Die Tage, in denen man einen Bösewicht heiratet

Kapitel 17

Her lips moved slightly, as if she instinctively wanted to look around. He immediately took a sip, taking the opportunity to force-feed her the bitter medicine...

How important was He Zai to her? Should he be thankful that there was no affection in her gaze towards He Zai?

They tried to force-feed her, and finally she drank half a bowl of medicine.

She was still in too much pain to sleep, so he gently pressed his palm against her eyelids to help her adjust to the darkness and fall asleep sooner. He thought that if she fell asleep, the pain wouldn't be so bad.

He helped her lie down, firmly holding her waist so she couldn't move, and then carefully supported her cheek with one hand, using his body to block most of the light.

"...Who...are you..." she murmured.

"I am Xianyun." His voice was low and hoarse.

"I don't know him..."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know me. You'll get to know me if you stay in Yun Family Village."

He gazed at her, watching her intently, without ever closing his eyes.

He waited six years… He waited the whole time. A girl came to him with a jade pendant. The first time he saw Che Yanyan, his suspicions were confirmed: the girl from that day must be a protector of the Huangfu family. But the Huangfu family was too well hidden within the Baiming Cult; even the Yun Family Village couldn't keep track of them. He had been waiting…

"...Who are you?" she asked again, seemingly in a dream and completely unaware of how a real person would answer her.

"I..." He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I've been waiting for a girl whose face I've never known. I've finally found her, and I've also painfully let her go. She must have been in immense pain. Now, I'm just a man who hopes she can forget that pain. It's enough for me to remember it for her."

A faint fragrance wafted into his nostrils. He opened his eyes, slightly startled at first, before seeing the woman sleeping soundly with her head resting on his shoulder.

Even with his unparalleled martial arts skills, he couldn't save all three at the same time. He had to save his brother of over ten years and was forced to let go of a girl he had been thinking about for six years.

Now, he has regained what he lost.

"Young master, can't we get off the carriage yet?" Little Jiang was very excited, after all, it was his first time going to Dengjiabao to watch a wedding banquet.

"Have we arrived yet? You should get out of the carriage and go find the Fifth Young Master."

Xiao Jiang nodded and got out of the car as ordered.

He lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in thought, patiently waiting for her to wake up.

After a while, she stretched and said:

"This is the first time I've ever attended a wedding of people from the martial arts world." She had been awake for a while, but was too lazy to sit up straight.

"This is no different from a regular wedding, just a bit more casual," he said with a slight smile, getting out of the car first and then supporting her waist as she followed him out.

Both were riding in carriages, but previously she had to lie down to get in and out, while now she could move freely. His gaze, somewhat discreetly, followed her healthy figure.

She turned her head to glance at the bustling scene outside the car lounge. Her long hair fluttered gently, and she wore a snow-white dress with a belt that barely reached her knees. As she waited for him to approach, she said:

"Xianyun, Deng Haitang originally liked you, but later someone else stole her love. Alas, she was such a fairy-like person."

He glanced at her indifferently, still smiling. "Tu Sanlong is a miscast talent."

"Hmm..." A smile played at the corners of his lips, making his handsome face appear somewhat adorable. "Are you disappointed?" she asked, clearly intrigued. After all, he was a beauty!

"I have no regrets at all. One beloved person is enough." He emphasized the last sentence intentionally or unintentionally, and sure enough, he saw her face turn slightly red.

He knew she wasn't used to this intimacy yet, but she had to get used to it in order to gradually heal the scars in her heart.

"You must have had a hard time those three days," he said with a smile.

Just thinking about those three days gave Jiang Wubo a headache. Gongsun Zhi hadn't clearly explained that the alluring fragrance lasted for three days, leading her to believe she was acting out of her animalistic nature. She was thinking about it during the day and dreaming about crazy things at night. Thankfully, she was able to endure it and control herself—remarkable!

His handsome face drew closer, and she jumped, her almond-shaped eyes still open, watching him gently kiss her.

