Chapter 9: Chapter 3: Lure

Chapter 3: Lure

A man in front trembled as he stood up. At the exact moment Qing Feng raised his sword to kill, the man committed suicide in public. Following him, row after row of people committed suicide before his eyes.

Jun Lanfeng's gaze froze, before his deep eyes gradually regained a stillness like water. That face, pure and ethereal like a banished immortal, always made people feel that the hellish, demonic indifference from moments ago did not belong to him.

However, it seemed no one expected that just as they preferred death over fighting Jun Lanfeng again, a cold arrow would shoot from behind without warning. No, it should be said there were three arrows.

"Master, watch out behind you!"

As Qing Feng shouted, Jun Lanfeng had already performed a roll. Lying flat on his horse, one of the three arrows grazed past him. It missed by a mere hair's breadth. He was unharmed, but the brocade box at his waist was struck by the arrow.

Jing Yue'er performed a roll and narrowly escaped the arrows, and in that instant, the brocade box happened to fall to the ground.

Even though Jun Lanfeng had remained calm throughout, he lost his composure the moment Jing Yue'er picked up the ornaments from inside that box. When Qing Feng went to deal with the man and everything finally fell into a temporary silence, a certain man's expression suddenly turned dark!

"Give that box to this Prince!"

Like a thunderous roar, another flurry of leaves fell around them.

"No—I won't!"

A trace of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth; her lips were almost bitten through. She persisted stubbornly. She knew this item was very important to the man; if that was the case, then to survive and detoxify, she had to threaten him!

"Presumptuous!"

In Jun Lanfeng's life, no woman had ever dared to be so bold in his presence. Heaven knew that the contents of this brocade box were things he had traveled day and night to deliver personally. They were incredibly important to him!

"I am being presumptuous, so what!"

Jing Yue'er opened the brocade box, and what was presented before her was an exquisitely beautiful blood-jade bracelet. It was blood-red throughout, exuding an overwhelming nobility. The unbearable, restless heat in her body made it impossible for Jing Yue'er to endure for even a moment; in a daze, she simply slid the bracelet onto her wrist. "Help me detoxify, and then—I'll give it back to you!"

In her moment of unbearable suffering, Jing Yue'er only wanted a way to vent. Seeing Jun Lanfeng leap down from his horse and walk toward her like a god, she emphasized once more, "Help me detoxify!"

"Your life is in my hands, yet you still dare to negotiate terms with this Prince? If this Prince insists on not detoxifying you, what can you do?"

Jing Yue'er froze, feeling a flicker of guilt in her heart. It was just a broken bracelet; surely it wasn't more important than his dignity? What kind of threat was she even making? Was this a man she could actually threaten?

He looked down at the woman before him. In their short fifteen minutes of interaction, her stubbornness and her arrogant, uninhibited manner... to be able to hold out this long while under the influence of aphrodisiacs was indeed something an ordinary person could not achieve.

"Um, I had no choice. If I hadn't been drugged, I wouldn't have had to threaten you!"

The hostility in her eyes receded significantly, and she became uncharacteristically docile, like a little kitten. However, once Jun Lanfeng saw this, the fury in his heart finally subsided.

The corners of his lips curled into an uncontrollable, light smile. "This Prince thinks the Cold Spring of Mount Tian might be able to neutralize the poison in your body! What do you think?"

Her eyes, clouded by desire, suddenly lit up, and a surge of sweetness rose in her throat. "Really!?" Jing Yue'er clearly felt she had reached her limit; beads of sweat continued to roll from her forehead, soaking her clothes. She grabbed his large hand with both of hers from beneath her wide sleeves. "Take me there!"

If there were any other way to eliminate the aphrodisiac, why would she be willing to trade her twenty-plus years of virginity for her life?

As soon as she finished speaking, she collapsed at his feet, her brow furrowed like a chrysanthemum!

Jun Lanfeng crouched down and pulled the woman into his arms. He mounted his horse and galloped down the night road. The wind howled past them, and a woman lay in his embrace.

And that woman, from the moment she was mounted, had not been peaceful for a single second!