Historical fiction: The Devoted Prince and the Fierce Princess (by A Tong 1)

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Prologue:
Her name was Bai Ting'er.
She was the only surviving member of the Bai family. Her parents, before they could leave her a younger brother or sister, both succumbed to illness and passed away.
That year, Bai Ting'er was only eight years old. Now, she was an eighteen-year-old young woman in the prime of her life. Many suitors came to propose marriage, but her elders, who depended on her for support, were still carefully selecting their partners, so she remained unmarried.
Her appearance was pretty but not strikingly beautiful; her figure was well-proportioned and full-figured but not particularly alluring. She usually appeared gentle and refined, with a charming personality. Although born into a merchant family, she possessed a dignified air, having been deeply influenced by literature since childhood, and seemed to have the bearing of a well-bred young lady.
Such speculation was not surprising. After all, her two aunts were still young, and it wouldn't be surprising if they remarried. The fact that they had no blood relation to Bai Ting'er meant they could easily have divided the family property and fled, abandoning her without a second thought or remorse. But they didn't.
After accepting this sudden change, Geng Qianyun and He Xijiao, two young and beautiful widows, took care of Bai Ting'er, who had lost the protection and love of her parents, meticulously looking after her daily life. The three of them depended on each other for survival. While raising this little orphan girl, they also had to work hard, taking on the responsibility of managing the small tea shop left by Bai Ting'er's father to make ends meet.
At the time, Bai Ting'er, who was still a child, didn't find their actions particularly special. It wasn't until she grew up and became more aware that she realized how precious these two aunts were.
Back then, the older generation of servants in the Bai family, as well as customers and tea farmers who did business with the Bai family's tea shop, all found it incredible.
No one could have imagined that the two women who had constantly quarreled during Master Bai's lifetime, only ever glaring at each other in jealousy and vying for his favor, could actually set aside their past grievances, reconcile, and shoulder the responsibility of caring for the principal wife's daughter and managing Bai Ting'er's tea shop business, without ever harboring any selfish motives.
The people of the city then said that although Master Bai died young, he must have accumulated good karma in his past life to be able to marry two affectionate and righteous concubines in addition to his gentle principal wife. After Master Bai's death, many lustful men who coveted the two concubines' beauty sent matchmakers to persuade them to remarry, but they all resolutely refused.
Apart from Bai Ting'er's mother, who was married into the family through an arranged marriage, Geng Qianyun and He Xijiao were brought into the Bai family only after they had genuinely developed feelings for Master Bai.
They weren't lowly women who coveted the wealthy Bai family; they were good daughters from respectable families. Geng Qianyun's father was a schoolteacher who had passed the imperial examinations but had no ambition for officialdom, and her elder brother held a minor official position in Linjing. If she hadn't married her husband, she might have married her brother's colleague and would now be an official's wife!
He Xijiao was no less desirable than Geng Qianyun. Her family, like the Bai family, was in Wutong City, owning the largest tea shop in the mountain town. She should have married her childhood sweetheart, but she betrayed her devoted childhood friend, falling in love with a married man instead. She ultimately had to quarrel with her family to marry the Bai family patriarch.
So, how to put it? Both women were of good standing and qualified to marry into good families as wives, but for love and affection, they had to grit their teeth and compromise themselves, marrying into the Bai family as concubines.
Three women sharing one husband—they could argue endlessly just over which room to sleep in each day. Each one schemed to gain the husband's exclusive favor. Even well-bred ladies were forced to become shrewish, their hearts corrupted by love.
Although Bai Ting'er's father treated his wives and concubines with equal love and care, it wasn't enough for women yearning for love. Who wouldn't want to possess their husband's love exclusively?
Her own mother was somewhat better, having married into the Bai family through arranged marriage. Any affection she had for Mr. Bai was cultivated after marriage. Compared to Geng Qianyun and He Xijiao, she truly paled in comparison. However, due to her traditional upbringing, once married, she faithfully followed her husband for life, without much inclination to scheme about love or affection.
