The Righteous Man's Search for His Wife [Complete] - 7

Chapter Ninety-Six: First, the Maids

. Xu Zhengqi drove off to find an inn. Lin Lan, having traveled a thousand miles to find her relatives, wouldn't just glance at Lin Daiyu and leave. She'd insist on staying at the Jia mansion for ten days to half a month—perfect for Xu Zhengqi.

Right now, I'm swamped with affairs.

I haven't seen my mothers, my grandmaster, and Li Ling'er for months, and I miss them dearly. Jinling City is a transportation hub connecting the north and south of the country, the geographical center of the Celestial Empire. It's most appropriate to send out a message here, waiting for the ladies to come looking for me.

Besides, there are countless travelers coming and going, making it easier to gather information throughout the country. Therefore, I plan to stay here for a month or two, waiting for the ladies to come to me.

Secondly, the two witches, Ying Shi and her companion, have been unconscious for at least ten days to half a month before waking up, and after that, they'll need at least a month of recuperation to fully recover.

It's not good for Sister Wu and Sister Wu to have so much body hair; they need to find a doctor and see if there's any possibility of a cure. Otherwise, wearing a veil and hat all day, unable to go out and play, will only make them sick from boredom. Although my disguise skills are extraordinary, they can only change appearances, not remove body hair.

One day, Sister Wu was so angry that she was about to shave her black hair with a razor. I was so frightened that I rushed forward, snatched the razor from her hand, and pointed at my clean-shaven chin, saying, "What if your body hair is like my beard? It grows back after shaving, and it gets thicker and prickly! What will we do then?"

Sister Wu was so angry that she scolded me for having unparalleled martial arts skills but being unable to cure her own wife's congenital condition. I was so ashamed that I wanted to disappear, which strengthened my resolve to search the world and cure the two sisters' body hair problem.

I had long anticipated that money could make the devil dance, so I found a large inn, drove in with my carriage, and booked a secluded courtyard. I dismissed the waiters, instructing them to simply deliver the meals to the gate daily.

Although the inn was large, some rooms were unoccupied; this secluded spot was a welcome respite from the hustle and bustle, a peaceful oasis amidst the chaos!

While Wu Zetian disliked quiet, she was not like she was centuries ago. If she were to seize power and declare herself Wu Zetian, wouldn't the world descend into chaos? Therefore, after my repeated admonitions, Wu Zetian finally succumbed in a fierce battle in bed, agreeing to my demands and remaining docile for two months.

Wu Zetian was naturally sexually voracious, and her skills were unparalleled. Each time we made love, it lasted half a day, often leaving me unable to get out of bed for three or four days, thus quelling her restless heart.

Early the next morning, I got out of Wu Zetian's bed, washed and dressed, and went to the next room to check on the two Wu sisters, who were also fast asleep. Satisfied, I set up Dragon Force Shields around the three rooms before heading to the Rongguo Mansion.

The Dragon Force Shields were something I had recently mastered; they not only protected me but also functioned as general defensive formations. When placed around the area, they even condensed true energy without dissipating, serving a defensive purpose. Only those possessing the aura of Dragon Force could pass freely through the space protected by the shields without being hindered.

Dragon Force was far superior to ordinary true energy cultivation techniques, so I wasn't afraid of anyone recognizing it. With my skill, I doubted anyone in the world could break through my protective barrier. Therefore, I felt at ease leaving the five women behind to go to the Rongguo Mansion to broaden my horizons.

I had already witnessed the luxury of the Rongguo Mansion from the outside yesterday, but I didn't know what it was like inside. I heard that the Rongguo Mansion had three or four hundred people, with four generations living together. This place was truly a veritable matriarchal society. In the vast Rongguo Mansion, everyone—from the head of the household to the stewards—was a woman.

The second-generation heir's sons were few and far between. While there were many servants, they couldn't compare to the sheer number of maids and servants. And because women ruled the Rong Mansion, the status of men was predictably low. So, out of these three or four hundred people, two or three hundred were women!

Since I began learning martial arts, I've been able to observe qi. Qi refers to human qi, earth qi, yin qi, and yang qi.

Just by looking at the wisps of bluish yin qi emanating from the Rong Mansion, I knew it was located in an extremely yin place on earth. Although it possessed great fortune, it ultimately resulted in more daughters than sons being born! What lustful man wouldn't yearn for such a wondrous place?

Therefore, when I returned to the Rong Mansion, I immediately ordered the doorman to take me to see the steward, Wang Xifeng.

Wang Xifeng was talking to a beautiful maid when someone announced, "The Lin family's son-in-law has come to pay his respects!"

Fengjie hurriedly ordered, "Quickly, invite him in!"

I entered the room, and Wang Xifeng personally greeted me as soon as I stepped inside. She was radiant and exuded the air of a shrewd and capable businesswoman. She was dressed as she had yesterday, except for a slight dark circle under her eyes. It couldn't escape my notice; she must have had something on her mind last night and hadn't slept well, as even rouge and powder couldn't completely conceal it.

Beside her was a maid, also beautiful as a flower, a perfect pair with Wang Xifeng. She appeared to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, her eyes darting around, occasionally furrowing her brow. Clearly, she was not a weak woman and possessed a strong will.

Although she was pretty, she was far inferior to Wang Xifeng, and on par with the young girl I had several encounters with at the Assassin's Manor.

Seeing that she served tea and water without Wang Xifeng's prompting, offering tea and a seat without uttering a single word, it was clear that this young maid was clever, quick-witted, and capable; her interpersonal skills far surpassed those of a peerless expert like myself.

Wang Xifeng, with a rosy smile, greeted me warmly and attentively upon my arrival.

I, naturally charming to women, was delighted by her deliberate flattery, and the two of us sat down, even engaging in playful banter.

I asked meaningfully, "I've heard that Sister Feng is the wife of Young Master Lian, but where has he been?"

Sister Feng, experienced and discerning, sensed my expression and knew I was interested in her. Overjoyed, she kept it hidden, replying, "I don't know. He's rarely seen; who would pay attention to him every day?"

This fleeting look of delight in Wang Xifeng's eyes did not escape my keen observation; her attempt to conceal her true feelings was utterly laughable to me. It seems that while this fiery Feng has her own way of dealing with people, she's still a student when it comes to handling relationships.

I laughed and said, "Young Master Lian, perhaps someone tripped you up on the road, and you're reluctant to come back?"

Feng said, "Who knows? You men, which one doesn't fall in love with every woman you see?"

I laughed and said, "Feng, please allow me to address you that way. You're mistaken, I'm not like that."

Feng laughed and said, "Oh, then your Madam Lin must have married a heartless, treacherous man?"

I suddenly stood up and said, "That's not right. Since ancient times, heroes have emerged from among the young, which hero didn't have three wives and four concubines? Our Emperor Taizu had three thousand beauties in his harem, isn't he a role model for us men?"

Wang Xifeng remained expressionless and mocked, "How can you, a mere commoner, compare to our Emperor Taizu?"

Although Wang Xifeng smiled, how could I not hear the scornful mockery in her words? With

a serious expression, I said to her, "Are kings and generals born with a special destiny? Emperor Taizu was nothing more than a beggar, a bald-headed monk, even less than I am today!"

The Rong family has always been known for its scholarly traditions, a typical feudal aristocratic family, and also relatives of the emperor. How could we allow such vulgar language to spread within the family? If it got out, wouldn't we be contradicting ourselves?

Immediately, Fengjie's face changed drastically. Her previous smile vanished, she slammed her hand on the chair, stood up angrily, and said with great authority, "Emperor Taizu was wise and decisive; how could you slander him so easily?"

I said with a forced smile, "I'm telling the truth. Emperor Taizu himself has spoken about his youth. Do you think Emperor Taizu would slander himself?"

Although Wang Xifeng had a sharp tongue, she couldn't out-argue me. Just then, someone came to report that a daughter-in-law of the Ning Mansion, named Qin Keqing, had suddenly fallen seriously ill. Madam Xing and Madam Wang invited Fengjie to go and visit her.

I already disliked Wang Xifeng because of her stubbornness. Although she was quite beautiful, our personalities clashed. This was a good excuse to visit my niece, Daiyu. Wang Xifeng was also annoyed. Now that she had such a good way out, she quickly ordered Ping'er—her maid—to take me to Lin Daiyu's residence.

She added that there had been many things to do these past few days, and that Grandmother Jia and Old Madam Shi were not feeling well. She would take my husband and me to pay our respects the next day.

So, following the little maid Ping'er, we made our way to Lin Daiyu's place, turning left and right.

This Ping'er, although not tall, had a remarkable figure. She had a full, pert bottom, small breasts, and firm, shapely skin, showing no signs of looseness. She was clearly a virgin.

Ping'er led the way, her two buttocks swaying from side to side, incredibly alluring and captivating. As a maidservant in the Marquis's mansion, she had learned much etiquette, and her walk was no less graceful than that of the young ladies of noble families. This further fueled my lustful thoughts, all rushing to my lower abdomen.

The Rong Mansion was built in a yin place, which clashed with my own yang energy, which is why I couldn't help but flirt with Wang Xifeng the moment I saw her. Looking around, the mansion was vast, but the back courtyard where the ladies lived was deserted. Just then, we came to a small flower garden, filled with all sorts of exotic flowers and trees, making it seem even more secluded and quiet.

This was a godsend.

As a slave to desire, an animal driven by its lower body, I could no longer restrain myself. I grabbed Ping'er, who was leading the way, and silenced her. My hard lower body pressed against her small, pert buttocks, rubbing incessantly.

Ping'er was terrified, never having experienced such a shock before. She tried to speak but couldn't, only whimpering. She wondered if she had encountered a ghost.

Just as she was being held, a long, stick-like object was pressed against her lower body. Turning around, she saw it was none other than the nine-foot-tall Lin family son-in-law.

Living in a large mansion, how could she not know such things? Her master, Jia Lian, had tried to take advantage of her several times. If it weren't for Wang Xifeng's jealousy and threats, Jia Lian would have already succeeded.

She never imagined that her carefully guarded virginity would be destroyed by a lecherous man she had only met twice. For a moment, she struggled frantically, desperate to escape.

I chuckled and said, "Go ahead and struggle, no one will see. Little girl, it's your good fortune to be with me. Being my concubine is much better than living in fear and uncertainty in this mansion, struggling to survive."

Ping'er was no longer listening to anything and struggled desperately, which ignited my anger and lust. I wasted no more time and unleashed my aphrodisiac energy, which quickly turned her face red, her body burning hot, and her legs tightly pressed together, making my penis feel extremely uncomfortable.

I touched her small breasts through her clothes, finding a unique pleasure in it. Without even removing her clothes, I tore off her skirt and pulled down her panties, thrusting forcefully into her wet, enchanting place…

In the dazzling, century-old Rongguo Mansion, in a secluded courtyard, on the green grass, a nine-foot-tall, richly dressed young man, his lower body rising and falling, in and out, like a pile driver, performing rhythmic up-and-down movements.

Ping'er, the maid, almost fainted from the pain of the first few thrusts, but fortunately, my aphrodisiac energy was incredibly profound; within twenty thrusts, she had already entered a state of ecstasy. Although her body had long since yielded to me, her mind was still clear. Her large eyes looked at my face with deep-seated hatred, only showing a hint of confusion at the moment of climax.

My stamina was astonishing; Ping'er climaxed three or four times, yet I showed no sign of fatigue. She had heard rumors of Wang Xifeng and Jia Lian's sexual encounters, and from the experienced maids and wet nurses she'd heard so much about it. They all said men were useless, finishing in bed after only a few thrusts, lying on top of women like dead dogs.

Jia Lian was even worse; the moment Wang Xifeng uttered her first cry, he'd ejaculate instantly, the only sounds in the room being Jia Lian's loud snoring and Wang Xifeng's soft curses.

Now, she truly couldn't believe that this lecherous rapist could make her ejaculate again and again, several times, experiencing a near-death experience, a feeling she couldn't resist, which had inevitably taken root in her heart.

Although Ping'er hated me, she couldn't help but admire my stamina, thinking to herself, "There are such strong men in the world! No wonder Sister Feng's heart races at the sight of me, and she can't eat or sleep because of him." Ping'er

was secretly startled, feeling guilty, "Could it be that I've fallen for him?" "Bah! That little lecherous thief raped me on his very first visit to our manor! I'll definitely get my revenge!"

Thinking this, my eyes glazed over, my teeth clenched, and I looked utterly filled with hatred.

I continued my actions, but felt that doing this without making a sound wouldn't be satisfying. So I said, "Are you planning to tell Sister Feng about me raping you, so she'll take me to the authorities and sentence me to confiscation of my property, extermination of my family, and beheading?"

Ping'er looked at me in surprise, clearly I had guessed her thoughts, and disbelief filled her eyes.

Seeing her frightened expression, I laughed even harder, teasing her, "Aren't you afraid I'll rape you first, then kill you, and destroy the evidence?"

Ping'er was also startled, but then she thought, if I wanted to kill her, why would I tell her?

A smile played at the corners of her lips, which I found even more alluring. I thrust harder, until her flower bloomed, and she was drenched in sweat, before saying, "Don't you believe me? Look..." As I spoke, I reached out and gently grabbed the trunk of a nearby pear tree, squeezing it lightly, sending wood chips flying.

Ping'er stared in disbelief, unable to comprehend that such a strong person existed in the world, so easily hollowing out the trunk of a pear tree that would take an axe half a day to chop.

"How about that? Are you scared?"

Ping'er finally felt the fear of death, but when she met my eyes, a huge weight lifted from her heart.

Although my face was fierce, my eyes were clear as autumn water and warm as a beacon. Knowing I was just bluffing, she smiled again, thinking to herself, "This big guy, he's like a child, always playing pranks."

She smiled, and I shook my head helplessly, feigning dejection, saying, "Alas, I never thought that someone with unparalleled martial arts skills couldn't even deceive a person. What a failure, what a failure."

Ping'er chuckled, extending her small fist that had been hitting me, and lightly punched me. I took her hand, put it in my mouth, and kissed it, saying, "So fragrant, so fragrant!"

Now that the ice between us had melted away, I released her speech acupoint.

"Pah!" Ping'er lightly scolded, "You scoundrel, you shameless rogue, you filthy lecher!"

After a while of playful fighting, Ping'er said in a low, resentful voice, "Now that I've given you my virginity, you can do whatever you want with me."

I quickly swore that I would never betray her, that even if I had many other women around me, I would never forget her, never betray my heart, never break my promise.

Ping'er said, "Who can say for sure what will happen in the future? Whether your heart will change, you yourself may not even know. It's just that we poor women suffer."

I tried to reason with her, telling her how skilled I was in martial arts and how much money I had.

Ping'er finally laughed and said, "Hmph, what endless money? It's all from robbery." I was puzzled and asked, "How do you know my money was stolen?"

Ping'er scolded me, "Although I'm just a maid, I'm not stupid. Even a maid from a powerful and wealthy family like mine dares to rob in broad daylight, so what in the world wouldn't you dare to do? Besides, with your carefree and dissolute nature, what method would you think of to make money?"

I exclaimed loudly, "Indeed, every woman in the Jia family is the cream of the crop!"

Without thinking, I spoke a little too loudly, which attracted footsteps. Startled, Ping'er quickly got up and abruptly got off me. As she stood up, a "pop" sound came from where we were joined, making Ping'er's legs go weak, and she fell back onto my waist. Unfortunately, her lower body was again directly penetrated by me, causing her to groan in pain!

Truly, extremes beget their opposites; pleasure turns to sorrow. To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter!

Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Widow Li Wan

Now, let's talk about Xu Zhengqi raping Ping'er. Ping'er, having no other choice, was moved by his actions. Just as the two were enjoying themselves to the point of oblivion, footsteps came from the courtyard. Judging from the sound, it seemed to be the footsteps of a woman and a child.

Why would I be worried at all? Ping'er, startled, fell back onto me, the hard, massive object piercing her flower, reaching right to her heart, almost bringing tears to her eyes.

I chuckled, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. With your husband here, even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up."

Ping'er winced in pain and retorted irritably, "Hmph, even though you're half a person taller than me, aren't you still beneath me now?"

I said, "Aren't you afraid someone will see us?" The footsteps drew closer. Though Ping'er said she wasn't afraid, she was terrified inside. The rules in the Jia family were extremely strict, especially after Feng Jie took power. She was ruthless and efficient, and everyone, from top to bottom, was completely subdued by her methods.

If someone discovered an unmarried affair, a maid having an affair, wouldn't she be beaten to a pulp and paraded through the streets by the authorities? Even if she died, she wouldn't have the face to live in this world.

She dared not make a sound again. Seeing that I was about to speak again, her flushed face turned deathly pale. She quickly covered my mouth with her small hand, her big eyes looking at me pitifully, begging me not to speak.

I nodded in understanding, and she released her hand. I then pointed to my lower body, meaning: "We're still connected, should we separate?"

Ping'er quickly shook her head, clearly frightened by the "pop" sound earlier, afraid someone would hear the noise and come looking for her—that would be terrible!

In just a short while, the footsteps were very close. Looking up, I could only see two figures, one large and one small, clearly a mother and child. The child looked no more than seven or eight years old, while the woman dressed as a young woman was exceptionally voluptuous and alluring, with full hips and large breasts. Although she was very thin, her private parts were unusual, clearly disproportionate to her slender figure. From the side, her large breasts were pert and prominent, her plump buttocks swaying from side to side with her gait, a sight that sent shivers down one's spine.

