[Hetu] [Heavenly Demon] [Episode 2] Chapter 2

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Chapter Two: Conspiracy

Along the canal, amidst the trees and groves, a large cluster of mansions shone brightly. Many were adorned with vibrant red and green decorations,

creating an atmosphere of ambiguity. Pink lanterns hung everywhere, and tall pavilions and balconies were visible. Strolling

along the wide cobblestone streets, numerous brothel owners and prostitutes greeted customers at their doors. Such was life; even with the

Zhang Baocheng , it couldn't dampen the decadent lifestyle here,

a bustling and lively scene. For many, even national affairs paled in comparison to this intoxicating sanctuary.

Following Boss Zhang into a secluded courtyard, what initially seemed like an ordinary wealthy household

quickly transformed into a scene of men and women drinking and reveling. In the pavilions and along the corridors, debauchery was rampant

; the coquettish yet seductive voices of the prostitutes, combined with the lewd laughter of the men, exuded an

atmosphere .

In his previous life, Yang Cun was so poor he couldn't even afford prostitutes, and even if he did, he wouldn't have spent it

on fleeting pleasure. In his view, spending hundreds of dollars to seek the feeling of ejaculation,

releasing himself , and enjoying the momentary lustful stimulation from her fake moans, was extremely irrational. Besides, with the internet

so readily available, porn was everywhere; sometimes masturbation was enough, no need for such

waste.

And in this life, it goes without saying. He woke up to find himself in the body of a weak young boy, coughing

incessantly, and not growing pubic hair until he was fifteen or sixteen—his physical development was extremely delayed. Yang Cun once contemplated suicide

because, at that age of intense hormone secretion, this body was so weak that even erectile dysfunction was a problem.

If it weren't for the old man's medicinal baths and the health-preserving qigong he learned from him, he might have truly suffered from impotence

.

Fortunately, he still had the ability to procreate. Thinking of this, Yang Cun breathed a sigh of relief.

Thanks to An Qiao's youthful temptation last night, otherwise he would have thought his body had lost its male function!

If that were the case, life would be worse than death; he might as well be reborn as a eunuch.

Life in that deep mountain forest was more terrifying than prison. Besides the old Taoist priest, his only companions

were his old dog. There were plenty of snakes, insects, and beasts, but seeing them was useless.

In the ten years after Yang Cun regained his memories, the only living person he had ever seen was a

woodcutter who had gotten lost while chopping wood. The rest of the time he was either practicing martial arts, soaking in medicine, or drinking some unknown

soup. In that environment, let alone women, even homosexual relationships were impossible. If it weren't for his

memories of his previous life, Yang Cun would have even doubted whether he would commit suicide, because that isolated environment was truly terrifying. "My lord, I've offended your eyes," Boss Zhang, who had been leading the way, immediately apologized tremblingly

when he saw Yang Cun's unwell expression .

The front courtyard was for guests to drink and make merry, mostly frequented by unruly

hooligans. Many scholars and literati looked down on their vulgarity, let alone the high-ranking Duke.

"It's alright, let's go." Yang Cun shook his head, keeping his eyes straight ahead, but inwardly he was groaning. Throwing a virgin

into such a brothel, it was impossible not to feel aroused. However, thinking about this inexplicable romantic encounter

and the beauty of that Zi Xian girl, Yang Cun felt somewhat uneasy, even

more so than when he first arrived in this world.

Unexpectedly, the small courtyard was a hidden paradise. After passing the front courtyard, one had to walk through a small

bamboo grove. After walking on the stone path for about ten minutes, a small courtyard suddenly appeared before him,

with the words "Tianxiang Pavilion" written on the round archway. Compared to the bustling noise ahead, this place was

surprisingly , with only the sound of flowing water and occasional birdsong, making it serene and elegant, quite pleasant.

"My lord, I'll leave you here." Boss Zhang stood at the door, his face showing a hint of obsequiousness mixed with

a barely concealed helplessness. He smiled and said, "A moment of pleasure is worth a thousand pieces of gold, so I won't disturb you any longer."

