[Free and Easy] [The End]

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Prologue

I never knew why, in this world, only my father was more handsome and strikingly beautiful than his daughter.

I lazily gazed at my face reflected in the lifeless, clear water. Exquisitely handsome, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, a straight nose, and lips that, though excessively red, were thin and alluring. These delicate features combined to create a face that, while lifeless, was still excessively beautiful.

The skin on the back of my hand, supporting my chin, was incredibly smooth and soft. The skin I could see was excessively white and translucent, and coupled with my slender and petite frame, I didn't look like a boy at all.

This made me very depressed.

I wanted to be a man, so much so.

I wanted to be like my father, tall and strong, with a man's bronze complexion, and a face that was resolute, handsome, and possessed a deep masculine charm.

Why wasn't I a man? Not only do I lack my father's imposing presence, but even my appearance and physique are far inferior to his. Is it because the rumors say I resemble my deceased mother more, thus inheriting less of my father's stature and masculinity? Everyone who's seen me says I'm stunningly beautiful, which makes me want to punch them.

Listen to that! They're using descriptions of women on me! How can I prove my manhood? Sigh, so frustrating.

"Yao'er." A deep, resonant male voice came coldly.

I sighed, lazily shifting my gaze to the pavilion, meeting the handsome, mature man who stepped onto it.

He was truly outstanding. His strong, tall body was upright and powerful, his handsome face adorned with sharp eyebrows and a prominent nose, his thin lips resolute. His dark, deep eyes were as sharp as a tiger's, radiating an unparalleled arrogance and domineering presence, his aura of cold indifference incredibly powerful.

Anyone who saw him for the first time would involuntarily feel their legs go weak, experiencing an irresistible fear and submission from the bottom of their heart.

I sighed again, lowered my eyes, and said softly, feeling dejected, "Father." Yes, this outstanding man, whose aura was almost godlike, was my own father, the one I couldn't even compare to at 18.

"What's wrong?" His cold, handsome face showed no emotion. He didn't approach, but stood with his hands behind his back at the pavilion entrance, radiating coldness and rejection.

I'd been huddled in this pavilion on the elevated bridge spanning the lake for days, so that's probably why my father, whom I rarely saw, had appeared. I slowly turned my gaze to the outside of the pavilion, feeling extremely depressed. "Father, I want to leave the valley."

Chuyun Valley was where I was born and raised. The outside and inside of the valley were deliberately separated by layers of Bagua Xuanji formations. Unless it was a specific person, no one else could leave, let alone easily enter. According to the descriptions in the books, Chuyun Valley was like the paradise people talked about, but even I got tired of staying here for 18 years.

He remained silent, the cold aura surrounding him growing increasingly oppressive. I knew my request would displease him, but I was frustrated. Anyone who knew me knew that when I was frustrated, I would make everyone around me share my frustration. So whenever I was in a bad mood, everyone would scatter, not even their shadows would come within thirty feet of me.

"Father, I want to leave the valley," I said slowly, not minding much. He was the valley master; leaving the valley required a token granted by him. Even I, the sole heir cherished by everyone, had no right to leave without permission. Receiving no reply for a long time, the oppressive atmosphere in the pavilion grew heavier. I sighed, leaning my head against the cold pillar, my eyes, which had been staring out of the pavilion, slowly closed. Hmm, I was a little sleepy.

Suddenly, a deep, resonant male voice, like fine wine, broke the silence, "Go." A small token flew into my arms, the chilling aura quickly receding. I slightly lifted my eyes, peering through a slit at the gray sky. Why am I still so depressed even though I've achieved my goal?

Chapter 1

Yuchi Xiaoyao is my name, Young Master of Chuyun Valley is my identity, Liuli Busuanzi is the code name given to me by people in the martial arts world, Yao'er is the nickname my father calls me, Xiaoyao Gongzi is the respectful title given to me by outsiders, and Xiaoyao is the name my friends call me. In less than half a month since leaving the valley, I've already acquired a whole bunch of derivative names. But it's alright; if anyone dares to call me "Miss," I'll kick them in the face.

I knew of Chuyun Valley in the martial arts world. It wasn't as isolated as I'd imagined; it was actually quite interconnected. The flowers and herbs growing there were rare and precious medicinal plants, and my father, the legendary master of Chuyun Valley—respectfully called the Holy Lord of Chuyun—possessed unparalleled medical skills that everyone envied. It was said he could bring the dead back to life and the living back to life; his reputation was widespread.

Every year, countless people sought medical help at Chuyun Valley, but none could find their way in. More people died trapped in the Bagua Xuanji Formation than from the virus… Yet, the few who were casually healed by my father raved about the master's power, attracting even more people and causing even more deaths…

In my eyes, my father's ability to harm far outweighed his healing abilities.

But regardless, he remained the most powerful and remarkable man in my eyes, the type I most wanted to become, my ultimate life goal.

In Chuyun Valley, the family line is passed down through generations with only one son; both sons and daughters inherit the surname Yuchi.

I think my father actually wanted a son, which is why he ignored me from a young age. Rumors say my father had no interest in my mother whatsoever; she was an unmarried woman who became pregnant before marriage, and she died in childbirth, leaving me as an only child—a purely fictitious offspring to him.

He didn't want to see me at all; even living in the same palace, it was common for him to disappear for ten days or more. Therefore, I was very loved; everyone doted on me except my father. But strangely, I didn't want anyone but him. Is this the curse of blood ties? Why do I still stubbornly cling to someone who treats me coldly? Whether out of spite or revenge, I don't know when it started, but my emotions have become increasingly detached. I no longer cry for my father like I did before I was six; instead, I'm more easygoing, taking what I get and letting go of what I don't have. It turns out my dad actually quite likes this about me. Since I developed this personality trait, he's become even more elusive, disappearing for a full year at a time, only showing up again on New Year's Day to give out red envelopes. I think having a dad like this isn't my fault. Having a daughter who isn't a son isn't my fault either.

But… I'm still frustrated. Why am I a girl? If I were a son, would Dad give me a second glance? When everyone praises me as a genius, would he pat my head and compliment my intelligence?

Sigh, even if I'm destined to be a girl, if I looked like a boy, would Dad be less concerned about the fact and pretend I'm the son he wanted? But—a woman who doesn't look like a man at all can never be a man, let alone a man like Dad—a man of such stoicism, coldness, and arrogance?

I lay lazily on the thick, soft blanket under the tree, sighing dejectedly. This problem had plagued me for 18 years, haunting me from the inside of the valley to the outside, yet it remained unresolved, only deepening my gloom. Several figures whizzed across the murky blue sky, but they certainly weren't Xiaolong, Xiaohu, Xiaoque, or Xiaowu who had come with me out of the valley. Because of my frustration, the four of them had vanished two hours earlier, their whereabouts unknown. My eyes half-closed, I remained motionless, letting the figures fly by, gather, and disperse, quickly giving me a quiet space. Then, just as I was drifting off to sleep, a person covered in blood crashed down from the dense bushes above, landing right next to my blanket. A drop of hot, crimson blood splattered onto my face. Slowly raising my hand to wipe away the sudden liquid with my sleeve, I opened my eyes and met the wide-open eyes on that bloodied face. I stared at him for a long, long time before reluctantly pursing my lips. "Are you dead?" There are very few people in the world who can make me speak up.

The man opened his mouth, his hoarse voice struggling to utter, "Weren't you planning to just let me die?" I blinked blankly at him. "How can I save someone who's dead?" Although my father could bring the dead back to life, I couldn't. Learning unorthodox methods is too much work, and I'm terrified of ghosts, so I absolutely refuse to get involved in that kind of knowledge.

"Then what are you waiting for?" He was so badly injured that he could barely breathe, yet he could still chatter away with me.

I closed my eyes drowsily before slowly saying, "I'm waiting for you to beg me to save you." It turns out I was the one who asked first. How annoying, am I too kind? He coughed up blood, his flushed face contorted, and he immediately cried out, "Help! Please save me!" Why did it sound so insincere to me, almost mocking? I glanced at the sky in confusion, then reluctantly reached into my purse and took a small white pill, about the size of my thumb, into his mouth. "Here, this will keep you alive for a day. After someone cleans you up, I'll check where you're hurt." I wiped my fingers on my clothes and continued to lie on my blanket, sulking. He swallowed, probably having swallowed the pill, and his breathing became easier and less strained when he spoke. "Is there a river nearby? I can go wash myself, and please take a look at my injury." She glanced at him lazily. "Are you afraid of dying? It's okay to wait patiently for a day. If no one comes, I'll give you another pill, won't I?"

He was silent, then coughed and laughed. "I'm Han Tianping, how about we become friends?"

He closed his eyes, covered his mouth, and yawned. "I don't know you." I left the valley to clear my head and also to deliver a letter to Phoenix Pavilion in the Northern Region. I have no mood or time to make friends.

He laughed again, spitting out blood, and said, "I am the Lord of the Underworld in the martial world. Be my friend, and you can know anything about the martial world."

He slightly lifted a slit in his arm to look at him. "Why should I believe you? A dying man can say anything. Don't think that just because someone is alive, they're being kind, you can trust them. Anyway, once you're dead, who will know if the person you trust is a liar or something?" He chuckled, "Didn't you say you were going to save me? I won't die." His arrogant tone made me look at him again, and I started to think, when did I say I was going to save him? "Hey, I only said I was going to check your injuries, I didn't say I absolutely had to save you." He was even more decisive: "Please, you absolutely have to save me." I don't know if it was just my imagination, but there was clearly a smile in his eyes. I frowned. "Don't laugh at me."

His gaze softened. "I'm not laughing at you, I just really like your personality."

Is that so? She glanced at him suspiciously and sighed softly, "If only my personality were more likable." Otherwise, her father, who should love her the most in the world, wouldn't never approach her. It's not my fault I'm not male, nor is it my fault I didn't inherit his wisdom and martial prowess. Why does he ignore me? The rare occasion when he's with me is completely different from when he's with everyone else—cold and indifferent.

"Who broke your heart?" he asked softly.

"Yes, my father. Can you beat him up for me?" she answered generously.

His face twisted slightly. "You had a fight with your father and ran away from home?"

Considering how she'd always interacted with her father, she thought, "I think it's probably my father who had a fight with me, then happily sent me out the door, and was very happy that he wouldn't see me for a while." Chuyun Valley was in the Southern Region, and Phoenix Pavilion was in the far north; the round trip would take at least half a year. Her father's intentions were so obvious that there was no need to guess.

He fell silent again, perhaps unconscious.

She closed her eyes in frustration, deciding not to pay him any more attention.

An hour later, the four escaped Dragon, Tiger, and Sparrow warriors returned. Upon seeing the bloodied figure beside me, they were stunned. Only after consulting me did they move the man away to clean him and bring him back for me to examine his wounds.

He was severely injured, not only poisoned but also his entire body riddled with cuts and bruises from swords and knives. But that didn't faze me.

I spent several days mending all his wounds. Xiao Long and the others took care of his internal injuries, while I, rather dejectedly, continued to lie under the large tree in the wilderness where we were temporarily staying, basking in the sun every day. Several more days passed, and the man named Han Tianping was finally able to get up on his own. Lifting my eyelids to look at the tall, handsome young man before me, who looked only a few years older than me, I felt a pang of envy. If I could grow up to look like him, my father surely wouldn't ignore me, would he? He crouched before the blanket, his face, gradually regaining its vitality, handsome and masculine. His eyes were fixed on me, and he smiled. "What's your name?" "Xiaoyao, my name is Xiaoyao." I lowered my eyes dejectedly, not wanting to look at his dazzling, dashing figure. He chuckled. "Good, Xiaoyao, from now on, all the demons and ghosts of the Underworld will obey your orders."

I shivered. "No." A clear refusal. I was still alive; I didn't want any connection with those dead souls.