When she turned around, I couldn't help but secretly admire her. What a beautiful, mature young woman! Her slender, jade-like face was comparable to that of a national beauty. Her plain clothes, though not particularly eye-catching, accentuated her full hips and pert breasts, making her extremely pleasing to the eye. In terms of looks, she wouldn't be much less beautiful than Wang Xifeng. However, her jade-like face was ashen and lifeless, as if nothing in the world, except for her son, could catch her eye.

After all, she was a mature woman, someone who had been through it all, unlike Ping'er, a naive girl. Looking at the mature woman's full breasts, compared to Ping'er, she immediately paled in comparison.

My heart stirred, my eyes fixed on the woman, watching her every move, while my lower body, ignoring Ping'er's reluctance, slowly began to move.

Ping'er, having served Wang Xifeng, was adept at reading people and observing their expressions. Seeing me glancing at others while simultaneously making advances on her, how could she not know? A jealous jar churned within her, waves of sourness rising in her heart. Finally, unable to restrain herself, she reached for my waist, venting her anger fiercely.

I nearly cried out in pain, but the young woman with her son stopped to admire the scene. Although they were a bit far away, she dared not make a sound, but her movements became even more vigorous, until Ping'er's eyes rolled back. It took a while before she stopped, panting softly against my chest.

I whispered in her ear, "Who is that young woman?"

Ping'er whispered angrily, "I won't tell you!"

I immediately gave her another thrust, only stopping when she begged for mercy in my ear.

"You filthy men are all the same, always wanting more than you have," Ping'er lamented her misfortune, having her virginity taken by such a lecherous scoundrel.

I scoffed, saying, "I'm naturally different from other men. Without hundreds or thousands of women, you simply can't satisfy me!"

Ping'er stared wide-eyed in disbelief, saying, "I've seen plenty of boastful men, but I've never seen one as outrageous as you."

"Don't be so skeptical!" I said softly, stroking her damp hair. "Think carefully about how many times you've ejaculated. Have I ever ejaculated?"

Ping'er thought about it, and indeed, she was now completely exhausted from ejaculation, at least seven or eight times. Her lower body was already swollen, and although it hurt, she felt even more urge for him to take liberties with her. Was he made of iron?

Then he said, "You're quite something. They say a woman follows her husband wherever he goes, whether he's a chicken or a dog. Since I've married a lecherous scoundrel like you, I guess I have no choice but to go along with it."

Ping'er whispered in my ear, "That woman's surname is Li, and her given name is Zhi. She's the wife of Jia Zhu, the eldest son of Lady Wang, and that boy is her son, Jia Lan. Jia Zhu died before he was twenty, leaving them, a widow and orphan, in this world. She's indifferent to everyone else, focusing solely on raising Jia Lan. Her only wish in life is for her son to succeed."

I said, "I never imagined that all the men in your Jia family are short-lived. Are there any who haven't died young? I really want to see, to broaden my horizons, to open my eyes to the world ." "This is an eye-opener," Ping'er said.

"Although the Rong Mansion is extremely wealthy, this generation of descendants is the most unworthy. I'm afraid no one can support this family. I never thought that the dignified Rong Mansion would have no successor."

I said, "I heard that the most favored child in the mansion is a boy born with a jade in his mouth. I wonder how old he is this year?"

Ping'er said, "You mean our Second Master Bao, Jia Baoyu?"

I teased, "Second Master? He's a treasure. Judging from how you address him, he's only the second son. He must be a weakling."

Although Jia Baoyu was a "treasure" of the Rong Mansion, in Ping'er's eyes, he was the most useless, not even as good as the studious Jia Lan.

After Li Wan and her son Jia Lan disappeared into the courtyard, I unleashed another gust of wind, and Ping'er's torrential rain was quickly brought out. In the end, she begged for mercy and did whatever I asked, and only then did I let her go.

The two of them straightened their clothes and hair, but they were still disheveled. I wasn't too bad looking, but Ping'er, being a woman, was adorned with jewels, her hair was disheveled, and she was covered in sweat. Her light silk dress clung to her body, making her extremely uncomfortable. How could she possibly appear in public like this?

In the end, I had no choice but to use my light-footed skills. Guided by Ping'er, I moved like a gust of wind, at a speed invisible to the human eye, and sent her back to her bedroom. Now she finally had a slight understanding of my abilities, and from then on, she admired me even more, no longer getting jealous easily. Because she had already decided that I was a terrestrial immortal, someone who could fly, how could she, an ordinary person, concern herself with the affairs of immortals?

So, she gave me a token, saying that as long as I hung it on my waist, I could move freely throughout the Jia mansion.

I was overjoyed. After receiving it, Ping'er fell asleep from exhaustion. I covered her with a blanket, gently closed the door, and went out for a stroll.

I had intended to visit Lin Lan and Lin Daiyu again, but when I saw Lin Daiyu yesterday, she seemed like a sickly beauty, quite temperamental, and didn't give me a very warm welcome. It seemed she wasn't particularly fond of men. I figured she was probably busy whispering sweet nothings to Lin Lan. Having made up my mind, I simply strolled around the Rong Mansion.

After walking a short distance, some servants saw a young man I didn't recognize, about nine feet tall. They were about to approach and question me, but seeing me casually dangling the jade pendant at my waist, none of them dared to come forward to inquire.

This Lin mansion was indeed a rare land of women. Everywhere I looked, there were beautiful women, and maids and servants everywhere. The male servants, however, were all very quiet and submissive, not daring to make a sound, living a pathetic existence, like eunuchs who had been castrated, lacking any manly spirit.

As I walked, I suddenly came to a very secluded courtyard. There wasn't a single servant woman in sight, and the courtyard was very simple and clean, without a single flower or plant. I thought to myself, "I never imagined that the wealthy Jia mansion would have such a simple place."

Walking further in, a young woman suddenly emerged from the inner room. Looking up, I recognized her as none other than the widow Li Wan!

Li Wan had just returned from sending her son Jia Lan to school, and suddenly felt restless and agitated. The desire she had been suppressing every night suddenly erupted. She dared not touch her body; it was burning hotter than fire. She had always been chaste and widowed, and widows are often the subject of gossip. She maintained her purity, feigning indifference to avoid trouble, always stepping aside in the face of conflict.

But she didn't understand that sex is a fundamental human desire. She herself had a very strong libido, and since her husband died in her widowhood, she had vowed to remain a widow for Jia Zhu until old age, never to remarry.

But even the most potent desires must eventually overflow, and passion must be quenched. Her desperate suppression violated the body's physiological rules, and in the long run, it would inevitably lead to illness. Neither yin nor yang can thrive alone; within ten years, she would surely perish.

I had seen all of this when I first met her, and now her inner fire burned even brighter, like an ant on a hot pan, restless and agitated.

Li Wan came out and unexpectedly saw a giant, nine feet tall. She was secretly startled. She had heard that Lin Daiyu's aunt and uncle had visited yesterday, and their uncle was a nine-foot-tall young man not yet twenty. Could this be him?

Although Li Wan was as cold as ashes, she wasn't indifferent to worldly affairs. On the contrary, to better protect herself and her son, she cared quite a bit about everything in the Jia family. Otherwise, how could she have become the president of the Xiaoxiang Poetry Society?

"May I ask if you are Master Xu?" Li Wan's words instantly dispelled the gloom in the courtyard. What a beautiful and sweet widow, her voice sweet and alluring, almost bewitching.

"I am indeed Xu. I asked Sister Feng for a token and was strolling around the mansion to enjoy the scenery, but I didn't expect to accidentally wander into Madam's private quarters." I bowed with my hands clasped, trying to look like a scholar, which felt extremely awkward.

Li Wan chuckled and said, "I've heard that Master Xu is a wanderer of the Jianghu (江湖, the martial arts world). There's no need for such scholarly formalities."

I was quite embarrassed and chuckled, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

Li Wan laughed even harder, covering her mouth with her sleeve, her delicate charm barely concealed. The unease in my heart suddenly vanished without a trace, leaving Li Wan bewildered, but her mood naturally improved considerably.

"What? Won't Madam invite me in for a cup of tea?"

Li Wan never kept men in her room, fearing gossip. Now in a better mood, she quickly beckoned me inside.

Once inside, she instructed a maid to pour tea and offer me a seat. The maid, as if seeing an alien, scrutinized me from head to toe, her wariness evident.

Li Wan quickly scolded, "You little hussy, get out of the way! Master Xu is Daiyu's uncle."

After the maid left, after a few pleasantries, I confided my innermost thoughts.

"Madam's days are numbered."

Li Wan was shocked. "Master Xu, why do you say that?"

I didn't answer but instead asked, "Does Madam often suffer from lust in the dead of night?"

Li Wan was slightly annoyed; how could she possibly discuss such a woman's private matters with a grown man?

I asked again, "Madam, are you often troubled and unable to calm your mind?"

"How did you know?"

"I also know that you were very troubled before seeing me, and only calmed down after seeing me."

Li Wan finally believed me and said, "Master Xu, are you perhaps a fortune teller?"

I laughed heartily and said, "Those fortune tellers in the martial arts world are just trying to swindle a few coins to make a living. How can they compare to a martial arts master like me?"

Li Wan was shocked. She had heard that martial arts masters were mostly wandering heroes who robbed the rich to help the poor, and were all highly skilled hermits. These people were not under the control of the government; one should not offend them, for they were even willing to kill officials.

"Master Xu, then tell me, what illness do I have?" Li Wan asked anxiously.

"Does Madam know the principle that yin cannot produce life alone, nor yang can grow alone?"

"What yin and yang, I know nothing of medicine."

"Then do you know why people get married?"

"Isn't it to continue the family line?"

"That's right. Men are yang, women are yin. Only when yin and yang unite, and heaven and earth are in harmony, can yin and yang converge and produce offspring." He paused, and seeing Li Wan's unwavering belief, continued, "I observe that Madam is of pure yin constitution, naturally possessing a strong libido that ordinary men cannot withstand. Now, you are struggling to suppress the fire within you, which will inevitably backfire. I fear that when your son achieves academic success, it will be the day Madam's soul returns to the underworld."

Li Wan, however, was not stupid. Somewhat angry, she said, "You lecherous devil, you pervert, how dare you flirt with me in front of me, bullying a widow like me!"

She had already pushed her maid far away, so her words were no longer heard.

“Madam, why be angry? I am a man of the martial world, but I am also a man of my word. I am not a bad person, how could I stand by and watch someone die?”

“Hmph, according to your logic, the best thing for me to do to cure my illness is to find a man?”

“That’s right.” I nodded confidently. “And the man who will cure my illness is you, right?”

“That’s right.” *Bang!

* Li Wan slammed her hand on the table and chair angrily, saying, “I’ve seen many lecherous devils like you, but I’ve never seen one as shameless as you. Today, I’ll spare you for the sake of Lin Daiyu. Mr. Xu, please leave. I won’t see you off.” As she spoke, she made a gesture of dismissal, clearly intending to drive away this uninvited guest.

I slowly rose, suddenly pressing close to her, and said, "Believe it or not, it's up to you. Your life is your own, and I can't dissuade someone who wants to die. Besides, as I just said, ordinary men can't beat you in bed. At best, they'll be like your philandering, good-for-nothing husband, dying soon enough.

Let me tell you something else: I'm naturally gifted; my manhood is several times larger than ordinary men's, and my skills in bed are unparalleled. I'm afraid only I can save you."

Li Wan was interrupted by my sharp retort. Just as I was about to scold her, a blur appeared before my eyes, and Master Xu had vanished without a trace, leaving only his loud laughter echoing in my ears.

Li Wan was like a solitary plum blossom, its fragrance born of bitter cold. Her character was remarkably resolute, unlike the maid Ping'er. Moreover, she was a young widow, and everything she did was for the sake of her only son. If I were to force myself on a woman like this, she might end up like Lin Lan, drowning herself, resulting in mutual destruction and not benefiting me much.

I'm naturally a womanizer and can't bear to see women die. If I were to harm an ordinary person because of my own actions, wouldn't I truly become a lecherous villain? That's something I don't want. Another reason I'm letting Li Wan go for now is that games always need a bit of difficulty; otherwise, they're too bland and lack flavor. The easier something is to obtain, the less we cherish it. I'll cast a long line to catch a big fish. Li Wan, I'm going to steal you away, body and soul!

It's just like the saying: "Peach and plum blossoms in spring bear fruit, but in the end, who is like a pot of orchids?

Like ice and water, they are mutually envious, becoming mere laughingstocks for others.

" To find out what happens next, please listen to the next chapter!

Chapter Ninety-Eight: Catching Adultery

Now, after being chased out of the courtyard by Li Wan, I was wandering around like a headless fly. Suddenly, I saw two boys, about fifteen or sixteen years old, walking towards me. They were arm in arm, acting furtively, peeking around like thieves.

I quickly hid in the shadows, thinking to myself, judging by their fine clothes, could they be up to something shady?

As they approached, I could already see their appearance clearly. The one on the left was a taller, handsome young man:

he wore a jeweled purple-gold crown, a gold headband with two dragons chasing a pearl, a bright red robe with two-colored gold butterflies and flowers, a long tasseled sash with colorful silk knots, a dark blue brocade jacket with eight floral medallions and tassels, and light blue satin boots with pink soles. His face was like the moon on Mid-Autumn Festival, his complexion like spring flowers, his sideburns as if cut by a knife, his eyebrows like ink paintings, his face like peach petals, and his eyes like autumn waves. Though angry, he seemed to smile; even in a stern gaze, he possessed affection. Around his neck hung a golden dragon necklace, and a five-colored silk ribbon tied to a beautiful jade.

Could this woman-like man be Jia Baoyu, the favored son of the Jia family?

I was right! He was indeed the transvestite who had grown up surrounded by women, and whose very mannerisms had become feminine—Jia Baoyu!

His face was like powder, his lips like rouge, his glances full of affection, his words always tinged with laughter. A natural charm resided in his brows; a thousand emotions were poured into the corners of his eyes. His appearance was most striking, yet his true nature remained a mystery. Later generations wrote two poems in the *Xi Jiang Yue* style, aptly describing Baoyu: "He seeks sorrow and hatred for no reason, sometimes seeming foolish and mad. Though born with a handsome exterior, his inner self is but a weed.

He is inept at worldly affairs, stubborn and averse to reading. His behavior is eccentric and perverse, caring nothing for the world's slander!"

Wealth breeds ignorance of joy, poverty breeds unbearable desolation. Alas, such youth is

wasted, bringing no hope to the nation or family. The most incompetent in the world, unparalleled in unfilial conduct throughout history. A message to the pampered and privileged: Do not emulate this boy!

I've seen many dissolute young men, but never one with rouge and lipstick. What difference is there between him and those legendary cowherds?

And look at his gait—a swaying, unsteady gait. His thin frame—isn't he afraid of straining his back? Why wear men's clothes? He'd be more like a woman in women's attire!

And his companions—birds of a feather flock together, all are grotesque figures. One is a young man, half a head shorter than Baoyu, slightly thinner, with delicate features, a fair face and red lips, a handsome figure, and a charming demeanor, seemingly superior to Baoyu. Yet, he is timid and shy, with a girlish air, more feminine than Jia Baoyu!

Seeing their furtive appearance as they headed towards a secluded, empty house, could it be that they…?

Suddenly intrigued, I, with my naturally strong curiosity, wanted to see and examine all sorts of strange and unusual things. If they were truly doing such a disgraceful thing, it would be perfect to have leverage over one of the Jia family's "treasures," allowing me to openly and legitimately pursue the women of the Jia household. Sneaking around like this—how could a real man act like that? Heh heh…

Jia Baoyu looked around, seeing no one, and quickly pulled the young man into the empty room. He said, "Qin Zhong, brother, I can't wait any longer."

Qin Zhong said, "Baoyu, I'm still a little scared."

Jia Baoyu said, "What are you afraid of? I've already slept with my maid, Xiren."

"But she's a woman, how can two men like us do such a thing?" Qin Zhong still didn't understand.

Jia Baoyu said, "Whether it's possible or not is up to me. If Xue Pan can do it, why can't we?"

It turned out that Xue Pan was bisexual; he liked beautiful women and handsome young boys. After arriving at the Jia family mansion, Aunt Xue sent him to the clan's private school. He, however, picked a few handsome young men, gave them some money, and engaged in homosexual acts with them—everyone knew except his mother. How could his classmates Jia Baoyu and Qin Zhong not know?

One day, a student named Jin Rong, who was close to Xue Pan, couldn't stand the close and intimate behavior between Jia Baoyu and Qin Zhong. He said to them, "In the backyard, you kiss and touch each other's buttocks, one-on-one sex, pulling out grass roots to see who's longer, and whoever's longer goes first."

Because of this remark, the mischievous boys caused a ruckus in the school. Jia Baoyu and Qin Zhong were furious. After they punished Jin Rong, they were even more dissatisfied. Jia Baoyu, who was always curious, dragged Qin Zhong to an empty room to do "that kind of thing" and see what it was like.

Qin Zhong was more effeminate than a woman. Even Jia Baoyu felt ashamed of himself upon seeing him, thinking to himself, "How could there be such a person in the world! Now I seem like a mud pig or a mangy dog. I hate that I was born into this noble family. If I had been born into a poor family, I would have befriended him long ago, and my life would not have been in vain. Although I am more noble than him, I know that brocade and silk are nothing but coverings for this dead wood, and fine wine and lamb are nothing but filling my cesspool. The word 'wealth and honor' has been poisoned by me!"

On the other hand, Qin Zhong was also "infatuated" with Baoyu. He thought, "Indeed, Baoyu is loved by everyone. It's a pity that I was born into a poor family and cannot be intimate with him. I know that 'poverty' limits people and is one of the greatest unpleasant things in the world."

At that moment, the two hurriedly took off their pants, revealing their small, intestine-like penises. When I saw them, I almost burst out laughing. They were so small, like chopsticks.