Without another word, Boss Zhang turned and left. Yang Cun was now caught between a rock and a hard place.

Looking at the tranquility within the archway, he hesitated for a moment, but his restless desire ultimately prevailed. Composing himself,

he strolled inside.

Passing through the archway, the courtyard felt like a hidden paradise. The small courtyard was filled with datura flowers,

their blooming blossoms releasing a fragrant aroma that created a sense of relaxation and tranquility. The leaves

rustled softly in the breeze, a truly delightful sound.

In the center of the courtyard stood a small, two-story pavilion. Unlike other buildings adorned with colorful

decorations, this two-story building was only dimly lit by candlelight, exuding an indescribable elegance. The small building wasn't large, and

its exterior was quite simple. Aside from the striking green tiles and red pillars, everything about it

was clean. There were no carvings or inscriptions on the walls or doors, yet its simplicity possessed an indescribable elegance.

"Lord Duke, please come up." Before Yang Cun even approached, a delicate female voice came from upstairs,

incredibly soft, yet strangely weary.

"Excuse me." Yang Cun hesitated slightly, but the wine was already making him a little tipsy. Although he hadn't seen the Purple

Fairy's face, her soft, melodious voice was so alluring. Finally, he couldn't resist the urge

and slowly pushed open the door. The first floor was just a simple hall, hardly anything to describe.

In a corner was a wooden staircase. Yang Cun seemed to smell an indescribable fragrance of a woman, and ultimately, he couldn't resist

climbing it.

Upon reaching the second floor, Yang Cun was immediately stunned. In his mind, an ancient girl's boudoir should be both elegant

and simple. However, the entire second-floor room was filled with red. Not only were the curtains and screens

covered in crimson, but even two dragon and phoenix candles were lit on the table. What made Yang Cun even more dizzy was that

there were two large "double happiness" characters pasted on the door, giving it a real feel of an ancient wedding night.

"Your Excellency is too kind," said Zi Xian, dressed in a red wedding robe, her face

obscured by a veil embroidered with mandarin ducks. Perhaps sensing Yang Cun's hesitation, she suddenly felt a pang of sadness, and her tone

turned cold: "Zi Xian is a lowly courtesan. For her, the so-called wedding night is merely

the beginning of her descent into prostitution. This arrangement is rather abrupt; I suppose Your Excellency wouldn't understand the fantasies of us lowly people."

"Miss Zixian, you flatter me." Yang Cun immediately sensed her mood. He quickly pondered for a moment,

glanced around, and feigned ignorance, asking, "For every girl, the wedding night is the most important

night. However, I'm still a little curious, with Miss Zixian's talents, why is there no calligraphy, painting

, or music in this room? It's really strange."

"My lord..." Miss Zixian paused for a long time, her voice suddenly choked with emotion, and she couldn't help but sigh

softly .

"What's wrong, Miss?" Yang Cun also felt his throat dry at this moment, and sat down on the chair. He picked up

the wine pot on the table, poured himself a cup, and drank it down in one gulp.

"My lord..." Zixian hesitated for a long time, then sighed softly, saying with a hint of resentment,

"Zixian is a lowly woman, but today there is something I don't know whether I should say or not. If I have offended you, please

forgive me."

"Please speak, Miss." Yang Cun heard the seriousness in her voice, and his doubts deepened.

These days, the poor don't fight the rich, and the rich don't contend with officials. This young lady Zixian's actions tonight are quite unique;

she openly offended so many high-ranking officials. He wondered what her hidden reasons were. Actually, he didn't want to get

involved , but out of curiosity, Yang Cun still wanted to know the reason.

"Why did the Duke and the Prince of Zhen come to Tianjin…?" Zixian seemed very emotional, pondering for a long time before

speaking . But once she spoke, the sweet demeanor of a bride was gone, replaced by

a cold, questioning tone and an inexplicable indignation that made one feel extremely uncomfortable.

