At this point, a bitter smile crept onto Jian Rongxin's lips. Her father probably had not known what was inside the Wax Pill either. If his spirit beneath the earth knew that the medicine he had left behind had harmed his daughter, what would he think? Jian Rongxin could not help glancing back at Hu Xiaotian, only to find him still fast asleep. Resentment stirred in her heart. He certainly sleeps soundly. He just took my virginity, yet he can rest with such a clear conscience. But she suddenly realized she was not as heartbroken as she had imagined she would be. Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, she could not summon even the slightest hatred.
Jian Rongxin bit her cherry-red lip, her pretty face burning. No one understood this subtle change better than she did. She put the letter away, went over to the table, and looked at the piece of human skin. The moment her gaze touched the design on it, a rosy blush flooded her cheeks. Had her father not known what was depicted there? Emperor Jingde was disgusting too. As the ruler of a nation, he had actually tattooed such a design onto his back.
The image did not move as it had before, though faint blue writing appeared above it. Jian Rongxin reached out to pick up the human skin, but the moment her fingers touched it, revulsion swept over her, and she hastily drew her hand back. Only after several attempts did she manage to roll it up and put it away.
By the time she had cleaned everything in the room, a rooster was crowing outside. Only then did Jian Rongxin realize that she and Hu Xiaotian had spent the entire night in bed. The thought that dawn was approaching made her panic.