Her lips felt a little hot. She put her hands behind her back and didn't respond to him. He didn't close his eyes either. His dark eyes were like spring pools. She used to think that his eyes were empty, but now she realized that his eyes, his mouth, and even the radiance of his whole being were reserved for his family. The world only saw his noble and aloof appearance... She thought that a goddess as noble as Luo would never kiss someone like this.

She slowly lowered her eyes, and her fists began to clench.

He kissed her lightly, and then kissed her again, finally ending on her burning earlobe. He whispered in her ear:

"This time, there's no smell of medicine." He also hoped he would never have to give her medicine again.

She looked at him in surprise, her face full of confusion. He smiled again:

"Wu Bo, your ninjutsu is truly unparalleled."

"You flatter me," she said hoarsely. It was just a habit, and she couldn't be blamed.

He straightened up, lightly touched her cheek with his fingertips, and then gently licked the finger that had touched her.

She coughed, ignoring everything, which was the way to maintain self-control.

"Let's go. It would be our fault for keeping our master waiting." He smiled.

She nodded and said, "Xianyun will go first." She still preferred to follow behind to avoid attracting too much attention.

He smiled nonchalantly, turned, and left the parking area. She then touched her lips… it wasn't that she was trying to hold back, but she instinctively controlled herself and didn't kiss him back.

This is so troublesome... She can't bear this, she has to bear that, she's almost overwhelmed.

In truth, when it comes to self-control, she was far inferior to the celestial being before her, a beauty of boundless spring from beyond the nine heavens. During the three days she was under the influence of the aphrodisiac, only Xianyun approached her, yet he showed no reaction whatsoever. She didn't know whether the aphrodisiac was ineffective, or if there was something wrong with him.

Compared to him, she paled in comparison. Just now, when he kissed her, she almost lost control and pounced on him… This man was a wolf in sheep's clothing. Since their sworn brother-sister promise, his boundaries had widened, and his intimate actions were like a net trapping her. She knew what he was thinking; he wanted to corrupt her past beliefs.

He turned around, looked at her, his gaze cold yet warm.

In his eyes, she was considered part of his family, which was why she received such special treatment. But why didn't he ever ask her who she dreamt about during those three days of erotic dreams?

Was he too confident, or was it male pride that prevented him from pursuing the matter?

But she really wanted to ask: He had been with her for those three days, and he must have carried a hint of aphrodisiac fragrance on him, so how could he not have even a single erotic dream?

She gritted her teeth and muttered something.

"No waves?"

She sighed and followed in his footsteps.

"What's the point of all this endurance?" She's not going to learn from Goujian and taste excrement; there's no need for her to endure it to the end, is there?

Upon entering the wedding hall, she noticed something very amiss. It was common for people in the martial arts world to dress casually, but she found that some of the female warriors were dressed very similarly to her. Apart from the different colors, their short tops, long skirts, and long brocade belts at the waists even seemed to come from the same source.

It's as if there are many more Jiang Wubos now.

Gongsun Zhi noticed her gaze, coughed, and said tactfully, "Being a fairy is very hard work."

"...How much did the Yun family make as a result?" she asked calmly.

She finally understood where the gold mine of Yun Family Village was. No wonder they were so eager to bestow upon her the title of fairy, and even made her visit the women's quarters whenever she had free time.

It's really not easy to support a family. At this moment, in her eyes, the once noble and virtuous Yun Family Village suddenly appeared with a vulgar golden light.

With money, she could afford her whole-oil roasted chicken… She sighed. She couldn't help but say that the Yun Family Manor would continue to exist in the martial arts world for a very, very long time.

To maintain her uniqueness and avoid being surrounded by Jiang Wubo, she left Tu Sanlong's wedding banquet. She strolled around casually, and when she passed by a certain place, she stopped and slowly looked towards the source of the sound.

