Ruan Ning almost cried out. His kiss was passionate, both a kiss and a bite, teasing with his tongue, alternately making her go limp or feel pain. Initially, she silently cursed the eunuch, but later her mind fogged, and she began to breathe slightly.
Gu Lianchang covered her mouth—this was his exclusive whisper, not to be heard by other men.
At this moment, the Prince of Jin spoke again: “There’s one more thing I want to tell you. The messenger misunderstood my intentions regarding the Jade Consort. I regret this. The Jade Consort is innocent, forced against her will. She’s been resisting and hasn’t been subdued. I believe she’s also a pitiful person. Master Gu, I want to spare her life.”
The person beneath him still had her eyes closed, unconsciously moaning softly, apparently not hearing the Prince’s words. Gu Lianchang gently moved his lips away and said softly, “Isn’t she excellent leverage?”
The Prince of Jin found his voice strange, his breath uneven, no longer as cold as before. He said, “Although this affair is excellent leverage, it’s just that person’s sin. The Jade Consort is innocent – if she loses her life because of this, I’ll feel uneasy. Master Gu, after this breaks out, I want to take her out of the palace and keep her from seeing anyone.”
Gu Lianchang sneered. Who would believe he would sympathize with a woman when he shows no mercy even to his own brother? He likely has designs on her, like Wei Shu.
He looked at the woman in the dim starlight, already aroused, soft and delicate like a silken thread hanging under the eaves, every strand reaching out to him, begging for affection.
Gu Lianchang loosened his collar, exposing a bit of skin, and pressed his body against hers. She was like a burning snake, coiling around him.
“Your Highness, rest assured, I will spare her life,” he held her tightly, feeling her incomparable delicate and seductive touch, yet his voice remained clear, “It’s late; I won’t see you out.”