Looking at that disgusting sight, I felt like vomiting.

Qin Zhong, covering his buttocks, turned to Jia Baoyu and asked, "Baoyu, does it hurt?"

Jia Baoyu said, "If you give in to me this time, I'll help you get that little nun Zhi Neng you fancy." He patted his chest, finally showing a little bit of manly spirit.

Qin Zhong's eyes lit up, "Really?"

Jia Baoyu said, "No doubt about it!"

Only then did Qin Zhong let him penetrate him, without even flinching, as if Jia Baoyu's penis was too thin to feel anything.

Leaving aside the sodomy and depraved acts of Jia Baoyu and Qin Zhong, let's talk about the little nun Zhi Neng.

Zhi Neng was a nun from the Mantou Nunnery, which was also known as the Shuiyue Nunnery, named for its delicious steamed buns. Do you, dear readers, remember Yue Chunxin, the reclusive disciple who framed Jiang Rubing and Jiang Rushui? She came from the Lengyue Nunnery.

One is called Lengyue (Cold Moon), the other Shuiyue (Water Moon).

Don't think such a coincidence is truly possible; indeed, these two nunneries are closely linked.

Lengyue Nunnery is a reclusive sect. Only when the world is in chaos will the nunnery send its elite disciples to assist in maintaining peace and protecting the people. From a so-called righteous perspective, Lengyue Nunnery is indeed a sect dedicated to saving the world.

But since it is reclusive, how does it possess such excellent intelligence? Why does it emerge to intervene whenever the world is in crisis?

You, the readers, may have already guessed—that's right, Shuiyue Nunnery is Lengyue Nunnery's intelligence agency.

How many nunneries are there in the world! Shuiyue Nunnery has branches all over the country, in famous mountains and rivers, and in bustling cities. Although the names differ, they are all under the jurisdiction of Shuiyue Nunnery. Don't underestimate Shuiyue Nunnery; it's a small nunnery, occupying only three or four acres. But who would know that it is the headquarters of the world's most powerful intelligence agency?

This is where Lengyue Nunnery's cleverness lies; intelligence gathering is all about secrecy.

Just a few minutes later, Jia Baoyu groaned, vomited, and collapsed onto Qin Zhong, panting heavily. Suddenly, they heard clapping, and someone exclaimed repeatedly, "Wonderful! Wonderful! I never thought men could have sex with men!"

The two inexperienced boys were so startled they froze on the ground, staring dumbfounded at the nine-foot-tall young master.

After a long while, Jia Baoyu, slightly braver, stammered, "You...you...who are you?"

I replied, "Speaking of which, I'm your elder. You know Lin Daiyu well; I'm her uncle, Xu Zhengqi."

Jia Baoyu had heard that Lin Daiyu's aunt had visited yesterday, but he never expected to be seen in such a shameful state by her relatives today. He was so ashamed he wanted to die, wishing he could crawl into a hole and hide.

Qin Zhong was so frightened he didn't dare utter a sound, barely daring to breathe, just clutching Jia Baoyu's clothes, completely at a loss.

I couldn't bear to look at their disgraceful state any longer and said, "Second Master Bao, why don't you quickly get dressed? If others see you like this, I can't guarantee it won't be revealed."

Jia Baoyu was a smart man; he sensed from my tone that I wouldn't spread the word, so the two of them hurriedly dressed. After dawdling for a while, they finally came to speak to me: "Aunt... Lin Daiyu and I are cousins, so I'll call you Uncle. Please don't tell anyone about what happened today, or Father will beat me to death."

I waved my hand and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, as long as I'm here, I guarantee your shameful secret will remain a secret. However..."

Although Qin Zhong had been frightened for a moment, he had recovered by now, knowing I wouldn't report them. Obviously, there were conditions involved. He quickly replied, "Uncle, if there's anything you need us to do, we'll do it if it's within our power."

I said, "I'm new here; there's nothing I can do for you. But if you ever need my help in the future, I hope you won't refuse."

Jia Baoyu quickly added, "Uncle, don't worry, even if there were a million things, we'd do it for you."

I laughed heartily and said, "That's wonderful, wonderful!"

Shuang said, "Nothing much today, and you two good nephews have been a bit frightened, so you should go back early."

Hearing this, the two of them finally felt relieved and hurriedly took their leave, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

A smile crept onto my lips; it felt so good to tease someone. But after only a short while, I felt disgusted and quickly fled, leaving that disgusting place behind.

...

Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Women of the Rong Mansion.

Xu Zhengqi, having stumbled upon a delightful spectacle and played a trick on Jia and Qin, left that wretched place in disgust and went straight to Lin Daiyu's residence, the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Meanwhile, Lin Lan and Lin Daiyu, aunt and niece, had spent the previous night in deep conversation. Lin Lan recounted her experiences over the past ten years, inevitably shedding tears when speaking of loneliness, but when it came to her relationship with Xu Zhengqi, it was a happy ending.

Lin Daiyu heard from her aunt that her nine-foot-tall, burly uncle was actually a rather gentle man, though sometimes quite wicked. She had been well-versed in literature since childhood, but she held the traditional views on women in contempt, always believing that love had to be fought for. Clearly, Lin Lan was currently deeply in love, and although married, her passion was no less than her own.

But when Lin Daiyu heard that her uncle had countless women... Despite her sickly appearance, she was unusually angry, saying, "All men in the world are indeed equally awful; not a single one is good."

Lin Lan teased her, "And what about your young master Bao?"

Lin Daiyu was too ashamed to look at Lin Lan, muttering, "He...he is certainly different from others."

But after a while, her expression suddenly changed, and she began to cry bitterly. Lin Lan was alarmed, not knowing why she was crying, and quickly comforted her. Lin Daiyu had always been a crybaby; once she started crying, she wouldn't stop. After crying for a long time and Lin Lan trying to comfort her, even the Buddha was getting annoyed. She suddenly thought for a moment and asked, "Did your young master Bao bully you?"

Seeing that Daiyu's expression was indeed different, Lin Lan became even more certain of her suspicion. She said, "Niece, don't worry. Your uncle is a peerless martial artist; no one in the world can rival him. If Jia Baoyu really bullied you, I'll have your uncle go and give him a beating."

Lin Daiyu was startled and even forgot to cry. She thought to herself, "That uncle is as strong as an ox, and Baoyu isn't strong; how could he withstand a beating?" She quickly stopped crying and hugged Lin Lan, saying, "Aunt, no!"

Seeing that this method was effective, Lin Lan said, "Alright, I knew it. With your personality, you wouldn't be happy living in the Jia family."

Lin Daiyu threw herself into Lin Lan's arms, calling out "Aunt—," and after sobbing, finally revealed the grievances in her heart.

Three years prior, after Lin Daiyu's mother's death, the Dowager Lady Shi of the Jia family, Lin Daiyu's maternal grandmother, pitied her own daughter's early passing and the loss of her only child. Fearing no one would care for her, she took Lin Daiyu to the Rongguo Mansion.

Initially, everyone in the Rongguo Mansion, because of the Dowager Lady's influence, flattered Lin Daiyu and treated her warmly. However, it wasn't long before the Dowager Lady's longing for her daughter faded, and she became cold towards Lin Daiyu. After all, in her heart, only Jia Baoyu was her most beloved. The preference for sons over daughters is unavoidable even in modern society, let alone in ancient times.

Lin Daiyu had always been proud and arrogant, always pampered by her parents at home, a "little princess" showered with love. But now, with her mother dead and separated from her father, even though it was her maternal grandmother's home, she inevitably felt like a dependent.

She fell from heaven to hell, from a "little princess" to a "wild child" without love or parental care! The emotional blow she experienced was unimaginable to those who hadn't personally gone through it. Add to that her naturally introverted nature; she kept everything to herself, swallowing her bitterness alone.

Surrounded only by maids and servants, she had no one she could confide in.

Everyone in the Rong Mansion treated her poorly, calling her "sharp-tongued" and "disdainful" behind her back.

How could she be blamed? A mere thirteen-year-old girl who had just arrived at the Rong Mansion, uttering a few harsh words, and people called her "sharp-tongued." Their perception of her as "disdainful" was simply due to her personality; she didn't want to concern herself with others and only wanted a quiet life.

In truth, none of the women in the Rong Mansion could compare to Lin Daiyu in beauty, and in a society dominated by women, jealousy was rampant. How could a weak woman like Lin Daiyu, so ignorant of social dynamics, possibly live peacefully in such a chaotic place as the Rong Mansion?

Now, things have taken a turn for the worse. A few days ago, Xue Baochai arrived at the Rongguo Mansion. She was also incredibly beautiful, only slightly less so than Lin Daiyu. But her advantage lay in her cheerful and outgoing personality, and her understanding of social etiquette was exceptional. Within days, she had become very popular with everyone in the Rongguo Mansion, and everyone praised her. Even Jia Baoyu hadn't come to chat with her these past few days, instead spending time with Xue Baochai. Lin Daiyu's budding first love had suffered such a severe blow, and her heart was filled with even greater bitterness.

Hearing this, Lin Lan's eyebrows furrowed, and she hugged Lin Daiyu, tears welling in her eyes, saying, "My poor, dear girl, it's all your fault, I've made you suffer so much in this snobbish family. Come on, tomorrow we'll move out of the Rongguo Mansion. What's the big deal? How can we let our only child suffer like this? You're still so young!"

Lin Daiyu remained silent. Seeing this, Lin Lan continued, "This isn't really our home. If we stay here, people will think we have ulterior motives!"

Lin Daiyu still didn't answer, only sobbing softly.

Lin Lan knew she couldn't bear to part with Jia Baoyu, and could only sigh, "What a tragedy, what a tragedy!" Knowing there are tigers in the mountains, yet still venturing into them. This is perhaps the best portrayal of a woman in love.

The next day, just as we were about to have lunch, we heard a maid announce, "Uncle is here."

I strode into the house, saw Lin Lan, and went up to her, pretending to hug her, saying, "Sister Lan, you've become even more beautiful in just one day! I've missed you so much!" Of course, Lin Lan usually spent her nights with the other women, and last night, without her, it really felt like something was missing.

Lin Lan dodged me, scolding playfully, "You shameless fellow! How can you do this to me in front of a junior like this?"

I pulled her into my arms and said, "The pleasures of men and women are human desires. Hugging and cuddling are natural human feelings. What's wrong with that? Let whoever sees, let them see. Let them say a few words of complaint; it won't hurt us. I'll just laugh freely to the heavens, caring nothing for what others say."

Lin Daiyu and her maid, Zijuan, looked at me with admiration, their hearts filled with awe. They thought to themselves, "What a truly upright man!" Lin Daiyu no longer regarded me as a "stinky man" and teased, "Uncle is indeed an extraordinary person."

I didn't understand what she meant and could only say, "You're too kind."

Lin Daiyu continued, "I wondered why Uncle had so many wives and concubines; it turns out he's a very 'easy-going' person."

I felt extremely embarrassed. How could Lin Lan reveal my secrets to such a stunning beauty? Wouldn't that ruin my plans to woo her?

Now, I was even more straightforward. Since she already knew, I said, "Who told your uncle to be so capable? I'm sincere to every woman, and I won't betray any woman who likes me."

Lin Daiyu, however, was somewhat displeased. Although she had seen many Jia family lords with multiple wives and concubines, she admired her own father the most. From beginning to end, he only married her mother. Therefore, the perfect husband in her heart could only belong to her alone. Even if he took concubines, it was only to satisfy his desires, while his heart could only belong to her.

So she snorted, "Uncle, I wonder how many hearts you have. How can you possibly give to so many women?"

I said, "You're not my woman, how do you know I can't give to them all?"

Lin Daiyu was taken aback by my words, but Lin Lan angrily pinched me and whispered in my ear, "You lecherous scoundrel, have you taken a fancy to my beautiful niece?"

I smiled without saying a word. Lin Lan had known me for so long and was very familiar with my smile. She was so angry that she took it out on my soft waist.

I picked up Lin Lan's chopsticks, grabbed some food, and shoved it into my mouth, exclaiming, "Delicious, delicious!" Lin Lan snapped, "Just ask Zijuan to get you another pair of chopsticks! How can you use someone else's?"

I continued eating, saying, "You're my wife, why are we being so formal?"

Lin Daiyu ignored me, but Zijuan, who was standing nearby, was lost in thought, imagining how incredibly happy it would be to marry my husband. She could tell just by looking at her aunt's ever-present happiness since her husband entered the room. Even as a concubine, she imagined it would be better than being with someone else.

Zijuan stared intently at my back, unnoticed by Lin Lan and me, but Lin Daiyu noticed and muttered under her breath, "You little slut, lovesick!"

The two women, who already had little appetite, were now even more satisfied. I devoured every last drop of food on the table, leaving the three women speechless with astonishment.

Lin Lan remarked how strange it was; she'd never seen me wolf down my food like this before. Little did she know, I had been busy all night and all morning without eating a single grain of rice.

After the meal, I was about to have a cup of tea, but Lin Lan suddenly became jealous and hurriedly chased me out. Although she knew perfectly well that if I set my sights on any woman, I would get my hands on her. But that's just how women are.

As I was leaving, I suddenly remembered and hurriedly asked her, "Where's Xiangling? Why hasn't she come for dinner?"

Lin Lan feigned anger and said, "I thought you'd forgotten about our goddaughter. Last night, she went out to play and happened to bump into Old Madam Shi. The old lady saw how cute she was and how romantic and innocent she was, saying that if she stayed with her for a few days, she would become young again. Xiangling also liked Old Madam Shi very much, saying she was like her own grandmother. So she went to stay with her for a few days."

I said, "Xiangling has only been happy for a few days, and you're already leaving her alone in someone else's house? Can you really let her be?"

Lin Lan said, "Daughters always have to grow up. Besides, she's much more mature now, and she's at the age where she's mischievous. She won't have many more years to play before she gets married." As she spoke, she intentionally or unintentionally gave me a sidelong glance.

Only then did I feel relieved enough to let Lin Lan send me out, and I strolled around the Rong Mansion at my leisure. Women always have endless things to talk about, and sure enough, Lin Lan and Lin Daiyu, the two beauties, simply sat on the edge of the bed, huddled under the covers, and chatted.

Now, I was bored out of my mind. Going to the inn was pointless; all the women were fast asleep. Visiting the Jia Mansion was equally pointless, except for a few women who were somewhat of a sight to behold. The pavilions and flowing water, the man-made scenery, seemed like child's play to me, hardly comparable to natural landscapes, utterly tasteless. There's nothing much to write about, so I'll leave it at that.

Thus, I spent my days in the Rongguo Mansion and my nights sleeping with Wu Zetian's women. Before I knew it, four or five days had passed.

These past few days, my relationship with the maids, Ping'er and Zijuan, had become much closer. These maids were also in their prime, the age of blossoming youth. Normally, they were neither high nor low in status. There were few young masters in the Jia Mansion, none of whom met their standards, and the servants, being of low status and uncouth, were all ignorant of matters of romance and pleasure.

But now I have this manly uncle, young, easygoing, and sincere. In just a few days, I've captivated countless young ladies and maids, all wishing I would marry them.

Although I've only been here a few days, I've already established a good rapport with the lower and middle classes of the Jia family, so I'm naturally aware of everything that's going on.

That day, as soon as I stepped into the Rongguo Mansion, Zijuan rushed out to greet me in a panic, saying, "It's terrible, it's terrible, young master! Something terribly wrong has happened!"

"What is it? Why are you making such a fuss? Be careful your little rabbit doesn't jump out and expose itself."

Zijuan was startled and actually looked down at her chest. When she saw that I had lied to her, she said angrily, "The sky has fallen, and you still dare to make fun of me."

"What is it?"

"Young master, it's terrible. Xiangling has been taken to Aunt Xue's room."

"Aunt Xue? I don't know her. So what?"

Zijuan became even more anxious and said, "Aunt Xue is fine, but the most important thing is that she gave birth to a wicked son—Xue Pan!"

"What? Xue Pan!" I immediately felt a sense of foreboding. I didn't expect that Xue Pan was also a relative of the Jia family. Now that Xiangling had been taken to Aunt Xue's house, wasn't this like a lamb being led to the slaughter?

I said urgently, "Where does Xue Pan live? Take me there quickly."

As soon as Zijuan pointed, I hugged her tightly. I was frantic. Before she could speak, I had already used my light-footed skill to traverse the countless paths within the Rongguo Mansion.

In less than a quarter of an hour, I was already standing in the Xue family's villa.

As soon as I stepped into the courtyard, I heard a woman's scream. I was furious. I put down Zijuan and kicked the door of the house. The violent dragon force struck the wooden door, turning it into dust, which then scattered in the air.

Although it was a hazy gray, it did not affect my vision at all. I saw Xiangling with her skirt and hair disheveled, her clothes torn in many places, and much of her fair skin exposed. She stood helplessly by the table, trying to avoid Xue Pan's pursuit.

The fat Xue Pan, with an ugly face, was clawing at Xiangling with his hands, a complete lecher. With a sudden crash, Xue Pan roared, "Which bastard dares to disturb your good time, Master Xue?"

When he saw who it was, he was terrified; it was none other than Xu Zhengqi, the very same ruthless devil who had brutally beaten him.

Xiangling, seeing me, rushed into my arms, crying, "Brother, save me—" Even in this critical moment, Lin Xiangling still mistook me for her brother.

I disregarded such trivial matters and glared at Xue Pan, saying, "I spared you last time hoping you would repent and start anew, but you're incorrigible. Don't blame me for being ruthless."

Xue Pan, already terrified, knelt on the ground, pleading, "Immortal, spare me! Immortal, spare me! I'll never dare again!"

