Chapter 101 of Ten Scenes Satin

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The two returned to the hall. Ren Jianqing pulled Wen Yuan to sit down, poured two large bowls of wine, and laughed, "Brother Wen, don't think you can drink this much. Your senior brother drank more than ten bowls in

one go." Wen Yuan glanced at Xiang Yang and said, "Senior brother, your internal injuries haven't healed yet; you shouldn't drink too much." Zhao Wanyan, who was sitting next to Xiang Yang, added softly, "Yes, Brother Xiang, even Young Master Wen says so. You should be more moderate." Xiang Yang, who was holding a wine bowl, overheard Wen Yuan and Zhao Wanyan... Having heard this, Yan had no choice but to put it down for the time being, and said with a smile, "Alright, alright. Junior brother, you come and drink with Uncle Ren."

Wen Yuan was not good with wine, and usually only had a few cups occasionally. Now, with a large bowl of wine in front of him, the smell of alcohol was overwhelming, and he couldn't resist it. He picked up the bowl and said, "Uncle Ren, I'll only drink this bowl. I can't handle any more." Ren Jianqing laughed and said, "If none of you drink, I'll have to drink alone later." The two drank from the same bowl, and then Wen Yuan switched to an ordinary wine cup.

Although it was daytime, everyone was tired after the battle and the journey. After eating and drinking their fill, everyone went upstairs to rest. Only Murong Xiu continued to drink by himself, without saying a word.

Lan Lingyu, Shi Niangzi, and Yang Xiaojuan were about to leave their seats and go upstairs. As they passed Murong Xiu's table, Lan Lingyu couldn't help but look at Murong Xiu, only to see that his eyes were fixed on empty space, ignoring the three of them. Lan Lingyu was furious, thinking, "You followed me here without saying a word, what's the meaning of this?" She couldn't fathom Murong Xiu's intentions, and had been incredibly annoyed the entire way. Murong Xiu's complete disregard for her only fueled her anger, leaving her with nowhere to vent. Thinking of the past humiliations she had suffered, and the memory of Murong Xiu's severed finger, she became even more irritated. With a flick of her head, she followed Shi Niangzi upstairs.

Meanwhile, Hua Xuan, unable to hold her liquor, hadn't drunk much but was already drowsy and had fallen asleep on the table. Little Murong helped Hua Xuan upstairs to rest. Wen Yuan, concerned for Zi Yuan, went back to her room first.

Upon entering, he saw Zi Yuan already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. Ling Yunxia was nowhere to be seen. Hearing the door open, Zi Yuan looked towards Wen Yuan and smiled slightly.

Wen Yuan gently closed the door and said, "Zi Yuan, why aren't you sleeping?" Zi Yuan hummed in response and whispered, "It's alright, I... I'm not tired anymore."

Seeing that although she had a smile on her face, she still looked tired, Wen Yuan immediately went over and sat down beside her, smiling slightly, "Don't push yourself too hard. If we want to avoid the Imperial Mausoleum Sect's pursuers, we might have to travel for the next few days. Rest as much as you can, it won't be good for your health." Zi Yuan responded, lowered her head, and smiled faintly again, as if she was happy about something.

Seeing Zi Yuan's gentle smile, Wen Yuan felt quite curious and asked, "Zi Yuan, is something funny?"

Zi Yuan lowered her head and whispered, "Nothing."

As she spoke, a faint blush rose on her face, her dimples appeared, and her smile was charming and beautiful. Wen Yuan couldn't help but be moved and gently embraced Zi Yuan. Zi Yuan turned to gaze at Wen Yuan, her eyes filled with deep affection, and said softly, "Young Master Wen, I have a question for you. You...you must answer seriously." Wen Yuan asked, "What is it?"

Zi Yuan blushed and parted her cherry lips, saying, "Young Master Wen, in your opinion, what is the most important thing in life?" Wen Yuan was taken aback, suddenly feeling something was amiss, and said, "This...why are you suddenly asking this?" Zi Yuan's cheeks flushed, and she said softly, "Just answer."

