TFSRITA Chapter 78

A deep voice echoed in the secluded palace.

There was no response.

…

After a long while, the man lowered his head and saw the familiar figure sleeping in his arms. A fleeting sense of helplessness and disappointment crossed his features. However, in the next moment, he opened his mouth and viciously bit down on her warm, tender face. The sudden shock made the recently awakened woman cry out in a hoarse voice, “Ah! That hurts! Ji Yezhen, are you trying to kill me?”

Ji Yezhen released her, wiping his saliva from her face with his long, cold fingers, and smiled coldly. “I told you to keep me company through the night!”

The pain and the coldness startled Yan Qing completely awake. Gritting her teeth, she replied, “Just you wait!”

She swore she wouldn’t rest until she avenged this wrong!

However, she was not in a position to retaliate right now.

She could only glare at the ceiling in frustration.

Whenever she felt so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, it was either her neck or her arm that would get bitten, waking her up completely. Every time she caught Ji Yezhen’s gaze, he only laughed more happily.

Despite her anger, Yan Qing had to force herself to keep her eyes open and stay up with Ji Yezhen until dawn.

Finally, Ji Yezhen released her.

With her pi’pa bone free and the blanket loosened, Yan Qing quickly grabbed a nearby pillow and struck it at him with both hands. “You bastard! I’m going to fight you!”

“Ugh—” The pillow was filled with special materials that aided sleep and was quite heavy. It struck Ji Yezhen’s head, causing him to instinctively gasp and duck.

Seeing this, Yan Qing sneered and continued to hit him. She targeted his head, then his back, arms, and legs—she aimed for every part she could reach.

This time, Ji Yezhen did not resist. He raised his arms to shield his head and allowed her to vent her frustration.

The sound of repeated strikes echoed.

Yan Qing’s pent-up fury from the night was indeed frightening, and after beating him up, she ended up panting heavily, exhausted.

Hitting someone is a workout.

When she sensed that her strikes had ceased, Ji Yezhen finally sighed in relief, withdrawing his grimace. He looked up to find Yan Qing swinging a chair at him.

He shouted in anger, “Enough already! I let you hit me for so long!”

Yan Qing’s face was fierce as she replied, “Enough of your nonsense!”

With that, she swung the chair down.

There was a loud crack as the chair broke against his back, sending splinters flying and nearly hitting Yan Qing herself, making her instinctively step back.

This demonstrated just how powerful Yan Qing was.

“Cough, cough—” Pain surged through Ji Yezhen’s back, causing him to feel as if his insides were being shaken. He couldn’t help but cough, his expression turning bitter.

What a woman who cannot be trifled with.

How could she be so ruthless and show no mercy?

His forehead veins bulged, his face flushed, and every slight movement sent sharp pain shooting through his back. The burning discomfort spread layer upon layer, making it hard for him to breathe. He could only lie half on the bed.

Ji Yezhen turned to look at Yan Qing, who, after their playful scuffle, had flushed cheeks and her face softened. Yet there was still a trace of fierceness and anger in her expression.

She wiped her face, confusion crossing her beautiful features, before gritting her teeth, dropping the remaining piece of the chair leg, and warning him, “I warn you, if you do this again, it won’t be just this level of pain next time!”

Next time, she would make him regret it!

With that, Yan Qing turned and left.

She had given him face; how dare he confine her for an entire night? He didn’t even let her sleep!

Behind her, Ji Yezhen stared at her retreating figure, his face pale, his peach-blossom eyes filled with confusion. He suddenly felt a strange sensation that maybe it was her who was indifferent.

After everything he had done to her in the past few months, did she truly not understand?

Ji Yezhen frowned and lay back on the couch, feeling the thick, soft bedding beneath him. The pain made him break out in a cold sweat, but he suddenly remembered that Yan Qing had not taken a blanket when she left.

He struggled to sit up, the pain making his face even paler as beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps, and Yan Qing returned.

His eyes brightened, and just as he was about to speak, she turned him over and pressed down on the quickly swelling injury, using her thumb to apply pressure.

“You… cough, cough…” Ji Yezhen was taken aback by her aggressive action, and with the injury being pressed, the pain surged as if it had multiplied several times. He even choked on his saliva.

Yan Qing smiled coldly, pressing down even harder. “Does that feel good?”

Ji Yezhen: “…”

His face was pale as he forced himself to nod, gritting his teeth with a hint of a smile, “Of course, it feels great! Ugh—”

He let out another muffled groan, his temples reddening, veins bulging, and sweat visibly pouring down his face and soaking his clothes, looking quite terrifying.

Yan Qing hit him again, slamming her fist into his back until he nearly fainted before she finally pulled back her hand and left.

Everything was not left unpunished; she hadn’t found an opportunity before, but now that she had one, she couldn’t let it go. As for the consequences, she didn’t think about it—her comfort was what mattered!

…

Jiang Wende rushed in from outside. Upon seeing the scene before him, he was so shocked that his legs almost gave way, and he turned pale. “Your Majesty, what happened? I’ll call for a doctor!”