yan, Jin, and others into his residence.

Since they still had to visit two more counties and had heard that the plague was worsening, infecting many nearby villages, Mo Yan only had lunch at the governor’s residence. He left a hundred guards to assist in relief efforts and continued with the rest of the convoy.

After five more days of hurrying, they delivered relief grain to the other two counties. Then Mo Yan took two hundred guards and medical staff and rushed directly to the plague’s origin.

Arriving at the outer Taiping Town, many survivors remained, though listless, with flushed cheeks and pale lips, still able to move. Deeper inside, the scene grew more tragic: corpses lay scattered by roadsides, doorways, and courtyards. The air reeked of decay, the surroundings desolate and bleak, the stench of death suffocating.

Once inside Taiping Town, Jin ordered everyone to wear the specially prepared cloth masks soaked in medicinal broth, then began coordinating efforts, racing against death.

Most guards cleaned and buried bodies; others fetched water, built fires to boil medicine and disinfect. Mo Yan, Jin, and the court physicians did their best to save the living patients.

To save as many as possible quickly, Mo Yan left Jin and some doctors in Taiping Town and took the rest of the doctors and soldiers to another nearby village.

After a long time, Jin sighed, stood, and shook her hands to rest for two minutes. Her gaze shifted, and she saw Shi Yuan standing leisurely not far away, watching her. Her brows raised in surprise. No wonder she’d felt something off but hadn’t noticed earlier—it was because this fellow had been staring all along.

“Hey, everyone’s busy, why aren’t you helping?” Jin called out, a little annoyed.

But Shi Yuan remained indifferent, as if it was none of his business.

His task was to protect her safety; carrying corpses and such was not part of his duties.