As the principal wife, Bai Ting'er already had the upper hand over the two concubines in terms of status. Of the three women, only she bore a child for Master Bai. Although Bai Ting'er was a girl, she was the only woman to have given her husband a son, so there was no need for her to join the competition for favor.
Therefore, the ones who truly argued and fought fiercely were the two concubines.
But fate is unpredictable, and one's fate is determined by heaven. No matter how unwilling or resentful you are, you can't change it.
Once the man they schemed and plotted against was buried in the earth, there was nothing left for them to fight over.
No matter how much they fought, they could never win against fate, could they?
After years of arguing and fighting, in the end, the legal wife was rightfully buried in the same grave as her husband. Even in death, they were companions on the road to the underworld, a way of enjoying her husband's undivided attention—a way that evoked sorrow and heartache…
After tearfully handling the funeral arrangements for Master Bai and his wife, the two concubines never argued or fought again. Their past conflicts vanished like smoke, never to be mentioned again.
Without the man who had caused their falling out, they could see each other's strengths and became supportive sisters. Bai Ting'er, Master Bai's only child, stirred their maternal instincts when they lost their center of gravity, allowing them to compensate for not having borne a child for their beloved by loving Bai Ting'er.
With Master Bai gone, the bond between the two adults and the young girl strengthened, and they truly became one family.
Geng Qianyun and He Xijiao genuinely loved Bai Ting'er. Having personally experienced the pain and helplessness of sharing a husband, they instilled in her from a young age that when choosing a husband, one should not seek wealth or good looks, but only unwavering devotion and affection.
Even if feelings already existed, the same principle applied; devoted love was paramount. True happiness lay in a peaceful and joyful life together.
From the age of eight, her two aunts instilled in her the idea that she should never share a husband, thus deeply embedding this belief in her heart even in her youth.
As she grew older and more sensible, this conviction only strengthened; she would rather marry a penniless beggar than share a husband…
But just like her parents' early death, how could one control fate? It was all predetermined by heaven!
Bai Ting'er is destined to be emotionally entangled with a man of high status and power, destined to be heartbroken and harmed for the man whose fate brings her countless romantic encounters.
As for whether she can find happiness in the future, that depends on her destiny...
Chapter One:
Wet, hot lips and tongue left a burning kiss on the back of her neck.
His hands, radiating intense heat, roamed over her exquisite body.
Every kiss, every caress, was like a feather with flames, teasing the passion hidden within her, making her react without restraint to how intense the pleasure and ecstasy brought by his caresses were.
She couldn't resist... no, it should be said that she never even had the thought of resisting.
She could clearly hear the ambiguous moans emanating from her mouth, those long, thin moans like a cat in heat echoing in the room, accompanied by short, panting breaths, sounding even more shameful and extremely provocative.
Whether it was because of his caresses or because she subconsciously couldn't shake off her shyness, her originally fair skin gradually turned into a delicate pinkish-red, even her cheeks were tinged with a sweet blush, making her rather aloof features appear softer and more charming.
Just as she couldn't resist the man's unrestrained caresses and explorations on her body, she also couldn't stop herself from making those shameful sounds.
"Mmm...no...ah..."
Her mind was completely absorbed in the man's actions. Waves of tingling pleasure made her body burn. Slippery fluids flowed from the crotch where the man's rough fingertips caressed her, and even her delicate, snow-white skin was beaded with sweat.
Her body was slick with sweat, and the man swept her long, soft hair to his chest, making it easier for his lips and tongue to kiss and taste her neck and back. Her hair, which had been swaying gently, was now soaked with sweat, clinging messily to her temples and body.
She knelt on the bed with her legs wide open, her entire weight resting on the man's embrace from behind, allowing her to maintain an upright posture even in the midst of such passion.