"I'm here to visit an old friend at someone's request." Yang Cun didn't know what she meant, so he simply

answered honestly.

"My lord, may you lift my veil?" Zixian seemed to have a thousand words to say, but didn't know

how to express them. After hesitating for a long time, she made a very unusual request.

"Yang Cun doesn't want to offend you, young lady." Yang Cun's heart immediately began to race uncontrollably.

In ancient times, once the veil was lifted, it meant a lifelong commitment to her husband. Zi Xian's voice and beautiful figure

perfectly embodied the captivating charm of a woman. But at this moment, Yang Cun wasn't worried about her appearance,

but rather the unfathomable resolve and strange words in her speech—it all felt incredibly odd.

"Does Your Excellency despise Zi Xian for being a courtesan?" Zi Xian remained seated on the wedding bed, her self-deprecating

words devoid of any emotion, as if she had never had any expectations to begin with, making her seem extremely eerie.

"Yang Cun wouldn't dare." Yang Cun was taken aback, finding this inexplicable pressure unbearable. His mind

suddenly went blank, and he could no longer suppress his slightly roguish nature. He grabbed the wine jug and took a big

gulp, saying irritably, "Just say what you're thinking. I'm too lazy to play games with you like this.

Although , am from an official family, I'm not some clueless fool. Don't beat around the bush."

"My lord, could you lift Zixian's veil?" Zixian hesitated for a long time, seemingly not expecting

Yang Cunzhen's sudden and intense reaction. But even after she calmed down, her words were still incomprehensible

.

"Miss Zixian, please don't blame me for being vulgar." Yang Cunzhen couldn't stand her soft voice,

and the unbridled indifference in her words. His face darkened, and he coldly snorted, "I am not the kind of

philanderer with women. My encounter with you, young lady, was purely by chance. If you have something to say, I am all ears. If

not, I'm afraid I have no time for your company."

"My lord, may I... lift the veil for Zixian..." Upon hearing this, Zixian trembled

violently , her slender fingers gripping her skirt tightly. Her soft voice was tinged with a sob, and her repeated words carried

an unspeakable resolve.

"Miss Zixian," Yang Cun murmured, his heart softening at her sweet, melodious plea. He walked slowly

to her side, sighed, and said, "I know that Xiao Jiu bullied you tonight. You

have always been virtuous and self-respecting, and I, Yang, did not want you to be humiliated. But can you really not tell me the reason? In your eyes,

am I really such a despicable person?"

"Please, my lord, lift... Zi Xian's veil!" Zi Xian's voice was broken and sobbing, her beautiful body trembling

as . In those heart-wrenching cries, tears

fell onto her jade-like arms, making her appear indescribably weak and pitiful.

"What exactly happened?" Yang Cun was also troubled by his own confusion, even

in such an ambiguous environment. But facing a bride with tears streaming down her face, who would really have the heart to indulge

in a night of pleasure?

"My lord, do you really not like Zi Xian?" Zi Xian couldn't help but burst into tears, her hands tightly gripping

her skirt . Her beautiful body trembled uncontrollably, and her words were tinged with a heartbreaking sob.

"Miss Zixian, I think there are some things I should explain." Yang Cun sighed, suppressing the urge to

hug comfort the girl before him, and said in a serious tone, "I, Yang Cun, am not a saint, much less

a gentleman who can remain unmoved by temptation. Your figure and voice are both exquisitely beautiful, but I know it was all Xiao Jiu's

doing . Forgive my bluntness, but under these circumstances, while I, Yang Cun, may have the desire to be a groom, can you, Miss, also feel

the joy of a wedding night?"

"My lord, please lift Zixian's veil..." Zixian's voice, which had been choked with sobs, softened considerably.

Suddenly, she stood up, swaying her graceful figure, and silently approached Yang Cun.

"Miss Zixian, this..." Yang Cun hadn't expected her to act this way. A fragrant breeze wafted towards him, and Yang Cun

reacted with the most instinctive reaction of a virgin, actually taking a step back in fright.

