My elder brother became my husband - 41 past events

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When Yan Luan woke up, she was sleeping on the soft, large bed in the palace. Her whole body ached. She only vaguely remembered being forcefully pinned in the pool by Yan Jing, his huge dragon fiercely entering and exiting her lower body. After he ejaculated several times, she finally succumbed and fainted.
Her soft pleas and moans mingled with his heavy breathing, and even now, the memory still makes him blush with embarrassment…
"Would the Princess like to have a meal?"
She slept a little longer than usual, and it was almost evening. She glanced sideways at the maid who was asking with her head down, and asked softly, "Where is the young master?"
"Your Highness, the Crown Prince has already returned to Ye City. He said there are urgent matters at court and that Your Highness should have meals at regular times."
"Back in the city?" Yan Luan looked dejected for a moment, then waved her hand listlessly: "Tell the kitchen to send some chicken porridge."
...
For several days in a row, Yan Jing and Yan Tao were nowhere to be seen. Instead, Jiang Fuyuan sent a messenger from the Jiang family from the secondary capital with many small gifts and several letters. She described how beautiful the scenery was and boasted about the progress of her relationship with Emperor Qi Ling.
It was clear from her words that Jiang Fuyuan had fallen deeply in love. Yan Luan sighed, hoping that they could have a happy ending.
When Yan Tao returned to the imperial estate, he happened to find Yan Luan learning embroidery from a female master at the embroidery workshop. A cool couch was placed under a flourishing cherry blossom tree. Amidst the falling petals, the beautiful young woman on the couch, dressed in a snow-white cloud-like gauze dress, was graceful and charming. She was completely focused on embroidering the needle slowly, making it almost impossible to make a sound and disturb the tranquility.
He felt a strange sense of familiarity with this scene.
"Princess, please change to the scarlet embroidery thread; the needle needs to be changed here..."
Stepping over lightly, Yan Tao stood behind Yan Luan. His cold gaze stopped everyone from bowing, so much so that Yan Luan, who was focused on changing lines, didn't even notice him.
"Ah Luan's embroidery of the begonia flower is quite good."
Yan Luan, who was inserting the embroidery needle into the silk fabric, was startled and almost knocked over the embroidery table. She turned around and glared at Yan Tao unhappily, saying coquettishly, "If you speak any louder, you'll scare me to death."
Yan Tao awkwardly touched his nose. He had indeed meant to tease her, but he hadn't expected to actually scare his precious daughter. He quickly sat down next to Yan Luan and stretched out his long arm to pull her into his embrace.
"Why did you suddenly start learning these things?"
The servants, being quite sensible, quickly led the female master away from the courtyard with their heads bowed.
"Just killing some time since I have nothing to do." Unable to push away his strong embrace, Yan Luan could only nestle quietly in his warm arms.
Yan Tao's cold expression softened considerably. He took the opportunity to kiss Yan Luan's peach-like cheek and stroked her nearly finished begonia embroidery with his fingers. Although it wasn't extremely delicate, it was still quite presentable.
"Why don't you make it into a purse? I've been needing one lately."
Yan Luan was slightly taken aback. She had only learned this out of boredom and hadn't thought about what she would make after finishing the embroidery. The tea-colored silk seemed suitable. She shrank back, avoiding Yan Tao's messy kisses, and said, "Don't bite my ear, it's so itchy. You can have it if you want, but I don't know how to make knots."
A purse adorned with a jade pendant is a style favored by the nobility at the time, but unfortunately Yan Luan hasn't had a chance to learn it yet.
"I can."
Unexpectedly, Yan Tao said something like that. Yan Luan nestled in his arms, looking at him hesitantly with distrust on her face. Her beautiful eyes, as clear as water, were filled with a cold light, which made Yan Tao press her down and kiss her passionately until her pink lips were wet and glistening, covered with his own taste, before he released Yan Luan, who was almost suffocating.
