[The clear moonlight shines on the jade rabbit]

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The Clear Moon Shines on the Jade Rabbit

Author: robertdda

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A short story.

I was busy with other things during the Dragon Boat Festival, which delayed me for 24 hours. I'm really sorry... Haha, luckily
it's still within the holiday... Not too late, I'll release it before the Mid-Autumn Festival...

PS: For a future expansion pack for a project I've been eyeing for a long time
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The cold moon is boundless, the cool breeze carries a message.

Thirty miles south of Chang'an City, in the Ziwu Valley, stands a small courtyard with green tiles and white walls. Green bamboo grows in the courtyard. The crescent moon has just
climbed to the top of the willow branches, and the slender bamboo sways in the wind as if dancing.

Beneath the bamboo stood a young man in white robes, with sword-like eyebrows, fierce eyes, a straight nose, and lips as red as painted vermilion. If not for Nezha,
the Third Prince, reincarnated, he must be the Jade Emperor's golden boy. Yet, this exceptionally handsome young man seemed melancholy,
as if burdened by an unshakeable sorrow.

A cool breeze swept by, accompanied by the tinkling of jade pendants. Before he could turn around, a cloak, still warm from her touch, was
quietly draped over his shoulders. He reached out and grasped his wife's soft hand behind him, whispering, "Yue..."

Her body trembled violently, and she lowered her head. "Does Your Excellency still miss Sister Yue?"

Miss... The

white-robed man, addressed as "Your Excellency," simply gazed at the smiling pale moon in the sky, remaining silent for a long while. He slowly
released her hand.

She had the maids place the fruit platter and zongzi on the stone table before they withdrew. Only
the two of them and the bamboo grove remained in the quiet courtyard.

“My lord,” she said gently behind him, “the moon is truly beautiful tonight.” Her soft, Wu
dialect, as gentle as the ripples of a water town, rippled and gently touched the exterior of his steadfast heart.

The man remained silent. The cold moonlight shone, shadows fell on the branches, and the courtyard was quiet. Suddenly,
the laughter of children broke the silence.

“Dad, Dad!” A boy of twelve or thirteen ran into the courtyard, laughing. “Look at the zongzi I made!”

A girl of about six, dressed in a moon-white dress, followed closely behind. “Mom, Mom, my brother took my
zongzi! I made them!”

“Shh…” She quickly stopped the children’s laughter, afraid he would turn around and throw a tantrum.

The boy struggled to break free from her grasp. “Dad, Dad! Don’t hold me! You’re not
my mom!”

The child’s innocent voice pierced the hearts of the two adults like a sharp sword. Her face turned deathly pale.
The man slowly turned around, his face ashen. "Qing'er, go, kneel before your mother's spirit."

His father's words carried immense authority. The little boy met his father's gaze, struggled briefly, then obediently
lowered his head in surrender and turned to leave. The little girl remained in the adults' arms, innocently watching the two men, unaware of
what was happening.

"Qing'er," the father's voice rang out again behind the little boy, "Apologize to your mother."

"She's not my mother." The little boy turned back, his small face contorted with anger. He pointed
to the bright moon in the sky: "My mother is a fairy in the moon palace."

"This child..." The man in white murmured, watching the child walk away, "She's just like her...
her eyes, her eyebrows, and her temper..."

"My lord, what are you saying?"

A soft, gentle Wu dialect pulled him from his reverie. The man in white suddenly realized something, and seeing
the little girl timidly hiding in the adults' arms, he understood that she was probably frightened by him. She quickly changed
her expression.

"Come, Rabbit, come to Daddy."

The little girl timidly left her safe haven and came to her father, calling out in a voice barely audible,
"Daddy."

"Good girl, Rabbit." The man in white carried his daughter to sit on a stone bench and said to the woman who was still standing, "
Madam , please sit down."

"We're all family, no need to be so polite." The lady smiled gently and sat on another stone bench. "The teacher is
on holiday, and the children want to go to the market to play tomorrow. I'd like to know your opinion."

"Go ahead, all of you go." He readily agreed. "Has Rabbit been good lately? What's the teacher teaching her
?"