"What are you afraid of?" Seeing Yang Cun's strong reaction, Zixian felt a playful urge to tease him.

"I...I'm not afraid at all!" Yang Cunqiang said, trying to sound calm, but inside he was panicking. Thank goodness,

he'd been a virgin twice, and probably few in the world could see as many genitals as he did. So why

was he so afraid of women? What was going on? What was going on?

"My lord, do you not want to be with Zixian tonight?" Zixian noticed Yang Cunqiang's embarrassment and

suddenly became shy, lowering her head slightly and saying softly, "Zixian knows she is of humble birth and unworthy of my

lord. But tonight, Zixian is still a virgin. Does that mean that even so, my lord still dislikes Zixian?"

Yang Cun took a deep breath to ease his nervousness and resist the temptation of the beautiful woman before him. After regaining

his composure, he said earnestly, "I, Yang, actually had no ulterior motives. Tonight's events were purely accidental. To be honest,

I'm even more nervous than you!"

Yang Cun felt somewhat embarrassed after saying this. Faced with a girl offering herself willingly, he had shamelessly backed down—

it was hardly the behavior of a lecher! Thinking of his actions towards An Qiao last night, that lustful courage had

vanished. Seeing Yang Cun's awkward appearance, the young lady Zi Xian paused slightly, then chuckled:

"So, according to you, sir, I was rather presumptuous?"

"This… Miss Zi Xian, I… I have something to attend to, I'll be leaving now!" Yang Cun felt a wave of

unease Although he had fantasized countless times about the pleasures of a woman's body, he felt a sense of trepidation at this moment. The saying goes that

alcohol corrupts the senses, but for Yang Cun, a virgin, it had the opposite effect.

"Wait." Seeing Yang Cun about to turn away, the Purple Fairy, disregarding her reserve, suddenly stepped forward and

tightly grasped his hand.

"Miss..." Yang Cun felt the softness of those slender, jade-like fingers, and his whole body

trembled . That small strength was utterly irresistible. In the instant Yang Cun turned around, he

was stunned by what he saw.

The fiery red veil fell to the ground as lightly as a leaf. What came into view was a peerless face, beautiful as a dream, as poetic as

a poem . Long, black hair was coiled beneath a phoenix crown, adorned with pearls, and a half-draped jade curtain, making her appear both dignified

and alluring. Simple yet delicate makeup, a face full of incomparable charm, and long,

fine eyebrows as bright as the crescent moon in the night sky.

Her phoenix eyes were round and bright, their black pupils like black pearls in the sea, sparkling and seemingly

holding a thousand words. Their captivating brightness was so profound it almost seemed to draw one's soul in.

Her small, delicate nose and alluring cherry-red lips

—every feature was exquisitely crafted, combining to create the most captivating beauty of a woman. Her slightly pursed lips gave her an exceptionally pitiful appearance.

Her fair, flawless skin was like jade, delicate and smooth, its allure so irresistible that one

longed to savor it.

"My lord, please sit," the young lady said shyly, bowing her head and gently taking Yang Cun's arm. Her already

beautiful appearance was now enhanced by a rosy glow, making her as lovely as a peach blossom in March. "Oh, ah…" Yang Cun, still stunned by her beauty, sat down

, seemingly dumbfounded, listening to her words with a blank expression .

Looking at Zi Xian's true face now, her stunning

beauty , one couldn't help but sigh that she was simply the most perfect work of art from heaven, like a fairy from the heavens, so beautiful that it was impossible

to look directly at her.

"My lord, it was my rudeness." Zi Xian looked at Yang Cun's current dazed and dumbfounded appearance, feeling

both amused and afraid to laugh. She pursed her lower lip, a sudden pang of sadness in her heart, and said softly, "I am deeply grateful for your repeated assistance

tonight , my lord. I just didn't expect your literary talent to be so good,

able to compose so many timeless couplets in an instant, which I admire greatly. I toast you, my lord."