He looked at me without surprise, then smiled again. "Then please let me follow you to your destination. You saved me; I must repay you." Looking at his undeniably masculine face, my mood grew even more depressed. "Whatever." I lazily drooped my head. Perhaps spending too much time with a man like him would taint me with his imposing presence, making me less feminine? I wonder if it's because Han Tianping has so many enemies; with him around, the journey has become much more lively. Day and night, countless people come to their deaths. He said one of his men betrayed him, bribing various assassins to kill him. He was poisoned last time when he wasn't on guard, and this time, after delivering me to the destination, he'll go back and settle scores.

I don't care what happens; anyway, whatever Han Tianping does... Whether it's the Dragon, Tiger, Sparrow, or Martial Arts, none of the people who come to my door can disturb me through their methods. No matter how noisy the world is, I remain in a state of both tranquility and melancholy, repeatedly pondering, only to become more melancholic.

Deep in the night, I wake up because someone is approaching. Lying lazily on the bed, without even opening my eyes, I know that almost no one can get past the Dragon, Tiger, Sparrow, or Martial Arts guards outside, so the person must be one of them. Probably checking if I've kicked off the covers? My muddled mind remains blank; I lie motionless on the bed waiting for the person to leave. It gave me back the peace of sleep. The person came to the bedside and stood quietly in the darkness for a long time. The faint scent of special herbs unique to Chuyun Valley wafted to my nose; it smelled wonderful. I hadn't smelled it many times, but my subconscious had forced me to remember it, simply because it was the scent of my cold-hearted father.

My mood immediately soured, and I frowned.

Suddenly, a warm, rough hand covered my eyes, and before I could even think about what was happening, something soft and warm pressed against my lips. I opened my eyes in surprise, but couldn't see... Everything except the sensation of my eyelashes brushing against the hand that obscured my vision. Hot breath sprayed onto my cheek, the pressure on my lips intensified, and it began to caress, as if knowing I was awake. Something wet and slippery parted my lips and entered my mouth. What was this person doing? Passively, I slightly opened my mouth, letting that soft yet firm wet thing move around inside for a while before belatedly realizing it was a tongue, a very flexible tongue. The one pressed so tightly against my lips must be someone else's, and the action being performed could be described as a kiss.

Why should I accept a kiss from someone I can't see? I just raised my hand when both wrists were grabbed by the same large hand and pressed against my head. Our lips and tongues continued their passionate embrace, and the saliva, which wasn't mine, tasted slightly sweet… The restraint was finally released. As I gasped for breath, I heard a hoarse, deep, resonant murmur: "Yao'er…" Was it Father?!

I opened my eyes abruptly; the room was empty.

Startled and surprised, I touched my numb, swollen lips. My tongue still ached slightly from the kiss, and my mouth tasted strange. I wasn't dreaming. Even if I hadn't heard that deep call many times, I knew only Father would call me that…

But Father was in Chuyun Valley. How could he be in my room kissing me?

The Father who wouldn't even look at me?

I closed my eyes again, puzzled. Since leaving the valley, I'd become a much lighter sleeper. In the valley, I could sleep through the night without waking, but now, even the slightest sound would wake me instantly. This difference led me to discover someone had come in and kissed me after I fell asleep?

Could it be Father?

My heart pounded wildly. It really was Father…

A subtle thrill of joy washed over me. If it really was Father, did it mean he didn't actually dislike me? Did he still see me as his son? Regardless of why he might have such affection for his son, the thought that he might not dislike me filled me with a quiet joy.

I sat up abruptly, and despite it being late at night, hastily threw on my coat and shoes and left the inner room.

Xiao Long and Xiao Que were sleeping in the outer room, while Xiao Hu and Xiao Wu guarded the gate. Seeing me rush out, they exchanged surprised glances. "Young Master?"

"Is my father here?" They looked around anxiously. The small, temporarily rented courtyard had only two rooms clearly visible. Han Tianping had chosen the woodshed as his bedroom without any apparent hardship. The surroundings were pitch black, and there was no one else in sight.

Xiao Long and Xiao Que, their clothes disheveled, chased after me, even more surprised than I was. "Master is here?"

Xiao Hu and Xiao Wu shook their heads, looking around in bewilderment. "No, no one has come near."

I frowned. "Not even an assassin?" How could that be? With Han Tianping's entourage, assassins could appear at any moment, especially at night when they would gather.

Xiao Hu and Xiao Wu shook their heads. "No, it's very quiet tonight. Not a single assassin has come."

"Then Father must have come." The absence of assassins must be because of Father. I pushed them aside, opened the gate, and ran far outside, but all I saw was vast darkness, devoid of any sign of human life.

"Young Master?" Four Dragon-Tiger-Sparrow Warriors, around my age, followed behind me, each more bewildered than the last. My

rare moment of joy plummeted. Was I dreaming? A ridiculous dream born from my desperate longing for my father's attention? A bitter ache welled up inside me. I silently lowered my eyes and laughed mockingly. So my self-cultivation wasn't enough? I was still plagued by anxiety, still yearning for what I knew I would never possess, and had even learned to deceive myself.

I touched my lips; the heat had subsided, leaving only a cold, icy coolness.

"Young Master?" The Dragon-Tiger-Sparrow Warriors surrounded me with concern.

"It's nothing." I smiled faintly, lowered my gaze, turned, and walked into the courtyard. I entered my room, closing the door behind me. Hot tears, no longer able to be contained, stung my eyes and slid down my cheeks.

I covered my face with my hands, laughing at myself for being an idiot.

The Tang Dynasty was a golden age, a time of peace and prosperity, where officials and the people lived a life of abundance. Yet, in the martial world, bloodshed still reigned supreme, at least around me.

Bored, I watched Han Tianping kick a freshly severed head aside, then yawned, resting my chin on my hand. "Let's not go to Phoenix Pavilion, let's go see your Yama's Palace first." The thick stench of blood filled the air. I didn't mind taking lives lightly, but if the authorities caught me and I ended up in jail, it wasn't worth it.

Han Tianping shook the blood off his sword and sheathed it

. Hearing my words, he turned around in surprise. "Xiaoyao, didn't you hate my Yama's Palace?" "What I hate is your uncreative naming conventions." What kind of ghostly, demonic name is that? It sounds terrifying.

"Alright, let's go then." He readily agreed.

Dragon, Tiger, Sparrow, and Martial Arts were filled with excitement. It was their first time leaving the valley, and they were interested in everything. Even killing was done with glee, using the various methods they had learned, then gathering together to compare the differences between their actions and their imagined scenarios during martial arts practice.

The carriage moved slowly. I lay back on the soft cushions, feeling depressed and melancholic.

Since the strange dream I had a few days ago, I had found it difficult to fall asleep. Beautiful dreams were gone, replaced by an increasingly gloomy and depressed state of mind. I lazily closed my eyes and began to let my mind wander. If I were lucky enough to die outside the valley this time, would my father be happy?

Would he immediately remarry and have another child, and then, by sheer luck, have a son, living a happy life forever, forgetting the stain of my past—and never thinking of it again?

I slowly frowned, raising my hand to touch my chest, which was wrapped in strips of cloth. I could still feel the slight curves. I sighed and shifted my gaze to my legs. Even if I cut off my breasts, the natural gifts that heaven had given men wouldn't grow there, would they?

I scoffed at my own absurd thoughts, too lazy to heed the sudden, violent jolt of the carriage and the familiar sounds of fighting rising again outside. I let my thoughts wander, feeling like a laughable ghost.

The immense force that yanked me out of the carriage brought me back to my senses.

Han Tianping roared, "The carriage's about to overturn! What are you spacing out for?" Before he could finish, Long Hu Que Wu kicked him aside, and the four of them firmly protected me.

I stared blankly up at the sky and clouds, which were forever gloomy and lifeless in my eyes. The splattering blood and brutal fighting around me couldn't register with my eyes or startle my soul. Even though I tried my best to feel the azure of the sky, it couldn't move me. Everything was gray and dead.

Suddenly, black veils shot in from four directions, pushing me into the air, and then a strong, powerful arm locked my waist tightly.

A faint, unfamiliar scent of herbs, yet etched deep within my memory, wafted to my nose, instantly snapping my scattered thoughts back to reality. I opened my eyes in shock, looking up at the man who had embraced me: "Father..." This was the first time he had touched me, the first time he had been so close. How could he be here? How could he be holding me? How could he...?

His strong body was tense, radiating a strong sense of resistance. He didn't even glance at me, leaping to the side and immediately throwing me aside. He stood three feet away, his hands behind his back, his handsome, aloof face displaying coldness and sternness.

I steadied myself and landed gracefully, my long eyelashes drooping, my chest tight. I glanced at the tall, handsome man who seemed to ignore me, then looked away, seeing the spot where I had been standing, riddled with dozens of arrows, resembling a mountain where silkworms spin cocoons.

So... only in life-or-death situations would Father be forced to approach me to save my single bloodline?

After dozens of corpses lay on the ground, Longhu Quewu respectfully bowed to his father, saying, "Master."

The four tall, muscular figures behind his father bowed to me, saying, "Young Master."

I slowly raised an eyebrow, and through my lowered eyes, I saw Longhu Quewu and the others, who were closest to me, timidly retreating. My heart was filled with utter frustration.

The only remaining survivor standing was Han Tianping, who walked over, curiously observing our situation. He smiled broadly, cupped his hands in a fist salute

, and said, "I am Han Tianping, thank you for saving me." Even without looking, I could feel the cold indifference emanating from my father's side; I didn't expect to hear him speak to me in front of outsiders. I closed my eyes briefly. "Father, I'm leaving now." I slowly walked alone into the pile of corpses, then stopped.

"Young Master!" Long Hu Que Wu, worried and frightened, called out simultaneously.

I was frustrated, looking down at a hand reaching out from the pile of corpses, grabbing the hem of my robe. Even the dead would stop me; why wouldn't my heartless father even call out to me?

Han Tianping strode over, swiftly severing the hand with his sword. He also looked down at the hem of my robe. "Oops, it's dirty." He pointed to the bloodstains on the snow-white fabric.

I looked up at him; he was a head taller than me, strong and powerful, exuding masculinity—a true man. Slowly turning my head, I looked at my indifferent father on the other end, ignoring his gaze fixed on the distance, and smiled: "Father, would you like a son-in-law?" Even a son-in-law is like half a son; wouldn't that make him a little happier?

He immediately emanated a violent, cold aura, completely ignoring me, and flew away.

Following him were the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise, all dressed in black.

Suddenly, only the dumbfounded Dragon, Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, and I remained in the world, along with Han Tianping beside me, looking utterly bewildered.

"You have sisters who are getting married?" Han Tianping asked, amused.

I glanced at him, weakly grinning, "Not anymore." It seemed Father wasn't interested in this idea at all; he probably still wanted a real son.

The Dragon, Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise trudged over, wailing, "Heavens, Young Master, you scared me to death!"

Did I? I glanced at them with a frustrated expression, sighed, and closed my eyes. My father's cold face flashed through my mind, making me even more depressed.

I walked slowly towards the Underworld, while my title as the "Glassy Diviner" spread rapidly throughout the land. This was all because, occasionally, in moments of extreme frustration, I would practice face reading on passersby by the carriage, attracting a large following of fortune tellers and making my reputation spread incredibly smoothly.

Heaven knows, my true profession should be medicine…

So, when Han Tianping stormed the Underworld to eliminate the traitor, I was trapped in the carriage, revealing everyone's secrets to the surging crowd, hoping to cause my untimely death and give my father a second child.

I don't know how many people I'll have to tell their life's twists and turns before I can finally depart for the Western Paradise and leave this world that fills me with such depression.

I know I'm beginning to tire of this world.