His broad, strong chest pressed against her back, his body heat directly transferring to her. The hard object rubbing against her buttocks didn't disgust her; instead, she actively resisted, rubbing against his own crotch.
"Ah...so good...mmm..." She was completely immersed in the pleasure he created, her delicate body writhing in rhythm with his caresses.
After an unknown amount of time, the man's movements became increasingly passionate and wild.
He didn't intend to possess her innocence, only to let her experience the exquisite taste of orgasm. So even though his groin was throbbing with pain, yearning for complete release, he used his strong willpower to suppress the urge to bury himself in her soft core.
But if he continued, he couldn't guarantee where his limit was.
To avoid hurting her with his recklessness, he increased the frequency of his caresses, intending to bring her to the peak of pleasure as quickly as possible, ending this agonizing test of willpower for him.
"Ah...mmm...ah...damn..." As she moaned softly, she flinched.
It wasn't avoidance, just a reflexive movement, because the man suddenly bit her sensitive shoulder joint with a force that, while not harmful, was somewhat heavy. The slight sting instantly amplified her sensitivity several times over.
Her movements caused her breasts to rub against his arm. The man moved his arm, which had been around her chest, and grasped one of her swaying breasts, squeezing and caressing it.
His hands, one above the other, cupped her two most sensitive areas.
Just as she couldn't help but moan loudly, his rough fingers, which had been caressing her vulva, suddenly pinched her full, engorged petals and began to knead them without restraint.
The slippery spring water allowed him to freely knead her delicate flower, pushing her desire to the brink of collapse. Soon, a strong, tingling pleasure erupted from under his hands—
"Ah…" She trembled all over, her beautiful eyes, filled with desire, tightly closed, and tears of ecstasy slid down her cheeks. Her
delicate body, already tinged with a light pink, trembled and convulsed in the man's arms, her vulva contracting rapidly due to the intense orgasm, overflowing with fragrant spring water, soaking the large hand that was lurking between her legs.
The man didn't stop his actions; instead, he intensified his kneading, forcing her to succumb to the overwhelming pleasure and fall into a semi-conscious state.
Once she had passed out, he withdrew his wet hand from her thighs, moving it to his lips, and licked the smooth, fragrant flesh on his fingers. A
purple-gold light flickered deep within his seemingly cold, dark pupils. He was unable to tear himself away from staring at the beautiful woman, her lips rosy and a sweet smile playing on her lips, deep in a sweet sleep…
Suppressing the desire that had simmered since meeting Bai Ting'er, Zhao Xiangyue slowly opened her eyes.
Perhaps it hadn't been properly drawn, because the bed curtains had fallen down at some point, blocking the already dim light in the room, making it difficult for him to see the beautiful woman resting on his arm.
In truth, whether his eyes were open or closed, her appearance and charm, every smile that brought joy to his heart, every alluring glance, were already deeply etched in his mind.
He, Zhao Xiangyue, was the second most honored man in the Jingqin Dynasty.
Under heaven, he only needed to bow to the reigning Emperor Jingyang, and that was all. Whether in the court or at grand and solemn occasions like state sacrifices, he was never required to kneel. The Emperor not only respected him but also regarded him as a father, never daring to show the slightest disrespect.
She, however, was merely a merchant's daughter from a remote western mountain town far from the capital.
They should never have crossed paths. When he left the palace, how could he have foreseen that he would lose his heart on this journey, encountering a woman he couldn't let go of, a woman who stirred his heart so deeply?
It all began more than three months ago…
The Emperor was in good health, the borders were not only peaceful but also free from any disputes or wars. For six generations, the Jingqin Dynasty had enjoyed not only national prosperity and peace but also favorable weather.
Although the late Emperor had died young, and the young emperor who succeeded to the throne was not yet fifteen, the sensible and intelligent young emperor was kind-hearted, and his conduct already showed signs of a wise ruler.