I ignored him, walked over, and kicked him flying, smashing through the doors and windows before he crashed into the courtyard. There wasn't a trace of dragon energy in that kick; I was purely using my physical strength to beat him mercilessly. I wouldn't be satisfied until I beat him to death.

Xue Pan coughed up blood, lying on the ground coughing incessantly.

I raised my foot, kicking away the broken doors and windows, and slowly approached Xue Pan like a demon from hell amidst the billowing dust. Xue Pan screamed, "Mother, help—the King of Hell is coming to take me—" His shrill cry was like a ghost's wail.

Three or four servants had already run over, but upon seeing me, they fled far away. This fellow was practically a god; how could we mortals possibly defeat him? He could kill two if two came, or a whole team if a team came—he was a veritable killing machine.

Ignoring Xue Pan's screams, I rained blows upon him, beating him until he was utterly defeated, covered in dust and grime. Just as the beating was getting going, a loud "Stop!" rang out!

Xue Pan's mother, Lady Wang's sister, known as Aunt Xue, had arrived.

Aunt Xue, hearing Xue Pan's screams from inside, rushed over with a few maids. To her surprise, her precious son was being beaten black and blue by a nine-foot-tall man, looking completely unrecognizable. Enraged, she shouted, "Stop!"

I was also annoyed, but I stopped to see who it was.

What I saw stunned me.

Before me stood a noblewoman, surrounded by admirers.

This noblewoman had a face as bright as the Mid-Autumn Festival moon, eyes like autumn water, and was not tall, just over 1.6 meters. She had a large bust, and despite being in her forties, her breasts showed no signs of sagging. Her extremely voluptuous figure rivaled that of Yang Guifei. Her enormous breasts appeared even more voluptuous, stretching her splendid clothes tightly. Her waist was also extremely thick, but fortunately, there wasn't much excess fat, which only accentuated her enormous, full hips.

As she walked over, her entire body rippled and surged, making me dizzy and awkward. Her face was also round. I wondered how comfortable it would be to have such a beautiful woman on my bed. Perhaps she herself could be a soft jade bed.

I was dumbfounded, but that didn't mean she was as dumbfounded as I was. The beautiful woman shouted angrily, "Guards! Seize this villain!"

It was like throwing an egg against a rock, yet she was completely unaware of what was happening. What could a woman's opinion do? To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter!

Chapter 100 Xue Pan Sells His Mother

Now, Aunt Xue shouted angrily, "Guards! Seize this madman who dares to cause trouble in the Rong Mansion!" But after calling for a long time, no one answered.

Aunt Xue was initially skeptical, but still shouted angrily, ordering her servants to seize me. Xue Pan, however, was quick-witted and agile, crawling to her feet, but unable to stand. After a long while, he was finally helped up, trembling, by his maids.

I couldn't help but burst into laughter, saying, "Who dares to seize me? Your men have long since vanished in fear!"

Aunt Xue didn't believe me, looking around. Sure enough, besides herself, her son, and two or three maids, there was no one else. Furthermore, her courtyard was relatively quiet, surrounded by flowers, trees, and walls; although it was a huge commotion, there was no one outside.

Xue Pan's men, seeing me, this killing machine, were terrified and, to save their lives, immediately went back to their rooms, grabbed their blankets, and fled the Rongguo Mansion, scattering like birds and beasts. It was truly a case of "when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter"—their master hadn't even fallen yet, and they had all disappeared. So no matter how much Aunt Xue shouted, no one paid her any attention.

Aunt Xue then became somewhat worried. Although she was worldly-wise and, as the wife of an official, possessed a certain air of authority, it was always based on abusing her power. Now, without any "power," her pretty face paled, and she finally knew fear.

But Aunt Xue was fiercely protective of her son, still saying, "Who are you, daring to assault a court official? Aren't you afraid of being beheaded?" Xue Pan's father was a royal merchant, meaning someone who did business for the court, such as dealing in government salt. Unfortunately, Xue Pan's father died young, and the position of official merchant was hereditary. Xue Pan was hardly a businessman; naturally, his subordinates embezzled all the money. The official merchant business declined steadily.

Therefore, Aunt Xue's agreement to come to the Rongguo Mansion was quite straightforward. Seeking refuge was one reason, and another was to ensure her daughter, Xue Baochai, could enter the palace for the imperial concubine selection; having relatives in the Rongguo Mansion would be helpful.

I laughed heartily, laughing incessantly, leaving Aunt Xue bewildered and secretly astonished. This man wasn't afraid of officials?

Xue Pan, his face contorted in pain, stammered, "Mother, he... he is... the Yama who is chasing me in Yingtian!"

Aunt Xue was shocked. "What? Him?" The warning from the heavens still echoed in her ears, yet in less than ten days she had witnessed his true face.

Actually, I had long suspected Xue Pan had come to the Rongguo Mansion to hide from me, but fate had other plans. It seems fate is cruel; enemies are destined to meet. The world is indeed small, yet not so big!

Having laughed enough, I ignored Xue's mother and strode towards Xue Pan, ready to fight.

Xue Pan, as if seeing a demon, turned even paler, repeatedly crying, "Mother, Mother, save me!"

Although Xue Pan was utterly wicked and heinous, he was still Aunt Xue's child, born after ten months of pregnancy; no matter how bad he was, he was still a piece of her heart.

Aunt Xue stepped in front of me, blocking Xue Pan's path, her lips pale, and said, "Stop! You... what right do you have to hit my son?"

"What right? Your son Xue Pan is utterly wicked, a criminal who raped an innocent woman, deserving of death!"

"You're spouting nonsense, making empty promises. Do you have any evidence?"

I pointed to Lin Xiangling standing to the side and said, "My goddaughter Lin Xiangling, you and your son tricked her here, would it be a lie?"

Aunt Xue was shocked. Lin Xiangling was a guest she had invited from Grandmother Jia and Old Madam Shi. She had heard that Lin Xiangling was the goddaughter of Lin Daiyu's aunt, and that her aunt had married a tall, nine-foot-tall man ten years younger than her. Could this be the man before her? Aunt

Xue always knew her son's wicked nature, but she still wanted to hold onto a sliver of hope. Looking pitifully at Xiangling, she said, "Ling'er, my son is sorry, it's my fault for not disciplining him properly. We've talked for a few days now, so please, godfather, have mercy and let my son go."

Although she was addressing Lin Xiangling, she was actually implying something else, wanting to beg me.

I was furious and said, "Heaven may forgive, but I won't!" With that, I gently pushed Aunt Xue.

Aunt Xue's maternal instincts were great; she didn't bow to evil forces. Instead of backing down, she stepped forward to block me, frightening the three maids.

I didn't dodge or evade, but unexpectedly, my outstretched hand turned into a claw, pressing directly onto one of Aunt Xue's large breasts. Out of habit, I grabbed it a few more times.

Aunt Xue, never expecting this villain to cross her line, screamed in terror, cursing, "You lecher!" A fire, both familiar and strange, suddenly ignited within her—a fire perhaps unseen for over a decade!

Everyone present witnessed this scene, but only Xue Pan's eyes lit up with joy. He thought to himself, "Heaven never closes all doors; I, Xue Pan, am saved!"

Aunt Xue, speaking, dared to swing her hand, but being too short to reach my face, she aimed for my chest. Having grown up in a wealthy family, Aunt Xue was physically weak, had never practiced martial arts, and had never done heavy labor. Her blow was light and airy, utterly powerless to me. Therefore, I didn't block, letting her pound on my chest; to outsiders, it looked more like a man and woman flirting.

Seeing that my expression didn't turn hostile, Xue Pan became even more determined.

I strode straight toward Xue Pan without stopping. Aunt Xue grabbed my clothes with both hands, crying and shouting like a shrew.

I raised my fist, as big as a vinegar jar, to strike Xue Pan. The maid beside me screamed and ran away in fright. Xue Pan shouted, "Wait! I have something to say!"

This startled me. I sneered, "Spit it out! I'll let you leave your last words."

Although Xue Pan's face was pale, he was full of confidence and put on a fawning expression. He said to me, "How about we make a deal? I'll give you something in exchange for my life!"

I retorted angrily, "You're truly unrepentant! Even if you bring mountains of gold and silver, they're just a pile of scrap metal in my eyes!"

Xue Pan hurriedly said, "Hero, hero. I know you treat money like dirt. Please listen to me." He paused, as if making a decision, before saying, "I... I'll give you my mother in exchange for my life."

I was shocked, and everyone present was astonished. Aunt Xue scolded, "You scoundrel, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Seeing my disbelief, Xue Pan quickly added, "It's absolutely true! I'll trade my mother for my life, please spare me, sir!"

Before I could even speak, Aunt Xue's face paled, her breath turning white. Hearing her son say he was going to sell her was like a thunderbolt, a devastating blow. She stood beside me, completely stunned, unable to move!

The three maids who had been hiding nearby were also terrified, but seeing Aunt Xue's dazed state, their loyalty to their mistress prevailed over reason. Seeing that the villain seemed unwilling to harm women, they finally mustered their courage and helped Aunt Xue away. However, Aunt Xue didn't wake up for a long time, still staring blankly, her right hand pointing forward, frozen in place.

"You heartless beast! You actually traded your own mother to save your own life!"

Xue Pan immediately knelt before me, pleading, "Good sir, spare me! I'll never dare to do anything reckless again. Just tell me what you want; whatever I have, I'll give it to you. What is a mother? She can't even protect her own son; she's not worth keeping!"
A beast in human clothing!

What does it mean to be a beast in human clothing? Xue Pan is one. For his own life, he would sell all his relatives, including his own mother. He was right; I did have some lust for Aunt Xue's beauty, but I would never trade a woman for money. That's my principle.

I roared in fury, "A beast in human clothing like you! With you in this world, it will only become darker. You can't be allowed to live. I'll send you to the King of Hell for a good lesson!"

A surge of murderous intent welled up within me, and I threw a punch. Golden dragon power flowed forth, striking Xue Pan before he could even utter a sound. My body suddenly vanished into thin air, leaving only golden powder floating in the air.

Uh, I was startled by my own punch. Goodness, it vaporized instantly, saving me the trouble of disposing of the body. It seems my Dragon Power still has many wonders waiting to be discovered.

Ah—! The women in the arena screamed in unison. I looked up and saw the three maids and Lin Xiangling all unconscious on the ground. Only Aunt Xue remained, still in a daze, motionless.

I quickly rushed to Xiangling's side and checked her; she had simply fainted from shock. I suppose the three maids had too. It seems I need to properly counsel Xiangling, otherwise it will leave a bad shadow on her young mind, with consequences that could affect her for life. If she stops talking to me because of this, that would be the worst outcome.

Then, I went to Aunt Xue's side and carefully examined her internal energy. I realized that phlegm had clouded her mind. If I didn't expel the phlegm from her throat quickly, she would truly become an idiot.

I released my dragon energy, and Aunt Xue coughed a few times, expelling a thick phlegm. Only then did she feel relieved. She looked up and saw it was me, the nemesis. Her eyes went weak, and she closed them, fainting.

Well, that's great. I originally wanted to cause a big scene, but now I have to clean up this mess myself.

I acted impulsively, completely disregarding the consequences. If someone finds out, it will be bad for Aunt Lin and her niece. Now that I'm calm and can think things through, I feel a little scared. It's not that I'm afraid someone will hurt my women, but that I'm afraid it will affect my grand plan in the Rong Mansion.

I quickly carried the women back to their rooms, pressed the sleeping acupoints on Lin Xiangling and Aunt Xue, and then woke up the three maids. When the three maids woke up, they thought I was going to kill them to silence them, but after I patiently explained... The three maids, after being coerced and bribed by me, and having witnessed the previous incident, already regarded me as a monster, obeying my every word without the slightest disobedience.

Only at my command did they go down to arrange various matters. Arrange what matters? You can guess without me going into details—naturally, it was all about cleaning up the mess.

Now, only Aunt Xue remains as a threat. I killed her son; she will never forgive me. Even with my unparalleled martial arts skills, I might not be able to change her mind. It seems the only option is to strike first and force myself on her. As her nominal husband, I should be able to persuade her more easily.

I laid her down on the bed, and while she was still delirious and unconscious, I made my move…

Aunt Xue groggily woke up, unable to distinguish between dream and reality, and couldn't see anyone. Suddenly, a man's voice rang in her ears.

"Good Aunt, I want a hug!" Jia Baoyu's warm, tender voice murmured in Aunt Xue's ear, his passionate breath filling her long-lonely heart.

Aunt Xue looked up and saw none other than her nephew, Jia Baoyu, whispering in her ear.

A sudden heat rose within her; her breath quickened, her face flushed, and her full, smooth breasts throbbed with intense stimulation. Her two bright red nipples, brimming with passion, rose and trembled slightly with the rise and fall of her breasts, becoming two magical points on the alluring waves of her breasts, a sight that could make one's soul tremble and lose all sense of time!

Yet, she noticed some changes in Jia Baoyu; he seemed to have grown taller and stronger. Before she could ask him anything, Jia Baoyu pulled her into his arms.

"Yu'er, you can't do this! Ugh... How could you, ugh..." Aunt Xue tried to salvage her dignity as an elder in front of her nephew, but before she could finish speaking, the audacious fellow had already opened his lips and, with lightning speed, captured her rosy lips in his mouth. The intense, fiery kiss easily destroyed the defenses of her composure!

His hot tongue, filled with boundless desire, burrowed into Aunt Xue's mouth. His skillful technique left her delicate tongue with no way to escape. After a futile struggle, her tongue had no choice but to obediently choose to entwine and cling to each other.

An electric-like tingling sensation burst forth between their intimate lips, flowing quietly along the newly formed "bridge" into Aunt Xue's heart. Her long-dormant heart, stirred by the fiery passion of the "fake" Bao Yu, was overwhelmed by an irresistible wave of tingling pleasure. The torrent of desire, buried deep within her for many years, burst forth with a deafening roar, breaking free of the shackles of worldly constraints.

For over a decade, the melancholy and sorrow of being alone in her empty chambers transformed into the fragrant sweet dew of spring. Her narrow heart, unable to withstand the sudden eruption of this decade's accumulated desire, surged forth, breaking through its barriers and flowing into every vein and limb of the beauty, finally converging and rushing downwards according to the unchanging law of "water flowing downhill."

"Ah!" The long, deep kiss brought Aunt Xue endless heat; the fire in her chest made it difficult for her to breathe, forcing her to turn her head away forcefully, taking the opportunity to exhale the burning heat within her.

The still-wanting "fake" Bao Yu's lips pursued her, and Aunt Xue's beautiful face flushed crimson under his teasing. The delicate fragrance of orchids, accompanying the intimacy of their tongues, filled the "fake" Bao Yu's heart.

This mature, orchid-scented fragrance surpasses even the strongest aphrodisiac in the world. Like a thunderbolt striking a raging fire, it ignited the already boiling desire within the "fake" Baoyu. In an instant, the raging fire of passion completely consumed his reason. The powerful call roused the "little Baoyu" from his slumber, and the source of his desire, head held high and chest puffed out, constantly reminded its master of its will with a feeling of swelling and about to burst.

Gentle foreplay was no longer enough to satisfy the insatiable desires of the "fake" Baoyu. His fiery hands began to roam over the woman's soft, voluptuous body, moving from gentle to wild, from slow to rapid, naturally igniting a new wave of passion.

"Ah!" The sudden movement startled the woman, who was caught in a frenzy of desire. Looking down, she realized that her dress had somehow been scattered like butterflies.

"Yu...er, no...you can't!" The stimulation of pleasure made her instinctive resistance seem so weak and powerless.

Aunt Xue had endured over a decade of abstinence, remaining a widow for her husband, suffering the torment of desire day and night. Now, it was as if a thunderbolt had ignited a raging fire, and she was now beyond control.

"Good Aunt, dear Aunt..." The "fake" Baoyu smiled wickedly, his appearance seemingly changed, and to Aunt Xue, he looked somewhat like Xu Zhengqi. But she was currently delirious and unable to distinguish right from wrong. She thought she was dreaming; Jia Baoyu wouldn't dare to take liberties with her. This further solidified her belief that it was a dream, and she became even more unrestrained.

As the "fake" Baoyu launched his all-encompassing assault again, he instantly plunged Aunt Xue into a sea of passion. With practiced, nimble hands, the "fake" Baoyu seized the opportunity and finally tore the beauty's last garment to shreds, along with his own inner and outer clothes. Halfway through

their passion, the "fake" Baoyu excitedly spread his arms and pulled Aunt Xue tightly into his embrace. Their perfect bodies rolled on the heated kang, the unhindered skin-to-skin contact further intensifying their desires and sending waves of pleasure through them!

"Mmm!" Aunt Xue couldn't help but moan softly, the friction alone no longer relieving the increasingly intense throbbing pain.

"Ah!" Aunt Xue, her forbidden zone attacked, involuntarily looked down and saw her breasts being transformed into various shameful shapes under the hands of the "fake" Baoyu. She couldn't help but gasp in embarrassment.

Wild and tender hands roamed over her soft, firm, smooth breasts, her fingers lightly stroking the alluring crimson peaks, like plucking strings to ignite the hidden desires within her beautiful aunt.

Her full breasts rose and fell, and the "fake" Baoyu, overwhelmed by the boundless waves of his own breasts, felt his heart burn with desire and become dizzy. Unable to bear the torment of his desire, the "fake" Baoyu involuntarily slid down, plunging headfirst into the waves.

"Ah!" Aunt Xue felt a surge of heat envelop her breasts, the warm breath penetrating her body, transforming into a scorching torrent that propelled her to a new peak of desire. Then, a tremendous suction force came from the summit, and Aunt Xue couldn't help but let out a moan, her entire being seemingly sucked into a vortex of lust from which she could not escape! The beautiful woman's rounded jade hands, accompanied by a low, melodious moan, simultaneously climbed onto Bao Yu's shoulders and back, instinctively groping his "fake" body.

