Chapter 21 – House Arrest (Part Five)

Her soft breasts pressed against the back of his head. Her faint, elegant fragrance lingered around his nose.

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her down. His body spun backward with the chair, and she let out a startled cry and fell into his arms.

She struggled to break free from his embrace but inadvertently brushed against a sensitive part of his body.

He pulled her close, holding her hands and her waist imprisoned within his arms.

His arms were like iron bands, strong and unyielding. Her face was pressed against his powerful chest. Her cheeks flushed red, and she couldn’t move.

He lowered his head and savored her flustered expression. This woman had finally lost her composure.

She struggled unwillingly. He chuckled lowly, the sound making her heart race.

He reached out and touched her face. Her skin was smooth and delicate like silk. Her pink lips were tightly pressed together alluringly.

He lowered his head and kissed her, nibbling and sucking at her cherry lips, sometimes gently and sometimes forcefully.

She felt dizzy but was unwilling to admit defeat so easily.

He carried her to the bed, pulling her into his arms. The beauty in his arms was fragile and delicate. She was no longer the cold, proud, formidable female assassin of just days ago.

He smiled smugly. A woman like this should lie in a man’s arms, blooming and withering obediently under his care.

He wanted to strip away and destroy her defenses, to devour everything about her.

At the crucial moment, bang bang—the sound of uninvited knocking came from outside the door. He frowned and ignored it.

But the knocking seemed determined to oppose him, continuing without pause. The person outside the door called out, “Ye Qingzhou requests an audience!”

Then came the sound of the door being pushed open, followed by footsteps stopping outside the arched doorway.

The Dragon King rose in irritation, straightened his clothes, sat down at his desk, and said coldly, “Enter.”

Ye Qingzhou parted the gauze curtain and walked in, followed by an exceptionally alluring woman.

The Dragon King’s face was very grim.

Ye Qingzhou deliberately ignored his gaze and bowed, saying, “Master has been working hard outside for several days. I have taken the liberty of inviting Lady Lin here to attend to you.”

He gave a meaningful look to the woman he had brought. Lady Lin understood and gracefully walked to the Dragon King’s side. Her delicate hands rested on his shoulders, massaging them gently as she said softly, “Palace Master, let Lin’er attend to you tonight.”

She was the Dragon King’s new favorite. With her delicate features, gentle and obedient demeanor, and kind and understanding nature, she managed to stay in the manor until now.

The Dragon King said nothing.

Ye Qingzhou ignored his master’s expression and said to Ru Ye, “It’s been several days, Miss. How are your injuries? Please come with me. Let me take a look. You need to recover as soon as possible, lest you fail to attend properly to the master.”

Ru Ye lowered her head and followed behind Ye Qingzhou.

The Dragon King seemed to see right through his intentions but did not stop him. He waved his hand and let them leave.

At least so far, Ye Qingzhou had done nothing that displeased him. He tacitly allowed this small disruption.

Once outside the door, Ru Ye said softly, “Thank you, sir.”

“No need for such formalities. It’s just that your injury is healing too slowly. Please take better care of yourself in the future.”

After seeing Ye Qingzhou out of the courtyard gate, she returned to her own room, lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and couldn’t fall asleep.

She began replaying the entire process in her mind again and again, thinking about her current situation.

She had always been a very rational person, accustomed to using her mind to solve problems. Now there were many problems. She needed to think clearly: Ye Shengxiang, Wenshu, the Stronghold, the Dragon Palace…

About an hour later, she heard rustling footsteps coming from inside. Someone walked lightly out of the bedchamber, passed by her door, and went out into the courtyard.

She threw off the blanket and pricked up her ears. It seemed someone was waiting outside the courtyard gate.

Why didn’t that woman stay the night here?

The following nights confirmed her suspicion.

Except for the first woman he had brought back, he never allowed any woman to sleep beside him.

This surprised her. On the surface, he seemed very infatuated with beautiful women, but perhaps he never really cared about women and didn’t really trust them.

From the very beginning, their plan to seduce him with their beauty was a miscalculation.

Life under house arrest here was extraordinarily peaceful. She didn’t feel like an assassin, nor did this place feel like some secret place of the martial arts world.

It seemed as if she had already left the martial world arts behind, but in reality, she was right at its centre.

For someone who had lived their whole life with their blade licking blood, this kind of life was like a grave. It was like burying a sharp, precious sword deep underground, letting it rust and dull, eventually becoming scrap metal.

Often, she would sit alone under a tree in the courtyard, watching the flowers fall and flutter before her eyes, feeling that she had become like those flowers and plants in the yard—vibrant and thriving for now, but autumn was already approaching.

She even caught glimpses of fleeting sorrow in the mirror. She was slowly losing her sense of being a top-tier assassin.

If she lost the instincts and abilities of an assassin, how would she continue to exist in this world?

She didn’t enjoy being an assassin, but being an assassin was the only way she knew how to survive.

She had to break free from this predicament.

She would wait. Wait for the best moment, just as she had done for all these years.