"When I was a child in the tribe, there was a woman from Jiangnan who was originally a master in Xiulou. She had a husband and daughter, but she was unlucky and was captured by the rebels in the northern frontier because of her beauty. I secretly brought her goat milk every day and saw her making knots. She said that she could exchange them for food at the shops in Tucheng. Over time, I learned how to do it."
Needless to say, that woman's life must have been miserable. This was the first time Yan Luan had heard Yan Tao mention life beyond the Great Wall. Her cool profile looked somewhat lonely, and the arm around her waist tightened slightly for no apparent reason.
"And then? What happened to her?" She was inexplicably curious about the poor woman.
"He died. I was eleven years old that year. The Northern Qi sent troops to attack the Mohar royal camp. The barbarians were no match for them. I don't know who came up with the idea, but they captured all the Qi people from the ten tribes and prepared to send them to the battlefield as shields. At that time, I learned martial arts from the warriors of the tribe, but I was too young."
He paused slightly, then Yan Luan hurriedly asked, "And then? What happened?"
"Many of the Qi people in the tribe were forcibly taken away. When they heard that the barbarians were going to capture people, they banded together to prepare to escape. My wet nurse took me and followed those people. When we reached the grassland outside Moxi City, we were about to enter the territory of Northern Qi when we encountered a barbarian cavalry. In the chaos, the woman was hacked to death by the barbarians while trying to save me."
Because of the woman's rescue, he survived and fled to Northern Qi with his wet nurse. After a year of wandering, he finally returned to Ye City and knocked on the door of the Marquis of Huaiyin's residence...
Looking at his indifferent expression, Yan Luan guessed he was remembering that pitiful woman again, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why didn't your wet nurse bring you back in your younger days?"
How could the second son of the dignified Marquis of Huaiyin be allowed to wander among barbarians for twelve years? Unfortunately, the wet nurse died of a serious illness after returning Yan Jing, and Princess Yongkang forbade any further discussion of these matters.
Yan Tao stroked the girl's dark hair in his palm and said in a cool voice, "Back then, in the chaos of war, after we were separated, my wet nurse carried me into the midst of the chaos. She injured her head and forgot everything. She was taken back to the tribe by the barbarians and given to a shepherd as his wife. It wasn't until we escaped back to Northern Qi that she remembered everything by chance."
"I see……"
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore."
These past few days, Yan Tao has been subjected to what Yan Jing calls "training," being thrown into the military camp and beaten for almost half a month, earning him the reputation of a little tyrant. It was only today that he finally had some free time and rode back to the manor to see Yan Luan.
After having his maid select jade beads and ice silk threads, Yan Jing sat down next to Yan Luan and began to carefully weave knots, which Yan Luan found quite fascinating.
This cold-faced little pervert can do such delicate work, isn't that fun?
"If Ah Luan keeps looking at me, don't say I'm going to resort to beastly tricks again."
Having refrained from intimacy with Yan Luan for almost half a month, this virile man was already itching to get intimate. If it weren't for the fact that the scenery and sunshine were perfect for nurturing their relationship, he would have wanted to grab her, pin her down, and fuck her until she cried.
Yan Luan knew him well, so she quickly turned her attention to the embroidery table and moved further away from him, afraid that he might pounce on her like a hungry wolf.
Unlike the coarse thread in the woman's hand in his memory, what he held in his hand was a piece of ice silk thread worth a hundred gold coins per zhang. He especially remembered that the woman had sighed about the beauty of Jiangnan and talked about the precious things in the world.
Yan Tao's mind was still filled with memories of himself from that year, how he had confidently promised to bring her the most expensive silk thread so she could tie the most beautiful pendant, and how she had always just smiled serenely and said she would wait...
His gaze unconsciously fell on Yan Luan again. The pampered young woman possessed a beauty that no one could match. When she wept, she was as pitiful as a pear blossom in the rain; when she smiled, she was charming and captivating.
Her every smile, every frown, every coquettish resentment had long occupied his heart, which had been empty and blind for years.
And now, she sits beside him, obedient yet with a hint of mischievous wariness. With just a gentle pull, she could never escape his embrace.

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