Her long, shapely legs, with each continuous moan of their owner, wrapped around Bao Yu's waist, their extraordinary strength tightly gripping the wicked boy's mind, captivating the lustful "fake" Bao Yu under the spell of a thousand charms.

The intoxicating spring scenery transformed into a warm, enchanting current that echoed endlessly in the small room, the ripples intensifying, igniting an extremely fierce "flesh-and-blood" battle!

The burning desire in Aunt Xue's heart was finally relieved by her wicked nephew's diligent "work." But the pleasure in her heart lasted only a moment before the "annoying" heat cleverly evaded the pursuit of the "fake" Baoyu, shifting downwards to the beauty's mysterious peach blossom valley, raging inside and outside her soft, rosy jade gate.

"Ah... Yu'er... not there!" Aunt Xue, her heart pounding, still remembered their special relationship; forbidden pleasure was indeed the strongest aphrodisiac in the world. So beautiful! The infatuated "fake" Baoyu's mind jolted, as if struck by a massive hammer. His mind went blank, and all that remained in his heart was the dazzling, translucent pearl smiling at him.

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, the "fake" Baoyu instinctively tried to look up to see what was happening, but the beautiful woman's passionate hands had already pressed his head down. The intoxicating passion gave the beautiful aunt boundless strength, effectively imprisoning her wicked nephew firmly between her legs.

The drums of war grew louder, the intent to kill growing stronger. The "little" fake "Baoyu" clearly received his master's command; his boiling fighting spirit made him stand tall and his body throb with excitement.

Under the "fake" Baoyu's counterattack, the beautiful aunt was soon limp and weak, panting heavily, her defenses wide open, ready to welcome the enemy's invasion.

A sweet fragrance emanated from the beautiful woman's lips, her mature aura filling every inch of Baoyu's body with the warmth of spring, and the spreading passion made him growl uncontrollably.

"Ah!" A deep, tiger-like roar mingled with a soft, sweet cry, and a vibrant life force, driven by desire, burst forth. His virile member rose from beneath the beautiful woman's belly and kissed her aunt passionately once more.

At this moment, he only wanted to hold her tightly in his arms, to let their love and desire, their spirit and flesh, forever intertwine.

The intelligent Aunt Xue's heart trembled wildly. The sensitive woman cried out in her heart, "It's coming, the final moment is coming! What should I do?"

An overwhelming shock repeatedly assaulted her already shattered defenses of reason. Driven by an irresistible urge for pleasure, the long-lonely heart of the beautiful woman cried out incessantly, "Come! My good nephew..."

"Yu'er, don't... tease your aunt!" Aunt Xue, her heart now open, playfully complained. The endless emptiness and unbearable burning, the slight itch deep within her valley, made her unable to endure it any longer. She reached out and grasped the mischievous "little" fake "precious jade"!

"Ah! How could this be..." The beautiful woman's heart trembled violently as the foreign object entered her hand. The shock was so intense that she was completely astonished and involuntarily looked down, instantly becoming stunned.

Although Baoyu was also very proud of his treasure, he didn't want to waste his precious time on such a thing. The wicked boy with a wicked smile whispered seductively in the beautiful woman's ear, "Good aunt, you can admire it slowly later! No rush, there will be plenty of opportunities for you to see it to your heart's content!"

"Ah!" The ambiguous breath of Baoyu entered the beautiful woman's ear, and Aunt Xue immediately snapped out of her endless astonishment and infatuation. Endless shyness surged back like a raging tide, instantly occupying the beautiful woman's entire heart again, causing her to cry out in shame. Her plump, smooth jade hand immediately withdrew as if it had touched a thorn.

The deep, muffled thud, like the drums of war, heralded the start of a passionate battle. Amidst the slight pain of the impact, Baoyu's "rage" flared, and he pounced like a tiger obeying a royal decree.

The drums roared louder, and the silent passion of the "fake" Baoyu completely enveloped his beautiful aunt's body and soul. With a series of resounding beats, the imposing "fake" Baoyu, his powerful waist moving slowly but resolutely forward, thrust forward. The

"fake" Baoyu suppressed his boiling sea of passion and raging lust, wanting only to fully savor the pleasure of his dream come true, unhurriedly prolonging this intoxicating moment and etching it deep into his mind.

"Good aunt, you're really amazing!" The "fake" Baoyu's lewd smile met the beauty's dreamy eyes, his large, almost magical hands roaming endlessly over her full breasts and rounded, fragrant flesh, subtly infusing the beautiful woman with vibrant life and stirring up even stronger waves of passion.

"You wicked fellow, you're getting the better deal and still acting innocent!" Aunt Xue gave the "fake" Baoyu a half-joking, half-resentful glare, a shy, girlish charm on her beautiful, full-figured face. "

Ah! You rascal!" The sudden, heavy blow sent a shiver down her spine. The beautiful woman, far from being angry at her nephew's mischief, was actually delighted. Her jade-like legs, wrapped around the "fake" Baoyu's waist, involuntarily tightened slightly, giving him a seductive glance. A

mature, beautiful woman is truly captivating! Baoyu, receiving the hint, was even more excited by the woman's knowing and understanding nature. He pushed himself up with his hands and legs, and began a wild, unbridled gallop.

"Ah!" The beautiful aunt had already unleashed her passionate climax for the third time, her uncontrollable roars filling the entire space between them. Had she not been prepared to dismiss all the servants, this enchanting melody would surely have caused another uproar in the Jia household. Overflowing

with passion, the beautiful woman finally fully experienced the allure of the massive member. The intoxicating pleasure, as deep as the sea and as high as the sky, had already taken control of her mind. The powerful, fiery friction between the jade pillars made her cry out in a frenzy, her excited hands leaving marks of love and desire on Bao Yu's shoulders and back.

When passion reached its peak, they naturally forgot themselves. The torrent of desire surged and churned between their hearts. The low, melodious cries, the fiery shouts, the slapping sounds of flesh touching, the powerful growls, and the most alluring, subtle friction sounds—all of this made it impossible for the two lovers to escape the abyss of desire, from which they could not and did not want to flee!

"Ah!" The beautiful woman's voluptuous body twisted, suddenly pressing the constantly swaying "fake" Bao Yu beneath her. Having endured the man's oppression, the woman had no choice but to take control of the bed, and with Bao Yu's endlessly fiery response, she began a passionate and unrestrained assault.

The merciless thrusting caused the beauty to moan incessantly. The burning pleasure accumulated, and unable to withstand such stimulation, the beauty felt a jolt in her mind, and for a moment her mind went blank. Everything in the world gradually disappeared, and darkness descended bit by bit from the sky.

"Ah!" "Fake!" Baoyu roared like a tiger, piercing the clouds and splitting the sky. His enormous source of desire surged again, trembling violently. The floodgates of pleasure suddenly opened under the continuous impact, and an electric-like tingling sensation flowed through his body like lightning. With a "boom," the boiling "volcano" finally erupted, and the fiery "magma," carrying endless vitality, poured into the beauty's valley...

It was truly:

Ten years of enduring bitterness, a lifetime of chastity lost! If you ask whether this is true or false, the dream of Wushan is a fairyland.

To know what happens next, please listen to the next chapter!

Chapter 101 The Clouds Disperse

Aunt Xue woke up in a daze, feeling that she was on top of someone. She reached out and touched something, but unexpectedly grabbed a stick-like object. Startled, she opened her eyes. When she saw the face of the man beneath her, she felt dizzy.

She had actually slept with the enemy who killed her own son!

Feeling the fullness in her lower body, Aunt Xue was even more at a loss and lay on top of me.

I opened my eyes; I had been awake since she moved. Seeing her still-attractive face frozen in shock, I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. I gently stroked her back, comforting her, "It's over now. You're my woman now. From now on, stay with me."

Aunt Xue was jolted awake. She frantically pounded my chest, screaming, "You devil! Give me back my son… devil, give me back my virginity… what sins did I commit in my past life?"

Aunt Xue cried out, but I didn't interrupt, letting her sob, "Heavens, you've been so unfair to me… I was so young, only in my twenties, when my husband died…" …After finally raising her two children, that wretched son of hers never learned anything good, only evil…rape, kidnap, and committing all sorts of wicked deeds…whenever he committed a crime, it was always me, his mother, who had to settle the score…Heavens, you are all wise, and now you have finally seen the light…I aided and abetted evil, and now I am finally getting my comeuppance…retribution, retribution! My son is dead, and even I, a widow, am not rewarded for my chastity…good and evil will eventually be rewarded…”

Aunt Xue was now living up to the old saying—a widow who has lost her son has no hope left. Now, she was no longer the refined lady she once was, her voice hoarse and strained, the bitterness suppressed in her heart for over a decade finally released in a torrent.

After a long while, she finally stopped, exhausted, leaving only continuous sobs.

I said, "Your son committed many evils, and now I am acting on behalf of Heaven. The dead are gone, and the living should live well."

Aunt Xue retorted angrily, "You make it sound so nice, but now that I've given you... how can I face anyone?"

I said, "Who knows you've been having an affair?"

Aunt Xue's pretty face flushed again, and she spat, calling me shameless. I didn't care and said, "I'm just acting on impulse, doing what I want to do."

Aunt Xue said, "In your opinion, how are you any different from my son?"

"There are many differences. First of all, he's a dullard who wouldn't chat with his woman or share his feelings. Like in this situation."

Aunt Xue's pretty face turned red, and she realized that he was still inside her. She couldn't move, but if she did, a soft, pleasurable sensation would rush to her heart, making her unable to stop; if she couldn't stop, she would be too ashamed to stay in this position, especially since this person was her son's killer.

She wasn't usually such an indecisive person, but the suddenness of the incident had dealt her a heavy blow, and now, unsure of the man's intentions, she found it even harder to make a decision.

I pretended not to notice, picked her up, and separated them. Aunt Xue let out a snort, whether from joy or anger, it was unclear, but she had gotten what she wanted. I got out of bed and began to dress.

Lying on the bed, Aunt Xue looked at the man who had taken her virginity, a thousand hatreds welling up in her heart, yet her body felt a long-awaited sense of pleasure, thinking to herself, "Youth is indeed wonderful." Then she was startled again. What was wrong with me?

After a moment of thought, Aunt Xue finally calmed down. She was, after all, the wife of a sixth-rank official, a person of status and position, and now she was at her sister's Rongguo Mansion, a first-class wealthy and powerful family. If word got out about her affair, regardless of what others thought of her, the impact on the Rongguo Mansion would be unimaginable. If my actions damage the Rongguo Mansion's reputation and ruin my daughter's chances of entering the palace, then I'd truly be at

my wit's end, something money can't buy back. After weighing the options, I decided to feign ignorance and appease the other party first. I said, "You're a hero of the martial world; I'll pretend I know nothing about today's events, but you must promise me you won't spread this."

"Is Madam worried about reputational damage and implicating others?"

"I'm not afraid to lie to you. If it weren't for this, I would hunt you down to the ends of the earth to repay you with my life."

"What right do you have to hunt me down?"

"Hmph, though I may be utterly powerless, my Xue family is incredibly wealthy. A generous reward will surely attract brave men. Even if you have three heads and six arms, you won't escape death then."

Seeing Aunt Xue's blustering but cowardly demeanor, I laughed loudly and said, "To tell you the truth, I have a nickname in the martial world: the Nine-Hearted Lustful Demon. You probably know what a 'lustful demon' is. There are hundreds, if not thousands, of people in the martial world who want my life. I'm not bragging, but even if the emperor sent a hundred thousand or eighty thousand troops, they couldn't subdue me!"

Aunt Xue gasped, thinking, "No wonder he's so lustful, not even sparing an old woman like me. It turns out he has a history of this. He's really bold, infamous, yet he dares to come to the Jia family mansion." She was even more at a loss for words.

I saw through her thoughts and changed the subject, saying, "Madam, there's no need to be so nervous. Now that you're my woman, this request is only natural. It's understandable that you can't accept me now. But one day, you'll willingly follow me."

Aunt Xue's face changed, "Dream on! You really have a big appetite. You want not only my body but also my heart. You've got my body, but if you want my heart, you're dreaming."

I smiled without saying a word. Arguing with a woman is the most unwise choice, so I chose to avoid it.

"I've already instructed your three maids. I suppose they've already taken care of the funeral arrangements. As for Xue Pan, he's always been a dissolute young man. It's common for him to be away from home every few days. Nobody will care where he goes. When someone suspects something, we can just say he was kidnapped by thieves."

Seeing that I didn't refute her, Aunt Xue had already cleaned up the mess, and for a moment, she was speechless.

Lin Xiangling should have woken up by now, so I left Aunt Xue to comfort Xiangling.

Xiangling was, after all, just a young girl, inexperienced and without much thought; she was easily fooled with a few words. However, she insisted on learning martial arts, and I, unable to resist her nagging, had to agree. She was overjoyed, jumping for joy, and I praised her as a martial arts prodigy.

A moment later, Aunt Xue's three maids returned. With someone to look after her, she naturally didn't need me anymore. I took Xiangling back to Lin Daiyu's residence, leaving Aunt Xue and the others to process this shocking and terrifying experience.

Chapter 102: Keqing's Medical Treatment

Xu Zhengqi brought Xiangling back to Lin Lan's side and explained the whole story, naturally keeping it from Lin Daiyu. Lin Lan, having known me for a long time, was well aware of my temperament. After complaining a few times about my philandering ways, she proceeded to thoroughly curse that damned Xue Pan. Her swearing was becoming increasingly sophisticated, perhaps due to her long association with Lin Daiyu.

Having just finished dealing with this matter, and before I could even have a sip of tea, Ping'er called from outside, saying that Wang Xifeng had urgent business with me. The reason was that Qin Keqing, the young mistress of the Ningguo Mansion, had fallen seriously ill, and all the doctors were helpless, so they needed me to come and examine her.

On the way, I complained to Ping'er. Although I was a wanderer of the martial arts world and had some medical knowledge, it was limited to the human body and meridians; I knew nothing about gynecology.

Ping'er chuckled and said, "You're the nemesis of us women. I guarantee that once you go, that Second Mistress Rong's illness will be cured."

I was furious and, taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, I gave her a few hard slaps on her plump buttocks, until tears streamed down her face and her pretty cheeks turned bright red, before I finally let her go.

Upon meeting Wang Xifeng, I learned that a renowned physician had been summoned to treat Qin Keqing. However, the physician's words were vague and incomprehensible, and Qin Keqing's condition showed no improvement, but rather seemed to worsen. Qin Keqing and Wang Xifeng had always been close, and out of concern for their sister, Wang Xifeng had taken me to the Ningguo Mansion.

The Ningguo Mansion was actually right next to the Rongguo Mansion, separated only by a wall. Turning a small side gate, I entered the Ningguo Mansion.

Although the Ningguo Mansion was quite large, it was sparsely populated; I walked for a short distance without seeing a single servant. Wang Xifeng told me that the Duke of Ningguo and the Duke of Rongguo were brothers born of the same mother. The Duke of Ningguo was the eldest and had four sons. After the Duke of Ningguo's death, Jia Daihua inherited the title and also had two sons: the eldest, Jia Fu, died at the age of eight or nine, leaving only the second son, Jia Jing, to inherit the title. Now, Jia Jing was solely devoted to Taoism, only interested in alchemy and concoctions, and cared nothing for anything else. Fortunately, he had a son named Jia Zhen, who inherited his father's official position because his father was obsessed with becoming an immortal. His father refused to return to his ancestral home and instead frequented the capital, hanging out with Taoist priests. This Jia Zhen had a son, Jia Rong, who was only sixteen years old at the time. Now, his father completely neglected him. Jia Zhen refused to study, indulging only in pleasure, turning the Ningguo Mansion upside down, and no one dared to interfere.

Jia Jing also had a daughter named Jia Xichun, who currently lived in the Rongguo Mansion.

According to Feng Jie, Jia Zhen had a wife named You Shi, who was the mistress of the Rongguo Mansion, but had no real power. She only knew how to obey Jia Zhen, had no talent, and was taciturn—a gourd with a sawed-off mouth—a silent gourd.

Jia Zhen inherited the third-rank title of General Wei Lie, but although he was a general, he only knew how to seduce women. He frequented prostitutes, and was proficient in all vices. Although Sister Feng didn't say he had done anything wrong, I think it would be difficult for someone like him not to do bad things. The desires of wealthy and powerful men are uncontrollable.

Just as they arrived at the main hall of the Ningguo Mansion, a man and a woman walked out. The man appeared to be in his thirties, with a fair complexion, short stature, and a weak, unsteady gait. A faint bluish tinge appeared between his brows, clearly a sign of excessive indulgence. This must be Jia Zhen.

The woman, however, was still quite attractive, also in her early thirties, with a beautiful face and striking looks. However, her smile was faint, and she wore simple clothes, suggesting she wasn't someone who enjoyed lively gatherings.

Jia Zhen and You Shi ushered us into the hall, and after offering us seats, Jia Zhen said, "Why didn't the old lady come? She is the matriarch, and my father is her nephew. On such a day, I wouldn't normally dare invite her. But the weather is cool, and the chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom. I wanted to invite her over to relax and enjoy the company of her children and grandchildren. Who knew she wouldn't accept?" The "

old lady" Jia Zhen referred to was naturally Grandmother Jia, the Dowager Lady Shi.

Looking at Jia Zhen, I secretly scoffed. This short, stocky man, with no strength whatsoever, was fit to be a general? He'd probably fall off his horse and die. No wonder the imperial army couldn't defeat Prince Ning; nearly two hundred thousand troops were routed by only one hundred thousand.

