The Prince Wants to Assassinate Me Every Day-Chapter 863 - 447: No Amicable Parting, Only Becoming a Widow (Part 2)
"Do you need to use this method to confirm who you truly love?" An Ning asked him.
Xiao Jinxing’s lips kissed her fair neck.
There was no response from her.
Only numb acceptance.
He said, "It’s just a way to remind myself that you’re still by my side."
With those words.
Xiao Jinxing lifted An Ning from the soft couch.
An Ning powerlessly accepted Xiao Jinxing’s every gesture.
Just watched as he placed her on her bed.
Then.
He forcefully pried open her right hand, full of vase shards, and carefully cleaned the blood-stained fragments from her palm, one by one.
Afterwards.
He interlocked his fingers tightly with hers.
An Ning coldly watched Xiao Jinxing’s every move.
Watched as blood still visibly dripped from his head.
Dripping from his sharply defined jaw onto her body.
Yet he seemed oblivious to it!
"Can we calm down a bit?" An Ning compromised.
She decided to yield, for now.
"How do we calm down?" Xiao Jinxing asked her.
You are about to abandon me, how can I calm down?!
"For example, I could help bandage your wound first," An Ning suggested, "offending the Emperor and causing him injury is a capital offense, I can only try to make amends."
"Are you really afraid of death?" Xiao Jinxing sneered coldly.
"I am afraid of death."
"The only way not to die is to satisfy me," Xiao Jinxing enunciated each word clearly.
An Ning pressed her lips together tightly.
So she couldn’t escape tonight.
He wouldn’t let her go.
"Just tonight?" An Ning asked.
If it were only tonight, she could endure it.
Perhaps once the man truly had his fill, he wouldn’t have any more fixation.
"Every night," Xiao Jinxing replied.
An Ning was about to speak.
"Mmh." Xiao Jinxing’s lips once again forcefully sealed hers.
An Ning twisted her body.
But in front of Xiao Jinxing, it was just like an egg hitting a stone.
In the end.
She could only compromise.
Because she would be, utterly exhausted.
She just stared deeply at Xiao Jinxing.
Seeing clearly all his indulgence.
The room was in chaos.
The bed full of blood, clothes scattered on the floor.
An Ning lay in the covers, watching Eunuch Ping trembling as he dressed Xiao Jinxing.
Probably he hadn’t expected this scene either.
And it was still early now.
Only around the hour of Mao (5-7 AM).
But today, Xiao Jinxing had to attend the morning court session.
So he got up with hardly any sleep.
He dressed tidily.
The blood on his body and face was wiped clean.
As if.
He wasn’t injured.
As if nothing had happened last night.
Before leaving.
Xiao Jinxing turned around and walked inside the screen, appearing before An Ning’s eyes.
Dressed in a dragon robe, he was dazzlingly handsome.
Noble and exceptional, ruling over the world.
This was the first time An Ning had seen Xiao Jinxing in a dragon robe.
But just at this glance, she closed her eyes.
Some people, no matter how handsome, aren’t worth admiring.
She only felt that figure approaching her body, then gently planting a kiss on her forehead.
Slowly straightening up.
"Is it enough?" An Ning’s cool voice questioned him.
Xiao Jinxing felt a pain in his chest.
Pretending not to care.
He said, "On an auspicious day, I will give you the official conferment ceremony."
"Xiao Jinxing!" An Ning raged.
She glared at Xiao Jinxing fiercely.
Was a conferment ceremony what she wanted?!
"I don’t believe in so-called fate," Xiao Jinxing stated bluntly, ignoring all her unwillingness and anger, "My destiny is mine to decide, not heaven’s!"
An Ning gritted her teeth.
Knowing Xiao Jinxing was refuting what she said yesterday about his fate being tied to Bai Mowan.
"You can do whatever you want with your destiny!" An Ning’s patience was gone.
She actually believed that as long as she laid everything on the table with Xiao Jinxing, made everything clear, she could take An Youyou away.
As it turned out.
Completely unexpected to her.
She never thought Xiao Jinxing would be this obstinate.
Is it true that the harder something is to get, the more one must have it?!
Especially for an Emperor, challenging his authority cannot be tolerated.
An Ning cursed out loud, "Love whoever you want, but I don’t like you! Not at all!"
Ping Eunuch lowered his head, really wishing he could burrow into the ground at this moment.
Always feeling that the Emperor would fly into a rage.
He also feared getting caught in the crossfire!
He truly couldn’t understand, that there could be a woman rejecting the Emperor in this world.
The Emperor is the supreme sovereign, and moreover handsome, like an immortal.
What woman could resist such allure?!
"I know." Xiao Jinxing said in an even voice without any fluctuation, "You made it very clear last night."
"A dignified Emperor, why force others..."
"Don’t I look exactly like him?" Xiao Jinxing said, "I don’t mind if you think of me as him."
"..." An Ning felt a twinge in her heart.
"I don’t mind if, during intimacy with you, you keep calling out his name."
An Ning lightly bit her lip.
Yes.
Last night, she had called out Fu Xingyi’s name.
Not just to provoke Xiao Jinxing intentionally, Xiao Jinxing is the Emperor, his pride wouldn’t allow the woman beneath him to call someone else’s name.
On the other hand.
She also hoped the person having intimacy with her was Fu Xingyi, not Xiao Jinxing.
"The only thing I care about is your tears." Xiao Jinxing’s thin lips opened lightly, "Because, they make my heart ache."
An Ning’s grip on her lips grew tighter.
She watched as Xiao Jinxing’s back strode away.
"Xiao Jinxing!" An Ning shouted loudly at his receding figure, "I thought we could part on good terms!"
Xiao Jinxing paused his steps, not turning back.
But his voice, word by word, reached An Ning’s ears, "We can only part... and, with widowhood!"
An Ning involuntarily clenched her fists.
She didn’t know if she was really angered by Xiao Jinxing, her vision blurry with tears.
She only knew that Xiao Jinxing had ultimately extinguished all her feelings for him.
Feelings that were already, scant to begin with.
Now, completely gone!
...
An Ning woke up from a sleep.
Not knowing what time it was.
There seemed to be some noise at the door.
"Little Princess, the Emperor specifically instructed not to disturb the consort’s rest." Yue Ying was very troubled.
"But my mother has slept until noon, won’t she sleep herself to death?" An Youyou said exaggeratedly.
"Knock on wood. The little princess is just being innocent," Yue Ying quickly interrupted, explaining, "The consort was simply too tired last night, so she needs extra rest."
"What did she do to be so tired?" An Youyou was puzzled.
After arriving at the Imperial Palace, she didn’t need to treat patients, being waited on hand and foot, why would she be tired?!
"It’s just that..." Yue Ying really didn’t know how to explain, just said, "Yesterday, the Emperor slept in the consort’s room."
"And then?" An Youyou still didn’t understand.
"The princess will understand when she grows up, but the servant cannot explain it to the princess now."
"Hmph!" An Youyou looked dissatisfied, "If you don’t tell me, someone else will!"
With that, she ran off.
An Ning didn’t call out to stop An Youyou.
Waking up from sleep.
Not feeling comfortable, instead, aching all over.
Last night, Xiao Jinxing, was obviously venting with a desire for revenge.
Otherwise... why so many times?!