As soon as she finished speaking, she picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp, swallowing the wine that was supposed to be drunk during the toasting ceremony. Yang Cun

saw this and quickly followed suit, the fiery yellow liquor flowing down his throat, before slowly recovering from his amazement.

Looking at the beautiful woman before him, about eighteen years old, in the prime of a woman's beauty,

she appeared dignified and graceful. The slight melancholy on her stunning face was heartbreaking.

They were supposed to be drinking from the same cup, yet they drank so casually. Zi Xian seemed to suddenly feel downcast, and

Yang Cun, facing such a beautiful woman, didn't know what to say. The two sat facing each other,

both seemingly embarrassed, occasionally stealing glances at each other, unsure what to say. The atmosphere

became somewhat awkward, yet an indescribable, ambiguous feeling began to slowly spread.

"My lord," Zi Xian finally looked up after a long wait, glancing at Yang Cun with her captivating eyes

, and said softly, "There are some things that I, a commoner, am unsure whether I should say.

I think you shouldn't have come to Tianjin."

"I'd like to hear the details," Yang Cun replied, surprised, his mind clearing slightly. Gazing at

her slightly flushed face under the red candlelight, he was momentarily stunned. Such a stunning beauty—he had never

seen anyone comparable to her in his past life.

"The story of how you and the Prince of Zhen bravely captured the bandits last night is already common knowledge in Tianjin,"

said the young lady, Zi Xian, glancing at Yang Cun with a soft sigh. "Your Highness may not know, but when the Imperial Preceptor's entourage

was attacked by bandits in Tianjin, the people were actually overjoyed."

"What happened?" Yang Cun was increasingly bewildered, his mind filled with questions. The Imperial Preceptor,

Zhang Baocheng, was known for his reclusive lifestyle, kindness, and affability, enjoying a good reputation among the people, with

countless devout followers. For the people of Tianjin to be happy about his dishonored body

was utterly incomprehensible.

"The attack on the Imperial Preceptor's remains in Tianjin," sighed the young lady, speaking softly, "many

people believe this is karmic retribution. Many hope that the Tianjin Governor, Xiao Jiu, will be imprisoned because of this,

and some even secretly pray for the Emperor's wrath, leading to his execution. So even though it was disrespectful to the Imperial Preceptor,

the people 's thoughts are incredibly realistic. If it weren't for the arrival of Prince Zhen and the Duke, Xiao Jiu might

have suffered the calamity we all fear, even the extermination of his entire family."

"According to you, young lady, am I already being cursed behind my back by the people of Tianjin?" Yang Cun understood

slightly and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Yes, to be honest, Your Excellency." The young lady, Zixian, nodded firmly, her tone tinged with helplessness.

"Before tonight, even I was cursing you. Throughout the day, every maid in Tianxiang Pavilion, even the

madams, sighed while simultaneously and disrespectfully cursing you."

"Is this Xiao fellow really that hateful?" Yang Cun broke out in a cold sweat. Could it be? Just because he caught a few

bandits, he was being cursed behind his back by the entire city, down to his ancestors. Did these guys really need to be so united, even...?

The prostitutes and brothel owners all seemed so noble and virtuous at this moment. Damn, you guys are so patriotic!

"Zi Xian wishes she could skin him alive and eat his flesh..."

A flash of hatred suddenly appeared in Zi Xian's originally sorrowful eyes. She spoke through gritted teeth, her eyes reddening slightly, and tears

uncontrollably streamed down her captivating face.

It turned out that Xiao Jiu looked like a decent person, but the so-called "generous and plump" appearance didn't reflect

this . His fat was almost entirely accumulated through the hard-earned money of the people. Xiao Jiu's ancestors

had always been from Tianjin. His father used to be a large landowner in the surrounding area of Tianjin, but later went to the city and engaged in many shady

businesses. In terms of wealth, he was one of the wealthiest men in Tianjin. However, perhaps due to his many immoral deeds,

all eleven of his children died young, and he only had this precious child when he was over forty.

