CHAPTER 1500: CHAPTER 1500: RAN INTO THE WRONG ROOM

Ji Wanrong is now eagerly awaiting the ceasefire, as her new policies have just been implemented in the South Yangtze Prefecture, and the feedback from the public has been enthusiastic.

The previously suppressed economic vitality is like the revival of everything in spring, burstingly emerging.

If given a year, the economic strength of the South Yangtze Prefecture could definitely double.

By then, with such a foundation, whether defending or attacking, she would have the confidence to persist.

Now with the war breaking out, even before the two armies have clashed, the silver coins are flowing out like water.

Running the household, she finally realizes how costly military campaigns are.

She drank late into the night with Long Fei and a few men.

Long Fei and the others, intoxicated, began talking dirty; her head was a bit dizzy as this was the first time she drank so much.

The Mayor of Yangzhou City arranged accommodations for her, and feeling embarrassed by the vulgar talk, she excused herself to return.

Due to the front line’s danger, she didn’t bring her sister along, leaving Ji Wanyu and Lin Shanshan to take charge at the rear.

Sitting alone in the room at this moment, she felt a bit bored.

Ji Wanrong took off her outer clothes, lay on the embroidered bed, raised her hand to extinguish the Light Gathering Stone, and, feeling drowsy, was about to sleep.

The door was suddenly banged open, and Long Fei staggered into the room, groping in the dark, "Why isn’t there a light in this room?"

"You, did you enter the wrong room?"

Ji Wanrong, startled, quickly turned over and was just about to grab her clothes when Long Fei plopped down on the bed and lay back.

Like entering his own home, he took off his Snow Silkworm Embroidered Dragon Boots with his eyes closed and began snoring loudly.

This time, Long Fei was truly drunk.

There’s a famous wine in Yangzhou called Nu’er Hong, and that’s what they drank today.

The Mayor of Yangzhou City is straightforward, allowing them to squander hundreds of years of stock.

Chu Feng joked, saying whose daughter hasn’t married off for over a hundred years, the old man must be anxious.

They didn’t know that this liquor was brewed by an expert from the Agricultural Sect, reputed as the "Immortal Topple."

The group of drunken men came over earlier; Long Fei’s and Ji Wanrong’s rooms were in the same courtyard.

The maids intended to help Long Fei inside, but with Chu Feng surrounded by women and unable to extricate himself, they accompanied him to another courtyard.

Long Fei came in alone, didn’t recognize the place, and ended up in Ji Wanrong’s room.

Ji Wanrong was also drunk; never before had a man been on her bed.

This big man, reeking of alcohol, was really smelly.

If it were before, she would’ve drawn her sword long ago.

She blushed, pinched Long Fei’s nose, hoping to wake him, and softly called, "Hey, get up!"

Unexpectedly, Long Fei switched to breathing through his mouth.

Ji Wanrong pursed her lips and covered his mouth with her hand.

Now the snoring stopped, and Long Fei also ceased breathing.

At his level, he could breathe through any part of his body, every pore could absorb oxygen from outside.

Ji Wanrong felt a headache, wrinkled her nose at Long Fei, saying, "You can’t take advantage of me without marrying me, it’s not that easy. You won’t leave? Fine, this princess will!"

She carefully crawled over Long Fei, intending to sleep in the next room.

But just as she stretched her arm, Long Fei turned over, pressing her onto the bed in an embrace.

Ji Wanrong’s body tensed, staring motionless at the ceiling.

She didn’t dare make a sound, fearing it would attract those outside, which would expose the affair.

Though her marriage to Long Fei was arranged by her Imperial Grandfather, they haven’t wed yet.

If others found out, she’d be too embarrassed to face anyone.

She tilted her head sneakily glancing at Long Fei.

He slept soundly, as if nothing happened, not only holding her waist but also positioning his leg comfortably on hers.

"You guy, you sure sleep well, treating me like a doll!"

Ji Wanrong muttered, blowing at her bangs.

She thought to herself that once back, she must introduce those outside world’s Simmons beds.

This Golden Silk Phoebe embroidered bed, blocked on three sides, only allowed exiting from the front.

Seeing Long Fei motionless for a while, she moved his arm slightly, trying to slip out from under his large hand.

This movement made Long Fei instinctively tighten his grip, pulling her even closer.

His strength was immense; Ji Wanrong tried to struggle, but the more she did, the tighter his hold became.

Her heart thumped as she lay pressed against Long Fei; never before had she been this close to a man.

Ji Wanrong pinched him, warning softly, "Don’t mess around! Don’t think you can take advantage by being drunk, if you dare touch me, I’ll chop you with a sword. Don’t blame me for being ruthless; after all, I’ve beaten you before, you know my prowess..."

She hadn’t finished her rambling when Long Fei’s big hand wrapped around her waist, groping to the front and grabbing onto a spot.

Ji Wanrong’s eyes widened in shock, her mind buzzing, unable to recover for a while.

"You..."

Her breathing quickened, her body tingled, not only without disgust but also feeling a strangely pleasant sensation.

"You bastard, wake up!"

Ji Wanrong glared at Long Fei, anxious and at a loss.

Actually drawing her sword was impossible, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

After Long Fei’s help countless times, her heart wasn’t stone, and it had warmed up too.

She supported herself on Long Fei, silently praying he’d sleep more peacefully, willing to endure one night.

But who knew, the guy’s head moved down, grazing her head as he slid down.

He navigated skillfully, finally extending forward, stopping warmly on her lips.

Ji Wanrong was utterly lost, eyes darting around, thinking it’s over, tonight she’ll fold here.

She had prepared, ready to give up resistance.

Just then, Long Fei chuckled, suddenly turned upright, waving a hand saying, "Nope, can’t pretend anymore."

Ji Wanrong stared at him, took a deep breath, and sat up, pouting, "You’ve been awake for a while?"

Long Fei gave a couple of dry coughs, "Not too long awake, just now, maybe!"

As a Cultivator, blacking out or waking was his choice, many ways to awaken.

When Long Fei smelled a faint fragrance, he knew everything in his heart and intentionally teased Ji Wanrong.

"You, you rascal!"

Ji Wanrong was both ashamed and angry, her heart filled with thoughts of killing him.

She kicked toward Long Fei, not holding back, the blow reverberating throughout the embroidered bed, even collapsing the bedboard underneath.

With Long Fei’s body being so robust, even with full strength her kick was ineffective.

Knowing he went too far, he quickly gestured for her to hush, indicating not to alert the people outside serving them.

Ji Wanrong stood up, putting on her clothes, kicked him twice more, still feeling upset, then leaving for the room next door.

Long Fei sat on the broken bed, sighed, thinking to himself, at least he maintained control at the end, the princess ought to be glad!

Ah, women, their temper truly is weird!