"The teacher is teaching the 'Six Scripts'." The girl answered in her childish voice, "Brother has already learned the Analects
."

"Oh," the man seemed to fall into deep thought again.

The lady peeled a zongzi (sticky rice dumpling), dipped it in white sugar, and handed it to the little girl named Rabbit: "Here, let your father try some."

"Father, you eat the zongzi."

Looking at his daughter's obedient face, the usually stern father couldn't help but smile. "Let your mother try some first."

"Yes." The girl then handed the zongzi to the lady: "Mother, this is a zongzi you made yourself, you should
try it first."

"Okay." She took the zongzi, took a small bite, the glutinous rice was fragrant and soft, with the fresh scent of the bamboo leaves,
just like her hometown.

"Green Willow, it's been a long time since we sat down to talk together." The man suddenly sighed softly:
"Your birthday is coming soon, but I've been cold to you. You must be angry."

"How could I be?" She simply lowered her eyes, the zongzi was gently placed back on the silver plate: "My lord
has always been..."

"Don't call me my lord anymore. You should change your form of address too." He looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, unsure if
he was doing the right thing. “Call me like she does.”

“Husband…” Green Willow hesitated, looking at the man who had been her husband for over three years.
She couldn’t believe this change had come so suddenly.

“That’s fine, husband.” He gazed at the crescent moon, its gentle smile lingering on the willow branches: “She wanted the same thing.”

*** *** *** ***

Six years ago, thirty li south of Chang’an, in a small courtyard in the Ziwu Valley. Above the gate,
the two characters “Ming Residence” were written in bold, heavy ink.

Deep in the mountains, the forests were quiet and the flowers were lush. The moon had just climbed above the willow branches, and the sky was still bright. In the center of the courtyard,
a young woman sat on a stone bench beside a stone table, doing needlework. Her belly was already quite large, appearing to be quite large.
She was six or seven months pregnant.

She was embroidering a cute little red bib, the size perfect for a baby.
Suddenly, her delicate brows furrowed as the needle pricked her hand.

"Oh, you naughty child," she said, gently scolding her unborn child with a touch of affection. "Mother
is making you clothes. Last time your brother came out, your grandmother made his clothes,
but them for you herself."

The young mother was chatting with her unborn child when two figures, one big and one small, appeared from the corner of the corridor.
The child in light green clothes skipped and hopped, pulling the hand of the adult in white behind
him .

"Mother, Mother, we're back! Qing'er and Father are back from watching the dragon boat race!"

The child's sweet, childlike voice was like heavenly music. The mother opened her arms, letting her child, whom she hadn't seen all day, roll around in her embrace . After
he had had his fill of affection, she released him, straightened her clothes, and prepared to greet her husband.

"Sister Yue, you're not feeling well, so please don't trouble yourself."

"Xinglang," although it had only been a day since they last met, it felt like seven or eight years had passed in her heart.
For more than a year, the two of them had been oblivious to everything else, focusing solely on being together, watching the rain in the east and chasing the clouds in the west,
trimming the candlelight together and reading the West Chamber. They were inseparable day and night, always by each other's side, singing and dancing together.

“Sister Yue,” he said, gazing at his beloved wife whom he hadn’t seen all day, “you’re getting more and more beautiful.”

“You’re making fun of me again,” Lingyue said shyly, lowering her head. “We’re an old married couple, and the child is
watching.”

“Haha,” he laughed heartily, “Sister Yue, do I, Mingxing, care about what others see? Especially
my own child… how about we just…”

“You… you’re so annoying.” Lingyue turned away angrily. “You always do this. You’ve been like this since we were little.”

“You only love bad things.” Mingxing stood up and walked behind his wife, gently embracing her. His
wide sleeves concealed his hands. The little boy, used to his parents’ intimate gestures,
squatted to the side playing a game of catching grasshoppers.

The celebrity's hand gently slipped under his wife's bodice, caressing her smooth, round breasts. "They've
grown a little bigger again?" he whispered in her ear. "You've prepared food for our child, haven't you?"