The Xiao family spoiled him rotten, to the point of being excessively indulgent. He became a dissolute playboy

, constantly abducting women, indulging in drinking, gambling, and whoring, and spending his days with local thugs, practically

becoming a local bully in Tianjin. As the old man grew older, Xiao Jiu remained uneducated and idle, and the Xiao family business

declined day by day. The old man gritted his teeth, sold off the remaining family wealth, and used

the proceeds to buy his son an official position, hoping for a carefree later life.

The old man's calculations were indeed correct. His son had squandered almost all of his fortune, and

after selling the family property, Xiao Jiu experienced hardship. Although his behavior remained unchanged, he could only endure it helplessly.

Fortunately, having grown up in such a family, he was adept at social skills and ingratiating himself with others, surpassing most

scholars . Coupled with his father's paving the way with money and his own innate shrewdness, he quickly rose to the ninth rank and became a county magistrate at a young

age .

Although the Xiao family had declined in fortune, their years of business experience still left them with a wealth far

exceeding that of ordinary wealthy families. Xiao Jiu was soon transferred to the southwest as a county magistrate, while his father remained in the capital, secretly

exerting influence. Under a barrage of money, Xiao Jiu soon became a protégé of Prince Ding. Less than three years later, with a single official

document, he returned to Tianjin as governor. Perhaps remembering

the ridicule , the skies over Tianjin began to darken.

Soon after taking office, Xiao Jiu imposed a multitude of exorbitant taxes and levies. Despite widespread resentment, he

relentlessly exploited the people, seemingly determined to recoup the money he had spent over the past decade.

In his self-satisfaction, he also took eleven concubines. Many of them were forcibly taken, some even resulting in deaths! From the day he

took office, he became the de facto emperor of Tianjin. Though an official, he was more ruthless than a thief.

Abducting women and monopolizing markets were child's play. Once, he even saw a newlywed couple, the bride in the bridal

sedan chair all beautiful and alluring, and abandoned his wedding gifts, turning around and leading his constables to snatch the bride back. The bride

cried and screamed, but he still forcibly raped her before she hanged herself. The bride's in-laws received silver coins but

dared not speak out , while the bride's brothers were furious and packed their travel money to go to the capital to appeal to the emperor! However

, he found out and immediately informed his thieves, who killed them all on the way. To this day, their bodies

are still lying in some valley, eaten by wolves.

"This… seems a bit excessive." Yang Cun fell silent after hearing this, sighed, and didn't

know what to say. In this era, basic human rights were lacking, and the public was mostly driven by officialdom, leading

many officials to become local tyrants. Even while they treated human life like dirt, the imperial court remained completely unaware.

Every year when the censors came to inspect, they would bribe officials, claiming outstanding achievements, oblivious to the

countless unnamed tears and bloodshed hidden within those memorials praising peace and prosperity.

"You think that's all?" Zi Xian's tears flowed uncontrollably, her eyes

cold and filled with unspeakable hatred.

It turned out that over the years, Tianjin had become a hell on earth, a place where Xiao Jiu's word was law.

The people of the city, whether rich or poor, all feared this insatiable official.

Those who went to the capital to appeal to the emperor were mostly robbed and killed by his henchmen, which only fueled his arrogance. Bullying

men and women had gradually become minor matters; even worse, he had once ordered his men to

beat a young, talented man to death in broad daylight. While the deceased's sister knelt weeping in the mourning hall,

he became even more lustful, raping her in front of the deceased and then ordering his subordinates to join in the desecration! One horrific act

after another ensued , and the people were filled with rage, wishing they could drink his blood and tear his flesh. Yet, under his tyrannical power, no one dared to petition the emperor in the capital!

"Miss Zixian, what about you?" Yang Cun sighed, unsure what to say. Suddenly recalling

Zixian's disgusted attitude that night, he couldn't help but ask. Such a stunningly beautiful woman shouldn't have

ended up in this brothel. Judging from her refined manners, she should have come from a wealthy family.

"My lord, please remember," Zixian said, her eyes filled with tears, her voice trembling, "Zixian is my name after I fell into

prostitution . My humble name is noble and compassionate!"

