I Got Together with the Goddess [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 65

Just like a fish that was bound to take the bait.

“…Greetings, Your Majesty.”

The little palace maids, who had been gossiping, heard the hurried rustle of the curtain being lifted. Looking up, they saw that Wanqi Yanjing had already walked in. Terrified, they hurried to pay their respects.

Wanqi Yanjing had arrived in haste, but as she passed through the final curtain, she slowed her movements, gently brushing aside the pearl screen to enter Jiang Yiqing’s bedroom.

She saw her lying on the bed, her sleeping face peaceful and serene. The Empress’s furrowed brows suddenly relaxed.

“Your Majesty, let your servant help you change your robes,” a maid said.

“No need. All of you, withdraw.”

“Yes.”

The Hall of Delicate Orchids became exceptionally quiet. Wanqi Yanjing placed her outer robe on a nearby rack and walked to the bedside.

She caressed Jiang Yiqing’s cheek. Thinking of her imperial sister’s support, Jiang Yiqing felt emboldened; she stopped pretending to sleep and slowly opened her eyes.

“So, you weren’t asleep?”

“Indeed. I heard everything the maids said. Well?” Jiang Yiqing intentionally sat a bit further away from her.

“What did the maids say?”

“My imperial sister is coming to take me away!” Jiang Yiqing said. “Wanqi Yanjing, this is the best decision for both countries, do you understand? Do you really want to see the two nations go to war?”

“Are you saying that because of you, the two nations will wage war again?” Wanqi Yanjing spoke as if she had heard something hilarious. She said, “There may be war again, but it will definitely not be because of you.”

“You…” Jiang Yiqing primarily did not want to see a war break out. She asked, “Would you rather fight a war than let me go?”

“You are my possession,” Wanqi Yanjing said. “Nothing that belongs to me can be taken away by anyone.”

“It is my misfortune to have ended up here, and you took the opportunity to abduct me. You are nothing but a shameful criminal. Don’t look so smug; I am not yours! And I never will be!”

“Then who was it on the battlefield who begged me for mercy?” Wanqi Yanjing’s eyes grew dark, like a night where the moon had vanished, leaving not a spark of light.

“A criminal? You dare speak of me that way.” As she spoke, she stepped forward, blocking all of Jiang Yiqing’s paths of retreat. “It seems I have been too kind to you.”

Jiang Yiqing realized that reasoning with Wanqi Yanjing was impossible; their values were completely different—it was like playing a lute to a cow. However, she decided to throw caution to the wind, not hesitating to completely tear away the pretense of civility.

“Considering you’re good-looking and a good lover, I won’t hold it against you. There are plenty of women like you in the world. You don’t think you’re extra valuable just because you’re an Empress, do you? Once I leave, I’ll find a new girlfriend immediately. I’ll have a good laugh with her about you. Did you think a princess from the Female-Dominant World would willingly be your canary, kept in a cage forever?”

Jiang Yiqing’s beautiful face carried a kind of innocent cruelty.

Wanqi Yanjing hadn’t expected her to refuse to keep her in her heart at all; this was completely different from the people around her who obeyed her every whim. Although she had never expected the girl to like her, having her pity trampled upon so ruthlessly was a massive challenge to her pride as an Empress.

“I can understand your desire to escape my palm, but aren’t you celebrating a bit too early?” Wanqi Yanjing looked at her, her breathing labored with anger, but eventually, she smiled—a smile of absolute certainty.

“Early? I think it’s just right.”

Wanqi Yanjing raised her right hand and pinched a hand-seal that Jiang Yiqing didn’t recognize. From her fingertips, three phoenix-shaped arrow feathers flew out, trailing flames as they shot toward Jiang Yiqing.

Jiang Yiqing stepped back in fear, not expecting this world to have such sorcery. Thinking back, the sky full of flaming arrows on the battlefield probably had everything to do with Wanqi Yanjing as well.

But the expected pain did not arrive. She opened her eyes to see the arrow feathers pinned to the wall, quickly forming a triangular formation. Then, Jiang Yiqing felt as if she were bound, unable to move a single inch within that formation.

“What is a ‘girlfriend’? You’ve become my person, and you still want to find someone else?” Wanqi Yanjing gazed at her coldly.

“Get lost. Sooner or later, I’ll dump you and return to the State of Zhai. I’ll find whoever I want, and you won’t be able to stop me.”

Wanqi Yanjing said, “You aren’t going back.”

She reached out and parted Jiang Yiqing’s nightgown, revealing that snow-white body. Seeing such a beautiful sight, her breath hitched. Looking at her face again—even if her personality was this terrible—this face was exactly to her liking.

Jiang Yiqing struggled within the formation but could do nothing, glares shooting at her.

“You have no idea how merciful I am to you. If I wanted to torture you, you would suffer untold miseries. Why must you resist me?”

“You’re only smug for now! I’m telling you, I am not someone to be messed with!”

“Fine, I like this stubborn, unyielding side of you.” Wanqi Yanjing laughed. “Your mouth is quite sharp; not only are your insults pleasant to hear, but when I make you feel good, your cries are just as delightful.”

Jiang Yiqing’s face flushed as she looked at her. “You haven’t exactly been silent either. What are you so proud of?”

“Oh? You’re already feeling something here?” Wanqi Yanjing leaned in toward her body, her tongue slowly licking across that smooth skin like a snake. “Does being toyed with by someone you hate make you this happy?”

“Let… let go of me.” Jiang Yiqing’s eyes welled with the moist tide of passion, but she still said, “You will regret this.”