Therefore, Regent Zhao Xiangyue no longer needed to be preoccupied with court affairs and constantly assist him. It seemed that within two or three years, he could relinquish power and let the young emperor rule in his own right—though saying this was incredibly ungrateful, he was truly tired of this peaceful life!
If it weren't for his elder brother's solemn entrustment of the young emperor on his deathbed, the naturally unrestrained Zhao Xiangyue would surely have spent his days indulging in pleasure, surrounded by countless beauties.
His brother's deep affection for his young son and the brotherly love he had shown him since childhood compelled Zhao Xiangyue, even though he was unwilling to be bound by the stifling burdens of the palace, to agree to shoulder the heavy responsibility of raising and protecting the young emperor, allowing his brother to leave in peace, without any regrets.
Eight years had passed; the late emperor had been gone for eight years.
Having been tied down in the palace by court politics and the young emperor for so many years, he, yearning for freedom, could no longer endure this extremely boring and tedious life. He was already tired of the magnificent palace, and the sweet words and flattery of the beautiful women serving him held no interest for him.
Life had become utterly dull, and to make matters worse, his elder sister, born of the same mother, had recently decided to return to the palace to visit her family. This return completely infuriated him!
He welcomed his sister's return, of course, but upon her return, she conspired with court officials and even brought the young emperor into their camp, bombarding him day and night with pressure to establish a concubine!
This group of people desperately searched the country for daughters of noble and official families to bring into the palace, claiming it was for him to choose, and used every means to cramm these women into his bedchamber.
He had nowhere to hide, day or night.
He did enjoy women, that was true, but feeding him too many at once, even if he could eat it all, would probably cause him indigestion.
He was already driven mad by the tedium of daily life, and now these inconsiderate people were driving him crazy. Even with his good temper, he couldn't hold back any longer!
He, who loved to flit among flowers, certainly didn't need beautiful women for company.
In his palace, he had countless beautiful concubines to serve him. The reason he hadn't formally chosen a consort was because he hadn't found a woman he truly loved. For him, a concubine only needed to please him, but a consort couldn't be so casual; she had to be someone he liked.
So, was it necessary for them to be in such a hurry to force him to choose a woman he didn't like?
He was only twenty-seven, and the Zhao family already had a young emperor to carry on the family line. Whose eyes did his delay in having children offend, that they could be so indignant?
The worst part was that, to force him to submit, they actually wanted a bunch of women to enter his room at the same time to seduce him! What was that all about? While he enjoyed the pleasure of soft, fragrant women, he wasn't that lustful! Twenty women in one night! Did they think he was some kind of extraordinary genius?
Even if he were strong and healthy, he was still flesh and blood. Could he possibly be subjected to such relentless, day-and-night torment and abuse? Those beautiful and alluring women not only failed to please him, but instead worsened his mood. He couldn't even bear to look at them, let alone touch them!
His eldest sister, who always seemed to thrive on chaos and constantly sought trouble, was already a mother of three, yet she still acted like a child!
And those loyal ministers, perhaps they had been living in peace for too long, and now they were just looking for amusement. After all, it would be another two years before the young emperor was to be crowned empress and consorts, and right now, he was the biggest target in the capital. So, they conspired to torment him and pass the time, right?!
The things they were doing were clearly intended to frame him, the regent, and make the people of the world think of him as a scourge because the palace was using his name to plunder beautiful women. Are they debauched scoundrels of the royal family?
If they continue their folly, they'll ruin his lifelong reputation! He didn't intend to achieve anything historically significant, but he also didn't want to be remembered with eternal infamy!
After once again driving away a large group of women brought to his room in the middle of the night, he finally lost his temper, his raging fury burning fiercely—if they continued their dissolute behavior, he wouldn't be Zhao Xiang!
Enraged, he didn't sleep that night, summoning his personal guard, Jun Qianying, and bringing him... A single guard, carrying a simple bag, slipped away from the palace!
