Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

"Come on, Patriarch Jiang."

After bidding farewell to Jiang Yueming, Zhang Yuqian strode forward and stood like a sturdy pine tree standing tall in a storm.

Behind that sturdy pine tree was the young man she wanted to protect, whether it was that confident smile under the moon or their battle side by side in the Nanyuan hunting grounds.

These are all her deepest and most beautiful memories.

Perhaps it is because they have been accustomed to the life of swords and bloodshed on the frontier for many years, and the life-and-death moments, that they are so attached to and can't forget this new feeling.

Jiang Yueming frowned slightly, her mind racing, but she couldn't calm down.

He had no choice but to turn his gaze back to Zhang Yuqian, whose figure tugged at his heartstrings.

The simulation clearly stated that talking to Jiang Xuan about Zhang Yuqian would save them, but this scene never materialized.

It seems that the system's simulation may not be omniscient. Jiang Yueming thought for a moment and was about to simulate it again to find a way out of the predicament when he was startled by a loud voice as sharp as thunder.

"Miss Zhang, you'd better be careful!"

After speaking, a ruthless glint flashed in Jiang Xuan's eyes. He swung his wrist and lashed out at Zhang Yuqian with the Fire Whip. The long, thin fire whip was as fast as lightning and as swift as a streak of light. The intense heat of the fire caused the surrounding temperature to rise steadily.

Snapped!

The fire whip flicked past, spraying a large amount of blood into the air, along with a few fragments of silver armor scattered on the ground.

Zhang Yuqian let out a muffled groan, her face turning deathly pale. Her tattered white armor was stained red, and she stumbled back a few steps, nearly falling over. Fortunately, a soft, warm arm held her slender waist firmly.

"Are you... alright...?"

Jiang Yueming lowered his gaze to the deep red wound on Zhang Yuqian's chest, and his anger flared up. His eyes were filled with a coldness and a hint of murderous intent, and the last word he uttered was almost a sound of gnashing teeth.

Suddenly something flowed down his fingers, and he realized it was her blood. His fingertips trembled slightly.

"Hmm, have you thought of a way?" Zhang Yuqian suddenly looked up and met Jiang Yue's gaze. After a long moment of eye contact, she smiled.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yueming felt an indescribable sense of self-reproach, her words caught in her throat, and she remained silent.

Zhang Yuqian thought he needed more time, so she tried to get up again despite the excruciating pain, but found that her whole body was burning with pain, and she immediately felt extremely weak.

Jiang Xuan, of course, did not let Zhang Yuqian off easily. He raised the Fire Whip and said, "According to the family rules, Jiang Yueming was supposed to receive three lashes, but now Miss Zhang is taking the lashes for him, so we still have two more lashes to receive."

"Miss Zhang, can you still accept this? Why don't we have Jiang Yueming instead? If he hurts you, I won't be able to explain it to the Zhang family head."

Jiang Xuan rubbed the Fire Whip with his fingertips, waiting for Zhang Yuqian to speak. He was certain that Zhang Yuqian would never let Jiang Yueming suffer the punishment.

Furthermore, if you want to do something to her, one lash is definitely not enough; you'll need at least two.

"Tsk tsk tsk, a dignified prodigy of the Imperial State actually went to such lengths for a good-for-nothing adopted son. Could it be that he has actually fallen in love?"

"If she really put her heart into it, then it can only be said that Zhang Yuqian has terrible taste. There are so many outstanding men in the entire Dizhou waiting in line for her to choose from, but she had to make such a fuss over an adopted son who is not good enough for her."

"That's what I mean. What's so good about following that adopted son? I think Zhang Yuqian's life is probably going to end here today."

"..."

From the distant pavilion, Jiang Xue and the others witnessed Zhang Yuqian standing up for Jiang Yueming, but they also felt sorry for her and sneered at her foolishness.

"Zhang Yuqian is quite the fool for love. Is it worth it for Jiang Yueming, who has no power or influence?" Jiang Xue raised her pink lips and sighed softly.

Jiang Hui, standing to the side, looked on with hatred, his eyes fixed on Jiang Yueming, the handle of the ink painting landscape fan in his hand almost crushed into powder.

He was also one of the suitors of the Emperor's Prodigy, and seeing this scene now, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

"Never mind, Jiang Yueming, you're going to die soon anyway, so I'll have one less competitor," Jiang Hui said to himself, taking a deep breath and regaining his composure.

Given the alliance between the two families, the patriarch would never actually kill Zhang Yuqian, so the next two lashes would definitely fall on Jiang Yueming.

Unfortunately, he couldn't even withstand a single whip strike; a waste is still a waste.

Jiang Haoheng stood at the very front of the pavilion, patting the mahogany railing anxiously, "What is the patriarch doing? Hurry up and beat Jiang Yueming to death! I don't want to see that trash for even a second!"

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Zhang Yuqian lay in Jiang Yueming's warm and comforting embrace, her cheeks flushing slightly. She whispered, "You...you help me up, I'll go buy you some more time."

She knew the boy in front of her didn't speak, perhaps because he was too rushed and hadn't come up with a solution.

After all, he needed to think not only about how to get out of the situation now, but also about how to completely resolve their marriage issue.

The marriage issue was particularly complicated, and he was at a loss for what to do. Zhang Yuqian didn't blame him.

Jiang Yueming looked at Zhang Yuqian's lowered eyes, a glimmer of confidence shining through them. The confident smile from that night returned to his lips as he said, "I told you, didn't I only allow you to do it once?"