Wen Yuan hummed a few times, saying, "This...this..." He hummed a few more times, unsure how to speak, but then he saw Zi Yuan smile shyly and say softly, "Your important thing is to take good care of Xuan-mei, Yin-mei, and me, so that we may be safe and happy, and always have laughter, right?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Yuan immediately exclaimed "Oh dear!" and was extremely embarrassed, saying, "You...you...how could you..." He was speechless for a moment. Seeing his obvious surprise, Zi Yuan covered her mouth and smiled, whispering, "You and Mr. Han were talking in the courtyard downstairs, and Miss Ling heard you and woke me up. I... I heard it too."

Knowing that Zi Yuan had overheard his conversation with Han Xuqing, Wen Yuan blushed and immediately became embarrassed and at a loss for words. Although he and Zi Yuan often exchanged sweet words and expressed their love, these words were spoken in defiance of his master and to defend Zi Yuan and Xiao Murong, so their meaning was different. At first, Zi Yuan hid by the window, not daring to peek out, afraid of being discovered by the two. Hearing Han Xuqing question her integrity and moral character, mentioning her improper background and being a courtesan, she felt both pain and worry. She feared that Wen Yuan's feelings would change under Han Xuqing's stern rebuke, and that he would silently accept it, thus wasting her deep affection. Unexpectedly, Wen Yuan would rather offend his elders openly than be subservient or hypocritical, and instead wholeheartedly protect her and Xiao Murong. How could this not make her overjoyed? These few words were more effective than a thousand sweet nothings. Zi Yuan felt a warmth in her heart, and overjoyed, she couldn't sleep anymore. She kept thinking about Wen Yuan's words, and the more she thought about them, the sweeter they became. At this moment, Wen Yuan was beside her. After much deliberation, she spoke frankly, forgetting her shyness.

Wen Yuan composed himself slightly, tightening his grip on Zi Yuan's arms. He whispered, "Zi Yuan, you...you mustn't take what Uncle Han said seriously. He knows too little about you. Those words...you don't need to take them too seriously." Zi Yuan leaned against Wen Yuan's chest, shy and speechless. She whispered, "I won't mind. I'll forget what he said about me soon enough. But...I'll never forget what you said."

Wen Yuan's heart skipped a beat. Hearing Zi Yuan's soft words, he felt a surge of emotion. He couldn't help but reach out and stroke her face, gently turning her around for a deep kiss. After the kiss, Zi Yuan's whole body flushed, her face growing even more shy. She whispered, "Are you...are you tired?" Wen Yuan whispered, "A little bit." Zi Yuan lowered her voice even further, saying, "Then...then...if it's okay, let's...let's..."

As she spoke, her face turned completely red. She pointed to the bed, her heart filled with unspoken words, too shy to utter them.

Seeing Zi Yuan's sudden initiative, Wen Yuan couldn't remain unmoved. His heart stirred, and he whispered in her ear, "You just said we shouldn't share a bed." Zi Yuan's body trembled, her expression shy and hesitant. She said bashfully, "Yes...yes, but...but...I...I really...I'm so happy." After a slight hesitation, she said very softly, "Young Master Wen, today...I won't be as afraid as last time." Her words were gentle and melodious, full of tender emotion, yet her clear eyes held a firm resolve.

Wen Yuan recalled their intimate encounter in the outskirts of the capital, which had touched upon her past traumas. He had never known how to help her overcome them, so he had always avoided mentioning intimacy during their romantic conversations. Then, she mustered her courage and spoke for herself, revealing the sincerity of her feelings for him, surpassing all others in the world. He felt both tenderness and emotion, and whispered, "Ziyuan, I... I really can?"

Ziyuan suppressed her shyness, managing to utter these words only when her heart was overflowing with joy and emotion. Her heart pounded, and hearing Wen Yuan's question, she blushed again, turning her head away and whispering, "Of course I can... no one but you. You... you want me... to be safe and happy, don't you?" Her voice grew softer with each word, a shy smile appearing on her face, her fair skin glowing pink, captivating all who heard it.

