Chapter 395 Dream On If You Think You’ll Marry Someone Else!

Chapter 395: Want to Marry Someone Else? Dream On!

Xiao Lingchuan grabbed her wrist with such force it almost crushed her bones.

Jiang Shuning winced in pain, her hand going slack. The silver needle dropped silently onto the thick carpet, disappearing without a trace.

"Do you really want to marry Xiao Huaijin that badly?" Xiao Lingchuan leaned down, his handsome face just inches from hers, his warm breath brushing against her skin—not with warmth, but with bone-chilling cold.

"Answer me!" He gritted out the words through clenched teeth.

The sharp pain in her wrist brought tears to Jiang Shuning's eyes. Looking at the man before her, who seemed nearly driven mad, her thoughts were in chaos.

How is he here? What about Xiao Huaijin? What about Jun?

Wasn't he supposed to be in Daye?

How did he manage to sneak into the Beiling palace?

And when did he take Xiao Huaijin's place to marry her?

Countless questions raced through her mind, but she couldn't voice any of them.

Her silence, in Xiao Lingchuan's eyes, was tantamount to an admission.

"Good, very good!" He let out a furious laugh, a low and dangerous sound. "For you, I risked entering the Beiling palace alone, threatened to blow up the entire city with gunpowder, all to bring you back. But you? Here you are, wearing bridal robes, ready to sleep with another man! Jiang Shuning, what is your heart made of? Stone?"

His eyes grew more bloodshot. The potency of the wedding wine he had just drunk began to course through his body. A wave of heat rose from his lower abdomen, overwhelming his senses.

Just thinking that if he hadn't appeared here in time, she would be standing in these bridal robes, meekly beside Xiao Huaijin, smiling sweetly at him, and even... sharing a bed with him—it felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart, crushing it, tearing it apart, and crushing it to dust.

"I didn't..." Jiang Shuning finally found her voice, dry and raspy.

She wanted to explain, but the words wouldn't come.

She wanted to tell him that marrying Xiao Huaijin was just a desperate gamble, her compliance just a temporary act, just biding her time to escape.

But would he really believe her?

"Didn't?" Xiao Lingchuan let out a cold laugh. His fingers tightened on her chin, with barely restrained anger, his voice low and biting. "Then why did you call out just now? Hoping Xiao Huaijin would come lift your veil and spend the night with you?"

His voice was hoarse from the drug's effects, making it sound even more dangerous.

"Say something!" He suddenly pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

Jiang Shuning collided with his hard, burning chest, her nose filled with his clean, masculine scent, mixed with a hint of alcohol.

She could clearly feel the unnatural heat coursing through his body.

"Was that wedding wine... laced with an aphrodisiac?" She looked up at him in alarm.

"So what if it is?" Xiao Lingchuan lowered his head, his burning forehead nearly touching hers, his crimson eyes a mix of desire and fury. "Xiao Huaijin didn't drink that aphrodisiac wine—are you disappointed?"

He grabbed her waist and pressed her firmly against him, making her feel his arousal.

Jiang Shuning's face turned deathly pale.

What she feared most was Xiao Lingchuan under the drug's influence.

This man, even when sober, was obsessive and unpredictable. Once consumed by desire, she couldn't imagine what he might do!

"Xiao Lingchuan, calm down! Listen to my explanation!" She began to struggle, pushing against his chest, but it was like trying to push against a wall.

"Explanation?" He snorted, his hot lips nearly brushing hers, his breath so hot it felt like it could set her on fire. "Jiang Shuning, do you think I'll ever believe you again?"

He pressed her down, his tall figure completely enveloping her, casting a shadow of hopelessness.

He trapped her between himself and the bed, his eyes like a demon from hell.

"Want to marry someone else? Dream on!"

Jiang Shuning wanted to explain, but he gave her no chance to speak.

His lips and tongue locked onto hers, his body's heat feeling like it would burn her alive.

The intricate fabric of her wedding gown tore under his rough movements, producing loud tearing sounds. The more she struggled, the more his anger flared.