I thought that my father's indifference in Chuyun Valley would improve when I suggested leaving, but he agreed without even a hint of reaction, and conveniently sent me to a faraway place, not to return for six months.

Then, when my life was in danger, he suddenly appeared out of necessity, saving my life, and then discarded me as if I were poisoned.

Actually, should I thank him for saving me, considering I'm one of his disciples? At least he didn't just stand by and send his men to rescue me, but reluctantly took action himself. But

why do I feel more and more depressed the more I think about it? My mood is sinking day by day, and everything seems boring and disgusting. Before, although the world seemed gray to me, at least I could still distinguish colors; now everything is just black, white, and gray, lifeless.

Having successfully eliminated the traitors and reclaimed the Underworld, Han Tianping continued his journey north with us as promised. Hearing the title given to me in the martial arts world, he laughed in astonishment, then asked seriously, "You must have studied medicine, right?"

I lazily tilted my head to look at his dark gray face. "Yes."

He raised his thick eyebrows. "What's wrong with you? Why aren't you talking? Are you sick?"

I shook my head, lowered my long eyelashes, and slowly fiddled with the food on my plate. An hour earlier, Long Hu Que Wu and the others had entrusted Han Tianping to look after me before disappearing without a trace, leaving us bored and having lunch in the inn.

He suddenly reached out and forcefully lifted my chin. "Xiaoyao, listen to me. Your father ignoring you is his problem, it has nothing to do with you. You have to walk your own path in life."

I looked quietly into his eyes and slowly curved my lips into a smile. "How strong is your Yama's Palace?"

He was puzzled, but still answered, "Very strong, the strongest assassin organization in the martial world."

I pushed his hand away and held my chin. "Do you know Chuyun Valley?"

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Yes, the place where the most potent poisons and the most precious herbs grow, the territory of the Chuyun Saint Lord. Nobody knows where it is."

I blinked gently and smiled. "I'll give you the location and the way to enter the valley. You help me destroy it."

He frowned tightly, stared at me for a while, and then said, "Don't tell me anything. I'll spread misleading rumors and send others to their deaths."

"You're very smart." Playing with the chopsticks in my hand, the smile on my lips faded, and I lazily lowered my eyes. "If only I were you." I sighed softly, lowering my head and resting it against the crook of my elbow. "If only I were you." If only I were a son…

On the way to Phoenix Pavilion, Han Tianping kept trying to make me talk, but he always failed, leaving a visibly frustrated look on his face. Long Hu Que Wu finally couldn't stand it anymore and secretly told him that this was always my personality—the more you tried to persuade me, the angrier I became, and in the end, when I was in a bad mood, it made everyone else feel down too.

When Han Tianping came up to me directly and asked if that was true, I nodded. "Didn't you see them always finding excuses to stay away from me?" They even heartlessly framed outsiders to keep me company.

Han Tianping rolled his eyes and patted my shoulder. "You saved my life. I won't let you be so down. At least act like a normal person, right? Don't waste such a pretty face."

I subconsciously touched my soft face. I looked up at his very masculine features and felt envious. "I don't look like a man at all, do I?"

He laughed. "I've never seen a man as good-looking as you." I was

a little annoyed and a little surprised. "My dad is better looking than me."

He scratched his chin, trying to remember. "Your dad? Actually, I think he looks more like your older brother." He laughed brightly. "He can be said to be a very handsome man, but he's not the same type as you at all. You don't have that overwhelming aura."

I knew, I was depressed. I looked at the gray sky, tugged at the corners of my mouth, and recalled a long, long time ago when I secretly overheard my father talking to other people. He said, "Why am I not a son?"

That's when I understood why I could never see my father no matter how much I cried and begged when I was a child.

The mistake wasn't with me or my father; the mistake lay solely in my gender—I am a woman.

One late night, I asked Han Tianping to secretly take me back to the Underworld, deliberately sealing off all contact with me, letting everyone believe I had vanished.

Han Tianping moved the Underworld to the mountains along the Yangtze River. I taught them to use my newly mastered Five Elements Formation, completely concealing the entire Underworld. Because the formation's movement and arrangement were so novel, problems kept arising; some couldn't enter, while others couldn't get out. It took a long time to reset it before it stabilized.

During this time, I lived in the most secluded part of the Underworld, in the Xiaoyao Pavilion atop the mountain.

Han Tianping, having nothing better to do, would often come to me, telling me any rumors circulating in the martial world about Chuyun Valley. But every time, his words were the same: "If it's not too secretive, then our Underworld's intelligence network is incompetent. Chuyun Valley remains mysteriously silent."

I huddled in the railing facing the cliff, gazing at the gray sea of clouds outside. "Perhaps my father has remarried and has a new heir?" I thought Han Tianping could probably guess my identity, so I spoke incoherently.

He understood. "That's good. You're free."

My heart ached faintly; the taste of freedom was so painful. I leaned against the pillar, tilting my head. "If I hadn't saved you back then, would you still have taken such good care of me?"

He was silent for a moment. "Yes, you made me feel very sorry for you."

"Will you marry me?" I turned my face, watching his face gradually blur in my vision.

He seemed to be frowning. "Xiaoyao, if you don't tell me your identity, I won't guess. If you don't tell me your gender, then I don't care. Whether you're male or female, you're my friend. I cherish you as a person, not your gender."

He seemed to know the reason for my persistent depression. I raised my hand, the lines of my fingers indistinct, and smiled slightly. "Han Tianping, I'm so lucky to know you." Who else in the world could say such things to me?

His face, just a step away from mine, suddenly drew closer. "Since you understand all this, why are you still so unhappy? Xiaoyao, I've never seen you smile genuinely. Three years, never."

I was momentarily stunned. I'd known him for three years? A sharp pain suddenly made it hard to breathe. In those three years, he told me that Yun Gu had never made a sound. In those three years, I really had let Father completely forget me?

Hot tears fell, and I smiled blankly, grabbing Han Tianping's arm. "Kill me, Han Tianping." What was I still hoping for? Three years have passed in a daze. Can I forget the passage of time? Can others also remain indifferent and let three years pass by like this?

He was horrified. "Are you crazy?"

He clutched his chest, feeling so much pain. After the depression came weariness, after weariness came numbness, and after numbness, only despair remained. "Han Tianping, I think I really am crazy." Crazy enough to clearly feel my heart tearing apart, to feel the blood surging wildly in my veins.

"Xiaoyao, Xiaoyao? Don't scare me. Your medical skills are so good, don't let yourself go mad. No one is worth it. Living is the most important thing!" He gripped my shoulders, shouting anxiously.

I thought that abandoning everything would make things much easier, but why is it so excruciating? Blinking away my tears, I shook my head with a smile, "I'm fine, I was just spacing out." I gently nudged him, signaling him to let go, "You're right, living is the most important thing."

His breathing was erratic, his voice trembling slightly, "Xiaoyao, the person who named you must be cursing you."

I chuckled and whispered to him, "The person who named me is my father."

That night, I left the underworld where I had unknowingly lived for three years, leaping from the top of a high cliff.

Pitch black, endless pitch black, cold, a chilling cold that penetrated to the bone. My smile was weak; I couldn't expect death to bring me warmth.

The only warmth I had ever been so close to seemed so luxurious, even though the other party exuded strong resistance; it was the only memory of my life.

Chapter Two

I opened my eyes to a hazy world, the air fresh, the melodious birdsong filling the air.

"You're awake!" A deep, unfamiliar, hoarse voice filled with extreme surprise, followed by a large, cold hand touching my forehead.

I frowned, calmly turning my head to the blurry figure beside the bed. I couldn't make out his features. "Who are you?" I bent my elbow, trying to sit up, but a strange weakness confused me. "What's going on, Little Sparrow?" I called out.

"Yao'er?" The person beside the bed reached out, awkwardly helping me up, his voice full of confusion.

I glanced at him lazily. "Are you new to the valley? Don't you know the rules? No one is allowed to enter and leave my Xiaoyao Residence at will. Go and fetch Little Sparrow, and I'll forgive your punishment."

The air seemed to suffocate. After a while, he straightened his tall frame and walked out the door.

Somewhat puzzled, I waited until a blurry red figure entered through the doorway before lazily saying, "Little Sparrow?" My eyesight seemed suddenly much worse than before I went to sleep, but I didn't care. Whether I lived or died didn't matter.

A clear, crisp female voice sounded strange and cautious. "Young Master, are you awake?"

she asked, her voice odd. Slightly annoyed, I closed my eyes. "Help me wash up, I'm hungry."

She hesitated for a moment, then came up to help me get up and change, then helped me wash my face and comb my long hair.

Quietly letting her serve me, I lowered my eyes and clenched my weak fists. "Am I sick?" My whole body felt weak and limp. Was sleeping in the pavilion really not a good idea?

She gave a cautious "Mmm.

" "Go and prepare a light blanket for me in the pavilion." Although I didn't like it, it was my own body after all, and I would be the one suffering if I got sick.

She gasped. "Young Master, your body can't withstand the wind."

"Is it that serious? It's just a cold, isn't it?" I said, checking my pulse, slightly surprised. "How could this be..." My internal organs were damaged, my meridians were injured, and I had suffered a severe head injury? "Did I fall from a tree while sleeping?" I thought I caught a chill while sleeping in the pavilion, and my memories became a jumbled mess.

Xiao Que's voice was hoarse, trembling with tears, "Young Master, don't you remember? When you were brought back, you were barely clinging to life. If it weren't for Master's all-out effort to save you, you probably would have..."

She turned her head away, watching Xiao Que wipe her face with her sleeve. She couldn't see Xiao Que's tears, but she could hear the sobs in Xiao Que's voice. She gave a faint smile, "Then thank you so much, Father." Her heart trembled slightly. Had it been her father, whom she rarely saw, who saved her?

"Young Master..." Xiao Que sobbed, her tone becoming cautious again, "Did you have a fight with Master?" Xiao Que

smiled in surprise, "How could I? I haven't seen Father for almost a year. If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known it was Father who saved me. How could I have a fight?" Her father, who had never paid any attention to her, had actually saved her personally. She was overjoyed.

She turned her head.

Following the direction she turned, I saw the strange man who had been sitting by my bedside standing in the doorway. "Who is he? A doctor from outside the valley?" How ridiculous! There's no one in the world better at medicine than my father. Why would he hire someone from outside the valley to treat me?

Xiao Que suddenly turned to look at me. "Young Master, you—"

The man in the doorway interrupted her. "Don't you remember me, Yao'er?" He

slowly narrowed his eyes. "Only my father can call me that. Shut up if you don't want to die." No one dared to be so rude. Who did he think he was?

Xiao Que gasped, her whole body trembling.

The man in the doorway fell silent, then slowly walked forward with his hands behind his back.

As he approached, I slowly looked up and realized he was very tall, more than a head taller than me, making it a bit difficult to crane my neck. "Didn't anyone tell you I'm the young master of Chuyun Valley?" I found it somewhat amusing. Was this man fearless or something?

He lowered his head, his features blurred, his expression unreadable. After a long pause, he asked in a low voice, "Are you Yuchi Xiaoyao?" 　　His smile was playful.