Everyone's gaze subtly swept over me; those who hadn't seen me before were secretly amazed. Wang Xifeng had already introduced me, but since I wasn't the main character today, I replied to Jia Zhen, "Grandmother said she was coming yesterday, but seeing Brother Bao and the others eating peaches last night, she got a craving and ate more than half of one. She got up twice before dawn, and this morning she felt a little tired. So she told me to tell you, sir, that she definitely can't come today, saying she wants several delicious dishes, and they have to be very soft."

Jia Zhen laughed and said, "I knew Grandmother loves a lively atmosphere. There must be a reason why she's not coming today. If that's the case, then so be it."

Wang Xifeng said, "The other day I heard your eldest sister say that Sister Keqing isn't feeling well. What exactly is it?"

You Shi, who hadn't spoken for a while , said... "Her illness is quite strange. Last month, around the Mid-Autumn Festival, she was playing with the old lady and the ladies until midnight, and she came home perfectly fine. But after the 20th, she's become increasingly lethargic, and reluctant to eat. It's been almost half a month now. Her period is also two months late."

Fengjie continued, "Could it be pregnancy?"

Youshi said, "It's strange. We've consulted several famous doctors, some say it's an illness, some say it's pregnancy, none of them can say for sure. So we haven't dared to prescribe any medicine, but Keqing's illness is getting worse and worse."

Just then, a servant outside called out, "Master, Doctor Zhang is here."

Jia Zhen was overjoyed and hurriedly went outside to greet a doctor who looked to be about fifty years old. The doctor had a dignified and upright appearance, and seemed to be no quack.

After exchanging pleasantries and introducing themselves to everyone, the group went into the inner room.

We'd only gone halfway when we encountered a handsome young man of about seventeen or eighteen, but so thin and frail he looked remarkably like Jia Zhen. He must be his son, Jia Rong, Qin Keqing's husband.

Jia Rong greeted everyone politely and then ushered Doctor Zhang into the bedroom, where we followed. As soon as we stepped across the threshold, our eyes were met with an overwhelming sense of luxury.

On the wall hung a painting by Tang Bohu, "Spring Sleep with Begonia," depicting Yang Guifei in a drunken stupor, as beautiful as a begonia blossom. On either side were a couplet by Qin Taixu, a scholar of the Song Dynasty: "

The tender chill locks dreams because of the spring cold; the fragrant air envelops people because of the aroma of wine."

Looking at the table, there was a precious mirror. Ping'er, seeing my puzzled expression, quietly told me that it was the precious mirror that Empress Wu Zetian had kept in her mirror room. Good heavens! I never imagined there were any old items used by Wu Zetian here. If she knew, I wonder if she'd beg me to steal them. Hehe.

On one side was a golden plate where Zhao Feiyan had once danced, containing the papaya that An Lushan had thrown, injuring Yang Guifei's breast. Above it was the couch where Princess Shouchang had slept in the Hanzhang Palace, and hanging from it was a beaded curtain made by Princess Tongchang.

I hesitated, and Ping'er began to tell a story. One day, Princess Shouchang was resting on her couch in the Hanzhang Palace when the wind blew down a plum blossom, which landed on her forehead, just above her eyebrows. The plum blossom wouldn't leave and remained there. At first, she was annoyed, but when others saw it, they all exclaimed how beautiful it was! So, everyone in the palace imitated it, using cosmetics to paint plum blossoms, which became a famous plum blossom makeup style at the time.

As for the pearl-stringed curtain, it was said that Princess Tongchang personally strung pearls together to create a curtain, making it quite luxurious.

After Ping'er told me this, she added, "Grandma Qin is just the adopted daughter of a tiny, impoverished official, Qin Zhong's nominal sister. I never imagined that after marrying into the Ning Mansion, she would be able to use items that only emperors and princesses could afford."

The speaker meant no harm, but the listener took it to heart. I secretly wondered if these items were related to Qin Keqing's illness.

With this question in mind, I saw a face of unparalleled beauty. Unfolding the gauze quilt that Xi Shi had washed, I saw a stunningly beautiful woman of about twenty years old lying on the bed, her head resting on the mandarin duck pillow that Hong Niang had held. Her face was pale, yet her beauty was undeniable. Up close, she possessed a dignified air, subtly exuding imperial nobility, yet also a very approachable demeanor. She was completely different from the wealthy air of Wang Xifeng and Aunt Xue. I had never seen a princess, but I had seen the likes of Jiang Rushui and Jiang Shaling, who were considered princesses of the county. But one thing is certain: in terms of temperament alone, none can compare to her royal bearing. Among all the women I've seen, only Wu Zetian can rival her in terms of royal bearing.

I was astonished by her beauty, but even more astonished by her temperament. How could a poor official's family raise such a wonderful woman? Her

soft features were so exquisite: arched eyebrows, clear, spring-like eyes, a delicate, pert nose, and thin, sensual lips with a gentle, watery smile. Lying on the bed, her tall figure was nearly 1.7 meters. A thin veil covered her, concealing her beautiful figure completely, yet it couldn't hide her high, firm breasts.

Her long, black, lustrous hair cascaded down her shoulders, with a few strands falling beside her delicate neck and the pillow, and a few more draped over her chest, all very naturally. She

was truly approachable and adorable!

Upon seeing Wang Xifeng, Qin Keqing's face lit up with joy, and she hurriedly rose to greet her. Wang Xifeng quickly said, "Don't get up, you'll get dizzy if you get up suddenly." She took two quick steps, grabbed Qin Keqing's hand, and held it close to her chest, saying, "My dear aunt! How come you've become so thin in just a few days?" Her eyes even reddened as she spoke.

Qin Keqing also took Wang Xifeng's hand and smiled, "It's just that I'm unlucky. My parents-in-law treat me like their own daughter. Everyone in the manor is so kind to me; which elder or peer doesn't dote on me? But illness strikes like a landslide, and I've become so thin in just a few days. It seems I won't make it through the year."

Wang Xifeng lightly patted her slender hand and scolded, "Sister Qin, you're so young, you have so much to do in the future, so many blessings yet to be enjoyed. How can you speak so carelessly?"

Qin Keqing shook her head, a helpless expression on her face, and remained silent.

Jia Rong, however, grew anxious and, seizing the opportunity, quickly said, "Please ask Doctor Zhang to examine your pulse." Doctor Zhang then placed his hand on your right pulse, regulated his breathing, and carefully examined it for a short while before switching to your left hand, which showed the same result.

After a long pause, he said, "Looking at your wife's pulse: the left cun is deep and rapid, the left guan is deep and weak, the right cun is thin and weak, and the right guan is weak and listless. The deep and rapid left cun indicates a deficiency of heart qi leading to internal heat; the deep and weak left guan indicates stagnation of liver qi and blood deficiency. The thin and weak right cun indicates a deficiency of lung qi; the weak and listless right guan indicates that the spleen earth is being restrained by liver wood. The deficiency of heart qi leading to internal heat will manifest as irregular menstruation and insomnia. The deficiency of liver blood and qi stagnation will inevitably cause pain and distension under the ribs, delayed menstruation, and feverish sensations. The deficiency of lung qi will cause frequent dizziness, spontaneous sweating between 3 and 5 AM, and a feeling of being on a boat. The spleen earth being restrained by liver wood indicates a deficiency of heart qi leading to internal heat. The deficiency of liver qi will inevitably cause a deficiency of lung qi, and a feeling of being on a boat between 3 and 5 AM. The deficiency of lung qi will inevitably cause a feeling of being on a boat. The deficiency of liver qi will inevitably cause a feeling of being on a boat... The deficiency of liver qi will inevitably cause a deficiency of heart qi leading to fever; the deficiency of liver qi will inevitably cause a deficiency of lung qi, and ..., and a feeling of being on a boat... The deficiency of liver qi will inevitably cause a deficiency of heart qi, and a feeling of being on a boat... The deficiency of liver qi will inevitably cause a deficiency of heart qi, and a feeling of "A person whose liver is restrained by wood will inevitably lose their appetite, feel listless, and have weak limbs. Judging from this pulse, these symptoms should be present. Some quacks might mistake this pulse for a happy one, but I am certain it is an illness, not a happy one!"

Upon hearing this, Madam You continued, "That's exactly right. Dr. Zhang is absolutely right; we don't need to tell you. A few days ago, we also consulted several old doctors, but none of them could give a definitive diagnosis. One said it was a happy one, another said it was an illness, one said it was unrelated, and another said it was a fear of the winter solstice—there was no definite answer. Please, doctor, clarify..." "Instructions,"

Dr. Zhang said with a smile, "Madam's condition is a result of those incompetent doctors' delays. If she had started treatment on the day of her first menstruation, not only would she not be suffering now, but she would already be fully recovered. Now that the illness has been delayed to this point, it is to be expected.
In my opinion, this illness is still somewhat curable. If she can sleep well at night after taking my medicine, the chances of recovery will increase. Judging from her pulse, Madam is a person of exceptional intelligence and strong will. Being too intelligent often leads to disappointment, and disappointment leads to overthinking.

This illness is... " Worry injures the spleen, and the liver wood element is excessive, which is why menstruation cannot arrive on time. Ask the eldest mistress about her previous menstrual cycles; they were never short, always long. Isn't that right? "

You Shi replied, 'That's right, it has never been short, or it has been long by two or three days, even ten days.' Doctor Zhang, upon hearing this, said, 'Excellent! This is the source of the illness. If she had taken medicine to nourish the heart and regulate menstruation before, this wouldn't have happened. Now, there is clearly a deficiency of water and an excess of wood. Let's try some medicine.' He then wrote a prescription and handed it to Jia Rong. I happened to be standing with my back to him, so I couldn't see what was written on it.

Actually, I didn't understand a single word of what Doctor Zhang was saying; I just carefully examined Qin Keqing. Based on my years of martial arts experience, this is a mental illness! As the saying goes, a mental illness can only be cured with a mental remedy."

Since our group entered, she hadn't glanced at her husband, Jia Rong, even once. Aside from talking to Wang Xifeng and occasionally glancing curiously at me, she once or twice secretly stole glances at her father-in-law, Jia Zhen. Those fleeting looks didn't escape my notice.

I couldn't help but feel a chill; what kind of look was that? It seemed to hold hatred, resentment, anger, and sorrow—as if it contained all the hatred in the world. Clearly, Qin Keqing was a very cunning person, and her illness was most likely related to Jia Zhen.

And Jia Zhen was a lecherous wolf in sheep's clothing… Could it be…?

Jia Zhen, however, pretended not to notice, preoccupied with talking with his son and Doctor Zhang.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Wang Xifeng led me to the bedside and introduced me to Qin Keqing, saying, "Sister Qin, let me introduce you to someone. Don't you always admire Lin Daiyu? This man is Lin Daiyu's uncle, Master Xu."

Qin Keqing's heart shone with joy upon hearing this, and she said, "Sister Daiyu has always been aloof and proud, precisely because she has no relatives. Now that she finally has an aunt, Master Xu must take good care of her!"

I was deeply moved, my heart pounding. What kind of woman was she? Even while seriously ill, she still cared for others. It seemed Lin Daiyu wasn't too miserable here, as she always had such a kind older sister who thought of her. My initial amazement vanished instantly, and Qin Keqing's aristocratic air became even more endearing.

I said, "Thank you for your concern, Madam Qin. Daiyu is being taken care of by her aunt; she moved in with her yesterday."

Qin Keqing nodded, relieved, and said, "That's good. Daiyu wasn't so aloof when she first arrived, but as time went on, without any close relatives around, she inevitably developed some resistance. Now that her aunt is here to take care of her, I'm relieved."

Wang Xifeng interjected, "I almost forgot. Originally, we were going to have Master Xu examine Sister Qin as well. He's a man of the world, knowledgeable and experienced. He's heard the diagnoses of famous doctors, so it's not that Master Xu has any special insights."

I deliberately lowered my voice and said, "Sister Feng, aren't you asking me to embarrass myself by wielding a large sword in front of Guan Yu?" Little did I know, since Jia Zhen entered the room, his attention hadn't left Qin Keqing, and he intuitively felt no liking for me, a man hundreds of times stronger than him.

Wang Xifeng said, "Are you really going to stand by and watch me die?"

I put away my smile and said, "To be honest, I'm not very good at medicine, I only know a little bit, but I dare say I'm an expert when it comes to observing people's expressions and temperaments."

Qin Keqing was startled and said, "Do you know what illness I have?"

I suddenly used my telepathic ability to transmit my message to both of them at the same time: "A heart ailment!" Then, I glanced in Jia Zhen's direction.

Qin Keqing was greatly alarmed, thinking to herself, "Is this person really so astute? Has he seen through my thoughts? What should I do? What should I do? This matter must not be known to outsiders, what should I do…"

Under Wang Xifeng's questioning gaze, I assured Qin Keqing, "Madam Qin, rest assured, this matter will absolutely not reach outsiders' ears."

Unexpectedly, Qin Keqing couldn't withstand my bluff, and her complexion finally softened, a trace of color returning to her face. This time, I was even more certain of my thoughts.

Seeing that I was no longer speaking, Wang Xifeng began to chatter on and on with Qin Keqing about matters of the heart.

After a while, Doctor Zhang also finished his business with Jia Zhen and his son. After everyone urged her repeatedly, Wang Xifeng reluctantly got up to leave. Only then did she say to Qin Keqing, "Sister, please take good care of yourself. I'll come to see you again in a few days."

As the head of the large Rongguo Mansion, Wang Xifeng got up at three or four in the morning every day and didn't go to bed until the middle of the night, which was quite tiring. Although she and Qin Keqing were very close, she really couldn't find much time to visit her.

Qin Keqing laughed, "Alas, even if a god came, it would be useless. He can cure the illness, but he can't cure fate! I know I'm just going to have to endure this illness."

Wang Xifeng said, "If you think like that, how can you expect to get better? People should always try to be more open-minded and broad-minded, then everything will be alright. Besides, the doctor said that if you don't get treatment, you might not recover by spring. It's only mid-September, there are still four or five months left. What illness can't be cured? If we're not a family that can afford ginseng, then it's hard to say. Your in-laws heard that you're cured, they could afford two qian of ginseng a day, let alone two jin. Take good care of yourself, I'm going back to the mansion."

Qin Keqing added, "Sister, according to our seniority, I should call you aunt, but considering the age difference of one or two years, please allow me to address you that way. I'm sorry I can't come over, but when you have time, please come visit me more often, let's sit and chat as sisters." These

words sounded a bit like her dying words to me.

Hearing this, Wang Xifeng's eyes reddened again, and she said, "I will definitely come to see you often when I have time." With that, she led Ping'er and a large group of people to leave.

I also turned to leave, but secretly sent a telepathic message to Qin Keqing: "Madam Qin, don't worry, with me here, even the King of Hell wouldn't dare take you."

Qin Keqing was bewildered, seemingly oblivious to my voice, only staring blankly at my retreating figure, thinking to herself, "There are indeed many extraordinary people in the world. Could it be that I have truly escaped this calamity?"

Leaving aside the matter of Xu Zhengqi and Wang Xifeng returning to the Rong Mansion, to find out how Qin Keqing escaped this "heartache," please listen to the next chapter!

Chapter 103 Keqing's Last Words

I was originally supposed to be a princess!

Why do I say this? Actually, it's a huge secret, enough to shake the heavens and earth, enough to be breathtaking.

My father is the younger brother of the current Emperor Zhou Houzhao, his half-brother.

After my grandfather named my eldest uncle, Zhou Houzhao, as crown prince, my uncle disappeared shortly after, when he was seven or eight years old. My grandfather searched for him for several years without finding a single clue. A country cannot be without a crown prince, and given my grandfather's advanced age and declining health, he intended to make my father the crown prince, thus raising him as such.

Those were the most triumphant days of my father's life. Every day at court, after bowing to my grandfather, the officials would bow to my father. Every court matter had to be handled by my father first, and then decided by my grandfather.

Although nominally my father was only a prince, all the officials treated him as the future crown prince, even the future emperor, and were loyal to him.

Days passed, and my grandfather's health deteriorated. Just as he was about to pass away and announce my father as crown prince, my eldest

uncle returned!

Yes, according to the rites of my Great Zhou Dynasty, my eldest uncle was the eldest grandson, the legitimate son of the empress. My father was merely born to a concubine, making him, at best, an illegitimate child.

Upon my uncle's return, he regained his status as crown prince, and shortly after, my grandfather died, and my uncle ascended the throne.

Some might say, "Wasn't the entire court loyal to my father? My uncle had been missing for so many years; the people's hearts had long since turned to my father. How could my uncle have ascended the throne?"

You must understand, we live in a feudal imperial society, where etiquette, loyalty, and filial piety are highly valued.

By seniority, my uncle was the eldest son and legitimate grandson. Furthermore, he hadn't committed any wrongdoing and was considered a man of both literary and martial talents. In our society, there's a deeply ingrained concept of lineage.

Those of the direct line are considered close, the legitimate.

Take Jia Baoyu and Jia Huan, for example. Jia Baoyu was born to Jia Zheng's principal wife, Lady Wang, making him of the direct line. Jia Huan was merely one of Jia Zheng's concubines, born to Aunt Zhao. He was an illegitimate child, and Aunt Zhao was nothing more than a maidservant

Jia Zheng had taken in while drunk and confused, who inexplicably gave birth to a son. As the saying goes, a mother's status rises with her son; because of him, she became a concubine. In our imperial family, only the Empress was the Emperor's principal wife; the so-called Noble Consorts and concubines were merely the Emperor's concubines. According to ancestral rules and the deeply ingrained feudalistic ideas of all officials, my eldest uncle, with the absolute advantage of being the eldest son and legitimate grandson, ascended the throne. My

uncle was overjoyed, but my father suffered greatly. Do you know how much my father suffered? You don't.