Since the young emperor was about to handle state affairs on his own, this could be considered a rehearsal for his impending assumption of power. However, to prevent any unforeseen circumstances, he left behind a regent's decree, ordering the eldest princess's husband to enter the palace and assist the court officials in governing, while he himself went off to enjoy a leisurely stroll.
He wasn't worried at all about the maternal relatives interfering in politics or seizing power, because his brother-in-law, who vehemently opposed power, had no such intentions. His career was now being forced upon him, forcing
him to act as regent. Hmph… just imagining how miserable his brother-in-law would be made him laugh in his dreams. Oh ho ho ho—
this was the consequence of a brother-in-law failing to discipline his wife!
Zhao Xiangyue planned that from now on, if his elder sister dared to anger him again, he would leave the palace and let his unfortunate brother-in-law bear the brunt of his wife's misdeeds. Hmph! Let's see who can be more ruthless than Zhao Xiangyue!
But just as he had been playing around for nearly a month, his anger subsided considerably, and he was about to return to the palace… perhaps it should be said… It must have been fate! He had actually met the only woman in his life, the only one whose face he had ever clearly etched in his memory, and whom he couldn't bear to leave so easily, in a mountain town nestled among the peaks of the western part of the country, shrouded in perpetual mist and clouds… They were nine years apart; while he was riding horses, practicing archery, and studying, she was just a young girl!
Zhao Xiangyue recalled the events from leaving the palace to meeting the woman in his arms, carefully laying her down on the pillow. He sat up halfway, pulling the bed curtains back up with one hand .
In the dim moonlight, he gazed with a complex expression at the woman lying on the bed, her cheeks flushed, her breath just beginning to settle from shallow and erratic, looking like a woman who had been thoroughly loved.
Bai Ting'er… that was her name…
He had gone to great lengths, using every trick in the book, to win this delicate woman's heart; he had showered her with sweet words, displaying a tenderness and patience he had never shown to any other woman, to lure her into his bed, allowing him to hold her in his arms.
But in the pursuit of pleasure, not only had she fallen for him, but he too had succumbed to temptation, giving his heart to her. His once restless heart, capable of holding countless other women, now held no room for any other since her arrival.
Though he didn't want to admit he had fallen for Bai Ting'er, he understood the joy he felt upon seeing her, the sweetness that came with embracing her, and the sweetness that filled him with longing. Emotions, he thought, were proof that he loved her.
He was in love with this charming girl who could be incredibly gentle, sweetly charming, and infuriatingly temperamental… Her boldness, passion, and unpretentious personality captivated him.
She was a very special girl, completely different from those indecisive and spineless noble ladies. Being with her brought nothing but joy and ultimate satisfaction…
Zhao Xiangyue's eyes were filled with love as he gently gazed at her.
The thin blouse she wore, though still revealing her, had lost its concealing function due to the recent passion, hanging loosely on her fair skin.
Her rounded breasts peeked out from the open bodice, their full, soft flesh irresistible to his touch. The two delicate nipples, ripened by his ministrations, were even more alluring, receiving his passionate caresses.
His mesmerizing gaze continued downwards, lingering on her body, taking in all her beauty.
His gaze swept over her, and the rekindled desire gradually filled his vision. Her
waist was beautifully curved, her snow-white abdomen smooth and delicate, and the slightly raised mons pubis, covered in soft black hair, was alluring. And then there was the beautiful flower hidden where her legs met.
Her legs were closed, so he couldn't see that beautiful private part, but in the moonlight, he could vaguely see the glistening moisture on the inner thighs, evidence of her recent passion.
He had possessed countless women more beautiful than her; in the palace, in the royal residence, countless girls with more graceful figures and gentler personalities awaited his favor. But in his heart and eyes, none of those exceptional beauties possessed her captivating charm.
He couldn't help but cherish Bai Ting'er.
Although he had already slept with her, caressed her entire body, and tasted her sweetness and tenderness, he had not yet truly possessed her pure essence— She was still a virgin.