"Yes, who are you?" " 　　Did you break your head?" His voice was slightly hoarse. I scoffed. "What's it to you?" Too lazy to deal with this inexplicable person anymore, I straightened my neck and turned to Xiao Que. After a moment's hesitation, I asked, "Where's my father? He... left the valley again, didn't he?" Even when I'm sick, can't he stay a little longer? 　　"Get out!" the man in front of me suddenly roared. 　　Xiao Que fled out the door in a panic. 　　I slowly raised my head again, smiling curiously. "You actually have the right to order the people around me around?" Who gave him that right, and why would Xiao Que obey? 　　He grabbed my chin forcefully, leaning down so his breath almost hit my face. "Don't play games with me, Yao'er. Who do you think I am?" 　　I glanced down at the long, cold fingers on my chin, then looked up at his blurry face, sneering, "You're asking for death." I raised my hand and slapped him. 　　He didn't even flinch as I slapped his waist and abdomen. 　　I squinted in confusion, "My father gave you the antidote?" No one could possibly survive a single blow from me; besides my father, no one could cure the poison in my palm. 　　He fell silent, then spoke again, his deep voice tinged with panic, "You've forgotten me, you've forgotten me, haven't you? Yao'er?" 　　"I don't know you." He gave a direct answer. I pushed away his hand, which was no longer exerting force, and walked past him toward the door, only to be suddenly grabbed by the wrist and forced to turn around to face him. 　　Glancing at the large hand on my wrist, I frowned, "Your temperature is very low, are you sick?" I was about to kindly raise my hand to check his pulse when he quickly released me and took a large step back. 　　My pupils contracted, remembering how my father always quickly retreated whenever I approached, my heart ached. Not wanting to think about it anymore, I simply turned and left. This time, he didn't stop me. 　　Stepping out of the room, I saw a large crowd gathered outside. Seeing four suddenly appearing, dark figures, I blinked in surprise. "Where is my father?" The ever-black-clad Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise were my father's personal guards. If they were here, then my father must be here! 　　Unable to contain my joy, I looked around, but I couldn't find that tall figure anywhere. 　　The crowd fell silent the moment I spoke, all the blurry faces fixed on me. 　　A slight disappointment washed over me. I should have known better than to approach me. He probably just sent Azure Dragon and the others to check on me. He saved my life; I should be grateful. What more could I ask for? "Fine, I'm hungry, Little Sparrow." 　　No longer bothered with these people whose faces I couldn't make out, I slowly walked outside. "Bring the food to the pavilion." 　　Outside Xiaoyao Residence lies the vast, colorful lake, spanned by a high bridge. At the top of the bridge is an exquisite pavilion, my favorite place to be. Whenever I'm feeling down, I curl up here and let my thoughts wander. 　　The food was brought out, but the strange, tall man remained alone in the pavilion. 　　"I am... Yuchi Jiangzi's friend, someone you've met before," he said in a low voice, sitting on the stone chair furthest from me. 　　I smiled slightly, tilting my head to lean against the pillar. "Is that so?" This man lies without batting an eye. My father has always been indifferent to me; how could he possibly introduce me to his friend? I don't even know if my father has any friends. 　　An awkward atmosphere enveloped me. I lazily closed my eyes. "Don't try to get close to me. I have nothing, and my relationship with my father isn't good either. I'm just a nobody with the title of young master of Chuyun Valley." 　　His tone was stiff. "I'm sorry." 　　I squinted at the blurry world, realizing I couldn't distinguish colors, only black and white and different shades of gray. "It's alright." 　　Gao Jian's body appeared beside me at some point. He reached out, hesitated for a moment, and touched my forehead. 　　His icy body temperature made me frown and pull away. "You're cold. Don't touch me." Since he couldn't be poisoned by me, and I was too weak and powerless to kill him, I could only cowardly avoid him. 　　He clenched his fist and withdrew it, his throat tightening as he spoke, "I'm sorry." 　　Ignoring him, I lazily sat on the cushions, staring blankly out of the pavilion. Suddenly, I turned my head. "You said you're my father's friend?" 　　He sat back down, his face now facing me. "Yes." 　　Taking a deep breath, I forced a smile. "My father is in the valley?" Since his friend was here, there was no reason for him to be out, right? 　　"He is." His voice remained slow and strained. 　　My mood instantly brightened. I rested my chin on my hand and turned my head, really wanting to sneak off to my father's Crimson Palace to see him. I hadn't seen him in so long. 　　"Do you want to see your father?" he suddenly asked. 　　I didn't move, offering a mocking smile. "He won't see me." No matter how much I chased after him, he wouldn't even spare a glance. Even the peculiar medicinal scent emanating from him was something Xiao Hu told me about. My pitifully little understanding of my father came entirely from what others had told me. 　　A black bird flew by, and I stared blankly at its small figure, filled with envy. "So free..." It flew so unburdened, so unrestrained, unlike me, so clumsy, probably confined to the valley until death. 　　A deep voice asked again, "Do you want to leave the valley?" I 　　was stunned. Leave the valley? In the valley, I was already far from my father. Once I left, even blood ties would be severed, wouldn't they? He chuckled softly, "If you go out, you probably won't come back." 　　"Why?" 　　Wasn't it obvious? "Father won't let me come back." If I gave up willingly, Father would have a legitimate reason to abandon me. If even Father didn't want me, who else in this world would? Hot, wet tears streamed down my cheek. I turned my head away, raising my sleeve to wipe the moisture from my face, somewhat surprised at how open my emotions were in front of a stranger. 　　"I'm sorry," he said slowly, his voice hoarse. 　　I turned to him, suddenly curious. "What do you look like?" What kind of person would my father's friend be? 　　He couldn't hide his surprise. "You can't see me?" 　　"I can't see clearly." He didn't hide anything, pointing to his eyes. "I might have really damaged my brain. I can't see anything clearly, and I can't distinguish colors." 　　He suddenly stood up and walked over. "Give me your hand." 　　I chuckled. "Even my father can't diagnose it, how could you possibly know what's wrong?" I glanced at his outstretched hand. "Your body temperature seems a bit off. You'd better go and have my father take a look at you." Nobody's body temperature is ice-cold. 　　He paused. "My body temperature is normal. Only you feel cold." 　　What a strange explanation. I shrugged. "Maybe. It could also be attributed to a damaged brain." Anyway, being sick is a fact, and any abnormalities are allowed. 　　"Give me your hand," he demanded. 　　I was a little annoyed. "Don't be so domineering just because you call yourself my father's friend." Who does he think he is? 　　He clenched his fist again and withdrew it. He stood silently for a long time, then suddenly left.

I leaned back against the pillar, unmoved, and continued my daydream.

The next day, when Xiao Que and Xiao Long accompanied me to the pavilion, that strange man appeared again. I turned my head away, lazily climbed into my usual spot, and sat down, not even interested in looking at him.

Xiao Que brought out breakfast and sat in the chair next to me, seemingly uneasy. After a while, as I slowly ate my porridge, she whispered, "Young Master, your birthday is coming up soon. Master has ordered a grand feast to bring you good luck."

She gave a sarcastic smile. My father never shows up on my birthday; he only instructs Bai Hu and the others to send gifts... I looked up, glancing at Xiao Que with some confusion. "Wait, my 18th birthday was just last month. How come it's a new birthday so soon?" I felt a little depressed. Had my father even forgotten the time I was born?

Xiao Que was speechless and turned to look at the man sitting quietly at the far end of the pavilion.

I lazily raised my eyebrows. "Why are you looking at him? Who is he anyway?"

Little Dragon, standing to the side, said, "He... is Master's friend. Master ordered him to accompany the young master."

I chuckled with slight disgust. "I don't need anyone." I turned my head and rested my chin on my hand. In the whole world, the only person I wanted by my side was my father. I didn't want anyone else.

Little Sparrow took the bowl from my hand and quietly slipped out with Little Dragon.

I knew the man furthest from me in the pavilion was still there, but it was none of my business. I just let my mind wander, gradually emptying my thoughts, and closed my eyes, sinking into a meditative state.

Just as my soul was about to float out of my body, a large palm covered my eyes, and before I could concentrate, a soft touch pressed against my lips.

The caress on my lips was gentle and warm, the warmth seeping into my heart. The palm on my eyelids radiated a powerful warmth, making me drowsy yet wanting to savor this unfamiliar yet comfortable feeling a little longer.

A warm touch on my lips, then a cool sensation, a low sigh falling on my lips, "Yao'er..."

My drowsy mind abruptly awoke. The peculiar herbal scent lingering in my nostrils was one I'd smelled in the Crimson Purple Palace; Xiao Hu had said it was a unique scent only my father possessed. Was it my father?!

I jerked my eyes open in surprise: "Father..." In the empty pavilion, besides me, only the strange man at the farthest end stood.

A deep sense of loss made my heart clench, aching with pain. I glanced at the strange man facing me, forcing a weak smile, feeling utterly pathetic.

It was all a dream. Only in dreams could my father be so close, close enough to feel his warmth... Did my father have a body temperature? And how warm was it? I'd never had the chance to know.

I turned my head away dejectedly, my heart heavy with unbearable melancholy.

The man at the other end suddenly spoke: "I'll go fetch your father."

Squinting at the gray world outside the pavilion, I grinned, my voice trailing off: "Wishful thinking is foolish." Having lived for eighteen years, I knew my place in my father's heart; I would never again covet what I could never have.

"He will come," the man said firmly, then rose and left.

I chuckled, reaching out to try and catch the invisible wind, but how could the wind be caught? Just like my cold and heartless father, how could he heed the advice of his so-called friend and come to see me?

My illness was cured by my father; since I regained consciousness, he has never visited me even once. Why should I torment myself by hoping every day? I'm not stupid.

Someone silently approached the pavilion.

My heart began to race uncontrollably. I hesitated, hesitated again, repeatedly warning myself not to be foolish enough to believe in my good fortune. But when someone stepped into the pavilion, I straightened up and turned my head sharply.

Only the strange man and the four men, including Qinglong in black, were in the pavilion.

I chuckled, leaning softly against a pillar, unable to suppress my laughter. As the laughter faded, I lowered my long eyelashes and whispered, "Please don't give me ridiculous expectations; I'll take them seriously." I lazily propped myself up, got out of bed, and slowly walked out of the pavilion. As I brushed past the five of them, I couldn't stop the intense hatred welling up inside me. "I really hate you all!"

Sunrise and sunset, dawn and dusk, my body recovered quickly, but my mood grew increasingly depressed.

When the New Year arrived, and my father was no longer at the New Year's Eve dinner table, I discovered that my supposedly numb heart still ached.

Wrapped in a light, warm mink coat, I stood under the gray sky, gazing up at the vast expanse, feeling as if my heart had died.

The strange man stayed by my side every day, never leaving, even dining with me at the same table on New Year's Eve.

Could he really be Father's friend? I smiled blankly, "Please tell Father I want to leave the valley." Forget it, forget it, what am I presumptuous about? I'll just abandon everything myself, so Father won't waste food feeding this useless daughter.

The strange man, who had been far away, suddenly growled as I uttered my wish, "I forbid it!" I chuckled

, "You're not my father." If Father heard this, would he agree or refuse? If he refused, it meant I still held some importance, even if he only saw me as a pawn for continuing the bloodline, it would be worth it, at least he still cared about me.

But if he agreed… if he agreed…

My nose stung, tears welled in my eyes. If he agreed, it meant he truly didn't want me anymore. Where could I go in this world? What else can I do? What am I living for?

"Your father won't let you leave the valley." The tall man who had appeared before me suddenly spoke in a low, angry voice.

My heart clenched. I knew my smile was ugly and forced. "Don't help me deceive myself."

Father... he will definitely let me leave, he will...

In the deep of night, I was suddenly awakened by something.

A soft object pressed against my lips, gently yet firmly caressing them. A deep, helpless sigh brushed against my lips again and again, "Yao'er, Yao'er, what am I going to do with you..."

Was I dreaming again? Dreaming of something that could never happen? For a moment, I was dazed. I opened my eyes, and all I saw was darkness. I realized that a huge hand was covering my eyes. "Father, Father..." I said, closing my eyes tightly. Even if I was dreaming, could I not wake up? I didn't want to taste the bitterness of a broken heart again.

The faint scent of herbs lingered, and a low murmur still clung to my lips, hoarse and furious, forced out words: "I will never let you leave the valley, never."

I gasped, unable to believe what I had just heard—shock, disbelief, utter astonishment! But…so sweet, so blissful, a surge of happiness welled up in my aching heart. I was overjoyed!

