Hibiscus as a Painting - Chapter 16
"Your Highness, the Third Prince is a prince and cannot reside in the outer palace casually."
Zi Jin's expression remained unchanged, but her brows furrowed even deeper as she gripped Jun Chi's hand.
"I...I...I think I should go back first." A small voice, tinged with a hint of timidity, rang out from beside Zi Jin.
Zi Jin held Jun Chi's hand tightly, looking at Yu Luo with extreme reluctance and a touch of pity.
“This servant knows that you are unwilling, but you can only protect the Third Prince for a while, not forever. It is better to send the Prince back as soon as possible, so that Consort Lin will not lose her temper with him again.”
Zi Jin threw down her book, tugged at Yu Luo's clothes and shook them, looking at Yu Luo pitifully and cautiously, but she held onto Jun Chi's hand and refused to let go.
"Alright, alright, Xibao, go to Consort Lin and bring her the clothes His Highness will wear for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Tell her that His Highness and the Master will be attending a banquet together tonight."
"But when I went to report to Consort Lin yesterday, her face turned gloomy..."
"Tell Consort Lin today that Her Majesty feels very lonely in the outer palace, and that she got along very well with His Highness yesterday. Her Majesty said that when the General returns, she will personally thank Consort Lin and His Highness."
happy Bao accepted the message and left with a happy expression.
Jun Chi's eyes, which had been lowered, were fixed on Zi Jin's hand that she wouldn't let go of, a complex emotion flashing in them.
Ignoring the hidden meaning in those words, Zi Jin focused solely on her own opportunity and began searching for the bottles and jars she had been studying a few days prior. She hadn't forgotten her deep-seated grudge for even a moment.
She picked out two bottles from a pile of bottles and jars, carefully tucked them into her clothes, and then went to read her wild book.
Yu Luo felt utterly helpless towards Zi Jin. The Third Prince was two years younger than Zi Jin, yet he was reading history books. Ever since she had followed Zi Jin, she had never seen her read any useful books, but she had certainly read quite a few unorthodox and heretical ones.
Jun Chi stared curiously at the two small bottles that Zi Jin had put away. He wanted to ask her about them, but then he thought that Zi Jin couldn't speak, so he gave up.
The goddess was reincarnated to be the common people. After several lifetimes of seeking love and facing calamity, she was born when she and her lover were childhood sweethearts. (Part 5)
It was during their innocent childhood (Part 5) that the Mid-Autumn Festival royal banquet was held on the Fenglin Terrace in the Imperial Garden. Emperor Xuanlong was in a great mood today, and before the family banquet was even finished, he had already bestowed gifts upon many people. A faint smile remained on his lips, and his expression was gentle.
With two bottles of medicine in her arms and a heart full of righteous indignation and desire for revenge, Zi Jin went to the Mid-Autumn Festival imperial banquet.
From initial high spirits to desperately seeking opportunities, and finally to constant yawning.
Although Emperor Xuanlong granted her the special privilege of attending the royal Mid-Autumn Festival banquet with the twins, the royal family was large, and Zi Jin's seat was far from Jun Lin's. After the entire banquet, she couldn't find any opportunity to get close to Crown Prince Jun Lin.
Zi Jin watched helplessly as the drunken Jun Lin was led away by the eunuchs. She gritted her teeth, filled with boundless hatred, and devoured all the delicious food on the table in one go, yet she still felt no relief.
Just when Zi Jin had to give up this chance for revenge, Emperor Xuanlong, worried that His Highness the Crown Prince would not be able to attend, bestowed a hangover soup upon the Crown Prince two hours later at the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival.
Zi Jinxi exclaimed, "Emperor brother, you are my own brother!"
Zi Jin's palms were sweating profusely as she followed closely behind the palace maid who had received the order, afraid of losing her or being exposed.
Zi Jin kept finding various reasons to convince herself of the small, burgeoning guilt in her heart: Don't blame me for being ruthless; you've repeatedly put me in dire straits. Wouldn't it be a waste of my status as a transmigrator if I didn't avenge you? Therefore, to be worthy of the despicable, shameless, vile, and filthy ways of my transmigrator predecessors, I will use a two-pronged approach on you: "Powerlessness Powder" and "Turning Clouds and Rain Dew." These two medicines, since I created them, have never been tested. Others use low-level experimental subjects like guinea pigs; how could I, a transmigrator, condone that? Therefore, I will use the Crown Prince as a guinea pig!
Zi Jin poked a small hole with her finger and watched as the palace maid fed the person on the bed the hangover soup that had been drugged. Her heart pounded with joy.
