Chapter 129: Chapter 129: Seeking Help
Jiang Ke was traveling with Sang Yan toward the East.
To the East, Quanzhou was by the sea; once they took to the sea, they would be as free as fish leaping through the vast waters.
In the two days that Jiang Ke rested up, Sang Yan had already figured out his intentions. Sadly for her, he watched her closely; every ti he went out to purchase supplies, he would press her mute acupoint and other acupoints to immobilize her body.
And he would return very quickly.
Never taking more than two hours.
She had no chance to call for help.
Despair.
Endless despair.
She didn’t know what fate awaited them once they set sail.
Did she really have to exile herself overseas with him and beco a true husband and wife?
“Mmmhmmhmm—”
She sat in the carriage; through the curtains blown open by the wind, she saw soldiers outside searching for soone.
Jiang Ke pulled the curtains closed, blocking her view, and smiled tenderly, “Ah Yan, still not giving up hope?”
Sang Yan turned her head away, unwilling to look at him.
The carriage moved forward.
When passing through the city gate for inspection, their disguised appearances kept them from being discovered.
Everything was going too smoothly.
Even the heavens seed to be aiding him.
They headed straight for Quanzhou.
By the ti they arrived, it had already turned dark.
Jiang Ke chose an inn, carried her out of the carriage, and took her into their room.
He also unblocked her acupoints.
Intimidated by his intimacy over the past few days, she didn’t dare provoke him; therefore, she didn’t call out for help.
Soon after, the waiter brought in their al.
She had no appetite, eating a little before putting her chopsticks down.
Seeing she had lost weight, he urged her to eat more and picked up so slices of at for her.
She opened her mouth to eat them, silent and numb.
After finishing the al, he asked the waiter to bring hot water.
Sang Yan was beginning to fear bathing, for every ti she bathed, he would co to cuddle and caress her, and it almost went too far on several occasions.
Naturally, Jiang Ke enjoyed this very much.
What he really wanted was to bathe with her, to take a lovers’ bath, but feared her making a scene and had been restraining himself.
Just a little longer.
Once out at sea, he could indulge as much as he pleased.
Sang Yan showered quickly, changed clothes, and hid under the covers.
He used her bathwater but bathed slowly, talking while he washed, “Ah Yan, how much longer must I wait? Do you think that even if you went back, he would still want you? Or rather, would Da He want an Empress like you?”
Sang Yan hadn’t considered this question.
She firmly believed that He Ying was not that kind of man.
Even if he was, that was her choice.
She wanted to go back.
She needed to return to his side.
Even if it was just to glimpse at him once.
She was dying to see him again.
“Ah Yan, try to love . Otherwise, you will be in great pain.”
He erged from the water.
His robust body glistened with beads of water, his abdominal muscles distinctly defined, an undeniably sexy sight.
Sang Yan had seen it many tis and was always amazed inwardly. In a different situation, she wouldn’t mind being with him.
But his timing was always off.
With her heart belonging to another, she was determined to remain loyal to him.
“Ah Yan—”
His damp hand landed on her cheek, his voice beckoning seductively, “Open your eyes and look at .”
Upon hearing this, Sang Yan instinctively shut her eyes even tighter.
He laughed softly, “Still afraid to look at ? How adorable.”
He caressed her lips with a very suggestive gesture.
Sang Yan opened her mouth to bite his finger, “Mmhmm—let go—”
She tried to pull his hand away.
But he flipped her beneath him, “You’re not behaving again.”
He bent down to kiss her forehead, her nose…
She closed her eyes, her trembling breath heavy.
Like an affectionate puppy, he sprawled over her neck, inhaling her scent.
“Ah Yan, love , please.”
His pleading words contrasted with his assertive actions.
She bit her lip, tears falling from fear.
He kissed away her tears, pulled up the blanket, and covered her body.
“It’s okay, I won’t scare you.”
He sealed her mute acupoint, contentedly holding her to sleep.
Just sleep.
Just sleeping, his mind was calm, but his body was restless.
Being at the pri of his youth, it was inevitable to have dreams that made his face flush with embarrassnt…
Sang Yan woke up to his noise, seeing his flushed face, a layer of fine sweat on his forehead, looking tortured by desire, her feelings were complex.
He could easily find another woman to settle his needs, so why insist on her?
Jiang Ke was unaware of all this, indulging freely in his dreams.
The next day, witnessing the ss he had made, his face burning with embarrassnt, he instinctively threw the blankets and sheets into the bath bucket to destroy the evidence.
But that was just an attempt to hide his embarrassnt.
Coming to his senses, he looked towards Sang Yan—
Sang Yan swore that she knew Jiang Ke would settle scores later, so she was always attentive to her micro-expressions, never letting herself show schadenfreude or laughter at his expense.
Yet he still found an excuse, his annoyance flaring into anger, “What are you looking at? You’ve made into such a state, and you still have the nerve to laugh?”
It was clearly his own problem, but how dare he bla her?
Unreasonable!
Sang Yan didn’t argue with him, lowered her head, and sat to one side.
He didn’t say much more, called for soone to clean up the aftermath, and then asked for a tub of cold water and took another bath, changing into fresh clothes.
“Ah Yan, want to go out and have fun?”
Jiang Ke, having tidied himself up, and thinking about how he had lost his temper with her, started to sweet-talk her again.
Sang Yan, unable to speak, wrote on paper, “What fun is there for like this? I can’t talk, I can’t move.”
Jiang Ke read it, lit it with fire, burned the paper to ashes; cautious as ever, he left no trace.
“Why wouldn’t it be fun? As long as you behave, I’ve always indulged you.”
He noticed her hair was disheveled, so he combed it for her and changed her appearance.
Afterward, he really took her out to the streets.
Quanzhou bordered the sea; trade was frequent, with many rchants of different skin colors.
Blacks and whites stood out, and there were others, dressed in modern fashions, resembling Indians.
It was a city of vibrant cultural exchange.
Sang Yan even heard English—
“Porcelain, tea, pearls, the three treasures of Quanzhou, truly living up to their reputation.”
That young and handso white rchant stood before a long stall, expressing his admiration.
Sang Yan looked at him a few tis more, and their gazes t.
A golden headband circled his head, his exposed hair white as snow.
He had pale skin, eyes of clear ice blue, a prominent nose, and a smile played on his lips, his voice magnetic, especially pleasant to the ear.
“Do you understand ?”
He asked her in English.
With her mute acupoint sealed, Sang Yan could only nod.
He paused, then smiled again, “What’s your na, miss?”
Sang Yan couldn’t answer this ti, so she looked towards Jiang Ke with a glance, her expression revealing fear.
Of course, the fear was montary, and she quickly regained her impassive facade.
The man was clever, sensing the abnormality in their relationship.
He looked at Jiang Ke, sizing him up in his black attire, a presence nothing short of a knight’s.
Jiang Ke was looking at him too, “What are you looking at?”
Clasping his sword, his eyes flashed with a threatening intent.
He hadn’t seen Sang Yan’s exchange of glances with the man, but he instinctively disliked it, hating other n looking at Sang Yan.
This was possessive protectiveness.
The man wasn’t intimidated by his aggressive display, smiling cordially, “What may I call you, sir? My surna is Qi, my na is Jiu, a rchant, newly arrived in your country for business. We et by chance today, and seeing that you have a commanding appearance, full of spirit, you must be an extraordinary person. If you don’t mind, could we be friends?”
Sang Yan didn’t expect him to speak their language, nor to approach Jiang Ke with such amiability, feeling that her plea for help just now had been rash, what if he was of the sa ilk as Jiang Ke?
She dared not imagine how Jiang Ke would treat her.
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