"Why do you still want to be hit?"

Upon seeing that captivating smile, Zhang Yuqian's pupils immediately contracted, her fair face flushed slightly, and she turned her head slightly, pursing her red lips without saying a word.

Seeing her alluring appearance, Jiang Yueming couldn't help but smile, and took out a crystal blue elixir from his sleeve, bringing it close to her soft little mouth: "Come on, open your mouth."

Almost instinctively, Zhang Yuqian swallowed the pill without the slightest resistance: "What is this?"

The instant she swallowed the pill, she felt the wounds in her body healing at an extremely gentle pace.

Jiang Yueming smiled without saying a word, helped Zhang Yuqian up and pulled her closer to his chest, then looked up at Jiang Xuan, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"What? Jiang Yueming, are you planning to personally undergo the whipping punishment?"

Jiang Xuan noticed the fleeting killing intent in Jiang Yueming's eyes, and his voice paused for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.

Jiang Yueming's eyes remained fixed on Jiang Xuan as she sneered, "Patriarch, you are about to face a great calamity."

"Oh? What do you mean?" Jiang Xuan shook his head dismissively.

Jiang Yueming is still as foolish as before, unable to assess the situation. Can't he even tell who is stronger and who is weaker in the current situation?

"Patriarch, you know we shared a room. She only agreed to ally with the Jiang family if she could save Zhang Yuan."

"If I die, the alliance will naturally fall apart. What will you do then?"

Jiang Yueming smiled, a deep smile curving her lips.

Jiang Xuan sneered, "You're trying to threaten me with your life again? I'm telling you, that's no longer effective."

"Ever since you first used this to blackmail me, I've been on guard. Now that I possess a Gu technique that can bring people back to life, your trick won't work."

Jiang Yueming paused slightly, then smiled and said, "Patriarch, you truly have remarkable skills. However, I also possess a Gu technique that can alter the nature of my blood."

"You should know that once my blood changes, even during intercourse with her, it might affect Zhang Yuan's medicinal skills. Are you willing to bet on that?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xuan's expression changed drastically, and he gripped the Fire Whip in his hand tightly, exerting great force.

This time, Jiang Yueming hit the nail on the head. If Zhang Yuqian's illness cannot be completely cured because of blood, then the alliance between the two families will ultimately be meaningless.

Even if Jiang Xuan revived Jiang Yueming a hundred times, it would be useless.

"Jiang Yueming! Don't mention sharing a room again!"

Zhang Yuqian blushed and looked up at Jiang Yueming, pinching the back of his hand with her delicate fingers and letting out a coquettish sigh.

Because of the injury from the previous Fire Whip, her strength was surprisingly weak. This action was more like the teasing of spring silk and the caress of delicate skin.

"Alright, alright, I won't say anymore," Jiang Yueming said with a helpless bitter smile upon hearing the displeased news.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xuan burst into laughter: "Jiang Yueming, you have indeed changed, although I don't know what you did in the illusion."

"However, you are still too young. Do you know about the Pure Spirit Water of our family?"

Jiang Yueming raised her eyebrows in surprise upon hearing this.

Purifying Divine Water?

Oh no! I forgot…

In the memories of the previous life, the family's purifying water could purify all impurities and restore them to their original state.

In other words, even if Jiang Yueming's blood changes, Jiang Xuan still has ways to deal with it.

Jiang Yueming's expression deepened, but his emotions remained largely unchanged, as if everything was under his control.

Zhang Yuqian saw his expression, but a look of helplessness flashed in her beautiful eyes as she sighed inwardly.

Alas... as expected, I could not escape the fate arranged by my family, nor could I escape my father's control.

But what should he do...?

Seeing Jiang Yueming fall silent for once, Jiang Xue and the others in the pavilion all looked at Jiang Yueming with disdain.

"I've said it before, how could a mere adopted son possibly stand a chance against the head of the family?" Jiang Hui said with a faint smile, gently fanning himself with his fan.

Jiang Xue nodded in agreement: "Jiang Yueming is in trouble now. Even if he doesn't die, the patriarch has tens of thousands of ways to torture him."

At the very least, his life before marrying into the family must have become increasingly difficult.

"Jiang Yueming, have you thought it through? Is this whip for her or for you?" Jiang Xuan's eyes narrowed, and he brandished the Li Huo Whip, pointing at the two of them respectively, and laughed.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuqian tried to get up, but her slender waist was first pulled tightly, and she fell into a gentle embrace.

She was about to open her mouth to ask Jiang Yueming why he was holding her, but when she looked up, she met his confident smile, and immediately the words in her mouth fell silent.

"Jiang Xuan, do you think I'm helpless?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xuan immediately became interested and said, "I want to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve today."

A sinister smile slowly crept onto Jiang Yueming's lips as she said softly, "Patriarch, what do you think will happen if I reveal the Jiang family's secrets to the Li family?"

"Jiang Yueming! How dare you!" Jiang Xuan's eyes flashed, his face filled with shock, and he shouted angrily.

"Sigh, after all, I've been an adopted son in the Jiang family for many years, so I know some things, though maybe not many, but as long as it's fatal, that's enough!"

Jiang Xuan trembled all over, his murderous gaze fixed on Jiang Yueming, and forced himself to remain calm, saying, "You didn't have the chance to send a message."

"Oh? Really? Then are you willing to bet?"