I Swear To Lead A Quiet Life of Peace. I Wish You Well, My Beloved. (Part 3)

　　Jingan arranged a total of four groups of a.s.sa.s.sins before they were to consummate their marriage. They were all weaker than first time a.s.sa.s.sins. Also, they didn't act directly through her orders. Therefore, even if they spilled the beans, the mastermind wouldn't be her. She didn't want to kill Ming Feizhen, but to test him. To her amazement, she learnt that his skills were too profound to determine. His skills exceeded the Seventeen Hidden Dragons and were most probably at the level of the Ultimate Three.

　　Jingan possessed extraordinary insight. Ming Feizhen's disguise skills were brilliant and meticulous, but not flawless. Jingan deduced that he was younger than his appearance suggested from the condition of his skin in his palms. She was amazed that a man around twenty five, twenty six could embody such profound skills.

　　Jingan scanned Ming Feizhen the entire time. He wore a delighted smiled from beginning to end. Occasionally, he'd check out Jingan's buxom b.r.e.a.s.t.s and reveal a perverted look. Jingan didn't feel shy about that, yet shyly smiled.

　　Before it was time for them to consummate their marriage, Ming Feizhen kept coming up with reasons to refuse her; he didn't dare to touch her body. She, however, applied a powerful drug to the bed. It was a drug that was powerful enough to knock out beasts as large as an elephant. The purpose of the drug was to inhibit Ming Feizhen's rationality, thereby allowing her to a.s.sa.s.sinate him. If he possessed profound internal energy, the effects would be reduced. Besides the drug, Jingan also arranged three hundred executioners outside. The moment he stepped outside, he'd be mincemeat. She didn't expect for Ming Feizhen to adamantly refuse to join her on the bed, though. If he refused, how was she to carry out her plan?

　　"Fuma, do you hate me…?"

　　"No way!" exclaimed Ming Feizhen. He wiped away his playful att.i.tude and wore on a serious look, "It is because I, your husband, practice The Most Perfect Square Has No Corners The Loudest Sound Is the One That Cannot Be Heard Pork Shoulders… Giant Pearl Purple Wrinkle Invincible Fried Chicken… I meant, Evil Demolition Overlord's Divine Art that forces me to avoid s.e.xual activity with women. Please forgive me, Princess."

　　Despite always being astute, the Princess believed that claim of all things, because as far as her understanding of men went, they couldn't resist her charms. She used herself as bait to seduce Ming Feizhen.

　　"Fuma… in that case, you have to let me sleep in your arms… every night from now."

　　Jingan threw herself into Ming Feizhen's arms, using his arm as her pillow.

　　Jingan wasn't a girl who cared about maintaining her virginity, but that wasn't to say that she'd offer herself to any man. What it meant was that she didn't consider her body to be so important. As such, when the situation called for it, she didn't mind using her body as bait. Alas, something awkward happened.

　　Ming Feizhen showed no signs of drowsiness. To the contrary, besides having more and more vigour, hid rate of breathing picked up more and more. Jingan, on the other hand… fell asleep. For some reason, she slept as though she had returned to her childhood, when she was in her mother's cuddle, and enjoyed a deep and peaceful slumber on Ming Feizhen.

　　When she came to, she finally realised that she fell asleep. She opened her eyes to saw somebody else, "F-Fuma?"