Her sobs trailed off, revealing that Zixian had originally come from a wealthy family, with an older sister and

a younger brother. Although orphaned at a young age, Gao Lianxin's grandfather, a former imperial

physician doted on his three children. After retiring, the family returned to Tianjin.

However, their charitable work, which affected Xiao Jiu's pharmacy business, led to Xiao Jiu's persecution.

The old physician was falsely accused and imprisoned, dying soon after.

Even more unexpectedly, Xiao Jiu took a liking to Gao Lianxin's older sister and attempted to take advantage of her. Fortunately, the

sister, with the help of an old servant, escaped Tianjin when he was off guard, but her whereabouts became unknown.

Young Gao Lianxin was also rescued by the family's maid and narrowly escaped death. Enraged, Xiao Jiu

ordered thieves to ransack the Gao family home overnight, killing not only the servants and maids but

also beating his young brother to death. His cruelty was utterly appalling.

"Miss Lianxin, I'm so sorry." Yang Cun knew he had touched a sore spot, and seeing the beauty's tears streaming down her face,

he immediately became flustered. It turned out that the Boss Zhang was Gao Lianxin's wet nurse, who had fled with her and a portion of the family fortune

. The loyal old servant was indeed kind and righteous; she hadn't abandoned young Gao Lianxin, but instead...

She and Gao Lianxin lived in anonymity together until she raised Gao Lianxin to adulthood.

"Tell me, how could I not hate him?" Gao Lianxin's heart ached more and more as she spoke, her teeth clenched in unbearable grief.

Recalling the pain of the past, her delicate hand slammed on the table, her tears falling like rain, a heartbreaking sight.

"Indeed, it's understandable!" Yang Cun was completely bewildered, never expecting to encounter such a thing. What

seemed like a romantic encounter was indeed fraught with hidden secrets. He should have been pondering things, but seeing the stunning beauty before him

crying so sadly, he felt a pang of sympathy and quickly handed her a handkerchief.

Driven by curiosity, Yang Cun asked all the questions that had been on his mind. Although Gao Lianxin was heartbroken,

she still managed to finish her story, her tears streaming down her face. It turned out that after Boss Zhang took her away, fearing that

the large sum of money they had would attract the attention of thieves, he had, by chance, bought the then-dilapidated Tianxiang Pavilion and started

a business of entertaining guests. Under Zhang's meticulous care, Gao Lianxin lived a secluded life in a secluded courtyard, seemingly

without any burdens. However, the shadow of her childhood remained a constant source of gloom in her heart. Even in such an environment, with

ample food and clothing, she remained melancholic.

As spring turned to autumn, the girl blossomed into a beautiful young woman under Zhang's motherly care.

Though raised in seclusion, her fame spread far and wide. The increasing

rumors deeply troubled Zhang. Meanwhile, a long-brewing plan took shape in Gao Lianxin's mind. When she

reached the age of sixteen, she knelt and begged Zhang, weeping. Zhang ultimately succumbed to her stubbornness, and thus,

the renowned courtesan Zixian was born, a woman who captivated countless hearts.

"You want to... take this opportunity for revenge?" Yang Cun paused, finally understanding her intentions. She

couldn't help but sigh at the unfortunate circumstances of the young master, yet she also admired the loyalty of that Boss Zhang. The young master was wealthy and ignorant, but she

had remained devoted to him for so many years—such integrity was truly rare!

"Yes, I know he's lustful!" Gao Lianxin said bitterly, her eyes flashing with a fierce light. "But I've never

succeeded. Every time he comes, he's surrounded by a large group of people. I've tried to stab him with a dagger, and I've tried to

poison him, but without exception, I've never found the slightest opportunity."

"It's normal for someone like that to be afraid of death." Yang Cunsuan understood; she probably wouldn't have a

chance . Moreover, with figures like Prince Ding and Prince Zhen, the prior checks were predictable. And if she really

had a chance to poison him, she probably wouldn't care about Prince Ding or Prince Zhen; she might even end up

bleeding from all seven orifices herself.