The sound was a soft bell. When she and He Zai left the Bai Ming Cult, they had wrapped the bell in cloth, which was why it made such an inconspicuous sound.

After pondering for a while, she stepped out of the courtyard and, sure enough, saw members of the White Ming Cult in the darkness.

The sharp whip lashed through the air and struck the man, sending him flying to her side. She remained motionless, silently watching Che Yanyan in the darkness.

Five Heavenly Slaves and one beautiful woman—it was quite a grand procession. She noticed one of the tall Heavenly Slaves carrying a cloth bag, inside which was the bride's wedding dress.

"You..." Che Yanyan narrowed her eyes, staring at her clothes. "Are you the Fairy of No Waves?"

"Yes," she admitted.

"Coincidentally, I was just looking at Gongsun Yun's only sworn sister, and you've walked right into my trap."

"..."

"Miss Jiang, you must leave quickly!" The man was none other than He Ronghua. He struggled to his feet. "Go quickly and inform Xianyun that Deng Haitang has been kidnapped, and your brother was also injured in the bridal chamber."

"Younger brother?" She thought for a moment, then remembered her little brother Jiang, who had every reason to be chubby. She finally frowned, suppressing her displeasure. Strange, why was she unhappy?

Che Yanyan couldn't see her face clearly, but when she stepped forward and saw her pretty face, she was stunned.

"you……"

She sighed, about to reply, "You've won the lottery, it's definitely me, Huangfu Yun," when she suddenly heard Che Yanyan say again:

"You're quite good-looking; it would be even better if you were a boy."

Upon hearing this, she nearly collapsed to the ground. Wasn't Che Yanyan a bit too much of a womanizer? She'd even set her sights on her?

"Unfortunately, none of you will leave here today."

"The car bodyguards kidnapped the bride just to force someone out, didn't they?"

"How did you know...where I've heard that voice before?"

"Ahem, where you heard it isn't important," Jiang Wubo said in a low voice. "What's important is that you personally witnessed Huangfu Yun's corpse, but your sect leader simply didn't believe you and ordered you to kidnap Silver Hand Sanlang's wife, severely injure He Ronghua, and force Huangfu Yun to appear, right?"

Che Yanyan asked doubtfully, "Was it Xianyun's speculation?"

She casually agreed, and moved the hand behind her back, indicating that He Ronghua should make a decision first.

He Ronghua hesitated. It would be too shameful for him to abandon a vulnerable woman like Yu Xian and flee!

Jiang Wubo sighed:

"Let's make a deal. If you want to force Huangfu Yun out, why don't you kidnap me instead? Kidnapping me is worse than taking away the bride of a martial arts champion. At least, the Bai Ming Cult won't be besieged by the imperial court and the martial arts world of the Central Plains. If you kidnap me, Xianyun will naturally step in to mediate and find a way to hand over Huangfu Yun."

Che Yanyan pondered for a moment, then smiled.

"That's too much trouble. I'll catch them all and take them back!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wubo exclaimed:

"He Ronghua, get out of here!" He kicked at the onrushing Tiannu at the same time.

She had only mastered 30% of the Huangfu family's unique skills, far surpassing He Zai's, but she thought she could hold on for a while longer.

She held out until He Ronghua escaped, then surrendered on her own.

The familiar bells of the Heavenly Slave rang incessantly in the dungeon. She hadn't heard such a sound for at least half a year, and now it sounded so jarring.

The White Cult's dungeons were clean and free of torture, which was something she was always very gratified about. She walked slowly behind Deng Haitang, who was dressed in wedding attire, while she was dressed in white—wasn't that a contrast of red and white?

The iron cages on both sides held Tiannu. As she passed by one of the cages, she glanced at it indifferently.

Inside, there was a tall, imposing slave, who was resting with his eyes closed, ignoring the approaching visitors.

A servant opened the iron cage next door and let the two of them in. Deng Haitang stumbled, and the servant quickly steadied her.

With a clang, the chains of the iron cage were pulled shut.