It was maddening. Even though she despised this person, for some reason, her body could not reject her.

The stimulation she gave her exceeded the range of Jiang Yiqing’s endurance, such that as soon as she drew near, Jiang Yiqing began to collapse.

“Your body is wonderful; it’s practically begging me for mercy. It always leaves me infatuated. But the moment you turn around, you flip your face and refuse to acknowledge me. When will your mouth be as honest as your body? Concubine Qing, you are like a type of flower offered as tribute from a foreign land. Do you know what it is?” Wanqi Yanjing whispered in her ear.

“…”

“It is a rose.”

A rose has thorns, but its fragrance is incomparable.

“…How cliché,” Jiang Yiqing said.

“…Even if it pricks my hands, I cannot leave you.” Wanqi Yanjing kissed her ear, her beautiful and enchanting voice drilling deep into Jiang Yiqing’s ear. “So, before I grow tired of you, honestly remain as a canary that cannot fly.”

Jiang Yiqing had applied poison to her own lips. She herself felt it was a cliché tactic, but Wanqi Yanjing seemed to be exactly that kind of cliché woman—she truly kissed her, just like a fish that was bound to take the bait.

Her provocation had finally taken effect. So what if Wanqi Yanjing had extraordinary martial arts? So what if she was the Empress? She was still exactly as she had imagined—easily moved to lust the moment she saw her, enchanted by superficial beauty. This was the calamity that someone like her could not escape.

For the first time, Jiang Yiqing threw herself into the kiss to ensure the poison was successfully ingested. Seeing Wanqi Yanjing’s entranced expression, a voice in Jiang Yiqing’s heart laughed secretly.

A moment later, the results were apparent.

Jiang Yiqing found that she could finally move. In contrast, Wanqi Yanjing collapsed, falling onto the bed. Though she looked disheveled, her eyes remained unexpectedly calm.

“What did you do to me?”

“You aren’t the only person in this world who knows martial arts.” Jiang Yiqing enjoyed the supreme satisfaction of looking down at her from above.

“Impossible,” Wanqi Yanjing said. “I have checked your background. You are an ordinary person with depleted spiritual energy. Because of this, you were mocked by the entire Imperial Court; everyone said you were worthless except for your beauty. It’s impossible for you to suddenly awaken any martial arts.”

“That was just a facade for others to see.” Jiang Yiqing thought to herself that the original owner of the body was quite tragic, being thrown onto the battlefield in the end. She suppressed her sympathy and said to Wanqi Yanjing, “It was to guard against people like you who love to pry into others’ privacy.”

“Then what is your goal? Did the State of Zhai send you to assassinate me?”

Wanqi Yanjing’s suspicion was not without reason. If that were the case, Jiang Yiqing would think the people of Zhai were incredibly clever, because even though things had escalated this far, the palace attendants outside had not entered.

It seemed that to avoid being disturbed, Wanqi Yanjing had proactively dismissed the nearby guards.

“Rest assured, Empress, things aren’t as bad as you think,” Jiang Yiqing said. “My goal is simple: to humiliate you properly, just as you humiliated me.”

“How have I humiliated you?”

Jiang Yiqing extended her foot and stepped on Wanqi Yanjing’s long, proud legs, then moved upward. She had originally wanted to step on her face, but after thinking about it, she felt that going too far might not be good; she mainly wanted to vent her anger.

So instead, she straddled Wanqi Yanjing, reaching out to pat her dignified and noble face. “Why aren’t you showing a humiliated expression? As an Empress, doesn’t being treated like this make you angry?”

Wanqi Yanjing wanted to laugh but held it back. She said, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Hmph.” Jiang Yiqing wasn’t about to fall for her provocation. She picked up a rouge box from the head of the bed, opened it, and began painting on Wanqi Yanjing’s face.

Wanqi Yanjing finally lost some of her composure. She said, “What are you doing?”

“Making you lose face,” Jiang Yiqing said. “Imagine the reaction of the maids when they come in later. You’d better start putting on a shameful expression right now to please me.”

“Childish.”

Jiang Yiqing realized she wasn’t particularly suited for this kind of thing. She painted randomly, turning Wanqi Yanjing’s face into a mess, and then began to strip off her clothes.

“My beloved concubine, so you like to play like this?”

“Shut that mouth of yours.” Since a moment ago, Jiang Yiqing had noticed a treasure on Wanqi Yanjing’s person.

It seemed to be worth quite a lot of money.

“The Heteromorphic Bone Langhua Pendant.” Jiang Yiqing finally pulled the bone pendant from her waist and examined it. The pendant shimmered with a special radiance, clearly extraordinary.

“You actually recognize it.” Wanqi Yanjing was somewhat surprised.

“There are many things you don’t know.” Jiang Yiqing mocked her and sold the item to the system.

“Host, this item is special. It does not need to be sold; it can be accepted as collateral. I can pay you 3,000 coins.”

Jiang Yiqing didn’t know why, but she wasn’t going to turn down free money. She saw Wanqi Yanjing finally get angry: “Where did you put my bone pendant?”

“Gone,” Jiang Yiqing said with a smile. “You’ll never see it again.”

“Jiang Yiqing, you—have truly made me angry.”

“You’re angry over a mere object? And you treated me like an object? You deserve it.” Jiang Yiqing left her behind and stood up gracefully. “We part ways here. Let’s never meet again. Otherwise, the next time we meet, I’ll definitely give you a hard time.”