Chapter 902: The Grotto in the Cold Night

Then, the old man said to Jiang Yantian, "Your Majesty, I am powerless to redeem this old servant. This old servant takes his leave..."

He left without waiting for a response.

I'm old enough to understand.

There wasn't a second that could be lingered.

But Jiang Yantian watched him walk away before looking at the grotto.

"Your Majesty, your subordinate... is unable to appear to greet you, and... I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness..."

"No need to be so formal, I can do it myself!" Jiang Yantian stepped forward and pointed with his hand.

"Squeak-"

The ice gate slowly opened.

A strange aroma, a mixture of herbal scents and a faint hint of ambergris, wafted towards me.

There were no lights inside the cave, only the "Polaris Crystal" embedded in the walls emitting a soft white light.

It illuminated the space.

The ground was covered with thick white fox fur, making no sound when you stepped on it.

On the stone platform to the left, there are dozens of pottery jars filled with unknown blood-red herbs.

A complete "Icefield Snow Raccoon" pelt hangs on the right.

The fur was decorated with intricate witchcraft arrays drawn in cinnabar, with faint blood-red light swirling within.

As Jiang Yantian walked in, he saw a screen.

Soon, a figure appeared.

Hanji Nayi was wearing a long animal skin robe that partially exposed her shoulders.

Her beautiful hair was loosely tied back.

The key point is that the animal skin robe was empty.

"Fuck!"

Jiang Yantian's heart skipped a beat; this was truly a matter of life and death.

Hanji Nayi has an absolutely stunning figure.

Especially thunder.

It's really beautiful.

That face was lowered, and it was so red it looked like it could drip blood.

"Your Majesty, Demon Emperor... this servant... this servant will serve you during your bath..."

She was clearly very nervous.

He slowly stepped forward and approached Jiang Yantian.

He reached out and gently pulled Jiang Yantian's hand.

Jiang Yantian remained passive throughout.

She led me to the inside of the screen.

The bathing area inside was an oval-shaped ice pool.

It's not big, but it's more than enough for two people to lie down in.

Hanji Nayi helped him undress and hung up his clothes.

When it came time to be completely honest with each other, Hanji Nayi's heart was pounding.

They're about to jump out.

And so... the dragon's might remained, so proud and unyielding...!

Jiang Yantian controlled the situation very well and went along with her.

She took his hand and led him into the ice pool.

Jiang Yantian lay down as usual.

Don't be fooled by the fact that it's an ice pool; it's actually a hot spring inside.

warm.

Hanji Nayi understood that the Demon Emperor liked that proud land.

Just then, she forgot to bring a cloth to wipe Jiang Yantian after giving him a bath.

Let's just use it!

Jiang Yantian looked at her and gently stroked her cheek.

"Nayi, I feel like I can't move. If you suddenly treat me badly, I won't be able to resist."

How could Hanji Nayi not understand?

She became much bolder after that.

With a swift movement, the animal-skin robe flew into the air.

The two were very frank with each other.

"Your Majesty, I have learned some knowledge about the outside world today."

"I've heard rumors from outsiders that this kind of literature belongs to Confucian culture. Do you want me to showcase it...?"

Jiang Yantian swallowed hard: "Studying is good, I have to study!"

Hanji Nayi smiled gently.

"......"

Jiang Yantian leaned back and gasped for breath.

"I admire people who are eager to learn. There are too many forks in the road in life."

“If you take the wrong path, your life may change drastically, so you have to choose the right path.”

"Don't take the wrong path, and don't follow Chengdu's example!"

Hanji Nayi nodded: "Your Majesty's words will be remembered by Nayi!"

Jiang Yantian shook his head: "Ah, you don't need to memorize this, but you should know... There are many schools of thought in the world. Confucianism may seem simple, but it also has a deep understanding of music."

"If you want to start learning from the basics, I still recommend that you practice speaking."

"Hmm..." Hanji Nayi nodded: "Learning from His Majesty is a lifetime's worth of lessons!"

"Your Majesty, I wish to learn more... I hope Your Majesty will provide me with more instruction and guidance!"

Jiang Yantian liked people who were eager to learn.

A person who is eager to learn is definitely eager to learn!

"Very good, your attitude is excellent. I've always said that learning is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind!"

"Some people stop studying after three minutes, while others study all day long."

Which category do you belong to...?

Han Jina pursed her moist red lips: "Learning has no end..."

"Very good, very good, your attitude is very correct. I believe you will become the pride of the family, the glory of the clan, and bring honor to your ancestors."

"........"

Learning in the initial stages!

謝！

The pool water was warm, yet it emitted a slight chill.

White ice flowers the size of bowls float on the water's surface.

Han Ji Na Yi's long, wet hair clung to her snow-white skin.

Water droplets slid down her delicate collarbone and into the pool, creating ripples.

With her other hand raised, she gently stroked Hanji Nayi's cheeks, which were flushed from the steam.

“You can make a request!” Jiang Yantian said with a smile, a hint of mockery in his voice.

His thumb brushed against her slightly trembling lips.

Hanji Nayi bit her lip, after studying just now.

A hint of wildness flashed in his eyes.

She raised her hand, her fingertips tracing the smooth muscle lines of his chest.

"I want His Majesty's kiss, to bully... Nayi..."

She tilted her head back, her nose almost touching his chin, but her voice trembled slightly at the end.

Jiang Yantian chuckled softly, then suddenly grabbed the back of her neck and lowered his head to kiss her.

A plundering spree like a violent storm.

His lips, burning with the heat of demonic flames, pressed fiercely against her cool lips, prying open her teeth.

Crazy.

"Well......"

Hanji Nayi felt a sweet sensation.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Hanji Nayi was breathing heavily.

She looked at Jiang Yantian, her eyes filled with tenderness: "Nayi has waited for countless years, and finally, she has waited..."

Her voice trailed off between her lips, her eyes unfocused.

His originally icy blue pupils were now covered with a layer of mist.

His face, so close to mine, was reflected in the sunlight.

Gone was the usual indifference; only a burning madness for him remained.

Jiang Yantian was actually very distressed.

He gently embraced her, his forehead touching hers.

Their breaths mingled, warm and humid.

Hanji Nayi's lips were rosy, but her beautiful eyes were surprisingly bright.

She leaned forward and gently pecked the corner of his lips.

"Your Majesty..." Her voice was soft and sweet, yet tinged with a hint of cunning: "Nayi's dream has come true, you can... act without restraint..."

Jiang Yantian chuckled softly and lowered his head again to seal her lips with his.

This time, there was an added touch of passionate tenderness.

The pool water still surged, and the ice flowers still shattered, but deep within the icy pool...

In this extreme intimacy, the two gradually melted and burned into the only light in each other's eyes.

A cold night in a grotto, an icy hot spring, and fiery red lips.

The Demon Emperor's tenderness was now reserved for the brightest star in this icy plain.

He gave it to the little wildcat who had waited for him for endless years!

Outside the grotto, it was bustling with activity.

The light from the campfire illuminated the night sky.

The snowflakes arrived as expected.

The distant ice hills were outlined with soft contours by the falling snow.

The originally sharp icicles were now covered with a layer of white velvet, gleaming with a warm light under the starlight and campfire.

The wind swept across the icy plains, stirring up fine snow mist that mingled with the stars in the night sky.

It was as if flowing silver gauze was floating between heaven and earth.

The world was utterly still; the only sound was the soft patter of snowflakes falling on the ice, as gentle as the whispers of stars, which made the ice field, the night sky, and the falling snow seem even more desolate and vast.

Inside the grotto, the low, murmuring sounds could only be heard by them.