NFBE Chapter 109
Chapter 109
Nalan Jingwen stood up and stopped him, her voice sharp, "Are you injured?"
Jingchi pursed his lips, avoiding her gaze.
"I am fine, Your Highness, please rest assured."
Nalan Jingwen's face darkened, and he said sternly, "Who did this?! Was it your organization again?"
"I don't know."
"I don't know?"
"When?"
"last night."
Jingchi is highly skilled in martial arts, and ordinary people cannot get close to him unless the opponent is either numerous or has even higher martial arts skills than Jingchi.
But if it wasn't his former organization, why kill him? Was it solely aimed at Mirror Pool, or at her?
At this critical juncture, Jingchi was injured!
Could it be Nalan Ge again?
Looking at his expressionless face, Nalan Jingwen realized that he was injured if his breathing hadn't been slightly disordered when he stood up.
Upon closer inspection, his clothes were clearly new, and he still smelled of soap, which masked the faint stench of blood.
That means he changed out of his blood-stained clothes after returning home this morning, and even took a bath before coming to find her.
Nalan Jingwen, with a sullen face, lifted his foot and walked behind the screen.
"Come with me."
Although Jingchi didn't know what she was going to do, he still obediently followed her.
"Take off your clothes."
Jingchi paused, his pure, clear blue eyes looking at her.
"Your Majesty..."
"You said you'd serve me before, but now you won't even take off your clothes?"
"no……"
"If that's not it, then take it off!"
In the end, he took off his clothes, revealing his upper body, which was mostly covered by bandages.
A burst of energy swept past, shattering the bandages on his body, which fell to the ground, revealing the scars before Nalan Jingwen's eyes.
Each wound was extremely gruesome, showing that the other party had gone all out.
Nalan Jingwen raised his hand, and his profound energy gathered in his palm. The hideous wound on his hand quickly stopped bleeding and began to heal slowly.
Jingchi looked down at the woman who was healing him, his expression complex.
Perhaps because the internal energy of the Mirror Pool was similar to the profound energy within his own body, he integrated it very well, without having to transfer it in strand by strand like others.
Nalan Jingwen withdrew his hand, took out a jar of ointment and opened it, "This medicine will prevent you from having scars."
Jingchi has many scars, large and small, that are quite old and were probably left behind because he didn't apply medicine carefully back then.
Regardless of gender, no one wants to have these glaring scars on their body unless absolutely necessary.
She applied the ointment to his back, and the skin beneath her hands tightened. Nalan Jingwen didn't seem to care, focusing intently on applying the ointment.
Jingchi tilted his head slightly, revealing a sharply defined profile.
"Your Highness, have you truly not seen the tattoo on my body?"
Nalan Jing paused, then looked up at him.
"You doubt that I am the person you are looking for?"
Jingchi pursed his lips and remained silent, but his meaning was quite clear.
Nalan Jingwen placed the ointment in his hand, saying, "I have never seen this tattoo of yours before."
Whether in the past or here, she was certain she had never seen such a pattern before.
Jingchi's eyes darkened slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Your subordinate understands."
Nalan Jingwen didn't say much, only saying, "You've worked hard these past few days. Leave the rest to the people below. You should rest today."
Jingchi lowered her eyes and clenched the ointment in her palm.
"……Yes."
Nalan Jingwen ignored him and left, leaving him alone in the same spot.
……
evening.
Nalan Jingwen stood in the courtyard, dressed in a black and red palace robe with gold trim, which shimmered in the afterglow of the setting sun. He exuded a subtle but powerful aura that made people afraid to look him in the eye.
She didn't really like the palace attire, as it was a bit too elaborate.
Rong Hengyu's voice came from inside the room, "May Your Highness come in?"
As soon as Nalan Jingwen opened the door, Qing Huai came out and closed the door behind her.
Nalan Jingwen's face showed a hint of doubt, but he still walked behind the screen and saw Rong Hengyu wearing a light gold palace dress, which was gorgeous but not ostentatious. The cuffs and hem were decorated with red, which matched her dress.
He simply stood there, seemingly enveloped in a faint golden light, noble and magnificent, as if seated on a high throne, untouched by any dust.
Rong Hengyu seemed to have been born to sit in the most noble position.
Rong Hengyu was momentarily stunned when she saw Nalan Jingwen, and her phoenix eyes widened.
"Your Highness, could you do me a favor?"
Nalan Jingwen walked over, "What?"
"The knot inside my inner garment seems to be loose. Could Your Highness please help me tie it?"
Undergarments? Why not let Qinghui help him?
As if he had anticipated what Nalan Jingwen was going to say, he said, "Qinghuai went to help the servants get their waist ornaments, so we can only ask Your Highness for help."
Nalan Jingwen didn't know what to say, so he stepped forward to help.
The palace attire was too elaborate, and Nalan Jingwen struggled to find the thin inner garment. He also had to rely on his sense of touch to find the knots. For a moment, the two were extremely close, almost touching.
The moment she touched the warm, firm skin, she could feel the person under her hands tense up, their breathing becoming heavy. Nalan Jingwen looked up and saw that although Rong Hengyu's face was a little red, his beautiful phoenix eyes were fixed on her.
Seeing her looking at him, he gave her a faint smile.
Suddenly, Rong Hengyu's smile stiffened, his breathing became heavy and disordered, and his phoenix eyes glistened with tears.
Nalan Jingwen finally managed to find a knot and tied it. Rong Hengyu's smooth, jade-like hand grabbed Nalan Jingwen's clothes, making him slightly unsteady.
By the time he reached the second knot, he was practically leaning against her, supporting himself, and his breathing grew increasingly heavy.
"Your Majesty..."
Nalan Jingwen's expression was somewhat strange. Was he really that sensitive? Anyone who didn't know better would think they were doing something shady in the room.
Finally, she touched the last knot. Rong Hengyu's body began to tremble slightly under her hand. He buried his face in her neck, suppressing the moan that was about to escape his lips. His knuckles turned white from the force, showing that he was trying his best to endure.
Nalan Jingwen took his hand out and supported his body to prevent him from falling.
"Are you ok?"
Rong Hengyu simply held her, his body limp, and shook his head.
"Let me lean on you for a moment, that will be fine..."
His voice still carried a slight panting and trembling, and the strength in his hands loosened a little.
Nalan Jingwen had no choice but to stand still and let him support him.
Suddenly, the person in her arms chuckled softly, their voice slightly muffled.
"I thought Your Highness would at least feel some impulse towards me..."
Nalan Jingwen remained expressionless and did not reply. Rong Hengyu helped her lift her head, her phoenix eyes glistening with tears, the corners of her eyes red, making her incredibly alluring.
He offered his lips to Nalan Jingwen, gently licking them like a kitten.
"Your Highness...please have mercy on your servant..."