A Pharaoh and Her Beloved Queen - Chapter 29

Deep panting. Ye Zhiqing strained her head back as far as possible, and uncontrollably, a flickering, liquid shimmer welled up in the depths of her eyes.

Edith gripped Ye Zhiqing’s waist tightly, forcing her upper body straight; the slightly upturned posture made it look more like she was actively inviting the kiss.

Edith roughly pried open Ye Zhiqing’s lips, dominantly seizing every inch of sweetness between her teeth, grinding and turning repeatedly. Sobs tinged with a wail fell through the dim shadows, scattering a flame named “ambiguity.”

The corners of her eyes turned red. A strange, tingling softness invaded her entire body from her lips. As time ticked away, Ye Zhiqing’s whole body went limp, leaning powerlessly in Edith’s embrace.

A long, long kiss.

Gradually, a dazed light surfaced in Ye Zhiqing’s eyes. Edith softened her strength, and accompanied by a light biting motion, she heard a soft, emotional sob as she had hoped.

Ye Zhiqing’s red lips were slightly swollen, bearing the traces of having been occupied. Edith raised her head, and within her deep, mysterious golden pupils surged an unreadable emotion.

Maintaining the intimate posture, they remained motionless for a long while; a moist, hot, ambiguous breath saturated their subtle, wordless gaze.

The skin pressed against Edith felt as if boiling water had poured over it. A layer of fine sweat covered the bridge of Ye Zhiqing’s nose, her cheeks were crimson, and her eyes still held a lingering mix of innocence and daze—an entirely unconscious, alluring posture.

Edith’s gaze was dark. With her back to the dim light, it was even harder to discern her expression.

The violent emotions that had been surging around her were now entirely retracted, leaving not a single trace to be found.

She reached out to brush Ye Zhiqing’s stray hair to the side of her neck. The eerie silence and her slow, methodical movements made Ye Zhiqing shiver instinctively.

A low, husky voice interlaced with a seductive quality: “Tell me, what is your true purpose for staying in Thebes?”

Edith did not hide it; she was telling Ye Zhiqing clearly that she had heard the conversation between Saul and her.

Her heavy panting gradually steadied. Leaning lightly against Edith, the moisture in her eyes faded, replaced by a momentary daze. Struck by a sudden sense of helplessness, Ye Zhiqing actually didn’t know how to answer this question.

Her lips were slightly parted, yet she couldn’t utter a single word for a long time.

Edith appeared extremely patient, stroking Ye Zhiqing’s back up and down, triggering bursts of tremors. Her fingertips wound through the curly hair falling at Ye Zhiqing’s waist, her voice steady and low: “In Tanis, your promise to me—never to lie.”

Struggling to get Edith to loosen her grip slightly, Ye Zhiqing lowered her eyes and let out a nearly imperceptible, helpless sigh. She had been careless. “Your Majesty Edith, I want to find a golden scepter.”

“A scepter?”

“A scepter without any insignia, with a special hue identical to the ritual vessel in Priest Saul’s hand.”

“Why look for it?”

“…”

The two remained in a stalemate for a long time; Ye Zhiqing was unwilling to say another word.

The force pinning Ye Zhiqing was suddenly withdrawn. Edith let go and walked away. Her magnificent ritual robes reflected cold tones; even from a distance, Ye Zhiqing could feel the thick displeasure surging around Edith.

Even so, her upright posture and steady pace remained unchanged as ever.

Following at a distance behind Edith as they headed back, Ye Zhiqing’s mind was in a mess. It was undeniable that her ultimate goal for staying in Thebes was to find a way back to the 21st century.

At first, she hadn’t resisted Edith’s intimacy because she knew clearly that if she wanted to find that scepter, she had to rely on Edith’s power.

The current situation, however, was something Ye Zhiqing hadn’t anticipated. The pure transaction between them had, under deliberate indulgence, changed its flavor.

Lamassu and a group of maids and guards were kneeling at the entrance; it looked like they had been kneeling for quite some time.

Edith did not stop and walked straight inside. Ye Zhiqing stopped in front of Lamassu. “Lamassu, stop kneeling. Get up.”

The kneeling body trembled visibly. Lamassu’s lowered head never lifted; she only swayed it from side to side in response to Ye Zhiqing.

Judging by the situation, Edith must have returned to find her missing and taken her anger out on Lamassu and the others.

And looking at how terrified Lamassu and the rest were, the Queen’s anger was not small.

Ye Zhiqing hesitated for a moment, then quickened her pace to walk inside. Her thoughts were chaotic; preoccupied with moving forward, she failed to notice a cold glint of light closing in on her face.

Clang— the sound of a long arrow falling to the ground. Simultaneously, a massive pull at her waist dragged Ye Zhiqing to the side.

Assassins? Five masked men in white robes stood scattered throughout the courtyard. Even from a distance, Ye Zhiqing could feel the sharp killing intent radiating from their arrows.

Clearly, they hadn’t gained any advantage against Edith just now and were currently watching the two on the corridor warily.

Ye Zhiqing’s entry had obviously broken the previous stalemate. The more nervous she became, the more clear-headed she grew. In the current situation, she was clearly a burden to Edith and would only drag her down; she had to find a way out.

The closest person to them was the man in white standing on the steps, barely two arms’ length away. So close that Ye Zhiqing could see the black patterns on his clothes clearly—they were definitely not Egyptian garments.

Because of Ye Zhiqing’s sudden intrusion, both sides were temporarily at a standstill. Ye Zhiqing used this lull to scan Edith from head to toe with her peripheral vision; she wasn’t injured. Her racing heart eased slightly.

The hand around her waist was very tight; Ye Zhiqing could clearly feel the coldness and killing intent surging from Edith.

As if confirming that Ye Zhiqing posed no threat, the leader of the men in white signaled with a hand gesture, and they surged forward together.

Her body was suddenly lifted; the world spun. The sound of wind breaking in violent collision and the sound of weapons tearing through flesh and blood pierced her eardrums.

Blood rushed to her brain, her face turning crimson. Ye Zhiqing struggled to lift her head. “Your Majesty Edith, find a chance to put me down when we are near the door.”

Carrying Ye Zhiqing, Edith was visibly struggling to respond.

With a dull thud of landing, Edith set her down. Her expression was sharp, her tone frozen: “Leave, quickly!”

The men in white soon saw through their plan. Their offensive became increasingly fierce, constantly closing in on Edith.

For a moment, Ye Zhiqing was actually trapped against the wall, unable to move.

Suddenly, a concealed arrow appeared behind Edith without warning. Ye Zhiqing’s pupils constricted abruptly, and fear screamed unrestrainedly in every part of her body.

Her mind went blank, and her body responded before her brain. In a strangely twisted posture, she lunged toward Edith.

Her stance was one of absolute resolution.