On the day of his coronation, my uncle granted a general amnesty, but not my father, his political enemy.

The victor is king, the loser is villain—no one aptly described the fate of my uncle and my father at that time.

On a dark and stormy night, my father, my brother, and my mother, who was nine months pregnant with me, were taken to Zhengjiazhuang, three hundred li west of Pingjing City, and placed under house arrest.

Although in Zhengjiazhuang I would be well-fed and clothed, and enjoy a life of wealth and luxury, I would be like a bird in a gilded cage, utterly without freedom. It was on the road to Zhengjiazhuang

that my mother gave birth to me. Without an accident, I was destined to waste my precious life in Zhengjiazhuang. My mother wept bitterly; her poor daughter had been born only to become a "prisoner"—heaven was so unfair!

My father and brother were heartbroken; the whole family wept bitterly. The birth of a child should have been a joyous occasion: a father with his first daughter; a brother with a sister, no longer lonely; a mother with a daughter with whom she could share intimate thoughts. Such a joyous occasion would surely bring happiness to any ordinary family.

But now, it had become a tragedy!

And so, I was brought by Doctor Zhang to the Jia family mansion, where he had a good relationship with my father, and became Jia Zhen's child bride in the Ningguo Mansion. We married when Jia Zhen was fourteen.

I was raised by Doctor Zhang from a young age. Don't underestimate him just because he was a doctor; he was actually an important advisor to my father.

My father was afraid I would grow up to be an ordinary girl, so he entrusted me with Doctor Zhang's education. He taught me how to walk like a princess, how to speak like a princess, and how to treat others like a princess.

He demanded that I meet the standards of a princess in both appearance and temperament.

So, although I was nominally Jia Zhen's wife, I was more like a princess in reality!

After the marriage, Doctor Zhang, seeing that I had come of age, left me and returned to my father's side. This period of teaching was the most fulfilling time of my life. Every day there was endless learning and homework, but I was happy to do it all. Perhaps I was more like a boy, hoping to repay my parents' kindness in raising me after I finished my studies.

But happy days always pass so quickly. In the blink of an eye, I turned seventeen, an adult, and it was time to get married.

To cover their tracks, the Jia family spread the word that I was an adopted daughter of Qin Ye, a bureaucrat in charge of construction and maintenance under Jia Zheng, whom they had taken from an orphanage.

Thus, for my father's grand ambitions, and to preserve my secret, I married Jia Rong, three years my junior, a boy with a runny nose.

I watched Jia Rong grow up; from the age of three, I would hold him and play with him in the courtyard. From childhood, I always treated him like a younger brother, and he treated me like an older sister. So, although we were married, we lived separately for various reasons. As you can see, my bedroom is incredibly luxurious; even the residence of Grandmother Jia and Old Madam Shi isn't as opulent.

I should have been an innocent and romantic young woman, but this beautiful dream was shattered by my father-in-law, Jia Zhen, the master of the Ningguo Mansion.

Jia Zhen, he is my father-in-law; by seniority, we are of the same generation. But in terms of age, he is old enough to be my father.

What kind of person is he? Doctor Zhang had told me long ago that he was nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing. But Doctor Zhang thought that since I was my father's biological daughter, he wouldn't dare to have any improper thoughts about me, even if he had ten heads.

However, Doctor Zhang was wrong.

In the Ning Mansion, once the doors were closed, Jia Zhen was the master of the house; he could do whatever he wanted. Improper thoughts were nurtured in such an environment.

Yes, I am very beautiful, even I think so myself; a beauty that rivals the nation's fragrance is most fitting for me. The ancients said, "Beauty is a curse," and I never imagined this saying would apply to me.

For the past two years, he has always intentionally or unintentionally teased me with his words. He thought I was just an inexperienced young girl, in the prime of her youth, the age when she yearned for love and romance.

He was right about one thing. In my youth, I always liked to dream of princes on white horses. I was indeed inexperienced, having grown up in a secluded mansion, unaware of what the outside world was like.

But I am not stupid. Perhaps it's because of blood ties, or perhaps it's because Doctor Zhang taught me how to observe and think. In short, I saw through Jia Zhen's evil intentions towards me and upheld moral principles, preventing him from crossing the line.

As time passed, I grew more and more beautiful, and Jia Zhen's wolfish ambitions became increasingly apparent. Several times, he even dared to flirt with me in front of the servants. Recently, he even touched me inappropriately in front of my mother-in-law, You Shi. And You Shi and Jia Rong pretended not to see it, turning a blind eye.

I repeatedly denounced his actions, but he is a rogue, a complete and utter scoundrel and lecher. The emperor is far away, and behind closed doors, he is a local tyrant. Moreover, my father is merely a disgraced prince, someone who only wants to be emperor.

These days became increasingly unbearable, to the point that everyone in the Ning Mansion knew of Jia Zhen's lustful heart.

Clinging to my chastity and the dignity of the royal family, I was heartbroken. I secretly wept, lamenting my fate, hoping to return to my father's side and have him order Jia Zhen to be torn to pieces and the entire Ningguo Mansion to be executed. But

this one and only belief that had kept me from collapsing was utterly shattered today.

For the past few months, my menstruation has been irregular, my endocrine system in turmoil, and my nerves have been constantly on edge, on guard against Jia Zhen's advances. I fell ill! But the arrival of Doctor Zhang was like a knife to my heart. When Doctor Zhang took my pulse, not a single person in the Ningguo Mansion recognized him. This was understandable; he always disguised himself when instructing me. To maintain secrecy, he never showed his true face, and today he did too. At first, I didn't recognize him either. It wasn't until after he left that my mother-in-law, You Shi, showed me the prescription he had written. Upon reading it, my mind went blank, and I nearly fainted. The original text read: " Qi-Boosting and Nourishing Decoction for Strengthening the Spleen and Liver: Ginseng 2 qian, Atractylodes macrocephala 2 qian (stir-fried with soil), Poria cocos 3 qian, Rehmannia glutinosa 4 qian, Angelica sinensis 2 qian, Paeonia lactiflora (wine-washed) 2 qian (stir-fried), Ligusticum chuanxiong 1.5 qian, Astragalus membranaceus 3 qian, Cyperus rotundus 2 qian (processed with vinegar), Bupleurum chinense 0.8 qian, Dioscorea opposita 2 qian (stir-fried), Genuine donkey-hide gelatin 2 qian, Clam shell powder (stir-fried), Corydalis yanhusuo 1.5 qian (wine-fried and roasted), Glycyrrhiza uralensis 0.8 qian, Lotus seeds 7 grains, and two jujubes (heart removed)." Those interested can connect the first five ingredients to form the following sentence: " Ginseng, Atractylodes macrocephala, Poria cocos, Rehmannia glutinosa, Angelica sinensis." Based on homophones, Ginseng and Atractylodes macrocephala represent the father, and Poria cocos, Rehmannia glutinosa, and Angelica sinensis. This means that my father said, "Order (Poria cocos) Rehmannia glutinosa to return to one's body," which means he commanded me to end my life at a crucial moment, in the familiar place where I grew up. This was a code word, a secret language, that Dr. Zhang taught me years ago, so when I first saw the prescription, I almost fainted. Good heavens! My only support, the one I'd waited so long for, the one I'd struggled so desperately to rely on—my father—was actually ordering me to commit suicide to preserve this secret. Why did he want me to commit suicide? After being placed under house arrest, my father wasn't content to spend his remaining years in Zhengjia Village. He used all sorts of methods, and took advantage of the opportune moment, to finally carve out his own strength amidst the chaos of the Great Zhou Dynasty. His fortified defenses made his camp unbreakable. Yet someone wanted to use me, to use me, his daughter who hadn't even been registered in the family genealogy, as a breakthrough point. What disheartened me was that my only support, my father, wanted me to commit suicide to delay the opportunity for his power struggle with my uncle. Father, oh Father, your poor daughter has never seen a single relative since birth. I haven't even seen a single portrait of my birth parents. How could you bear to rub salt into my bleeding heart when I, a woman already suffering and in despair? This world is dark to me, so dark I can't see my own hand in front of my face. I don't know if I committed any evil deeds in my past life, so that I was born with such a heavy burden. Damn Jia Zhen, damn Ningguo Mansion, I hate you both. I hate Jia Zhen's insatiable greed, I hate You Shi's subservience, and I hate Jia Rong's cowardice and vulnerability. But I still have something to cherish in my life. In Rongguo Mansion, I have my confidante Feng Jie, my beloved Lin Daiyu, and many other beautiful young women with whom I can share joy. But all of that is unimportant now. I was born of my father, who gave me life and taught me. Now it is time for me to repay his kindness. This pure white ribbon, without a single blemish, is my most cherished possession. I remember on my tenth birthday, my father personally gave it to Doctor Zhang, entrusting him to deliver it to me. Ten years have passed. Ten years have passed. I never imagined that ten years later, we would be separated by life and death. My father, mother, and brothers, whom I never met, farewell forever, my loved ones… Looking at the thick stack of Xuan paper on the table, my heart clenched, the pain almost bringing tears to my eyes. Tears welled up and blurred my vision… Night fell, and the sky seemed eerie, filled with a ghostly atmosphere. Following the pre-arranged plan, I used my land-based flight technique, leaping from the inn and heading straight for the Ningguo Mansion. My ghostly figure was invisible to most; even if it passed before an ordinary person, they would only think it was a gentle breeze. Sometimes, I wondered if there were hidden masters within the Jia family. Why hadn't I seen a single guard? I arrived effortlessly outside Qin Keqing's room, pushed open the window, and saw a white ribbon, beneath which swayed a beautiful woman.

I've always been incredibly compassionate towards women, and even an ugly woman wouldn't dare hang herself in front of me. A gentle breeze blew by, and I caught her as she fell.

Qin Keqing had committed suicide!

Golden dragon energy emitted a blinding light, and it took a while to revive the barely breathing Qin Keqing. Only then did I see the suicide note placed on the table.

Filial piety is the foundation of all virtues. So, I entered the martial world to find my biological father? Now I'm like a headless fly, flying around aimlessly. I feel ashamed before a woman like Qin Keqing. In terms of filial piety, she is worthy of being my teacher.

I admire her, but I don't condone her actions.

Life is beautiful. The life bestowed upon a person by Heaven cannot be controlled by our parents. Today, I will defy fate and bring Qin Keqing back to life.

Not only will I revive her body, but I will also revive her heart.

Immediately, I found a recently deceased female corpse, used my divine power to disguise it as Qin Keqing's appearance, and hung it on the white ribbon.

Looking at his masterpiece, which revealed not a single flaw, he then picked up the unconscious Qin Keqing and flew out of the Ningguo Mansion. Jia Zhen, you just wait and see…

To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter!

Chapter 104: The Lewd Deeds of a Lecherous Thief

After sending Qin Keqing back to the inn, I couldn't sleep for a long time. My heart was in turmoil, as if a huge stone was pressing on my chest, leaving me extremely depressed.

After reading Keqing's suicide note, I also felt a surge of hatred towards You Shi and the others. It would be too easy to deal with Jia Zhen and Jia Rong, but it infuriated me to see a woman like You Shi.

As Jia Zhen's legal wife, You Shi not only failed to stop Jia Zhen's heinous incestuous behavior, but also remained silent, tacitly condoning it, effectively encouraging Jia Zhen's bestial acts.

Under pressure from both her own family and her husband's family, the unfortunate Keqing could only choose suicide to protect the interests and reputation of both families. Such a heavy burden fell on the shoulders of a weak woman; it was truly pitiful.

The next morning, I went to the Jia mansion early. Two miles from the mansion, I heard deafening cries coming from the direction of the Ning mansion.

Clearly, my slightly altered version of Qin Keqing's suicide scene had begun.

Needless to say, that day, everyone in both the Ning and Rong mansions wore mourning clothes and wailed for the fake Qin Keqing. Little did they know, Qin Keqing had already been placed in a secluded inn by me, being cared for by the Wu sisters. However, she remained unconscious due to excessive grief.

I accompanied Lin Lan and Lin Daiyu, standing out conspicuously among a group of brightly dressed young women. All day, I didn't glance at any of the beauties, because I needed to carefully observe You Shi's every word and action to prepare for the night's actions.

Night fell again, but tonight the Ning mansion was brightly lit, even more so than during the day. Jia Zhen was heartbroken, devastated, while You Shi remained unusually calm. Though she occasionally shed a sob, her eyes held an unfathomable glint.

...

Late at night, I quietly sneaked into Jia Zhen's bedroom. Yes, I was there to be a true philanderer, and my target? Naturally, You Shi.

I pushed open the window, and the darkness seemed like daylight to me. My fingers landed precisely on the pressure points of the woman on the bed, rendering her utterly powerless.

Strangely, only You Shi was in bed; Jia Zhen hadn't spent the night in the main room! Where had he gone? I had no time to care, for my anger and lust were burning with pent-up desire.

Lifting the quilt, You Shi was exposed to the air. To my chagrin, she was completely naked, without even a proper undergarment. Her left hand caressed her full breasts, while her right hand pressed directly against her vulva, several fingers inserted into her body.

"Hmph, it seems Madam You isn't as calm and carefree as she appears.

Looking at her, she certainly has something to offer; a woman who becomes the eldest mistress of the Ning family couldn't be unattractive.

Judging by her appearance, she's at most twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. Perhaps it's due to her excellent maintenance, or perhaps something else, but no one would guess she already has a seventeen or eighteen-year-old son.

I cast a dragon-force barrier outside the room; that way, no one can disturb us."

A black hand slowly reached towards Madam You, who was sleeping naked on the bed…

"Ah, you, who are you? How dare you trespass on an official residence?" Madam You, like a frightened rabbit, huddled in a corner of the bed, clutching her quilt.

I said, "Madam, you saw me today, how could you be so forgetful?"

I turned my face to the moonlight, and by the light from the window, Madam You finally saw my true face. "Lin... Lin family son-in-law, how could it be you?"

"Who else could it be but me?"

"You, how could you do such a thing? You'd better leave now, or I'll call for help."

"Go ahead and call, go ahead and call! Even if you shout until your throat is hoarse, no one will listen to you! Hehe..."

Madam You was very afraid. Although she was terrified, she dared not call out. Why? Because if anyone knew that the eldest mistress of the Ning family had been raped or visited by a lecherous scoundrel, then her life would be over!

No matter the outcome, all the wealth and honor of her life would be gone. Therefore, she dared not call out, nor did she want to!

I put my left arm around her shoulder, turned to the side, and leaned my head to the right side of her neck, gently touching her fragrant skin with my tongue. My right hand began to pull at the quilt she was clutching tightly. "Madam, it's hot in the room, why don't you take the quilt off..."

Madam You didn't give up resisting. She knew that she couldn't stop me physically, so the usually composed Madam You could only retaliate with words.

"Mr. Lin, please...please don't do this. You are Daiyu's uncle-in-law. In terms of seniority, you and I are of the same generation, and we are also related by marriage. How can we do such an immoral thing?"

I said angrily, "Then can your husband do it?"

Madam You was startled and looked at me with frightened eyes, as if this matter was more important than her own safety.

"You...what did you say? I don't understand!"

"Of course you don't understand. You're such a virtuous wife! You watch your husband fooling around outside, and you turn a blind eye. When he comes home, he tries to take advantage of his own daughter-in-law, and you still turn a blind eye. You're such a good wife!"

"You...you know everything? How...how is that possible?"

"Have you forgotten your daughter-in-law's suicide note? A lecher like me, your daughter-in-law is exactly what I want. Alas, it's a pity I was too late. All that's left is a beautiful corpse and a touching suicide note."

"What? You really know everything?" Madam You was shocked and knelt on the bed, pleading with me in a dramatic way, "Son-in-law Lin, I beg you, please don't tell anyone! I'm begging you, okay? Look, I'm kneeling down for you."

"I can agree to it, but..."

"Hmm, I...I know. I can give it to you, as long as you don't tell anyone." Madam You agreed to my sexual request without hesitation.

I grabbed her breast and slowly squeezed it, my mouth searching for her fragrant lips on her face. "Actually, your husband can do whatever he wants without any regard for privacy. I know you're a woman with a very strong sex drive; I knew that the moment I lifted the covers from your bed."

"Ah...ah...don't do this, son-in-law, don't do this..." Feng Jie could no longer remain calm. Although the man had made an excuse for her this time, she could no longer be calm. She was itchy all over from the kisses and could only shrink her neck and reach out to stop him.

"Madam, you are quite beautiful too. Let me pamper you properly." Feeling that she had no strength in her hands, he continued to destroy her already broken defenses without any regard for her, while pressing down with his right arm, trying to push her down onto the bed.

Madam You was quite conflicted. Although she had just made up her mind, she hesitated when the time came. "Am I really going to cheat on my husband? This doesn't seem like cheating. It's him, he's going to rape me. But what will others say if they find out? I don't care what others say, I won't let a third person know about this. He only wants my beauty, so I'll give it to him, as long as he keeps it a secret."

My tongue had already entered Madam You's fragrant mouth and began to taste her tongue.

At first, Madam You kept her mouth tightly shut, refusing to let me cross the line. But she couldn't withstand my persistent efforts and finally broke through. I stirred up a huge wave in her mouth, but Madam You only clumsily cooperated with me. Clearly, she had never been kissed before, or rather, Jia Zhen had never kissed her.

Madam You kept her mouth closed, trapping the lecherous man's tongue between her lips. She wouldn't take the initiative; she would just hold it there, always silently enduring. She was like a lone boat in a vast ocean, drifting with the current, any resistance futile.