"Yao'er, I will never let you leave me again."

The vow-like whisper made me want to cry with joy. Wet tears streamed from my tightly closed eyes, moistening my large hands. I gripped the blankets tightly, choking back a laugh. "This dream, it was so beautiful." So beautiful that I couldn't believe it. My

deep voice was choked with emotion, "I'm sorry, Yao'er, I'm so sorry."

Warm kisses rained down on my nose, cheeks, chin, and lips. At that moment, I heard my blood surging and pounding in my veins, and I felt a little dizzy. "Father, do you want me?" The words that escaped my lips were the fear buried deep within me for 18 years.

His low sigh was heavy as smoke: "I love you."

I felt incredibly good, exceptionally good.

Everyone who saw me would involuntarily freeze, but I didn't care. My mood was so good it felt like I was floating, unreal yet so beautiful.

So I nestled in my study, which I hadn't been to in a long time, and had Xiao Que read to me.

Perhaps because of my state of mind, in less than half an hour, I had memorized a book and even grasped a new approach. Holding a warm teacup, I smiled, too lazy to pay attention to Xiao Que's blurry face that kept glancing at me while she read.

When Xiao Wu brought the medicine, I stood there for a long time before softly saying, "Young Master smiled."

Touching his tender face, I smiled gently. "Is that so?" After drinking the medicine, I noticed that the hazy scene before me seemed to clear up a little.

A strange man appeared at the study door, and he was clearly stunned when he saw me.

With a smile, I rested my chin on my hand, watching Xiao Que and Xiao Wu bow to him and then leave. I chuckled, "Why did they bow to you?" Xiao Que and the others are the heirs of Qinglong and the others. Besides Father and me, only the four of them, Qinglong and his group, could make them bow down.

I seemed to have neglected the things around me for too long, and some details only surfaced now. "Why have you been staying by my side all this time? Why did Father entrust you to accompany me?"

His tall, strong figure paused, and he stepped into the room with elegant movements, his hands behind his back. "I've never seen you smile."

I answered irrelevantly, tilting my head to look at him as he sat in the farthest seat from me, his robe lifted. "I don't even know your name yet."

He gazed at me quietly, then suddenly said in a low voice, "When you smile, you're beautiful, dazzlingly beautiful."

He rolled his eyes with amusement. "Judging from your voice, you should be about the same age as my father, and you should have your own family background. Why do you waste your time on me? Does Father want to marry me off to you?" Ignoring his silence, I smiled mischievously. "You're the first outsider to get close to me, so I suppose Father is satisfied with you."

He seemed a little annoyed, his low voice clearly revealing his displeasure. "Don't talk nonsense." I laughed heartily

to myself.

After a long while, he said softly, "You had a good dream?"

His slightly narrowed eyes flickered, and I smiled, shrugging my shoulders. "Yes." It was the best dream I'd ever had, making me so happy. I'd just opened my eyes to see dawn and was already hoping for darkness to fall so I could drift back to sleep.

"Dreams... are all fake," he said in a low voice.

I laughed, lazily raising my chin. "So what? If I can get what I want in my dreams, why should I demand reality? What's wrong with staying in that dream forever?" Such a beautiful dream, with a loving father—what more could I ask for?

He fell silent.

After that night, I didn't dream of my father again, and my joyful heart gradually calmed down. But whenever I thought back, I would always smile happily, even knowing that reality was vastly different from the dream, I didn't care.

And so I realized I had learned to deceive myself.

When Xiaolong brought news that my father was going to choose a husband for me, I was stunned. It took me a long time to respond before I floated back to my pavilion to rest.

A sour, melancholic feeling settled in my heart, and I didn't know why. I thought about it for a long time but still couldn't understand. A long-forgotten sense of depression had returned, this time without any reason.

As a daughter, I was destined to marry, so why did I feel unhappy, even disgusted, about my father's decision?

Confusion and depression kept me frowning and pondering for days, until Xiao Que and the others came to invite me to meet the candidates for my future husband. When I saw the strange man in the hall, I realized I hadn't seen him for many days. I glanced at him lazily, ignoring why he was sitting in the main seat and my father's expected absence. I took my seat and glanced at the indistinct figures below.

The hall was silent; no one spoke.

I was lost in thought, pondering the gloom in my heart. I had never experienced such a feeling before, and I couldn't understand the reason, nor could I pull myself out of this rut.

The hall remained quiet until I finally snapped out of it and realized everyone was facing me, without saying a word. I narrowed my eyes slightly. Why were they looking at me like that?

The strange man spoke in a low voice, "These are the husband candidates chosen for you. Which one do you like?"

Resting my chin on my hand, I blinked. "I heard that Mother married Father because she fell in love with him. At least one of us has to love me first before I can marry him, right?" That should be the basic condition for marriage. I can not love my husband because Father didn't love Mother either.

...Hmm, if we consider inheritance, what if I don't like my children in the future? ...It's a bit like a vicious cycle... Oh well, with a slight smile, I slowly said, "Just kidding. The men Father chose for me are all outstanding individuals. Each one is exceptional. Just look at whoever wants to marry me, that's him."

After I finished speaking, the hall fell silent again. I threw the question back at them and continued to think about my own troubles and confusion. Why was I unhappy?

Soon, the husband candidates were chosen, and the wedding was scheduled for the end of the year.

"Yao'er," the young man called out to me, getting very close.

I looked up at his tall, thin figure, but the indistinctness of his face left me feeling nothing.

He looked down at me for a long while, then lowered his head and gently kissed my lips.

I blinked, and upon tasting the bitter flavor, I pushed him away abruptly. "Please wait." The taste was wrong.

He was startled as I pushed him back a large step. "Yao'er?"

His voice was too young, and it wasn't what I wanted to hear. What did I want to hear? What kind of taste did I want? I frowned in confusion, pondering.

He suddenly bent down, clutching his abdomen.

I looked up in surprise at his abrupt movement, only to realize that I seemed to have unknowingly added the poison to his hand and handed it to him… Was this considered murdering my husband? I quickly handed him the antidote, smiling awkwardly, "Uh, sorry, I forgot."

He swallowed the medicine, leaned against a chair, and sat down, then smiled weakly, "You don't like me, do you?"

My breath caught in my throat, and I froze. What was he saying?

"You have someone else in your heart, don't you?" His tone was calm. "The Valley Master didn't want you to marry him, so he chose me as your husband, right?"

He slowly raised his hand to touch his lips, as if recalling the tender kiss in that beautiful dream. The unique, faint herbal scent lingered in his nostrils, along with the powerful warmth and deep, resonant sigh... Heavens, I've actually fallen for Father?

My heart was in turmoil, then suddenly cleared. I smiled in surprise and realization, shaking my head repeatedly. How could this be? My past disappointment was because of Father's neglect, my later joy was because of the illusion of the dream, and my current confusion and unhappiness are because I will belong to someone else—all because of Father.

It seems my life will always be inseparable from Father.

I smiled mockingly, lifting my eyes. "Nothing, I'm just not used to it yet."

He was quite calm. "You know, you're beautiful. When you smile because of something you remember, you're stunningly beautiful, like a little woman in love."

"So what?" I smiled sarcastically. "I will be your wife." I

felt a little tired and ridiculous. Father, Father, I've been entangled with you my whole life, unable to break free, willingly bound by you, and he doesn't seem tired of it? I think I'm stupid. My longing for fatherly love has turned into affection. How could this be?

When did this subtle change occur?

Fatherly love is absolutely unattainable, and affection is something I should no longer hope for. I've decided to give up.

So I peacefully let my future husband accompany me, even though my mind is increasingly wandering uncontrollably. Ultimately, I forced myself to focus my thoughts on him.

At least my hair was tied up for him, at least my body was by his side.

But whenever my mind wandered, I found my mind almost painfully imprisoned.

Falling in love with someone I can't love, loving someone I can never have—is this my bad luck or a cruel joke played by fate? I cherish that one and only absurd dream, especially the memory of my father's kiss, his hand, his breath, his voice. I was so happy then, I was almost intoxicated.

Dreams, after all, are just illusions.

My eyesight is getting worse and worse. I know it's psychological; my subconscious aversion to the world makes me unwilling to see with my eyes anymore. So I can no longer see anyone's face clearly, the vibrant colors of the world, or the truth of everything.

I've become numb, apathetic, even losing the ability to taste the temperature of tea.

It's somewhat laughable. If this continues, I won't even be able to perceive the changing seasons. Once my senses are completely dead, I'll officially become a cripple.

"Nonsense." A deep reprimand came, and a cold hand swiftly pulled my fingers from the steaming teacup.

Lifting my eyelashes, I looked at my father's friend, who had disappeared since I chose my husband, and smiled. "I thought I was going to marry you." If I could marry my father's friend, would I be closer to him? Too bad I don't have that luck.

He hesitated, then stepped back.

Seeing my fingers, red from being dried, I shook them and smiled casually, "Strange, why do I feel cold?" I can't even test the temperature of tea, so why do I feel cold when he touches me?

"What do you mean?" he asked in a low voice.

Looking up, I realized that only he and I were in the high pavilion. My future husband was nowhere to be seen; he probably left when I was daydreaming and bored. If I told him about my situation, would he tell my father? What would my father think? Would he ignore it or take it seriously?

I'm getting married; is playing this game of testing too naive or a desperate gamble? I smiled, pursing my lips, and lowered my eyes. "I can't feel it." I flicked the steaming tea leaves. "It should be hot."

This time, he immediately grabbed my hand to take my pulse.

He frowned at my icy temperature. "A heart ailment, even my father can't cure it." I was too stubborn; I had unknowingly played the game of incest, and I was reaping what I sowed.

After he left, the fact that my father hadn't come didn't move me. What difference would one more blow make? I was getting married soon; what was there to be upset about?

So the wedding arrived, a grand and lively affair.

In the dead of night, I was led to the bridal chamber. The bridal veil was lifted, and we drank the nuptial wine. I chuckled as I watched my husband bow to heaven and earth, knowing it was all over.

I closed my eyes, letting his kisses fall on my face, letting his hands undress me. I lay limply on the bed, feeling a strange, burning desire surging deep within me. My body, almost numb, became incredibly sensitive, so sensitive that even the calloused surface of his palm brushing against my skin sent a shiver down my spine. I

chuckled in surprise. There was an aphrodisiac in the nuptial wine?

My body is immune to all poisons, but an aphrodisiac… which bastard classified it as something other than poison? A mocking smile played on my lips, my breathing quickening uncontrollably. A strange desire made me want to make a sound, to do something…

I slightly opened my eyes. In the hazy world, was that blurry figure the object of my desire?

Of course not.

What could I do then? I'd already given up. What more could I want? I chuckled, raising my arm to embrace his neck, hearing my already fractured heart slowly shatter even more. “Did you hear that?” I asked with a smile.

The man on top of me paused. “What?” A series of cracking sounds followed . My heart

shattered.

Chapter Three (Part 1)

The drug's effects were stronger than I expected. The flames intensified, and I was unbearably hot. I couldn't help but press myself against the man's body as he rubbed against me, when I was suddenly pushed away.

My mind went blank; I groaned in pain and curled up into a ball.

Warm hands covered my eyes, then a silky robe wrapped around me, and I was lifted up and moved.

I didn't know what was happening, nor did I want to know. I just wanted liberation. The smooth fabric rubbed against my sensitive skin, making me want to cry. My struggles were all held back by strong arms. The burning heat made me desperately want to faint, but I couldn't.

Tears welled up in my eyes, only to be sucked away by hot, thin lips.

Miraculously, the unbearable pain lessened slightly. I instinctively moved closer to those lips, rubbing and licking haphazardly.

I seemed to hear deep laughter and muffled groans.

