Volume One: A Beauty That Brings Disaster Chapter 39: Do You Like Me?

"Master, have you taken the wrong path? This doesn't seem to be the way to the Myriad Treasures Pavilion!"

Seeing Feng Ling'er sprinting toward the east of Yong'an City while cradling Qin Yumei, Jiang Hao could not help but feel suspicious. Could his master have lost her way?

Feng Ling'er let out a cold snort and whispered, "Who said I intended to send this woman to the Myriad Treasures Pavilion?"

Her words left Jiang Hao bewildered. In his view, the safest place in Yong'an City was undoubtedly the Myriad Treasures Pavilion; he had personally witnessed the extraordinary strength of its guards. Furthermore, Yan Tao was there, and Qin Yumei would certainly receive the best protection. Otherwise, Han Yuancheng would not have abducted her in secret—it was clearly because he feared the Pavilion's power. No matter how bold the Crown Prince's guards were, they would never dare to snatch someone in broad daylight from the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.

"Master, then where are we going?" Jiang Hao could not help but ask.

"The Happy Guest Inn," Feng Ling'er replied indifferently.

Before Jiang Hao could press further, Feng Ling'er explained earnestly, "We crippled that Crown Prince just now. Once he wakes up, he will surely send his men to seek revenge, and the Myriad Treasures Pavilion is the first place he would think to look. They might not dare to openly clash with the Pavilion due to its reputation, but Han Yuancheng, the Prince's personal guard, is a Spirit Pellet Realm cultivator. If he wanted to finish you off inside the Pavilion, it would be as easy as turning over his hand! Your death wouldn't be a great loss, but you would implicate me! Have you considered the consequences?"

Hearing this, Jiang Hao broke into a cold sweat and nodded instinctively. "Master, I leave it entirely to you!"

"Good," Feng Ling'er replied softly, her voice sounding slightly strained as she instructed, "I consumed too much spiritual energy setting up the array just now and need to recover in the pendant for a while. This woman is in your hands now. Once you reach the Happy Guest Inn, wake me up, and I will use my natal fire to purge the poison of the Joyous Union Powder from her body. Remember, you have at most the time it takes for an incense stick to burn." With that, she slipped into the pendant on Jiang Hao's chest and fell silent.

"Yes, Master, I understand," Jiang Hao replied, nodding in haste.

As Jiang Hao regained control of his body, he instantly felt a warmth radiating from Qin Yumei’s delicate frame through his black robe. "This warmth... it’s pure torture!"

He instinctively glanced at Qin Yumei in his arms, his face flushing bright red. He quickly averted his gaze and rushed toward the Happy Guest Inn.

"Young Master Jiang, your heartbeat... it’s suddenly so fast..."

Suddenly sensing the wild rhythm of his heart, Qin Yumei let out a soft, seductive moan, as if surprised by his reaction.

"Ah? Is it?" Jiang Hao couldn't help but blurt out, then quickened his pace, his long, dark hair dancing wildly in the wind as he carried her toward the inn.

On the way here, Qin Yumei had tried to speak to him more than once, but he had always responded with cold indifference. Now, however, he seemed like a different person, revealing his human emotions. In this moment, she felt as though she had found the young man she was familiar with once again.

Watching his sudden bashfulness, Qin Yumei chuckled to herself: "Young Master Jiang, so you were just putting on an act before?"

"Mmm... mmm..."

"Young Master Jiang... I’m so hot..."

The effect of the Joyous Union Powder forced another seductive sound from her lips, leaving Jiang Hao flustered and at a loss. Pushing himself, he soon arrived at the lobby of the Happy Guest Inn.

"Waiter, extend my stay for another half month! And act as if you never saw me tonight!"

Jiang Hao tossed three hundred silver coins onto the counter and left in a hurry, his silhouette vanishing quickly.

"Sir! Sir?" Before the waiter could react, Jiang Hao had already bounded up to the third floor, racing toward the room he had previously occupied.

Seeing the familiar figure, the waiter suddenly realized who it was and wore a sycophantic grin. "Oh! So the young master has returned! My humble inn is truly honored! Young Master, never mind half a month—even if you stayed for half a year, we would serve you the finest food and drink!" He waved his hand, bowing obsequiously. "And please, rest assured, I never saw you come to the inn tonight." Even though Jiang Hao was already gone, the waiter remained in his servile posture, making his promise with absolute certainty.

"Strange, the woman the young master brought this time... why is she so mature and alluring? Judging by her silhouette, she must be a great beauty. The young master’s taste has finally become a bit more normal."

Although the black robe covered most of her body, Qin Yumei’s figure still exuded an elegant, heart-stirring grace.

*Bang!*

As soon as he entered the room, Jiang Hao shut the door and hurried to the bed, gently laying Qin Yumei down.

"Master, we’ve arrived," Jiang Hao said with a long breath, calling out urgently, "Master, wake up! It’s time for you to detoxify and heal Pavilion Master Qin. We don't have much time left; if she dies from the poison, all our efforts tonight will have been for nothing! Master? Master?"

But no matter how he called, Feng Ling'er’s voice did not return, and the pendant on his chest remained dark. In truth, after setting up the sound-isolating array, Feng Ling'er had exhausted her primordial spirit and fallen into a deep slumber. Clearly, even she had not anticipated that using the array with her current strength would result in such a severe backlash.

"Young Master Jiang... I’m so hot..."

"It feels like... there are thousands of ants crawling on me..."

"Young Master Jiang... am I going to die from this poison?"

Qin Yumei looked at him with blurred, unfocused eyes, as if awaiting his answer.

"Master, why do you have to fail me at such a critical moment?" Looking at Qin Yumei, who was consumed by desire on the bed, Jiang Hao felt as if he were on pins and needles, completely at a loss. Faced with such a stunning beauty, especially in her current state, he knew he lacked the resolve to hold back.

Half an hour had passed since she ingested the poison. If it were not purged soon, she would likely bleed from her seven orifices and die. In the tense, sweltering atmosphere, Qin Yumei’s body seemed to move with a natural, seductive grace. She bowed her head slightly, her long hair cascading like a waterfall, softly shading eyes that shimmered with a faint light, as if she were unintentionally casting a silent spell of temptation. Her fair, soft breasts were partially visible through the black robe, straining to break free...

Her fingertips traced her own skin, as if trying to soothe the unbearable itch, yet only adding to her allure.

"Young Master Jiang..."

"Are you just going to... watch me die before your eyes?"

Her lips curved into a mysterious smile, hinting at the depths of her hidden longings. Her voice was soft and enchanting, like a note plucked on a heartstring. Every word was filled with helplessness, yet laced with a subtle provocation that made the air heavy with an indescribable urgency.

"Pavilion Master Qin, I..." Jiang Hao stood rooted to the spot, his own body burning, struggling to maintain his restraint.

"Young Master Jiang, do you like me?"

She leaned forward slightly, revealing her elegant curves. Her gaze shifted and lingered, as if seeking his response.

"Mmm... Young Master..."

"I’m in so much pain... it feels worse than death..."

Before he could answer, the drug forced another moan from her. Every movement she made seemed to silently tell of the complex emotions within her—shame and desire woven together into a heart-wrenching scene.