Lingyue turned and kissed her husband's lips, saying with difficulty and softness, "Could you leave some for the child...?
Most of it probably went to you, you greedy cat."

"You dare call your husband a greedy cat?" the celebrity feigned anger. "I'm going to punish you."

"Punish?" Lingyue defiantly thrust out her belly. "I bet you wouldn't dare."

"I wouldn't dare." The celebrity coldly snorted. "There's nothing in this world I wouldn't dare to do. Your
husband is known as the living Yama."

"Meeting you was like seeing a ghost." Lingyue weakly slumped in her husband's arms, letting her
will drift slowly with the torrent of sensation. His hands were so familiar with her body that they could
easily arouse her.

“Xinglang…” Lingyue nestled against his chest like a docile kitten. “Listen to our baby’s
heartbeat .”

“I’m listening.” He placed his hand on her lower abdomen, feeling the rhythmic heartbeat of the fetus inside.
“Such a well-behaved child, it must be a girl.”

“Not at all.” Lingyue intertwined her hands with her husband’s, snuggling against him
playfully . “It was kicking me in my belly before you came back. Not at all.”

“Oh?” Xingming held his wife’s hand. “It must have known that Daddy and Brother were back. That’s why it did that.”

“No, no, it’s not.” Lingyue snuggled against him. “It must be a naughty child.”

“Okay, okay,” Xingming felt his wife’s persistent nagging in his arms and quickly changed his tune. “Not well-behaved,
not well-behaved. When he comes out, I, as his father, will definitely interrogate him and ask him why he was being
naughty in there.”

“That’s more like it.” Lingyue kissed her husband’s neck contentedly, then suddenly asked:
"Xinglang, tell me, this time, should we give Qing'er a younger brother or a younger sister?"

"Well," Mingxing turned around and called his son, "Qing'er, come here, your mother has something to ask you."

"Mother, I'm here." Qing'er dropped the insects in his hand and ran over to stand in front of Lingyue, "Mother,
what is it?"

"Good son," Lingyue reached out and tidied a stray strand of hair on her son's forehead, "Do you want your mother to give you
a younger brother or a younger sister?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Qing'er gave his answer, "As long as it's yours, whether it's a younger brother or a younger sister, Qing'er
will like them all and want to play with them."

"Good boy." Lingyue smiled sweetly and patted her son's shoulder, "When you grow up, your mother
will pass on all my archery skills to you, so you can protect your younger brother and sister, okay?"

"Okay!" Qing'er nodded seriously, "I will also protect my mother."

"What about protecting your father?" Mingxing asked deliberately.

Who knew this child was so clever for his age? "Dad has Mom's protection. Mom said Dad loves to play the hero, and Mom always
has to rescue him."

"This child." Mingxing pretended to hit her, but Lingyue couldn't help but burst out laughing, her laughter
shaking her head . "My good son, you really are my good son. Yes, your dad is the most useless, and your mom always has to
rescue him."

"So it was you, you gossipy woman." Mingxing finally found the root of the problem. "Qing'er, go play.
Your mom and I are going to have a contest to see who's really useless."

"Are Dad and Mom going to have a contest?" Qing'er blinked her big eyes. "I want to watch, I want to watch."

"No contest." Mingxing hugged Lingyue. "Dad is going to love your mom."

"Oh..." Qing'er knew it was time for her to go out. When adults say they want to love, it's
not appropriate for a child to be present. However, her father was clearly in a good mood tonight: "Qing'er, stay here and see how much your father loves
your mother. You can also hear how your mother begs your father for forgiveness."

"No... in front of the child." Lingyue blushed deeply at the thought of doing it in front of the child, burying her head
in her husband's arms and refusing to move, unaware that his large hands were undressing her.

By the time she realized it, her clothes were already untied, and with a few forceful tugs, they came off her clothes.
The clothes slipped off her flawless white body. The celebrity casually crumpled the clothes into a ball and tossed it to her son: "Here, keep these
clothes safe for your mother."

"No...it's so embarrassing..." Lingyue clutched her bodice tightly, "How can we be parents if our son
is watching?"