Then my body relaxed, and I was placed on the bed. Something was draped over me, even my face was covered. I frowned, and before I could tear off the restraints, another naked, muscular body pressed down on me. I should have felt disgust, but I sighed as I smelled the unique, faint scent of herbs mixed with wine. I climbed onto his broad shoulders and back, feeling the powerful, even burning warmth. My nails dug into his hot skin, and I groaned softly, "Father..."

His large hand tightly covered my eyes.

The kiss was fierce and intense, our lips and tongues intertwined until they hurt, but the taste of his saliva was as sweet as honey, making me thirsty and eager to find that intoxicating taste. But when the warm, wet sucking enveloped my breasts, I cried out softly, arching my back, breathing rapidly. The sharp pleasure couldn't quell the burning desire; instead, I felt an emptiness, wanting to be filled hard, wanting to be forcefully fulfilled.

I writhed, not in struggle, but in reciprocation, the moans escaping my lips a plea, a pleas, "Daddy, Daddy..." So painful, so pleasurable, so agonizing, yet so joyful—contradictory feelings swirled and struggled within me; I felt I was going mad.

My legs were forcefully spread wide, my chest swollen and aching from the assault, yet those thin lips lingered, their nimble hands slowly sliding downwards, penetrating my most intimate and shy place. When those long, slender fingers teased a spot I'd never known before, an overwhelming surge of pleasure washed over me, causing my entire body to tense violently, trembling so intensely I could barely breathe.

A large hand covered my eyes tightly, its hot breath moving to my ear, biting and sucking my earlobe, accompanied by a hoarse murmur: "Yao'er, my Yao'er, my darling..."

My body felt completely drained, a blissful emptiness washing over me. I slumped down, feeling his strong body pressing against my softness, feeling a sense of inadequacy, yet unable to pinpoint what was missing. Such immense pleasure, what more could I want? "Father, I want more..."

a low, hoarse sigh escaped my lips. "Yao'er, I love you, I love you, do you know that?"

My heart was filled with joy, but the demands of my body made me want to cry. I struggled to rub against his strong body, but the discomfort surged again. I frowned, helplessly raising my hand to cover my eyes with the large hand that was covering them. "Father, I'm so sad, give me..." The emptiness in my lower abdomen was agonizing. Even though I could feel the secret place being gently enveloped by his other large hand, shamefully overflowing with moisture, I couldn't care less. I only wanted to be satisfied, to be pleased.

"Yao'er, my little darling..." a deep sigh accompanied the movement of his nimble fingers.

I tightened my lower abdomen, moaning and twisting my slender waist, "Daddy, Daddy..." My hands gripped his wrists, all my attention focused on the small, delicate bead he was repeatedly kneading, "Mmm, mmm, I like it so much, Daddy..." That kind of pleasure, a pleasure that corroded my mind, was intoxicating and soul-consuming.

A deep, muffled groan was like the roar of a wild beast, and the smooth, hot, huge, round, hard object intimately pressed against my wet entrance, its light and heavy friction and probing making me strangely yearn for something new amidst the pleasure, "Daddy, what is that? It's so strange, mmm." I tried to close my legs, but could only futilely clamp his strong waist, remaining open as he gently touched and kissed me.

A deep, husky laugh, deep and sensual, rang out. "That's me."

My mind, still dazed, couldn't think straight. As the heat from his fingers washed over me again, I arched my back, my mouth trembling as I tried to call out for unparalleled pleasure. But the teasing abruptly stopped, and long, slender fingers dangerously pressed against the moist, warm crevice below, slowly pushing in.

Unable to obtain the pleasure I desired, I blinked in confusion, feeling the hot, slightly sweaty palm on my mascara. "Daddy, I don't like this." The intrusion of this unfamiliar object brought a slight pain, completely unlike the overwhelming pleasure before.

His deep voice was slightly unsteady. "Bear with it, Yao'er. You're too small; you'll get hurt."

I didn't understand, only instinctively disliking the feeling of being violated. Subconsciously, I contracted my inner muscles, trying to push it out.

I heard a low, husky male moan, then a rough thumb pressed back onto my sensitive nipple, soothingly kneading and rotating. The easing comfort was aroused again, and I sighed softly, welcoming the wonderful sensation, almost forgetting the extra finger inside me. As the finger slowly moved in and out, I frowned, soothed by the temptation at the tip, and didn't complain.

But as my pleasure intensified, two more fingers squeezed in, not only continuing to thrust but also spreading and bending. I wrinkled my nose in some annoyance, "Daddy, I don't..." Before I could finish speaking, that sensitive spot was suddenly intensely stimulated, the fingers inside me were withdrawn, and replaced by the previously large object pressing tightly against the explored crevice.

I was about to ask a question when I was swept away by an irresistible, intense pleasure. Apart from arching my back and trembling violently, I couldn't think or make a sound.

In my most disoriented moment, a terrifying force pierced through my body, the tearing pain making me scream. My whole body stiffened instantly, and as I slowly regained consciousness, I felt the massive dragon filling my deepest depths, hot, hard, and thick, leaving me no choice but to tightly envelop it. I could even clearly feel the impact of the bulging veins on its surface.

"Daddy..." I cried, unable to believe he would be so cruel as to inflict such pain on me. "It hurts..."

"Shh, baby, it'll be over soon." He coaxed in a hoarse voice, his tone restrained. His strong body pressed against me was as tense as mine. He kissed my lips and caressed my full breasts, constantly murmuring, "It's too tight, you'll have to suffer a bit, Yao'er, be good."

His coaxing words made me feel pampered, and I felt slightly better, only to realize that the pain had been replaced by another powerful need. "Daddy, it hurts, mmm..." I bit my lower lip and twisted slightly, not knowing what I wanted.

"I'll satisfy you, my Yao'er." He chuckled softly, his large hand stroking my hips as he forcefully lifted them, beginning to thrust slowly and then violently into the long member buried within me. He withdrew shallowly, then plunged in again, a strange, tingling pleasure rapidly building from my lower body. A frenzied ecstasy surged from the deepest, softest part of my being tossed about, rising to my head, an intense excitement that almost numbed my entire being.

"Ah... Daddy, slower, Daddy..." Unfamiliar with being supported and swayed by the large hand beneath me, I groaned, uttering words I didn't even understand, my hands tightly gripping the hand above my eyes, almost going mad.

The intense, lewd scent of lust filled the air, the sounds of slapping mingling with the gurgling of water. Everything was so wanton, yet I couldn't resist, greedily savoring it, waiting for wave after wave of stimulation to erupt, until the final moment, a savage, death-like pleasure pushed me to the peak of climax, making my whole body convulse.

A beast-like growl echoed in my dazed state. I felt myself being thrust into several times by a rapid, heavy impact, followed by a surge of scalding heat washing over my body. Then I was tightly embraced by a sweaty, magnificent male body.

"Yao'er, Yao'er, I love you, I love you so much, do you know that?" The low, hoarse voice carried a strange sob.

I covered my eyes with the large hand and forced a weak yet sweet smile. "I love you too, Father."

When I awoke, everything around me was murky and hazy—it was the bridal chamber.

My body ached yet felt incredibly satisfied. I slowly sat up, looking down at my naked body, no longer snow-white, but a dark, grayish mixture, as the sheets slipped down. I forced a cute smile.

"Young Master." Xiao Que led a group of maids in, all gasping in unison before rushing forward to help me. "Heavens! Doesn't the young master know how to be gentle with a woman? He's tormented you like this!" Xiao Que angrily wrapped me in a large robe, then turned and ordered the maids to carry the sedan chair into the house so she could take me directly to the bathing hot spring.

"I can still walk." My smile was somewhat unsteady. I felt like I was really going crazy. Was it the aphrodisiac that made me mistakenly believe that the man I had indulged in all night was my father, or had my mind gone mad and subjectively identified my husband as my father?

Little Sparrow followed beside me, matching my slow pace, and asked softly with concern, "Does it hurt? Young Master, I heard the first night is always very painful."

I chuckled softly, "It's alright, there was an aphrodisiac in the nuptial wine, I didn't feel much pain." The pain then was brief, but now I was experiencing the discomfort. With every step, the deeply imprinted area felt like it was being torn apart. "Go get me some wound medicine."

Little Sparrow's voice sounded like she was about to cry, "How could they drug me? It's so wicked!"

I turned my head, looking at her blurred face. She had followed me for so long, was it her loyalty that made her worry and feel indignant for me? Was it worth it? Although I ignored it, my keen hearing always picked up some gossip. Many servants and people in the valley were quietly spreading rumors that the young master of Chuyun Valley had gone mad.

If I had already gone mad, why was Little Sparrow still sad? I reached out and touched her face. It was wet and cold. She blinked and smiled gently. "Little Sparrow, you're so good to me." Why couldn't my heart be moved? I felt nothing at all.

She began to sob softly. "Young Master..." "On

such a joyous day, why are you crying?" A deep reprimand rose.

I turned my head and saw that strange man, so strangely reprimanding me on my joyous day. I lazily raised an eyebrow. "Who are you?" What right did he have to act so arrogantly and unreasonably?

Little Sparrow gasped, hurriedly wiping away her tears. "Young Master, it was Little Sparrow's fault. On such a joyous day, Little Sparrow should be smiling."

I glanced at her. "You all get out of here." Clutching my outer robe, I slowly walked over, standing directly in front of the man, toe to toe. I gently tilted my head back. "Are you my father?"

He was silent.

"You're not." I smiled alluringly.

He remained silent.

I pointed to my head. "Even though I'm insane, who says a madman can't think?"

He suddenly roared, "Who said you're insane?"

I shrugged indifferently, feeling my robe slip off my shoulder. I looked down and saw my bare, rounded shoulder exposed, covered in bite marks. I paused, recalling my wanton behavior the previous night, feeling a surge of heat rise to my cheeks.

Suddenly, my robe was pulled back.

I looked up to see the man leaning down, his hands gripping my collar tightly. "You're not insane, do you hear me? You're not insane!"

He chuckled. "Insane or not, who cares?" Did the person I cared about most even care? I gently patted his hand. "I'm going to the hot springs. Please ask Xiao Que to serve me." After he let go, I slowly walked away.

Entering the hot springs, which were surrounded by spacious rooms, I threw off my only outer robe and stepped into the water. When the slightly hot water was about to reach my thighs, I reached out and touched the slippery medicine on my aching private area. Slightly surprised, I brought my fingers to my nose to smell the fragrance of the medicine and walked deeper into the spring. Why did it still hurt so much even after applying the medicine?

Was the injury that serious? Could it be that the higher the pleasure, the more it hurts afterwards?

Confused, I continued until the water reached below my nose, then realized I had gone a bit too deep. I rolled my eyes and turned back.

After bathing, I learned that my newlywed husband had left the valley early that morning because of an emergency at home. I didn't mind too much. I lazily left the newly built wedding courtyard and walked towards my old courtyard. Since my husband wasn't there, it was more comfortable to return to my own territory.

Days passed leisurely listening to Xiao Que read aloud, and before I knew it, summer had arrived, and I was being helped into summer clothes.

"Yao'er, I'm back!" A young male voice called out. After Xiao Que had left, the blurry figure strode to my side. "I missed you so much." He bent down and kissed my lips.

Leaning back against a pillar, I huddled in my usual spot in the pavilion, letting my husband, who had been gone for three months, exercise his marital rights, though I didn't particularly like the bitter taste that came with his touch. Only after he pulled away did I smile and ask, "Is everything alright at home?" He'd been gone so long; although I didn't mind, I still had to ask.

"Mother is sick." He sat down beside me and put his arm around me.

Looking down at the hand that had appeared on my chest, I asked softly, staring at the hand's kneading motion, suppressing the urge to poison him.

