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

Chapter 96 Jiang Jinshuang, abandoned him.

That undergarment was actually a little too big.

One hand was raised above her head and placed on the wooden frame, lifting the folds of her chest and making the rise and fall of her chest faintly visible.

She wore only a thin undergarment on her upper body and a loose-fitting underskirt on her lower body.

—She hadn't had time to fasten her belt yet.

The waistline of the skirt hung at her hip bone, revealing half of her lower abdomen, which was fair and smooth, with skin as white as snow.

Jiang Jinshuang fixed her gaze, her eyes clear and calm.

She chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow at him: "Lord Pei is truly of noble character and upright incorruptible."

"What, is the Grand Secretary worried that I might also make fun of Si Ning, thus damaging the royal family's reputation?"

Just how bad was his impression of her before?
He was worried that after she had "ruined" him, she would go and "ruined" others.
Pei Du pursed his lips, his brows furrowed slightly, and remained silent.

Jiang Jinshuang then looked up at him and said, word by word, "Lord Pei, you can rest assured that I will marry Mr. Si Ning and grow old together in harmony."

—She was deliberately trying to disgust him.

"Even if I were to abandon you, I would only lose you. Mr. Si Ning is rich and powerful, and is the future head of the Si family in Jiangnan. Why would I be so foolish as to break off our engagement?"

The man's long leg was pressed between Jiang Jinshuang's legs.

With a forward thrust, he trapped Jiang Jinshuang in a small space.

She was as if she were being lifted up by the man, with all her weight falling onto him.

That little dress was really too much for her to handle.

It dropped a little further.

The girl's beautiful abdominal lines could be faintly seen, their contours softened by the moonlight.

The man pushed the screen aside, which conveniently blocked the overly bright moonlight.

The snow-covered back revealed only the man's elegant and refined silhouette; his expression remained unreadable.

Even when facing Pei Du's deep and gloomy gaze, Jiang Jinshuang did not flinch or avoid it.

She even used her free hand to slowly reach out and pinch the man's chin.

—It's pinching.

Jiang Jinshuang applied pressure with her thumb and forefinger, her fingertips turning slightly white as she pinched his chin, forcing him to lower his head.

She chuckled casually, "Pei Du, you're nothing special."

"I've already tried it, so that's fine."

Nothing spectacular.

Her chin turned red from being pinched.

The man's eyes were cold and deep; he stared at her, his eyes like ice that could not be melted.

The two of them were too close to each other.

So close that Jiang Jinshuang even had difficulty breathing.

for a long time.

Following Jiang Jinshuang's force, the man leaned slightly closer.

He lowered his head, the cool sandalwood scent enveloping her forcefully and stubbornly.

too close.

She was getting a little irritated by the closeness.

Another large, strong hand rested on her slender waist.

That hand was so big that with just a slight tightening, it seemed capable of snapping her slender waist in two.

"At today's welcoming banquet, the head of the Si family announced to the public that Her Highness is the future matriarch of the Si family."

His low, husky voice, intense yet cold, fell into her ear.

It's like trying to scratch an itch through a boot, even with a heavy feather.

With a push from his hand around her waist, Jiang Jinshuang was pulled into the man's arms.

Her body was so soft, like boneless water, that with a little more force, it could flow away from his fingertips.

Jiang Jinshuang frowned and looked up, meeting the man's calm and cold gaze.

"I was just thinking that before resolving Your Highness's marriage agreement with the Si family of Jiangnan, we should distance ourselves from Your Highness."

The world is unfair to women, and he wanted to protect her reputation so that no one with ill intentions could find a pretext to harm her.

"But now, I've changed my mind."

The man's lips pressed against her earlobe.

Jiang Jinshuang's earlobes were cool, but the man's lips seemed even colder than hers.

She instinctively shrank her neck, but the next second, the man bit her earlobe.

"Hiss—" Jiang Jinshuang frowned and whispered, trying to dodge.

With a slight tightening of his grip on her waist, Jiang Jinshuang felt as if she had been struck on some pressure point; her legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the man's body.

Jiang Jinshuang dared not make any rash moves.

She was worried that her skirt would fall down.

The reason the skirt is still hanging around her waist is because Pei Du bent his long legs and pressed them between her legs.

His hot breath sprayed onto Jiang Jinshuang's neck.

Jiang Jinshuang's limbs were weak and she could only turn her head to avoid it.

Those cool lips slowly moved down her earlobe, leaving teeth marks on her fair neck.

The teeth marks gleamed a cold red, alluring to the soul.

"Jiang Jinshuang, abandon him."

He spoke slowly and clearly, enunciating each word distinctly.

Those words seemed to press down on her heart, following her ears.

I finally regained some strength.

Jiang Jinshuang frowned, put one hand around her waist, and pushed the man away with the other!

She got angry and used more force in her hand.

Pei Du was pushed back a few steps by her, and his back bumped against the screen of mountains and rivers!

The moonlight enveloped everything.

She finally saw the man's expression clearly.

Behind the man, clouds and mist shrouded the landscape, and the mountains were steep and treacherous. He stood amidst the mountains and waters, wearing a moon-white robe that was even brighter than the moonlight.

He lowered his head slightly, and his dark eyes fixed on her, the corners of his eyes red, with emotions surging within them.

—Like a trapped beast struggling to break free of its iron cage.

Reason prevails.

The red at the corner of his eye was truly beautiful; under the cool moonlight, in front of the ink-wash screen, it was the most vibrant color.

"Pei Du, get out." Jiang Jinshuang said coldly.

She held the waist of her inner skirt with one hand and quickly tied it around her waist.

She felt that Pei Du must be sick today.

Just because she once "played with and abandoned" him, does that mean she will treat others the same way in the future?
But even so, what does it have to do with him?
—What kind of business are you meddling in?

Pei Du looked down at her.

—Or rather, looking at the red mark on her neck.

His eyes, as dark as ink, were cold and gloomy, like ink spilled on a canvas, churning and churning.

for a long time.

He straightened himself slightly.

He bowed slightly to Jiang Jinshuang, then turned and left.

It was done in one go, with impeccable etiquette.

Jiang Jinshuang felt as if she had swallowed a scalding hot dumpling.

It was stuck in her throat, neither going up nor down, and it only made her throat burn.

Jiang Jinshuang felt annoyed.

She admitted that her decision to keep Pei Du by her side back then was a result of her own willfulness and recklessness.

But she prided herself on having treated him well back then; at least, perhaps, in Pei Du's mind, she was still a stranger with some old acquaintances.

But it turns out, they weren't even strangers.

She didn't believe she wouldn't pester him, nor did she believe she wouldn't "harm" Si Ning.

In his heart, she was still Princess Zhaoming, whom the world saw as someone who treated human life like dirt and was hated by everyone.

He only wanted revenge on her.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Jinshuang grabbed the clothes from the screen and quickly changed.

When he pushed open the door again, Pei Du was already gone.

Jiang Jinshuang frowned, still holding the wide robe he had draped over her shoulders.

He just left it lying around in the palace, figuring he was in charge of repairing the place and would definitely come back sometime.

Before leaving, Jiang Jinshuang glanced at the bronze mirror in the bedchamber.

The dress she was wearing had a cross-collar design, and if you turned your head slightly, you could see the blush on her neck.

Jiang Jinshuang muttered a curse under her breath, then gathered her hair in front of her chest to cover herself before leaving.