"It's precisely because we never saw this when we were little that it took so much effort on our wedding night." The celebrity
was adept at making excuses, completely forgetting
the shameful things he had done—sneaking over the wall to peep at Lingyue, the neighbor's virgin, bathing.

With a sudden movement, the celebrity lifted the petite Lingyue onto his lap and reached to untie her skirt.
Six-year-old Qing'er stared blankly as his mother was gradually undressed by his father. He had never seen a woman's
body , so realistically displayed before him in the moonlight.

His mother was truly beautiful in the moonlight; her skin shimmered like crystal, pure white and
translucent, exuding a delicate fragrance. Mother was like a blooming peony, breathtakingly beautiful.

A silk sash was tied around her waist, hanging down to between her legs. For some reason, Qing'er
seemed particularly interested in the dark shadow between his mother's legs, wanting to go closer to see it more clearly, but his father
pulled the sash off and threw it in front of him.

He curiously picked it up; it was a long bag sewn from white silk, seemingly
containing some spices. In the moonlight, Qing'er strangely discovered some shiny, sticky
liquid . What was it? He didn't know. When he looked up at his mother again, she was completely naked from the waist down,
but her legs were still tightly closed, and she buried her head in his father's arms. Her breasts
trembled with her breathing.

Qing'er knew that those two large breasts were for storing food for his future younger siblings, and he
himself had drawn nourishment from them for over a year. At night, he always felt a
special fragrance emanating from his mother's breasts. However, his mother never let him look at that place again. But he also discovered that if
he pretended to be asleep at night and touched it, his mother wouldn't mind.

His father's hand gently caressed his mother's belly, where Qing'er's future younger siblings would be, and
where he would come from. His father's hand lingered there for a long time, and he whispered to his mother for quite a while. For some
reason , or perhaps because his father said something, his mother slowly parted her tightly closed legs, her knees
spreading wide enough that Qing'er could clearly see his mother's lower body, which was covered with black, shiny
, curly hair. It was very different from a boy's. Qing'er instinctively realized this.

His father's hand gently slipped into his mother's lower body. His sleeves were too wide, blocking Qing'er's view.
Then they turned around, with his father facing away from Qing'er and embracing his mother. He began to untie his mother's bodice.
Soon , a bright red mandarin duck bodice appeared on the stone table, and Qing'er knew that his beautiful
mother was now completely naked.

His mother stood up, her hands cupping her trembling breasts. Suddenly, his father pounced, biting the left
one, and then kneading the right one with his hand. His mother tightly embraced his father's head, her
expression a mixture of pain and pleasure, emitting
sounds Qing'er couldn't understand: "Hmm...hmm...ah...ah..."

Qing'er stood in the shadow of the bamboo, ten paces away from this scene of lovemaking. He clearly saw
his mother's snow-white, smooth breasts—the breasts he longed to see but couldn't, the breasts he longed to touch but couldn't—being carelessly kneaded by his father right before his
eyes . His mother's face was already flushed, as if it could bleed.

After a while, her father released her breasts, but turned back and beckoned to her, "Come here, Qing'er
."

"You're asking for trouble, what are you going to do now?" Lingyue frantically tried to grab something to cover herself,
but her clothes were mostly in the hands of her son who was walking towards her.

"Nothing, just let our son have a couple of sips of milk." Mingxing affectionately pulled his son over. Lingyue hurriedly
covered her ample breasts with her arms. But Qing'er could still see a pair of bouncing breasts through her fair arms
.

"Mother..." Qing'er looked at his mother's body, not knowing what to say. Mingxing turned his wife over and hugged her,
forcibly inserting his legs between hers, and said to his son, "Look, this is your mother's body,
isn't it beautiful?"

Qing'er nodded blankly. Lingyue, still blushing, scolded her shameless husband, "How can you do this
, letting your son see his mother's body?"

"Why can't I look?" Mingxing chuckled, cupping Lingyue's breasts in his hands. "These are
a piece of your flesh. Son, come and look, this is the milk you drank when you were little."