The lecherous man took two steps back, and Madam You opened her eyes a crack. She saw him looking her up and down with an admiring gaze. This shame was immense; she felt her face was even hotter than on her wedding night, and she covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.

I pulled Yu's hands away, reached behind her, and pinched her pert buttocks. I lowered my head and slowly kissed her shoulders, my movements incredibly tender, as if the slightest pressure would hurt her delicate skin. Little did she know how fierce the battle that followed would be.

"Mmm..." Yu covered her face again. She was in a very delicate state of mind. Although the sensations she received from the outside world were her own, the body that received them was not her own. It was as if she were watching two people entwined from afar, yet she could know the woman's feelings.

Subconsciously, she seemed to welcome my intrusion, but her pride prevented her from having the courage to actively accept me. My knees slowly bent, and my head sank lower. My tongue slid over the beauty's neck, chest, and breasts, stopping at the nipples that were faintly visible beneath the lace.

"Mmm...mmm..." As this wicked man played with her shapely buttocks and sucked on her nipples, You Shi was overjoyed. Besides the physical pleasure, there was a criminal excitement—or rather, the excitement of finally breaking free of her shackles after a long struggle.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had shared a room with Jia Zhen. For the past few years, she had spent countless long nights under his own hands.

You Shi bit her lip hard. She knew that if she relaxed even a little, she would scream. She didn't know what she would scream; perhaps something extremely lewd. Because this feeling was so incredibly exciting. This lecherous man was completely different from Jia Zhen. Jia Zhen would only drunkenly press his thin body against her, doing whatever he wanted, completely disregarding her feelings.

Before she could even begin to enjoy the unusual sexual encounter, a huge, foreign object suddenly forced its way into her mouth…

After a whirlwind of passion, Madam You angrily cried out, “You… how could you do this?”

I retorted angrily, “This is my punishment for you. You always avoid speaking up, no matter who or what it is, you always have an attitude of indifference.”

Madam You tried to speak, but her lips were already swollen, and her red cheeks ached with every movement.

Looking at her ridiculous expression, I laughed, “Good and evil will eventually be rewarded; it’s not that retribution won’t come, it’s just that the time hasn’t arrived yet. Now the time has come, and you can’t escape it today.”

Madam You looked at me in horror. Had she encountered a perverted lecher?

You Shi couldn't continue thinking because a sudden gust of wind aimed at her body blew into her. Amidst immense pain and strange sensations, she lost herself…

Chapter 105 Bao Feng Goes Mad

After thoroughly punishing You Shi, I triumphantly walked out of the room. After my ordeal, she wouldn't be able to get out of bed for at least ten days. After punishing Jia Zhen and Jia Rong, father and son, I finally left the mansion to rest at the inn.

What do you, dear readers, ask? How to deal with the Jia father and son? Hehe, what do you all think is the best punishment for those two lecherous creatures? I think you can guess without me saying!

The next day at dawn, Qin Keqing woke up. After understanding the cause and effect of the matter, Qin Keqing, contrary to her usual self, asked me to teach her martial arts!

This put me in a difficult position. Although I possess unparalleled skills, I only know how to teach men's techniques. Apart from the Nine Heavens Subduing Woman Technique, there are no other techniques suitable for women to practice.

Out of respect for Qin Keqing, I didn't want to use the same methods I used on other women on her. To be honest, I had a peaceful attitude towards her. I asked nothing of her, only wanted to help her.

Finally, it was decided that Sister Wu and Sister Wu would teach her martial arts!

Wu Zetian had been locking herself in her room these past few days, I didn't know what she was doing, she hadn't practiced, perhaps she was thinking about something.

Yingshi and the other two girls' conditions were becoming more stable, and they should wake up in a few days.

The other girls were busy with their own things, leaving me alone, so I had to go to the Jia mansion again.

Meanwhile, Lin Daiyu hadn't seen Jia Baoyu for several days. These days Jia Baoyu had been staying indoors, and she missed him terribly. They had grown up together since childhood, for three years now, their bond was that of childhood sweethearts.

Therefore, she asked Lin Lan to go to Jia Baoyu's courtyard. Lin Lan knew her husband's true nature well. She had met Jia Baoyu a few times and always thought he was too effeminate, too much like a woman, lacking any manly spirit. He was also the most useless of them all, good for neither books nor martial arts, spending his days surrounded by women—a complete pleasure-seeking wastrel.

Daiyu was frail and sickly, her yin energy already excessive and her yang energy weak. If she were to unite with a man of such strong yin energy, she feared she would die sooner or later.

But she couldn't resist Lin Daiyu's persistent pursuit; she doted on her. So, she took Xiangling and Zijuan, along with several maids, and went to Jia Baoyu's courtyard.

Upon arriving at Jia Baoyu's room, she was surprised to find Li Wan, Xue Baochai, and Wang Xifeng all there. The women immediately surrounded the "Second Master Bao," chatting and laughing.

They were all enjoying themselves, but Lin Lan, being new to the place, didn't have much to say to them. Jia Baoyu's eyes lit up the moment he saw Lin Xiangling, praising her as a beautiful girl.

Xiangling, seeing this man also wearing makeup, secretly looked down on him. Being a simple girl, her emotions were easily read on her face. Annoyed by Jia Baoyu's persistent questioning, she asked, "Mother, when is Brother Xu coming to play with me?"

These words struck Jia Baoyu like a thunderbolt, causing him to change color drastically. He immediately shifted his focus, no longer daring to look at Lin Lan and Lin Xiangling.

Everyone was puzzled; Jia Baoyu was usually fearless, never afraid of anyone except his father, Jia Zheng. They hadn't expected that in just a few days, this "troublemaker" would be so terrified. Whether they had met Xu Zhengqi before or not, everyone became even more interested in him.

Wang Xifeng, in particular, grew increasingly eager to know everything.

Just as Lin Lan was about to scold Xiang Ling, several people entered through the door. It turned out to be Jia Zheng's two concubines, Aunt Zhao and Aunt Zhou, who had come to see Jia Baoyu.

Upon seeing them, Jia Baoyu's mood worsened. He sullenly insisted on going to play in the courtyard, so the group split into two. One group chatted with Wang Xifeng in the room, while the other went outside with Jia Baoyu.

Lin Lan, also feeling restless, chatted with Wang Xifeng and the others for a while before coming out. As soon as she and Xiang Ling stepped outside, they heard Jia Baoyu shout, "I'm going to die!"

They saw Jia Baoyu jump three or four feet high, spouting incoherent nonsense, making a complete commotion.

Lin Lan and Xiang Ling rushed to Lin Daiyu's side. Lin Daiyu was already terrified and quickly ordered the maids to inform Lady Wang and Grandmother Jia.

The group of women present were all frail and weak; how could they possibly control this madman, Jia Baoyu? At this point, Jia Baoyu went even more mad, grabbing a lawnmower, a broom, and a stick from the grass and waving them wildly, smashing anyone in sight, including Lin Daiyu.

Only Lin Lan, whose health had improved somewhat, reacted quickly and pulled Lin Daiyu away from his clutches.

Jia Baoyu became even more violent, brandishing knives and sticks, threatening suicide, causing utter chaos.

Soon, Grandmother Jia and Lady Wang arrived, and upon seeing him, they trembled with shock, not knowing what to do. They could only cry out, "My son! My precious darling..." Their incoherent wailing only made the scene more chaotic and out of control.

After this commotion, the maids informed everyone, and Jia She, Lady Xing, Jia Zhen, Jia Zheng, Jia Lian, Jia Rong, Jia Yun, Jia Ping, Aunt Xue, Zhou Rui's wife, and all the men, women, and children of the household, young and old, came to the garden to watch. Chaos erupted instantly in the courtyard, with no one knowing what to do.

Just as everyone was at a loss, Wang Xifeng, whom they hadn't seen in a long time, suddenly burst into the garden carrying a gleaming steel knife. Her hair was disheveled, and she was utterly devoid of

any semblance of authority, resembling a complete madwoman. She killed chickens, dogs, and people indiscriminately. The crowd grew even more panicked. Just as the situation became utterly chaotic, a tall figure descended from the sky. Without any apparent movement, Jia Baoyu and Wang Xifeng suddenly froze, collapsing to the ground. The women, including Grandmother Jia and Lady Wang, screamed in fright and rushed to help them up.

Who else could it be but Xu Zhengqi?

"I only subdued their sleeping pressure points. Let them calm down and sleep for a while!"

The women rushed forward, protecting Bao Feng and her niece as they went into the house. Jia Zheng, however, led a group of men, bowed gratefully to me, and said, "Today, we are fortunate to have had the help of a master who saved my son and niece. We have yet to ask for your name!"

"Uncle, you flatter me. We are relatives, after all."

After some polite small talk with Jia Zheng, we finally got to the point.

“Brother Xu,” I said, feigning profundity, “what kind of evil spirit has bewitched my two nephews?”

“Judging from my experience in the martial world,” I replied, “your son and niece must be afflicted by some kind of sorcery.”

Jia Zheng said, “They always stay within the inner quarters, never even stepping outside the main gate. How could they have offended anyone from the martial world?”

I pondered for a moment, then looked up and said, “Every effect has a cause! In my opinion, your son and nephew must have offended someone in the household, leading this culprit to hire evil spirits to kill.”

Jia Zheng was greatly surprised. After exchanging a few more polite words, we parted ways. In truth, through this conversation, I discovered that Jia Zheng was rigid, inflexible, and acted entirely according to Confucian principles. Even after I made it so obvious, he still couldn't imagine anyone in the Jia household daring to harm Jia Baoyu and Wang Xifeng. It was clear that women truly held power in the Jia household, and the men were all useless.

Having just finished speaking with Jia Zheng, my mother, the Dowager Lady Shi, sent someone to summon me.

Following the maidservant to the Dowager Lady Shi's hall, I saw two maidservants supporting an elderly woman with a full head of silver hair who came out to greet me

. Judging from her appearance, she was at least seventy years old; she must be the Dowager Lady Shi. Upon seeing me, the Dowager Lady Shi was like seeing a single star in the darkness, a savior. She hurriedly ordered the maidservants to invite me to sit in the seat of honor and to prepare tea. Although she was in a great hurry, she still maintained her dignified demeanor, introducing me to each of the ladies present.

First, she introduced Lady Wang, Jia Baoyu's mother, Jia Zheng's wife, the younger sister of Prince Teng, the current military governor of the capital, and the elder sister of Aunt Xue. Her appearance was indeed very similar to Aunt Xue's, and her figure was just as voluptuous. Her skin was fair and smooth, and despite being in her forties, her face showed few signs of aging. Her full figure was slightly overweight, even more so than Aunt Xue's. She sat upright in her chair, nervously watching me, her brow furrowed with obvious arrogance, revealing her as an unreasonable woman.

Then came Madam Xing, who was also somewhat beautiful, but much older, nearing fifty. Wrinkles had etched many marks on her face, her eyes were small and gloomy, and her lips were thin, suggesting a mean-spirited person.

Next were Aunt Xue and Li Wan, both of whom I had met before, especially Aunt Xue, with whom I had the closest contact. After a slight bow, they dared not look at me again.

There was also Aunt Zhao, Jia Zheng's concubine. Grandmother Jia only mentioned her by her title and then said nothing more. This Aunt Zhao was incredibly alluring. If she removed her thick makeup, I think she would be even more beautiful. Her figure was undeniably curvaceous, and despite being nearly forty, her large breasts didn't sag like those of Lady Wang and the others. Her

nipples, the size of soybeans, stretched her blouse so tight they bulged out like two tiny beans; if it weren't for my sharp eyesight, I probably wouldn't have been able to see them clearly. Clearly, she was another harlot.

There were only a few important figures in the hall; the younger generation, like Lin Daiyu, had already gone to fawn over Jia Baoyu.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Who was Jia Baoyu? Nothing more than a lazy bum who only knew how to apply makeup and wallow in women's company, indiscriminately seducing any woman who was even slightly pretty or handsome. Heaven was truly unfair; just because he was born into a noble family, he was naturally able to come into contact with so many beautiful women and have them flock to him.

Grandmother Jia said, "Young Master Lin, you must save Baoyu! He's my heart and soul! If anything happens to him, this old woman won't want to live anymore."

Lady Wang and the others quickly comforted Grandmother Jia, and I said, "Grandmother, don't worry. In less than three days, I'll definitely have a lively and energetic Baoyu back for you." Grandmother

Jia, upon hearing this, excitedly asked, "Is that really true?"

"Grandmother, do you want me to sign a pledge?" I said with a smile, dispelling the somber atmosphere.

Grandmother Jia smiled as well, saying, "I'm not an army soldier; I don't have any pledges to make. I naturally trust you. Daughter-in-law, if Young Master Xu has any instructions, just do as he says. While Feng Lazi is recuperating, you'll take charge of the affairs of the household."

Lady Wang, upon hearing this, quickly accepted the order.

I said to Grandmother Jia, "Young Master Bao is currently possessed by an evil spirit, and his health is already weak. Do you have any spiritual objects in your household?"

Lady Wang hurriedly replied that Jia Baoyu possessed a jade pendant he had been born with. She even ordered someone to bring it to me for me to see.

I quickly said, "No need. This object is already spiritual and must not be defiled. Hang it on the threshold of the bedroom, and place the two of them together in the room. Except for their own family, wife, and mother, no female spirits should disturb it. After three days, I guarantee their health will be restored, their illness will subside, and they will be back to normal."

As soon as I spoke, Lady Wang busied herself arranging for them to be moved to her room, and the jade pendant was hung on the threshold again to ward off the evil spirit. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, except for Aunt Zhao, whose lips curled into a slight smile, her eyes flashing with mockery.

I chuckled inwardly; it seemed tonight would be another splendid night.

Based on my deduction, there were several clues leading to Baoyu and Fengyu's madness.

Both of them had offended the same person, who clearly wanted to kill Bao and Feng. But they couldn't do it openly, so some despicable and underhanded methods, like sorcery, were the best option.

Sorcery—there's a technique circulating in the martial arts world called paper doll making. This kind of magic belongs to the category of witchcraft; it's evil and vicious, killing silently and controlling the victim. Fortunately, acupressure works; otherwise, I don't know how to break it.

This is all what Fifteenth Aunt—"Poisonous Woman of Miaoling" Miao Meiling—told me, though I didn't hear it carefully at the time, only getting the gist.

So, now the only option is to find the culprit. According to what Ping'er told me, whoever dared to frame Bao and Feng must hold a significant position in the Jia family, and their deaths would definitely bring direct benefits to the culprit. Otherwise, the culprit wouldn't have bothered to harm them.

Moreover, this culprit must be a woman! Why? Blood on a crane's head, a wasp's stinger. Neither of these two is truly poisonous; the most poisonous is a woman's heart!

There are so many women and so few men in the Jia household. And Bao-yu and Feng-yu have the most contact with women. Naturally, the most suspicious person who framed them should be a woman.

According to my private investigation, a few days before Jia Bao-yu went mad, he had an argument with Jia Huan, the son of Aunt Zhao.

The incident stemmed from Jia Huan's secret infatuation with a maid named Cai-xia who served Lady Wang. One night, Lady Wang ordered him to go to her room to copy the Diamond Sutra and recite it.

Jia Bao-yu arrived while he was copying. Being a philanderer, he wanted to flirt and tease any woman he saw, and he didn't spare Cai-xia either. Jia Bao-yu and Cai-xia were playing around on the kang (heated brick bed), and Jia Huan, unable to bear it, harbored resentment. He secretly pretended to be careless and spilled a burning lamp oil on Jia Bao-yu, covering his head and face with oil and burning his face with blisters.

Because of this incident, Lady Wang berated Jia Huan mercilessly, and even scolded Aunt Zhao, who had rushed over to see what was happening.

Therefore, I concluded that it was highly likely Aunt Zhao had long been looked down upon by everyone in the Jia household. This incident ignited her long-held resentment, leading her to hire a witch to plot against Baoyu and Wang Xifeng.

With Jia Baoyu dead, the Jia family's power would inevitably fall to Jia Huan, the only descendant. With Wang Xifeng dead, the Jia family's power would certainly shift, perhaps even to Aunt Zhao.

However, if I saved Baoyu and Wang Xifeng and punished Aunt Zhao, it would naturally eliminate an internal threat to the Jia family, but what benefit would it bring me?

I am neither greedy for power nor money; I simply want to satisfy my excessively strong desires and my lustful nature.

If I did this, wouldn't I achieve three things at once?

After some deliberation, I told Lady Wang's maid that no one, man or woman, except for Lady Wang herself, was allowed to enter the sickroom. A secluded, quiet courtyard was to be prepared, along with a room for me.

As the "doctor," I needed to closely monitor the progress of their illnesses! For three days, no one, regardless of who they were, was to set foot in this secluded courtyard. Aunt Zhao and Aunt Xue would guard the outer gate. Why two aunts?

It was a matter of using one to subdue another, a way to subdue evil with a show of force.

My suggestions puzzled the other women, but under the orders of the supreme matriarch of the Jia family, Old Madam Shi, the measures were implemented one by one.

In less than two hours, everything was perfectly prepared. In a secluded corner of the Jia mansion, in a large, long-abandoned house, Lady Wang, the two patients, and I lived in the inner courtyard. Aunt Xue and Aunt Zhao lived in the outer room.

After a period of commotion, in front of everyone, I hung the precious jade on the threshold, and then, one by one, chased everyone out of the courtyard.

With a bang, the door slammed shut, leaving only two men and four women inside the enormous cage. In reality, one of them was half-dead, making it truly a lone man and four women crammed into one room. Dear readers, to find out what happens next, please stay tuned for the next installment!

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