He hadn't actually possessed her, but while bringing her pleasure, he also shared in an exquisite, intoxicating ecstasy—real, without a trace of pretense. This wasn't just physical pleasure; he felt an indescribable satisfaction.
That satisfaction far surpassed mere lust.
He was utterly unable to resist the pleasure that spread from the depths of his heart throughout his entire body.
This proud son of heaven, who had tasted countless beauties, was actually bewitched by a tender girl who didn't yet know how to use feminine charm, and was uncontrollably attached to her—something even he found unbelievable. The
usually arrogant and domineering Zhao Xiangyue was unusually caught in a dilemma. Even in the palace, where he held immense power and influence, he had never been so troubled by a woman.
Women were like pets to him, summoned and dismissed at will, merely a diversion in daily life, requiring no effort whatsoever. But now, a strong possessiveness and thirst... But she held him firmly in her grasp!
He wanted to bring Bai Ting'er back to the palace, but the foreseeable opposition troubled him greatly.
Not to mention his annoying elder sister, the Empress, would object; the conservative ministers and nobles who valued pure bloodlines would certainly not be happy to see a woman from an ordinary family vying with their daughter for the position of Regent's Consort!
Just thinking about it gave him a headache. Adding to this,
Bai Ting'er still didn't know his true identity, mistakenly believing him to be a wealthy merchant from the capital; could she accept his status as Regent and be content with simply serving him in bed?
He asked himself this question because he vaguely understood her strong-willed nature.
She wasn't a woman willing to share her lover…
As a descendant of royalty, he had always been willful and capricious. Once he removed the crown of Regent, he could return to his palace and enjoy life as a carefree prince. But even so, no matter how unrestrained he was, he understood that the rules passed down from his ancestors could not be broken by him.
He was of royal blood, and although not the heir to the throne, his noble lineage was still unmistakable. Bai Ting'er could stay by his side, but she couldn't ask for a title; she wasn't even qualified to be a concubine, let alone bear his children—given her commoner background, she wasn't even qualified to carry his pregnancy.
He had found the woman he loved, yet he couldn't freely indulge her. What use was being the regent, second only to the emperor? He still had to bow to ancestral rules!
How could he persuade Bai Ting'er to disregard her status and come to the palace with him?
Desperate to possess Bai Ting'er completely, Zhao Xiangyue racked his brains for ways to bring her back to the palace. After thinking for a while, he suddenly became agitated.
This was infuriating! He couldn't even get a woman?!
Although his rational side fully understood why he couldn't have his way, his irrational side erupted because he couldn't bear to part with Bai Ting'er.
His brows furrowed, and a willful glint gradually appeared in his eyes as his inner turmoil grew. His dark and irritable expression revealed that he had lost his patience.
When his eyes were completely consumed by a raging inferno, Zhao Xiangyue made his decision—no matter how much he had to appease her later, or how much opposition he might face, he was going to have Bai Ting'er!
Compared to his resolve, her wishes seemed insignificant.
In that instant, Zhao Xiangyue exuded an innate noble and domineering aura.
He had previously hesitated to truly possess her innocence because he was unsure if he could provide her with a satisfactory arrangement. Now that he had made up his mind, there was no need to suppress his burning desire any longer.
Although this decision would wrong Bai Ting'er, she would have his love, care, and pampering for a lifetime. He would never mistreat her in matters of the heart.
To prevent Bai Ting'er from slipping through his fingers, he had to make her truly his woman. Since meeting her, suppressing his lust every night was enough to drive a normal man mad. If it weren't for his strong self-control, Bai Ting'er would have been his long ago! Why would he have waited until today?
Unable to contain his intense desire any longer, Zhao Xiangyue lowered his head and kissed Bai Ting'er's rosy lips.
His fiery lips rubbed against her delicate skin, his nimble tongue licking the cleft of her lips, and soon, with unwavering force, he forced open her closed lips, plunging into her moist mouth to savor her sweetness…

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