Qing'er curiously reached out and touched them, from the rounded outer edge of the breasts all the way up to the erect, deep red
nipples. He tried to pinch them, but no milk came out. This disappointed him.

"You little thing, you're just like your father," Lingyue scolded her son. "Go back to the study now
."

"Don't listen to your mother, today I'll listen to your father," Mingxing made a decisive decision. "Son, are your mother's
breasts big?"

Qing'er nodded, bewildered. The celebrity suddenly burst into laughter: "This is all thanks to your old man.
When I peeked at your mother taking a bath, her body was as flat as a man's."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lingyue's most taboo subject was brought up by her beloved, leaving her only with shame, not anger.
The fact that her own son was curiously playing with her body, however, brought her intense stimulation.

Qing'er curiously pressed his ear to his mother's round belly, listened carefully for a while, and exclaimed in surprise
, "Mother! The sounds inside seem clearer!"

"Don't get the wrong idea." The celebrity's hands roamed over his wife's body: "He
doesn't understand . He only knows that it's Daddy loving Mommy."

"But you don't have to do this." Lingyue still couldn't overcome her shame. "You're such a
bad guy ."

"Then let's be even worse." It turned out that the celebrity had unleashed his weapon without her noticing, easily
entering that cherished haven of tenderness.

“This is still the most comfortable.” Mingxing slowly thrust in and out of Lingyue’s body. “Yue’er, is it comfortable?”

“Comfortable. Xinglang.” Lingyue closed her eyes drowsily, enjoying the rhythmic movements below.
Mingxing ’s gentleness was only for her; it was her pride. Therefore, she was willing to show
all the beauty of her as a woman in his arms.

Mingxing looked at the woman in his arms and felt that she was a fairy descended to earth—beautiful, gentle, and kind.
How lucky he was to have married such a wife. He didn’t ask for wealth and glory, but only for a lifetime together…

*** *** *** ***

Lvyang looked at the man who had been her husband for three years. He slowly took the
zongzi she had just taken a bite of from the silver plate and took a small bite himself. It was very fragrant and sweet. Lingyue was terrible at cooking and
not very good at taking care of children. But in his heart, she would always be an irreplaceable wife.

He patted his daughter’s head, signaling her to go back to her room to play.

Only the almost speechless couple remained in the courtyard.

“Qing’er has grown up,” he finally spoke slowly, “It’s time for him to leave home and go out into the world.”

“Qing’er!” she almost cried out, “He’s still too young.”

“Keeping him here will only hurt you.” Mingxing looked at Lüyang, “He’s never acknowledged you as his mother, and in the past
two years , the look in his eyes has only grown more hateful. He doesn’t dare hate me, so he can only vent his resentment on you.
Next month, I will leave Chang’an for Liaodong. I’ll leave you with him. To be honest, I’m worried about you.”

“He’s still just a child,” Lüyang pleaded desperately.

"When he was twelve, his mother was already shooting down eagles in the sky; when he was thirteen, his
father killed a man-eating tiger outside Qingzhou City." Mingxing sighed softly, "With offspring like this,
the troubles of our Ming family will only increase. You know, I became the
head of the Ming family after killing all my brothers. Two of them were my own brothers."

"But they killed Sister Yue first."

"No, actually I had the intention to kill them all, but Yue'er told me to lay down my weapons and become a Buddha. She was willing to spend her
life with me in a quiet place, peacefully. I promised Yue'er that I wouldn't pursue
the position of head of the Ming family. But they killed Yue'er, so I broke my promise."

"If..." Lüyang whispered, "If Sister Yue were here, my husband, he probably wouldn't draw his sword again
."

"Hmm?"

"Last night." Lüyang seemed to be saying something a little embarrassing, "After I put Rabbit to sleep,
I was about to go out to check if there were any oversights. When I passed by the study, I heard Crane Dance Sword making
strange ."

“The Crane Dance Sword…” Mingxing hesitated for a moment, “Let Qing’er take the Crane Dance Sword out. I’ll find him
a good teacher. That’s settled.”