He lifted me onto his lap, brushed my hair aside, and kissed my neck. "Thank you for the medicine, Father-in-law. I rushed back as soon as Mother recovered, afraid you'd worry."

I murmured, my hands clenched into fists, the deadly poison already swirling at my fingertips. I tried to silently recite the medical text Little Sparrow had read to me earlier; otherwise, I would have given all the most potent poisons to my husband for free.

A cool voice rang out from outside the pavilion, "Young Master, the master requests your presence."

My husband froze, and after a moment, he carried me back to my seat, smiling apologetically. "I'll be right back." He kissed me and left.

Quietly curled up by the railing, I licked my lips, savoring the bitter taste, wanting to laugh.

Suddenly, a large hand firmly covered my eyes.

The incredible warmth and faint herbal scent shocked me. This couldn't be a dream! I certainly hadn't drunk anything strange! "Father... Father..." My heart pounded. Could it be?

A deep, resonant voice filled with rage whispered in my ear, “You let him touch you!”

Chapter 3 (Part 2)

Trembling, I covered my mouth, unable to believe it really was my father! So happy, so happy! Even if it was just a hallucination, I was so happy I felt like I could fly. “Father—ah…” My body was roughly pulled up, my knees were on the soft cushion, and my buttocks and back slammed into his broad, majestic chest.

"You are mine, Yao'er, you are mine!" A deep, resonant growl echoed in my ears. A large hand covered my eyes, while the other grasped my left breast. "All of you are mine!" A strong,

hard thigh thrust between my legs from behind, forcing me to spread them open, almost sitting on his lap. I grabbed the large hand covering my eyes and trembled as I cried out, "Daddy, what are you doing?"

He bit my neck, not gently at all, but painfully, yet it brought a strange stimulation. "Yao'er, my darling, only I can touch you." His large hand moved downwards, lifting my skirt and sliding between my legs, rapidly teasing my sensitive clitoris.

I trembled violently, instinctively trying to dodge the rapidly surging fervor, but my buttocks, which I tried to pull back, pressed against something hot and strong. My heart swelled, and my whole body went limp. I understood what it was, and what Father wanted to do. "Father, that time, it hurt so much." It wasn't a dream. The person who had spent the whole night of passion with me on our wedding night really was Father. So happy...

His long fingers slid repeatedly into my wet body. He sucked and nibbled at my ear, his tongue teasingly tracing my earlobe. He said hoarsely, "This time it won't be like that, baby. Relax, you're so tight."

I breathed heavily. My eyes, which were tightly covered, could only see darkness, but this made my senses even more acute. It felt like there was a fire burning inside me. The fingers inside me moved and rotated, and the hard, long stem rubbed against my buttocks. Pleasure surged and rolled, accompanied by an unbearable emptiness that began to swirl in my lower abdomen. "Father, I want it..." I unconsciously squeezed his thighs together, contracting the secret hole he had expanded.

He groaned and withdrew his hand. "Open your legs wider, baby." As I obediently opened my legs, he pushed my skirt up to my waist, his large hand grabbing my lower abdomen and lifting it upwards. His dangerously large male member pressed against my slit, shifting back and forth slightly before forcefully pushing in.

A breath caught in my throat, and I trembled as I grabbed his sleeve, whispering, "It still hurts, Daddy, be gentle." It was so uncomfortable; the feeling of being forced to stretch and fill me up gave me the illusion that my entire lower body was being damaged, and the pleasurable sensation immediately lessened considerably.

He guided my hands to grip the railing, his strong upper body pressing down on my back. One hand still covered my eyes, while the other slid under my skirt, teasing the clitoris he had invaded. "Yao'er, relax, don't squeeze too tight, I can't get in."

I frowned, lowered my head, and whispered, "It hurts, Daddy, no more." Actually, there wasn't intense pain, just the unfamiliar, enormous filling made me uncomfortable. The muscles inside my private parts naturally contracted, trying to squeeze out that strange behemoth.

"Shh, good baby, don't be afraid of it, accept it." He kissed my neck, stroking my hands as they pressed and rotated nimbly, constantly rubbing down on my forced-open petals. "Slowly swallow it, don't worry."

I bit my lower lip, frowning as I felt myself slowly blooming under his comforting caresses, letting that terrifyingly large stem slowly and deeply penetrate until it reached the deepest core, then it stopped pressing in.

It felt strange. I don't remember the details of my wedding night, only that I felt both pain and joy. Now, with a clear mind, I'm not sure if I like what's happening. Releasing one hand from the railing and clutching my lower abdomen, I groaned, "Daddy, it's so full..." Feeling completely filled and stretched so wide, I was a little scared. "Will it break?"

A deep, husky laugh filled my ears as he kissed my neck, chuckling, "You inherited my medical skills, how could you not understand matters of the heart?"

"Theory and practice are different." Rigid medical books don't describe all the sensations and experiences of intercourse, how could I understand the details? "Father, shouldn't you move a little?" After a moment, having adjusted to his thick presence, the pleasure from my engorged tip finally caught my attention. I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan, instinctively craving the vibrant, wild climax I remembered.

He chuckled softly, "Yao'er, I don't know whether to call you naive or complex." His large hand covered my hand that was pressed against my lower abdomen, powerfully lifting my lower body, and slowly withdrawing his massive member, which had been quietly buried inside me.

I closed my eyes tightly, feeling the burning object withdraw, bringing with it a strange allure. Uncontrollably, my inner walls tightened, and I whispered, "Don't go, Daddy..." I clearly didn't like being stretched, so why did I feel such a strong craving when he left?

"I won't go," he promised, thrusting his powerful waist and slamming heavily into my soft

, tender inner core. "Ah..." My soul felt like it was being thrown away! I tried to pull away, but he held my hands and lower abdomen, forcing me to lean back to meet his thrusts. One pull out, then another deep thrust, the heavy friction generating a different yet overwhelming pleasure, making me shake my head and cry out softly, "Daddy, it'll break..." How could my most tender part withstand such a fierce attack?

He moved close to my back, his hoarse voice full of lust and affection, "Yao'er, Yao'er..." With each thrust, he called my name, making my heart pound wildly.

I don't know when, but my hands were gripping the railing. I slumped forward, almost collapsing. Sweat dampened the large hands above my eyes, while the strong, firm hands on my waist and abdomen held my lower body firmly. Desire surged and burned, the pleasure sharp and irresistible. I arched my back, already able to meet the thrusts with my back arched. "Mmm, Daddy, I love it, Daddy..." A dazzling, brilliant firework exploded in the darkness. Savage spasms made my whole body tense, welcoming wave after wave of intense pleasure.

My mind went blank, only the extreme physical pleasure lingering.

The thrusts from behind became uncontrollable, fierce and brutal. In the relentless, intense pleasure, I could only plead, not knowing whether to beg him to stop or to be more cruel. Everything was beyond my imagination. The exquisite, almost painful pleasure made me completely surrender, convulsing with the physical pleasure.

A low growl rose briefly, then a sharp bite sank into the back of my neck. I was forcefully pulled into a strong embrace behind me, held tightly, trembling violently.

Weak and powerless, I sat on his lap, feeling the hot, hard object inside me gradually soften. I hugged the strong arm around my waist, panting, "Daddy, Daddy..." He

seemed to realize he was biting me, and quickly loosened his teeth, turning to sucking and licking. "I'm sorry, Yao'er, I didn't mean to."

My head was spinning, but pleasure still raged through my limbs. I smiled softly, "Daddy, this isn't a dream, is it?"

The strong muscles pressing against my back suddenly twitched, and he held me even tighter. "No! Yao'er, this isn't a dream!" he roared hoarsely.

"Father, I love you."

He kissed and nibbled my ear, whispering, "I love you too, Yao'er."

I felt so happy, and lazily yawned, nestled in his strong arms. Even though my body was sweaty and sticky, I didn't want to move an inch. "Hmm, what about my husband?" We're already married, and my current behavior is so against all propriety, it's obviously adultery.

He coldly snorted, "If he dares to touch you again, I'll kill him." With a gentle movement completely different from his tone, he carefully picked me up and withdrew from my body.

I unconsciously shrank back, hearing his low chuckle, "Sensitive little thing."

My face, which had slightly cooled, flushed again. I mumbled a reply, then suddenly squeezed my legs together awkwardly, "Father, it's leaking." The hot liquid, no longer blocked, overflowed, sliding down my legs, making me blush with embarrassment.

“I’ll take you to the hot springs.” He covered my eyes with one hand, tidied our clothes with the other, then picked me up and leaped away.

The wind was cool on my face, and our bodies pressed together, hot and intimate.

I smiled contentedly, letting him keep his eyes covered, nestled in his embrace.

“Yao’er, close your eyes.” He gently coaxed me as he put me down. I

obediently closed my eyes, feeling him remove his hand and place a silk ribbon over my eyes, tying it in a knot behind my head. “Daddy, aren’t we going to take a bath?” A strange ritual.

He seemed to be in a good mood, chuckling softly, “Yes, so I need both hands to help you change.”

My face flushed. As my clothes gradually came off, I felt uneasy and shy, but the thought that he was watching me made me happy and proud as I straightened my body, “Daddy, Daddy.” Not wanting to recall the ignored past, I smiled, feeling so happy when I felt his slender fingers touch my bare skin.

"Hmm?" His voice was hoarse when I was completely exposed. "Yao'er, you're so beautiful." He took my hand in his large hand and guided it to his clothes. "Help me."

I loved the praise in his voice, loved his undisguised desire for me. I stood on tiptoe, fumbling for the buttons on his clothes, unbuttoning them one by one. I spread my fingers and pressed them against his well-defined, strong chest muscles. I chuckled, "First time touching Daddy." I leaned in and kissed him, then kissed him again. "I love Daddy so much, I love him so much." I stuck out my playful tongue and licked his warm skin, tasting the salty sweat. I tilted my head back. "Kiss me, Daddy."

"Little vixen." He chuckled as he kissed me, his large hands cupping my breasts, kneading them intimately, and even pressing and rotating my nipples with his thumbs. I

gasped, opening my mouth to let him feed me his tongue, dancing and entwining. The sweet taste intertwined with the pleasure in my chest, making me unconsciously move closer to him.

“No, your task isn’t finished yet, little one.” He licked my lips with his tongue, enticing my tongue to play with his. “Hmm, you learn quickly, little one.” He hummed softly, pulling me close and sucking my tongue deeply.

The tingling pleasure made me tremble, the direct contact with his strong, hot skin excited me, and I writhed against him repeatedly, frantically tearing at his remaining clothes. “Daddy, Daddy…” The lust that had just subsided was reignited, and I longed to relive that intoxicating pleasure.

“Don’t rush, little darling.” He chuckled hoarsely, holding my hand. “Untie this first.” He reached for his waistband. I

writhed against him, my body burning with desire, and gently bit his breast. As he guided me to untie his pants, my hand accidentally slipped onto his semi-erect member, startling me. I instinctively lowered my head, but the ribbon covering my eyes obscured everything. “Daddy?”

“Pleasure me, my good girl.” He took my hand and grasped his dormant dragon.

The soft, fleshy shaft intrigued and amused me. "Daddy, how can I please you?" This was the first time he had asked me to do anything for him, which flattered me. I was eager to achieve his goal and earn his praise.

"Hold it tight and move it up and down." His kisses rained down on my head.

I followed his instructions attentively, bringing my hands together to grasp the soft yet still large shaft, rubbing it up and down. As I heard his satisfied groan and felt the object in my hands gradually harden and swell, I suddenly felt my mouth go dry, and a strong desire surged in my lower abdomen. "Daddy, is this how it's done?"

“Well done.” He chuckled, his large hands cupping my breasts, teasing them slowly. “Look, your little nipples are hard too, my good child is so sensitive.”

“Daddy!” I cried out, unable to concentrate on his actions while he teased me like that.