It eventually turned into a wild, possessive entanglement—a battle of conquest...

After who knows how long, Jiang Shuning finally stopped resisting.

Sweat soaked her skin; strands of hair stuck to his broad shoulders. Her voice came out in broken fragments as she reminded him weakly, "Prince, Jun is still in Prince Ning's hands..."

"Don't you dare mention him again!" His lips landed on a certain spot, his tongue teasing fiercely, sending waves of numbing sensations through her.

Jiang Shuning couldn't bear it; fragmented moans escaped her throat with each jolt...

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the palace.

Xiao Huaijin was escorted back to his quarters by Xiao Lingchuan's men.

Ling Feng watched as he was pushed inside, then stood with arms crossed outside the door, an undisguised sneer on his face. "Prince Ning, our prince is sparing your life out of brotherly affection. Please stay here quietly for the night. Tomorrow, our prince will leave with the princess and the young prince, and then you'll be free!"

Xiao Huaijin said nothing, his back turned to them, his demeanor dark and ominous.

Suddenly, he staggered. Clutching his abdomen, he bent over.

The next moment, a mouthful of bright red blood gushed from his lips, splattering onto the clean floor—a shocking sight.

Ling Feng's expression shifted sharply, but his vigilance kept him alert. "Your Highness, don't try any tricks here! Don't try that sob story on me!"

Xiao Huaijin was drenched in cold sweat from the pain, crumpled on the ground, barely able to speak. "No... not... a trick..." He lifted his head with difficulty, his face as pale as paper. "Jiang Tianze... he... is nearby!"

It was Jiang Tianze who had activated the heart-consuming gu worm!

The excruciating pain, searing into his bones—he knew it all too well!

Ling Feng immediately realized the gravity of the situation. He ordered the guard beside him, "Keep an eye on him!"

With that, he himself leaped onto the rooftop like a hawk, his sharp eyes scanning the pitch-black area.

Sure enough!

A blurry black figure was swiftly vanishing into the distance in the night!

Ling Feng's heart sank. A foreboding feeling gripped him.

He immediately issued orders:

"Men! Seal all exits! Search the entire area! If you see anyone suspicious, subdue them immediately!"

Jiang Tianze took down several Beiling guards and fled the palace in panic.

Damn it, he was a step too late, letting Xiao Lingchuan slip in!

After a grueling journey to Beiling, he'd planned to take Jiang Shuning away, but instead heard the news that Prince Ning was taking a wife.

After scheming his way into the Beiling palace, he was about to trigger the Heart-Eating Gu inside Xiao Huaijin to force him to hand Jiang Shuning over, only to find that Xiao Lingchuan had beaten him to it!

Just now in the hall, he had channeled almost all his hatred into the Gu worm, wanting only to watch Xiao Huaijin writhe and die in extreme agony.

But Ling Feng cut him off, keeping him from finishing Xiao Huaijin off!

Now, there was no way to get Jiang Shuning out.

A bitter wind lashed his face. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the sting on his cheeks was sharper or the wound in his heart deeper.

Against the endless white snow, he saw a flash of red ahead.

Looking closely, it turned out to be his mother, Third Madam Jiang!

"Mother? How did you come here?" He couldn't believe his eyes.

"Tianze, I've finally found you!" "Third Madam Jiang" hurried toward him, overjoyed.

Defeated and desperate, seeing his mother, Jiang Tianze felt a lump in his throat and opened his arms, unsuspecting.

But instead of his mother's warm hug, he met a cold, sharp blade.

Thud—

The sound of the blade entering his abdomen was dull and clear.

He looked down in disbelief at the dagger stuck in his lower abdomen; blood poured out.

He looked up, meeting those eyes that should have been full of maternal affection, but now glinting with wicked malice.

"You..."

"'Third Madam Jiang" let out a gloating sneer, swiped a hand across her face, and tore off a lifelike human skin mask, revealing Jiang Yaozhen's twisted, gleeful face.

"Tianze, your mother is already dead. Now, go and keep her company!"