“Yes.” Hearing her husband say this, Lüyang knew there was no hope left. Sending their son out of the mansion,
letting him make his own way in the world—whether he achieves great things or falls into poverty and despair—survival of the
fittest was the only rule for choosing an heir in this chaotic world of powerful families.

However, Qing’er did seem a little too young.

“We should talk about our own affairs now.” Mingxing gently took Lüyang’s small hand. “I’ll
be leaving soon. The night is too short.”

Lüyang’s face flushed red. Mingxing
suddenly strode back to the bedroom, throwing her heavily onto the bed.

The dizziness from the violent collision hadn't subsided when a body brimming with masculine allure pressed down on her.
A pair of hands, hands that had killed countless people, ripped and tore at her body, shattering her clothes
and revealing her beautiful body beneath.

Every time, their lovemaking was this brutal. He seemed to have no concept of tenderness, treating her with the same methods he used
on maids and prostitutes. She remembered their wedding night,
the anxieties of a young woman on her wedding night. Before she could even whisper sweet nothings to her dream husband, he violently pushed her down, tearing her
expensive wedding dress and tossing it aside. She couldn't believe that the handsome man on top of her was the dashing
, refined Yi Hou, the celebrity known for his elegance and gentleness. His rough actions and cold eyes revealed
nothing of his former charm.

That night, she was raped. Her body, bound by fear, couldn't resist the strength of
a general . His murderous penis easily shattered the resistance of her hymen. His ruthless conquest
marched at high speed through her untouched virgin territory, leaving her newly entered path stained with blood. Finally,
he brutally ejaculated again and again inside her until he collapsed, exhausted (partly thanks to the wine his
colleagues ), still pressing her tightly beneath him, unable to move.
His penis, which had taken her virginity, remained inserted in her aching virginity all night.

For the next two years, she almost entirely submitted, forgetting her status as the earl's daughter and reducing herself to
the status of a marquis's tool for venting his desires. Although outsiders saw her as glamorous—a capable general to Her Majesty the Empress, and
the wife of a loyal marquis of the Great Jin Dynasty—only she knew in her heart that her status was lower than that of his
hunting dog. In bed, she was nothing more than a body for him to vent his lust and destructive desires.

Those two years were the years when Mingxing fought with his brothers and ascended to the position of head of the Ming family.

These two years of hellish life ended with the death of Mingxing's last brother.

He, along with his children and her, came to this small villa.

Although he remained as brutal in bed as ever, he began to become gentler in daily life
. She knew her status was slowly rising. From some of the old servants, she learned
the ins and outs of this villa. The former mistress was intelligent, capable, gentle, and kind. Not only was she her childhood
sweetheart , a playmate from childhood, but she was also a key figure in helping the Empress ascend the throne. During that
bloody upheaval, the Master had narrowly escaped death several times, and it was always the Mistress who risked her life
to save him.

After the Empress's ascension, they spent two carefree years together in this villa.
The head guard, who had served the star for over a decade, always said those were the days with the most laughter in the patriarch's life.

No scheming,

no backstabbing

, no calculated maneuvering,

no cunning tactics.

Had he brought her here to say goodbye to the past?

The star quickly ripped off Green Willow's dress and impatiently began to knead her breasts. Ignoring his
actions, she patiently helped him unbuckle his belt, releasing his erect penis. Then she closed her eyes, spread her legs, and
waited for the feeling of being forcibly penetrated.

Sure enough, it entered. Her throat felt as if something had pushed it, as if blood
was rushing her head. After thrusting rapidly inside her for a while, the star slowly stopped.
She opened her eyes and looked at him: "What's wrong?" He was looking at her too:

"Am I being rude?"

"No." She closed her eyes again. If one has never experienced gentleness, then
rudeness .

He began to move slowly inside her again, but gently and softly, his fingers
tenderly teasing her sensitive spots. Finally, she couldn't resist and let out a soft moan:
"Ah...so good...your movements are so gentle..."

"I never wanted to be gentle with you before," he said as he continued, "I always felt
guilty towards Yue'er."

"I know, my husband, I've always felt guilty towards you!"

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