The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1971

Chapter 1971: Chapter 982: Long Mengmeng Arrives (Xinyang vs Xiao Ji Special)

Long Yi found the village only after Xiao Ji and Princess Xinyang had left with their entourage.

The old lady’s small thatched hut was the closest to the cave entrance; he first went to the old lady’s place. Having stayed by Princess Xinyang’s side for years, he was thoroughly familiar with her aura.

As soon as he entered, he knew she had been here.

He asked the old lady where they had gone.

He wore a mask, his eyes emanating endless killing intent.

Mengmeng is very fierce!

You better confess truthfully!

Otherwise, I’ll kill you!

The old lady was successfully threatened, raised her hand, and pointed to the slope in the backyard: "They left from there."

Xiao Ji didn’t specify where they went; firstly, he didn’t want to implicate the old woman, and secondly, to prevent any chance the old woman might betray them.

Protection was one thing, trust was another; if he didn’t plan thoroughly, he couldn’t have survived this long.

Long Yi traced the clues to the residence where the young master had once stayed and quickly sensed the breathing from inside the box, his martial artist’s senses was unlike ordinary people.

He opened the box lid and saw two men with their hands and feet bound and mouths gagged.

The two had long been awake, but unfortunately, could not move or shout.

Finally, someone came, and naturally, they were very excited.

Long Yi glanced at them and pulled the cloth from the more presentable young master’s mouth, asking, "Who did this to you?"

The young master hastily reported, "A man and a woman! They were wearing Dongyi soldiers’ clothes, but you could tell from their accents that they aren’t Dongyi!"

Wait, your accent doesn’t sound like Dongyi!

"Where did they go?" Long Yi pinched his throat.

The young master shivered, "To... to... the Saintess Hall..."

He had heard them impersonate their master and servant, being escorted onto the carriage by the guards of the Dongyi king, so they must have gone to the Saintess Hall.

"Where is the Saintess Hall?" Long Yi asked again.

The young master stammered, "I... I’ve never been..."

He truly hadn’t been there.

The Saintess Hall was the most sacred and mysterious place for the whole Dongyi clan, outsiders simply had no way to approach, and if not for his good looks and excellent birth date, he wouldn’t have had the chance to be selected for marriage with the Saintess.

But who could have expected someone to cut in halfway.

Long Yi concluded he couldn’t get more information, chopped the two men into unconsciousness, closed the box lid, and headed out.

He followed the wheel tracks and footprints in the snowfield to the village entrance. Passing under a large tree, he heard a playful voice from above, "Big guy, are you going to the Saintess Hall?"

He raised his head, looking dazedly at the Little Princess Dongyi sitting on the tree branch.

The Little Princess Dongyi leapt lightly down, looking at him mischievously, "I know the way to the Saintess Hall."

Long Yi glanced at her, sparing words, "Lead the way."

The Little Princess Dongyi was startled, "Aren’t you going to ask if it’s real? Also, aren’t you going to ask why I’m helping you?"

"Lead the way," was still Long Yi’s response.

The Little Princess Dongyi pursed her lips, "I won’t."

Long Yi left.

The Little Princess Dongyi stared with wide almond eyes at his unturned back, stammering, "I-I-I’ve already said I’m not leading the way!"

Yet she still caught up.

...

The Saintess Hall was a shrine located on Dongyi Mountain of the Dongyi clan.

Of course, that was for Dongyi people.

In Xiao Ji and Princess Xinyang’s eyes, it was just an ordinary palace, not even particularly exquisite.

However, the atmosphere inside the palace was extremely mysterious.

Only women were here, no men, everyone expressionless, appearing detached from the human world.

Additionally, incense was burning throughout the palace, at the entrance, in the corridors; even upon entering the room, the first to come into view were two large incense burners.

"Achoo!"

Princess Xinyang’s nose tickled, she sneezed.

The woman in red frowned and looked at her.

Xiao Ji calmly spoke, "When can I meet the Saintess?"

The woman in red’s attention was successfully diverted, her gaze moved from Princess Xinyang’s face to Xiao Ji’s veiled hat, "According to the rules, you may meet the Saintess on the day of the grand wedding three days later. If the Saintess wishes to see you in the meantime, she will come over."

Xiao Ji raised an eyebrow, "You just didn’t say it, but you’ve thought it. Tsk, Qin Fengwan, I didn’t expect you to be like this."

Princess Xinyang, once again infuriated to a black face: "...!!"

At night, the woman in red personally delivered the wedding attire, asking the lord to try it on for size.

"You all go out, he will help me change," Xiao Ji said behind the curtain to those holding the clothes and accessories.

The woman in red directed the servants to place the attire on the outer chamber’s table before stepping out as instructed.

The door was left open; they needed to know the fitting outcome before they could leave.

Princess Xinyang carried the attire into the inner chamber, whispering, "Really going to try it on?"

Xiao Ji replied softly, "If I don’t try it on for them to see, they won’t leave."

This is their duty, to ensure every wedding detail is flawless.

If the lord’s wedding attire doesn’t fit, they would be held accountable.

Princess Xinyang understood this rationale. She said no more, hesitated a moment, then asked him, "You..."

Xiao Ji smiled at her, "This marquis obviously can’t change myself, lend a hand?"

Princess Xinyang considered his severe injuries, realized it was indeed inconvenient, and silently proceeded to help him untie his belt.

The wounds on his body were tightly bound with cloth, slightly seeping with blood. His muscular form clearly delineated, exuding a ceaseless sense of formidable strength.

Princess Xinyang’s eyelashes fluttered as she averted her gaze, turning to fetch the wedding attire, which consisted of three layers: undergarment, middle garment, and wedding robe.

He spread his arms to aid her in dressing him.

Her proximity allowed her to distinctly sense his unique, intoxicating male scent.

She wrapped her arms around him to fasten the waist belt, as if embracing him of her own accord.

Her cheek inadvertently brushed against his firm, broad chest.

He suddenly gasped sharply.

She paused, quickly withdrew, and looked up at him in alarm, "Did I hurt you? Did I touch your wound?"

He took a deep breath, lifting a well-defined hand to cup her cheek, his thumb gently pressing against her soft lips.

His eyes deepened, his voice turning husky, "Qin Fengwan, are you trying to make this marquis take you right here?"

She stared at his outrageously handsome face, enveloped in his alluring aura, feeling a surge of heat to her mind, she blurted, "Do you... want to?"