Hearing her words, Wen Yuan felt a surge of heat in his chest. He sat up straight and said, "Zi Yuan, I, Wen Yuan, will never betray you in this life." Zi Yuan lowered her head, her heart pounding with joy, like a drum. She whispered, "Me too, I... I will follow you forever in this life."

Their hands slowly clasped together, their lips met, and their intimate whispers echoed, filled with indescribable warmth and tenderness. At this moment, Wen Yuan's heart belonged only to Zi Yuan, and Zi Yuan's heart belonged only to Wen Yuan. They were both swept away by a whirlpool of tenderness, inseparable. Their kisses, embraces, and caresses were all expressions of deep affection, reaching the pinnacle of love.

Zi Yuan's heart fluttered. She nestled against Wen Yuan's ear and whispered, "Young Master Wen..." Her jade-like hands gently caressed Wen Yuan's upper body, slowly loosening his belt. Wen Yuan swept Zi Yuan up in his arms and gently placed her exquisitely beautiful body on the bed. At this moment, Zi Yuan was still wearing the men's clothing of the Dragon Palace Sect, but although the attire was different, it did not conceal her beauty. Upon seeing this, Wen Yuan couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Zi Yuan, you look so good in anything." Zi Yuan felt a sweet warmth in her heart and smiled, "These are what those people wear, I don't like them, so I'll take them off..." She stopped halfway through her sentence, her pink face gradually blushing. Wen Yuan continued, "Take them off...?" Zi Yuan lay on the bed, her face burning with embarrassment, already tacitly agreeing. Wen Yuan's heart skipped a beat. He took a deep breath, carefully reached out his hands, loosened her belt, and whispered, "Zi Yuan, would you like to sit up?"

Zi Yuan hummed in agreement and obediently sat up. Since her belt was now undone, her bodice was also open, revealing that she was still wearing her undergarment. At that moment, she was filled with a mixture of shyness and joy, her heart pounding wildly. With her clothes undone, her fair skin was revealed through a small amount of fabric, and a few drops of fragrant sweat slowly dripped down. Her beauty was tinged with an alluring charm, instantly causing Wen Yuan to tremble violently, almost losing control. He barely managed to calm himself down, placing his hands on Zi Yuan's shoulders and gently stroking them outwards. Whether it was because Zi Yuan's skin was too smooth, or because the clothes seemed to understand and retreat on their own, they slid down Zi Yuan's arms and gently landed on the bed.

With only the last small bodice remaining, Wen Yuan hesitated to act rashly. He peered at Zi Yuan's expression, noticing her hazy, dreamlike eyes. Though shy, she showed no resistance.

Just as Wen Yuan was about to remove the last piece of clothing covering her upper body, he heard Zi Yuan softly say, "Wait...wait a minute..." For Wen Yuan, Zi Yuan's feelings were more important than anything else. Hearing this, he stopped without hesitation and said gently, "Are you still afraid?" His tone was full of concern.

Zi Yuan shook her head and smiled, whispering, "You...you haven't truly seen my body yet...right?"

Wen Yuan nodded. Zi Yuan's pretty face flushed, and she whispered, almost inaudibly, "I...I can do it myself..." She reached behind her back, slowly closed her eyes, and untied the bodice's straps. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and with a release, the only garment covering her chest fluttered down.

Wen Yuan gasped softly, barely daring to breathe, feeling a slight dizziness and his blood boiling. The body before him was flawless, needless to say, yet its breathtaking beauty was indescribable. Her perfectly proportioned figure accentuated her snow-white breasts, complementing her rounded shoulders with a natural, effortless grace. A faint blush lingered beneath her skin, not only on Zi Yuan's delicate frame but also on her shy, radiant face.

Even with Wen Yuan's exceptional learning, his mind went blank. He thought, "How many poems, songs, and essays exist in the world? How many profound discussions and brilliant sayings? Yet… yet… Zi Yuan's body is so beautiful, how can anything adequately describe it?" In his heart, Zi Yuan's beauty surpassed even the "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River," far exceeding the "Qing Ping Diao," and even Cao Zhi and Li Bai, reborn, might not be able to capture its essence.

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