“Bang”
A dripping wet human body, like a moat from the heavens, abruptly blocked the enthusiastic footsteps of Jing Hengbo rushing towards the beauty.
Jing Hengbo lowered his head and saw the face of the little guard who had just dived, still showing traces of horror, but the light in the pupils had already dispersed.
This man jumped into the water to escape, he is proficient in swimming. He can’t have drowned. So just now, with a few fingers, the beauty picked this man up from the bottom of the water and carried him to death?
Jing Hengbo shivered.
Passing through the third law, it only now flashed through her mind, which had been dazzled by the beauty.
Traveling back to ancient times, to a feudal or slave society, where the ruling class held absolute authority, and human lives were treated callously. There were no signs of modern civilization like human rights, democracy, or freedom.
She was lucky, having transmigrated into the role of a queen. She had initially thought that she wouldn’t have to start from the bottom and break free from the curse of this law.
But now, a stranger could casually murder in front of her, a queen. It seems the status of this queen is rather low.
Could it be that this society is peculiar? Is “queen” a term for a lady here?
Just like in the modern world, a certain type of woman is called a princess.
Jing Hengbo tiptoed in high heels and quietly turned on the ground.
Tension in the air, it’s getting intense!
Her body hadn’t fully turned around, and suddenly, she felt her entire self tense up. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, each one dancing in place.
There was a breath behind her.
Gentle, soft, slightly moist, like the mist spreading under moonlight. She could even feel the subtle warmth of breath spraying on her skin.
Behind her…
Behind her is a dead person.
Further away, across the riverbank, is a ruthless and cunning beauty. Regardless of who is breathing on the back of her neck at this moment, it’s enough to send shivers down her spine.
“Ah—!” Jing Hengbo screamed, the high pitch trembling the ground as if even the soil was shaken. Lifting her leg without hesitation, she ruthlessly stomped with her slender, high-heeled heel!
“I’ll crush you to death!”
With a “snatch” sound, the heel didn’t land on the person’s instep but instead pierced into the soil. Jing Hengbo tried to pull it out but couldn’t—she had exerted too much force.
Jing Hengbo thought to herself, realizing the urgency of the situation. She decisively attempted to jump out barefoot, but it was already too late.
A pair of hands suddenly gently pressed on her ankle, one hand supporting her ankle, and the other hand assisting with the stuck high heel.
His fingers were slender, and the fingertips posed delicately. He was only lightly supporting her ankle, not even touching her black stockings, yet a faint, ethereal fragrance wafted over. Jing Hengbo couldn’t help but feel a flutter in her heart, and her body softened involuntarily.
This man, even his fragrance, is alluring in a sinister way.
A corner of his robe extended into her lowered field of vision, silver-black, yet shimmering with iridescent light in the moonlight. It mirrored the impression he gave, simple yet magnificent, understated yet extravagant.
“How can you wear shoes that expose so much skin? Allow this humble servant to change your shoes for you,” he spoke with the same smiling tone, “Your Majesty, the Queen.”
Jing Hengbo shivered again, feeling that the title “Queen” sounded damn eerie.
“Master Zuo, the Royal Master!” The guards had all knelt in unison.
Some also called out, “Master Yelü”
Master Zuo? Master Yelü? What’s going on? It sounds quite high and mighty. Jing Hengbo glanced at those guards with a bit of discomfort, feeling that their attitude towards this so-called National Teacher was more respectful than their attitude towards her, the queen.
Her heel suddenly moved, and the man behind her was taking off her shoe. Jing Hengbo wasn’t afraid of him taking off the shoe, but this guy’s tone was old-fashioned. Could he not throw her shoes into the river? This was one of her favorite high heels.
Jing Hengbo’s body leaned, her ankle sinking downward, already leaning against the guy behind her as she put her shoes back on once again.
The man behind her seemed not to have anticipated her casual response, and his body stiffened.
Jing Hengbo took advantage of the situation and turned around, tiptoeing. Her arms gently hung around Zuo’s neck.
“Master…” she playfully blew air on his face, “Isn’t it inconvenient to undress here? How about we find another place?”
She was so soft, particularly in the most voluptuous places, pressed tightly against the other person, creating a dangerous and trembling ripple.
The beauty in front of her stiffened once again.
In the next instant, she flew out.
In the air, she saw rapidly retreating trees, the river, and the guards with wide-open mouths, their faces showing the excited message of “so beautiful it’s breathtaking.” They tilted their heads, following her trajectory, with expressions that conveyed their thrill.
Oh, which landing pose could preserve her beauty?