He smiled and pushed my hands away, picking me up in one swift motion. “Let’s change positions.” As he put me down, he carefully guided me to kneel, then took my hands and returned to his desire.

I couldn’t see anything in the darkness, only feeling him sit down. I was kneeling between his spread legs, my face slightly flushed, wondering what it would be like if the blindfold were removed. Just as I was lost in thought, my chin was pinched, my mouth involuntarily opening as two long, slender fingers probed inside.

“Suck it, Yao’er,” he commanded gently.

Somewhat doubtful, I did as instructed. As I sucked, a strange heat rose within me. Those two fingers wouldn't let me suck properly, exploring my mouth and playing with my tongue, forcing me to grab their wrists to properly suckle.

A large hand cupped the back of my head, his low, husky voice filled with desire, "Try sucking this one." He pressed my head down, pulling the fingers from my mouth, and another large, smooth, hot, round object pressed against my lips, which I hadn't yet closed, and thrust inside.

At first, I didn't know what it was. My mouth was forced open wide to accommodate the unfamiliar, thick rod, and my hands unconsciously gripped its body. Then I realized it was my father's penis!

My mind exploded. The strong masculine scent filled my mouth, drawing out copious amounts of saliva. Unable to close my mouth to swallow, it slid down my chin. I was filled with shame and fear, not knowing what to do.

Gently rubbing my scalp, Father soothed me in a low voice, "Yao'er, try sucking it like you suck my finger."

How could it be the same? This thing is so big, it can't even compare to a finger, okay? I frowned, struggling to swallow and spit it out. Just as I was about to take a bite, Father gently patted my head.

"Ugh, don't bite it, Yao'er, just use your tongue," Father groaned.

It sounded like Father liked it? Confused, I sucked as hard as I could, rubbing my hands together as before. I had tried to please Father, but as the object in my mouth grew larger and larger, I gave up and pulled back, spitting it out. "Father, it's too big, I can't hold it." My cheeks ached so much that I kept rubbing them.

Father's deep laughter was hoarse. He grabbed my waist, lifted me up, and said, "Yao'er's little mouth is so sweet." He kissed me, his tongue sliding around in my mouth, making me dizzy for a while before I realized that I was facing Father, straddling his strong thighs, my slightly hot spring water reaching below my chest.

Next, Father didn't speak again, but his large hands roamed over my body, his thin lips and tongue exploring my entire upper body, finally taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, and gently biting it with his teeth.

Holding his head, I unconsciously arched my back and thrust my chest forward, moaning softly as I writhed. The hot spring flowed through the sensitive area between my spread legs, and the back-and-forth friction of Father's hot, hard member washed over me, a sweet pleasure washing over my entire body, making me feel so happy.

"So delicate, it turns red so easily from just a bite." Father praised me in a low, husky voice, taking turns caressing my swollen, painful breasts before pressing down on my back, making me rub against his strong chest. "Little darling, do you want it?"

Feeling the constantly overflowing wetness being dangerously pressed against by his hot, enormous member, I giggled and twisted my waist. "Father, I want it, but I don't like the feeling of going in." It was very stimulating, but pleasure was often triggered by the stimulation of the clitoris. Filling and thrusting were too fierce, with intense pleasure, but I still preferred the gentle temptation.

Father chuckled softly, "Naughty girl, do you think Father is too indulgent?" As he spoke, his large hand slid down my back, rubbing against my sensitive buttocks, eliciting a soft moan from me. He then explored the pressed petals, pressing them open. "This time, I'll be slower."

I hugged his broad shoulders, burying my face in his shoulder sockets, which exuded a strong masculine scent. I closed my eyes and held my breath. His thick, hard penis was slowly thrusting in, stretching and expanding to an extreme degree, causing me to moan uncontrollably. My buttocks tried to pull back, but he held them down with his other large hand, his middle finger constantly sliding back and forth between my buttocks, forcing me to tremble uncontrollably as I accepted his intrusion.

"Mmm, it's too deep, Father, no more..." My heart was pounding, and I cried out softly, "It's holding, no more..." This time, even as the large head of his penis reached the deepest part of my core, it didn't stop, still trying to rotate and squeeze further in.

A tingling, pleasurable sensation pierced my lower abdomen instantly, and I cried out, arching my slender waist violently and leaning back. "Daddy, don't go in any further..." It was so painful, my toes curled up, that uncomfortable yet pleasurable feeling... "Daddy..." Just at the moment I was penetrated, I reached an unbelievable climax, whimpering and trembling violently, "Daddy, Daddy..."

"Shh, shh, my good Yao'er, isn't it very comfortable?" He finally stopped his further intrusion, gently embracing me, his deep voice soothing me with restraint, kissing my tear-streaked face, "So tight, so hot and wet, Yao'er makes me feel very comfortable too."

My nails dug into his back muscles, and I tried to resist the terrible pleasure, "Daddy, it's swollen..." The feeling of being filled terrified me.

"Oh? Is it here?" He pressed one hand on my buttocks and the other slid to my lower abdomen, suddenly pressing inward maliciously.

"Ah... Daddy..." The painful pleasure pierced me like sharp needles, and I frantically tried to pull at his wrist. "No, Daddy, don't press there..." It made me feel like I was going to lose control of my bladder, it was so painful.

He finally released me and instead held my slender waist. "I won't press, Yao'er, try moving yourself." As he spoke, he slowly lifted me up and pressed me down again.

An amazing pleasure and a deeper desire surged up, and I clung to his shoulders, trying to follow his hand's guidance to lift my hips and sit down again. Daddy's huge member was connected to my little hole so tightly that even the slightest movement would cause intense pleasure. I groaned and rested my forehead on his broad shoulder. "Daddy, mmm, Daddy..."

"Do you like it?" He turned his face to kiss me.

"I like it, slowly, I like it so much..." I murmured honestly, twisting my waist, enjoying the slow passion.

"But Daddy likes it faster." He chuckled hoarsely, and suddenly lifted his waist and thrust upwards with force.

I gasped in horror, almost choking. "No, Father, I don't want to..." Such intense movements, I can't take it.

"What you want, baby," he chuckled, gripping my waist. "Hold on tight, Yao'er." No longer letting me play slowly, he began to thrust forcefully upwards, each stroke forcibly squeezing into the soft, forcibly opened crevice of my heart, making me shake my head and moan with a mixture of pleasure and pain. The unbearable,

dazzling pleasure bordered on savagery, tears streaming down my face. No matter how tightly I clung to his shoulders, I was thrown up and down by his thrusts, my buttocks pressed down to meet his pounding. I couldn't dodge, I could only passively endure his increasingly brutal thrusts. "I can't take it anymore, Father, please..." I cried and begged, "I can't take it anymore, Father..."

The heavy impacts, the rough friction, the gurgling of water, the violent collision of skin against skin, my unbearable sobs, his ecstatic growls—everything began to run wild, the rich scent of lust lingering in the air.

His fierce thrusts, his large hands gripping my waist tightly, almost suffocated me. "Do you want it? Baby, tell me, do you want it?" he growled through gritted teeth.

Unable to think, the brutal pleasure bordering on pain, I shook my head, sobbing uncontrollably, "I want, Daddy, I want..." What did I want? I didn't know, my body was being manipulated out of control, blindly chasing the unknown end, "Daddy, spare me, I can't take it anymore, ahh..." I wanted it yet feared I would collapse before receiving that supreme reward; everything he gave me was too intense!

"Not yet." He gritted his teeth, cruelly refusing, suddenly releasing his large hand, finding my engorged clitoris, and flicking it heavily with his finger.

Scream! A massive orgasm exploded, in that instant, my soul seemed to transcend and lose all connection, only the continuous sharp excitement and pleasure in my body, every muscle contracting and relaxing, contracting again, almost spasming. In the midst of the terrifying pleasure, I could still clearly feel Daddy's almost cruel thrusting into my convulsing vagina, again and again, fast and fierce.

Just as my mind was about to fade away in the throes of orgasm, Father roared and pressed himself tightly against my groin, trembling violently.

Hot liquid was being ejaculated inside me, and I collapsed limply against Father's strong body, gasping for breath. "Father...Father, will I get pregnant?" My mind was still blank; the numbing pleasure rendered me immobile, yet these words inexplicably escaped my lips.

His hoarse voice was languid and satisfied as he slowly caressed my back. "I've thought it through. Will you give me a child?"

With my eyes closed, I felt the hard, large member slowly soften inside my uncontrollably convulsing groin. I loosened my taut hands and slowly mimicked his movements, stroking his well-defined chest. When I touched his nipple and heard his muffled groan, I smiled mischievously. "Father likes it here too, doesn't he?" I teased, repeatedly fiddling with it and gently scratching it with my fingernails.

His breathing was still a little unsteady. He held me and let me play with him. "I like it wherever you touch me."

I laughed sweetly, then moved my waist, only to frown when I felt a soreness. "Daddy's bullying me. He said he'd take it slow." In the end, he was like a wild beast.

He lowered his head and licked the corner of my lips, his laughter hoarse. "I asked you if you wanted it, and you said yes."

...How cunning. Does asking at a time like that count? I clenched my fist and punched him. "You're so annoying."

He chuckled happily. "Yao'er's little cunt feels so good. I really want you to suck it like this for a lifetime."

Realizing that I was still straddling his strong waist and abdomen, my private parts swallowing Daddy's penis, I blushed, but still bravely said, "If Daddy likes it, I'll suck it for a lifetime." Such shameful and wanton words. If it weren't for Daddy, I wouldn't be able to say them.

He hummed, clearly very satisfied. "Yao'er, I love you." He lifted my chin and kissed me. Our

tongues intertwined and caressed each other. I happily hugged his neck.

Suddenly, Qinglong's cool voice rang out: "Master."

"Hmm?" He lazily kissed my upturned, snowy neck, not moving an inch.

I tensed up, realizing Qinglong was outside the hot spring room, and nudged my father.

Qinglong's voice was perfectly calm: "The young master is searching everywhere for the young master."

His large hand, which had been gently caressing my breasts, suddenly tightened. He bit my throat, and only released me after I let out a soft moan, licking my throat with his tongue. "Put the medicine in, send that girl over, lock them up for two months, then release them."

"Yes." Qinglong left.

I covered his hand that had relaxed on my breasts and whispered, "We can't lock them up forever, can we?" After all, he was my husband in name only.

Father's voice turned cold. "Are you heartbroken?"

Slightly surprised, she couldn't believe that her father's tone sounded a little sour... "Father, that man was the husband you chose for me. He's the one with the title. It's not a matter of whether I mind or not." Hmm, her jealous father is so cute. She couldn't help but hug his waist tightly, press herself against his warm chest, and giggle.

He scoffed mockingly, "Killing someone in Chuyun Valley is as easy as turning my hand. So what if he's your husband? Anyone who dares to have designs on you should die."

...My lips twitched. I considered for a moment, then decided not to repeat who chose that man. I simply rested my head on his shoulder and lazily said, "Whatever."

He remained silent, then suddenly lifted my chin, seemingly observing my nonchalant expression. "Yao'er...you really are like me, cold-blooded to the point of being unreadable." I could

n't tell if it was praise or criticism. I shrugged indifferently, "I don't care about anyone except Father." This was a cold-hearted nature I'd developed since childhood. The more unattainable something was, the more I wanted it. If Father had shown me more care when I was little, perhaps I wouldn't be so infatuated with him now.

He fell silent, only placing one gentle kiss after another on my forehead. "Yao'er, my darling, I was so foolish, I've wronged you for so many years."

I chuckled slowly. "Father, it's not wronged, you love me, don't you?" As long as he loves me, the past can be ignored; the present is the most important. I won't look to the future or dwell on the past; grasping the present is enough.

His tender kisses landed on my forehead, his deep voice like fine wine, "I love you, Yao'er." (

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