Gao Lianxin's tears of resentment flowed again. She sobbed helplessly, her resentful appearance both

pitiful and heartbreaking.

"I'm sorry..." Yang Cun looked at her crying and, for some reason, felt a pang of guilt.

He couldn't help but apologize. A young girl in the prime of her life, harboring such deep hatred, such a

blood feud—the pain in her heart was unimaginable. And the price she would have to pay might not only be her life,

but even her most precious chastity! She seemed to understand this clearly; hatred is

a demon that one can never truly let go of.

"My lord, I'm sorry..." Gao Lianxin's eyes dimmed, and her face suddenly paled. With tears

and apology in her eyes, she glanced at Yang Cun and choked out, "Lianxin is sorry, so sorry!"

"What?" Before Yang Cun could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a weakness in his chest. His once clear vision

blurred instantly, his hands and feet slowly grew cold, and an indescribable sense of powerlessness began to spread throughout his body.

"My lord, Lianxin is sorry!" As Gao Lianxin spoke, even her once rosy lips

began to turn white. Looking at Yang Cun with guilty eyes, she knelt down with a thud, coughing softly and

saying weakly, "Lianxin knows... this might be the last chance. Lianxin knows she can't implicate the innocent,

and she wanted to offer her pure body to the Duke. Lianxin... she really can't think of any other way to make amends."

"Miss Lianxin, you..." Yang Cun felt his vision darkening, and the beautiful woman so close to him, her weeping

face becoming increasingly blurry. In the instant his mind went blank, he suddenly understood everything.

The desecration of the Imperial Preceptor Zhang Baocheng's body in Tianjin should have been an outrageous event, yet the people were overjoyed.

They believed that given the Emperor's respect for the Imperial Preceptor, Xiao Jiu would suffer a devastating fate because of this. But

his and Yang Shu's appearance shattered their illusions. The Imperial Preceptor case—so many hopes were placed on it.

If, at this moment, under Xiao Jiu's arrangement, a Duke were poisoned to death by a courtesan in front of two princes

, then this time, he wouldn't be so lucky.

"Lianxin is so sorry, I'll be your slave in the next life..." Gao Lianxin coughed and choked back sobs, looking at Yang Cun, who had collapsed to the ground,

weak and powerless. She said weakly, "No, even if I were your slave, I couldn't repay you...

My lord, the nuptial wine was poisoned, and I can't give you my virginity... On the road to the Yellow Springs, I'm willing to go to the eighteenth

level of hell to atone for my sins."

Yang Cun had already lost consciousness, his tall body losing all support, and he fell to

the floor with a "thud." In the moment before he closed his eyes, a wave of regret washed over him. Damn it, what a load of bull

! It was all a lie! I haven't been in this world for long, and I thought I could be a good playboy who indulges in eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring.

I was poisoned to death by a little girl not long after I came down the mountain. I'm not reconciled!

I'm still a virgin! If I had known, I would have used my blood to cleanse my silver spear last night...

Yang Cun felt his breathing becoming more and more difficult, his vision went black, and finally he lost consciousness and

closed .

"My lord, I'm sorry..." Gao Lianxin swayed precariously, letting out a soft groan before collapsing

weakly . In the instant her eyes closed, though filled with remorse, a smile played on her lips, as if

she foresaw Xiao Jiu's body being separated from the family, saw her young brother, her lost sister, and her unjustly killed

grandfather. Faintly, she also saw the Yang family's thunderous rage and

the image of this handsome young man laughing heartily before her...

The room fell silent. Both their bodies slumped to the ground, their soft breathing

punctuated only by the crackling of the dragon and phoenix candles—a sound so

jarring . The amber-colored wine now looked as beautiful as jade, yet its beauty was eerily unsettling.

"Ah, this child..." A soft sigh came from the quiet attic outside the door. The door opened, and a staggering

figure slowly pushed it open and gently walked in.

The wind gently blew the candlelight, making it flicker and dim.

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