Before she could finish her thought, with a light “bang,” her feet touched the ground. A tree behind her timely blocked her from a precarious fall, and she stood firmly and unharmed.
On the opposite side, the beauty she couldn’t see just moments ago still smiled gently and said, “Your Majesty, don’t play tricks on me. I don’t want to commit suicide by drowning myself.”
Jing Hengbo, whose thoughts had been laid bare, smirked.
“Oh, really?” she blinked, “Just now, that guard glanced at me, and you killed him. You also touched me just now, and I touched you. Shouldn’t you immediately commit suicide?”
“I wouldn’t dare to touch Your Majesty’s body,” the man chuckled. “But when it comes to Your Majesty touching me… well, what’s the punishment for a queen who breaks palace rules and is deposed?”
A guard answered loudly, “Lord Zuo, Your Majesty the Queen is highly esteemed and should not be dishonored. Allowing her the chance for self-death would be sufficient!”
The man made a thoughtful sound, “Hmm,” and smiled.
Under the moonlight, his face is veiled in shadows. With straight eyebrows and a long nose, there’s a subtle upward curve at the ends of his brows and eyes. His eyes are like shiny dark sapphire, giving him an air of leisurely charm. Yet, his expression is lazy, casual, and indifferent. Even the thin red lips on his pristine skin are pale, akin to roses after the rain or peach blossoms in late spring—vivid yet seemingly waiting for the conclusion. After every storm, they still appear stunning, as if every moment anticipates an ending but continues to be breathtaking after the next tempest.
Such captivating beauty could easily enchant all beings, but Jing Hengbo, usually infatuated with such allure, had no time to appreciate it at the moment. Her heart was gradually turning cold inch by inch.
Duped!
A Big loss!
This is no queen, but a widow, isn’t it?
This act isn’t worth it. She still has a beautiful life ahead, wants to enjoy the beauty of the world, and intends to make a sensational impact like every other time traveler. She doesn’t want to be confined in some virtue monument.
Jing Hengbo turned around and walked away.
“Don’t follow me, my dear subjects,” she said. “I suddenly need to use the restroom. It’s a capital offense to peek if I decide to do so, right?”
Before turning around, she glanced at her suitcase with a pang of regret. Oh, she must retrieve it when she gets a chance. God forbid these self-righteous zealots burn her treasures.
No one followed her from behind. It seems that occasional strict adherence to principles can be beneficial.
Behind her was the forest, sparsely populated with trees. In the woods, a small house could be seen, probably the dwelling place of the former forest guardian. The house looked old and dilapidated, likely uninhabited for quite some time.
Of course, she didn’t need to go so far to pee, and these people wouldn’t make her go that far.
She glanced at the house, feeling the gaze of the man fixed tightly on her back.
Jing Hengbo smiled coquettishly, turned around, stood in front of a tree, and struck an S-shaped pose with a slight forward tilt and a lifted back. Slowly, she began to pull up her skirt…
The man immediately turned away his gaze
Jing Hengbo swiftly turned around and went behind the tree.
The man didn’t move; with sharp senses, he could tell just by the sound that Jing Hengbo hadn’t left.
Behind the tree, Jing Hengbo’s singing voice emerged.
“Out of ten men, seven are foolish, eight are silly, nine are naughty, and there’s one everyone loves…”
The guards lowered their heads and covered their ears.
This singing voice…
Well, the singing voice wasn’t bad; if sung properly, it might even be enjoyable. With some training, it could potentially be marketable. However, did she have to belt it out so loudly?
Master Zuo rested his chin on his hand, raising his eyebrows in a somewhat surprised manner, twiddling his fingers.
“Seven are foolish, eight are silly, nine are naughty, and add one more, that’s twenty-five. How do you get ten? Hasn’t she learned arithmetic? Is she mentally challenged?”
The fingers he was twiddling suddenly stopped, and he raised his head abruptly.
The forest was as quiet as before, the leaves rustling in the wind. Behind the tree, a hint of vibrant red clothing appeared, seemingly matching the color of Jing Hengbo’s skirt. Everything seemed normal; she was still behind the tree, relieving herself. In this very short time, there was no sign of movement, and it was impossible for her to do anything right under his nose.
However…
The sound of singing…
It was gone!
In a flash of silver-black robes, the next moment, Lord Zuo had already reached the tree where Jing Hengbo was relieving herself.
He looked down at the ground with a calm, smiling face. Finally, a look of surprise, confusion, incomprehension, and a hint of anger appeared on his face.
No one was behind the tree.
The ground was smooth, with no footprints, as if the person had vanished into thin air.
Only a piece of red clothing remained.
