The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 249 Jiang Jinshuang, you're drunk.

The first thing that enters the mouth and nose is the cool sandalwood scent.

It's like kissing an ancient and rigid sandalwood tree, tall, majestic, and blocking out the sun.

Jiang Jinshuang had indeed drunk quite a lot today, so much so that when she sensed the figure in front of her, her first reaction was that the wine was bad and was making her throat choke.

A small amount of alcohol choked her, and Jiang Jinshuang's lips were covered, only feeling the spicy taste.

Along with the sandalwood incense, it enveloped her.

The hand with its distinct fingers gripped her lower back with immense force, as if trying to meld her entire being into its very bones.

I'm panting, I can't breathe.

With both hands pressed against the newcomer's chest, Jiang Jinshuang subconsciously gripped his collar, crumpling his luxurious dark green robe into a ball.

A hand slowly moved down her back.

It was as if they were counting her spine, one by one, piece by piece, pinching her waist.

Jiang Jinshuang cried out in pain.

The person in front of her seemed unaffected, pressing down on her waist and teasing her tongue.

Chaos.

There were no lights anywhere.

Jiang Jinshuang belatedly realized what was happening.

She narrowed her eyes, glancing at the man's gleaming jade crown out of the corner of her eye.

He forcefully pried open her teeth, determined to entangle her with his own.

It's getting a bit cold.

Jiang Jinshuang blinked her eyes, but then she clenched her teeth.

She clearly felt the fingers gripping her waist tighten, and the man groaned, but continued to bite her.

The metallic, bloody scent assaulted her senses, and Jiang Jinshuang shifted her eyelids uncomfortably. Her grip tightened, and she finally separated their lips.

He seemed to want to continue.

Jiang Jinshuang's face still reeked of alcohol, but her voice was low, hoarse, and cold: "Does Lord Pei want everyone in the palace to know that you and I are having an affair here?"

Those dark eyes, without missing a beat, landed on her.

The man lowered his eyes, his breathing heavy, his thin lips hoarse: "An affair?"

Jiang Jinshuang chuckled lightly, letting the alcohol in her eyes overflow: "I am about to be married, yet the Grand Secretary is entangled with me here. What else could this be but an affair?"

There was not a single light around, but the bright moon hung high, and its light fell upon him.

They were upright and virtuous officials, noble and powerful ministers.

Jiang Jinshuang looked the man up and down.

His tone was nonchalant: "Or perhaps, Your Excellency the Grand Secretary intends to... become my secret lover?"

Jiang Jinshuang admitted that her mood was not as good as she had imagined after the Tian family agreed to the marriage.

It wasn't because of regret, nor because of any problem with Lin Qingyan.

--only……

just.

She suddenly remembered that the apricot tree she had reached by stepping on the shoulders of the emperor many years ago had long been cut down.

According to the Heavenly Family, apricots attract insects, which are very annoying in late spring and early summer.

Actually, Jiang Jinshuang didn't particularly like eating apricots.

Feeling somewhat annoyed, she subconsciously vented her anger on Pei Du.

It carried a hint of sarcastic mockery.

The moonlight shone on the palace path, so it wasn't too dark to see clearly.

A cold halo enveloped him, and the man said in a hoarse voice, "Jiang Jinshuang, today is Qixi Festival."

Jiang Jinshuang, like a cat, relaxed her pupils comfortably and smiled obediently: "So?"

The red kite sash around her waist swayed in the wind, looking somewhat wilted.

His hand on her waist tightened even more, and his voice became hoarse with tension.

"Where's the gift, Jiang Jinshuang?"

Varied……

Jiang Jinshuang froze on the spot, even the smile on her face froze a bit.

She blinked, looking at the person who had come in with a puzzled expression.

Suddenly, she remembered that during the three years he was with her, she would always find various excuses to give him gifts on Qixi Festival.

She said, "Pei Du, this is my heartfelt wish." She said, "Pei Du, I will not be absent from Qixi Festival every year from now on."

She stood me up.

She was absent for three years.

The gifts he received over the past three years never appeared in his hands again.

This was her first Qixi Festival back in Beijing.

"Jiang Jinshuang, where's the gift?"

His voice trembled, sounding hoarse and low.

Jiang Jinshuang tilted her head slightly, seemingly understanding, but asked knowingly, "What gift?"

“My gift,” he said without hesitation.

Looking at the girl in front of him, the man said, word by word, "Jiang Jinshuang, my gift."

She will always be prepared.

She will always prepare.

The second year he lived with her, she went to Baiyujing and did not return until the night before Qixi Festival.

Pei Du waited in the main hall for an entire day.

Until night fell and the bright moon hung high in the sky.

The girl, dressed in red, ran into the princess's residence, lifting her skirt, and headed straight for him.

Her face was covered in red frostbite, and her knuckles were also covered in chilblains.

The White Jade Capital is cold and frigid.

Pei Du looked at her, pursed his lips slightly, and slowly tightened his grip on his sleeve.

"Pei Du!"

The girl called him that, her smile radiant.

Without a second thought, she ran up to him and, as if by magic, produced a beautiful, jewel-encrusted dagger from behind her back and presented it to him.

"Pei Du, a gift!"

At that moment, he looked at her hands, which were covered in chilblains, and at the jeweled dagger lying quietly in her hand.

He heard his own voice: "The messenger said you set off three days ago and should arrive in the capital tomorrow."

Jiang Jinshuang smiled and replied earnestly and patiently, "But Pei Du, tomorrow is not Qixi Festival, today is."

I want to give you a gift, and I'm going to deliver it to you today.

So she spurred her horse on and rode alone on that Ferghana horse, entering Chang'an before curfew.

"Pei Du, why are you in the main hall today? You would have been resting by this time in the past."

The man clicked his Adam's apple: "It's not midnight yet. I'm waiting for my gift, Your Highness."

He said, "I'm waiting for my gift."

"Oh dear, you're just waiting for a gift?" Jiang Jinshuang sniffed, feigning a heartache. "Aren't you waiting for me?"

The man looked at the girl.

The moonlight enveloped her; the girl, dressed in red, shone with passion even in the cool, bright moonlight.

Dazzling and brilliant.

It's so captivating that you can't take your eyes off it.

"They are waiting for my gift, Your Highness."

On Qixi Festival, she always brings him a gift.

But this year on Qixi Festival, she knelt at the palace banquet, kneeling before the Emperor, begging to grow old with someone else.

—What kind of gift is this?

Jiang Jinshuang looked at Pei Du, still smelling of alcohol, and said, "Pei Du, there are no more gifts."

"There won't be any more in the future."

Pei Du lowered his eyes: "Jiang Jinshuang, you're drunk."

Why are you suddenly saying these things out of the blue?

She frowned.

"I will explain to His Majesty tomorrow about the marriage proposal tonight. It won't count, so there's no need to worry."

He pressed down on her waist, his tone calm, but his eyes were surging with countless emotions.

He said there was no need to worry.

—She originally had nothing to worry about.