Zi Jin waited patiently in the corner, relieved. Soon, a palace maid came out, and Zi Jin quickly hid again. After the maid had gone, she continued to crouch under the window, listening intently.
Fifteen minutes later, Zi Jin heard the faint moans coming from inside the room, just as she had hoped, and she was so excited she almost jumped up. She sneaked into the room, and after entering, she carefully closed the door and bolted it tightly.
Zi Jin listened to the soft moans with smug satisfaction, grinned, and walked to the bedside with a bright smile.
"Haha...you! You you!...Who are you?" Upon seeing the person on the bed, Zi Jin was dumbfounded, so surprised that she forgot she was mute.
The person on the bed seemed otherworldly, her eyes hazy with tears, her skin translucent, and her long, silvery-white hair spread out like silk across the bed. Despite her undeniably pure appearance, a faint blush rose to her cheeks under the influence of drugs. In the dim candlelight, a mixture of pleasure and pain flickered across her exquisitely beautiful face. She seemed to want to speak but held back, half-drunk and half-sober, her shy allure a captivating sight, like the most enchanting and alluring painting imaginable.
The boy stared unsteadily in Zi Jin's direction, stretched out his hand in a pleading manner, and groaned, "It... hurts."
Zi Jin gazed at the scene, her heart fluttering and a smile playing on her lips. Such a handsome man, like a celestial being, was truly a sight unseen in two lifetimes; a picture of a handsome man seeking pleasure was even rarer, appearing only once in a thousand years. And yet, this very handsome man had been drugged and given a bone-softening drug—what a tragedy!
The sin itself is secondary; the main problem is that I am still so young. Such delicious food is something I can only look at but not eat. It is truly heartbreaking to hear and brings tears to my eyes.
The boy's breathing grew heavier and heavier, and his originally hazy moans were now mixed with broken cries for help. Seeing this, Zi Jin felt a surge of guilt, like bamboo shoots sprouting after a spring rain, and she felt increasingly ashamed.
Zi Jin gritted her teeth for a long time before sitting down by the boy's bed. She wiped the glistening sweat from his forehead, her eyes filled with even more pity.
The boy felt a comfortable coolness, and his hands weakly tried to wrap around her, but he was too weak and fell back, looking at Zi Jin with his hazy, clear eyes as if asking for help.
Zi Jin was completely defenseless under the boy's gaze. Trembling, she gently reached out and unbuttoned his clothes, covering his face with his shirt. The boy seemed unwilling, trying to pull the shirt off his face, but Zi Jin stopped him. The boy groaned in utter distress, his voice trembling with sobs, as he weakly leaned against her, rubbing against her.
Zi Jin gritted her teeth, roughly tore off the boy's clothes, and grasped the boy's already swollen... slowly masturbating him.
Zi Jin convinced herself: This was a treatment plan that had to be done as a last resort. She had no intention of peeping at his good looks, nor did she intend to use her right hand to touch him. Besides, in this kind of thing, the woman should be the one who suffers!
Zi Jin's heart pounded wildly at the sight before her. She could only desperately close her eyes to prove that she had no intention of cheating or making advances. But listening to the boy's increasingly unbearable moans, Zi Jin secretly opened her eyes countless times, sighing inwardly: Why did I cover his face? Otherwise, what a lewd sight it would look like?
The boy's pleas on the bed were gradually drowned out by his moans of pleasure. Zi Jin felt a warmth in her hand, and the boy convulsed and cried out, grabbing Zi Jin's clothes with one hand and climbing to the peak, his breathing becoming heavier and more alluring.
This continued for nearly half an hour. The boy, panting heavily, collapsed onto the bed, his body hunched over, one hand tightly gripping Zi Jin's clothes, refusing to let go.
Zi Jin took out a silk handkerchief to clean her hands and the boy's lower body. Every time she touched the boy, he trembled slightly. She helped the boy tidy his clothes and covered him with a silk quilt, but did not remove the robe covering the boy's face.
The boy shifted restlessly, and Zi Jin gently patted him. The boy seemed to feel reassured and stopped moving around.
Zi Jin sighed inwardly; the Book of Herbs had indeed not exaggerated its effects. If she ever ran out of money in the future, she could sell the "Cloud-Turning Dew" as a drug—truly killing several birds with one stone.
The boy raised his hand to remove the clothes covering his face, but Zi Jin immediately stopped him. Perhaps the effects of the drug hadn't worn off yet, or perhaps he was too exhausted after the ordeal, the boy didn't have the strength to struggle anymore.
As the boy raised his hand, a dazzling light flashed before Zi Jin's eyes. Overjoyed, she saw that it was a glass thumb ring, and her greedy heart was suddenly aroused.
Zi Jin removed the thumb ring from the boy's hand.