[Fantasy] Chronicles of the Hehuan Palace (Complete) - 13-15

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words carried a hint of malicious teasing.

Nanyang stiffened his neck, ignoring him completely.

A hand deftly slipped under his breastplate from the side, found the tightly bound collar, loosened the ties, and tore open his clothes. Lu Ling buried his head in the crook of his neck, gently blowing on the delicate skin of his nape, then licking it with his tongue.

Nanyang shifted his neck uncomfortably, tickled by the actions, and was furious at Lu Ling's groping.

"Let me go!"

"No, of course not." Lu Ling bit him hard again, Nanyang's eyebrows twitched, but he didn't make a sound.

"This is a military camp! What kind of behavior is this!"

"So what if it's a military camp?" Lu Ling smiled nonchalantly, then raised his eyebrows high, staring intently at Nanyang's handsome face:

"My great general, do you know, I'm incredibly jealous right now, my heart is burning with jealousy."

"Utterly boring!"

Nanyang glared at him angrily and snorted coldly.

Lu Ling, unperturbed, reached his hand, which had been untying the sash, inside Nanyang's clothes. He expertly probed for a moment, then grabbed Nanyang's left breast, pinching the flesh hard, his fingers tightening sharply. Nanyang froze, a muffled groan escaping his throat, his previously straight back slumping. Lu Ling's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a fierce expression.

"Where's your undergarment? Why aren't you wearing it?"

The moment he uttered the word "undergarment," Nanyang's face darkened, his brows furrowing. He struggled, but Lu Ling held him even tighter.

"Why aren't you wearing it?"

Lu Ling questioned again, this time Nanyang simply closing his eyes and ignoring him. Seeing this, Lu Ling, already in a bad mood, grew even angrier. His once melodious voice became cold and menacing, like the calm before a storm.

Seeing that he remained silent, Lu Ling increased the pressure of her hands, kneading his chest forcefully. He was quite strong, and after several heavy kneads, the chest, being a sensitive area, still let out a few soft moans of pain despite Nanyang's gritted teeth and resistance.

"Will you talk or not, hmm?" The handsome young prince pursed his lips, his earlier teasing gaze now dark and brooding, clearly furious and determined to extract an answer from him, showing no sign of giving up until he got what he wanted.

After a long while, Nanyang finally spoke.

"I'm not used to it..." he gasped for breath, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. "Besides, it's not convenient in the camp... people might see us."

"Fool," Lu Ling's face finally brightened, gently wiping the sweat from his forehead

. "You only think I forced you to wear a bellyband to play with you, but if you don't wear this for a long time, without its protection, your breasts might sag badly when you get old. Look, your little nipples are all chafed raw by the armor."

His hand caressed Nanyang's chest, then suddenly pinched the sensitive nipple on Nanyang's right breast, which was chafed raw, and pulled it out forcefully.

"You!" Nanyang suddenly opened his eyes and shouted.

That hateful hand pressed down hard on his breast flesh before finally withdrawing from his undergarment. The culprit looked innocent and spread his hand out for him to see.

"I haven't helped you suckle for a few days, so it's leaked out."

A few drops of milky white liquid clung to his well-maintained, slender white fingers.

Upon seeing this, Nanyang's old face flushed red, and he was momentarily speechless.

Lu Ling looked at his fingers, then suddenly smiled, his eyes crinkling into crescents, exuding an indescribable charm that captivated Nanyang.

He brought his milk-stained fingers to his nose and sniffed lightly, then opened his beautiful lips and took them into his mouth, sucking them with smacking sounds.

"So fragrant and sweet." After sucking a few drops of milk, he smiled at Nanyang, then lifted the other's chin and pressed his lips tightly against Nanyang's.

Their tongues met, intertwining, and the milky aroma from Lu Ling's mouth filled Nanyang's mouth.

After the kiss, Lu Ling shamelessly wrapped his arms around Nanyang's waist, buried his head in his chest, and said cheekily,

"I'm thirsty, feed me milk."

"No!"

"You have no choice but to agree." Lu Ling said, then made a move to remove the armor Nanyang was wearing.

“No, not now.” A hint of fear appeared on Nanyang’s face. He knew Lu Ling was the type who wouldn’t respond to force but to gentle persuasion, so he could only suppress his anger and embarrassment and plead for mercy:

“I have official business to attend to…you…wait until later…”

“Later?” Lu Ling raised an eyebrow, clearly unwilling: “My elder brother will be coming tonight, and he’ll definitely try to take a share from me. I don’t want that.”

At this moment, Nanyang’s face turned somewhat pale:

“He’ll be coming too?”

“Of course.” As he spoke, Lu Ling kissed him hard again: “Do you think that just by pleading with Father Emperor and being allowed to stay in the military camp without returning to the city, you can escape our grasp?”

Nanyang fell silent, not uttering a word.

Lu Ling’s gaze was deep and dark, as if he wanted to devour him whole:

“Today I’ve come on behalf of my father to deliver the imperial decree summoning you back to court, hence this toast. If you dare to run away again next time, you’ll only have the penalty of drinking the penalty wine.”

Nanyang’s face instantly turned ugly.

In a matter of moments, Lu Ling had skillfully removed Nanyang's armor. He had removed this commander's armor from Nanyang countless times, so his technique was incredibly familiar.

Nanyang tried to break free, but Lu Ling grabbed his hands, lifted them high behind his head, and pinned them against the wall. He could no longer resist.

"Always so restless," Lu Ling chuckled, stripping Nanyang of his outer robe, leaving only his snow-white inner shirt. Without any hesitation, he lifted the thin inner shirt high, then scanned Nanyang's exposed upper body, his eyes already showing a hint of intoxication.

Years of martial arts training had sculpted Nanyang's muscles to a remarkably firm physique. His six-pack abs were taut in his lower abdomen, and his broad shoulders and narrow hips gave him a handsome, slender figure. His fair complexion and tanned skin were undeniably alluring. Lu Ling pulled his inner shirt up to Nanyang's armpits before stopping, forcing Nanyang's chest to be exposed. He struggled uneasily, his eyes filled with anger mixed with a hint of helplessness.

If Qingyang were present and saw Nanyang's current state, he would likely gasp in surprise.

For Nanyang was exactly like him.

A man's chest should be flat, but General Nanyang's exposed chest featured two incredibly full and prominent pectoral muscles, his breasts as large and round as a woman's. Between his breasts was a deep cleavage, and two large, light brown nipples stood erect, their areolas bearing faint scratch marks—the marks left by Lu Ling's fierce attack during their passionate encounter not long ago.

Lu Ling buried his face contentedly in Nanyang's chest, rubbing his pretty cheek against Nanyang's full breasts. He took a deep breath and let out a satisfied sigh:

"I've missed you so much these past few days."

Nanyang looked at him, a little embarrassed, but having been treated like this for so long, he hadn't quite gotten used to it, but he had accepted it calmly.

"You..."

He shook his head slightly, a hint of affection in his eyes, almost unnoticed unless you looked closely.

Lu Ling shifted, moving his head to Nanyang's left chest, and gently licked Nanyang's nipple with the tip of his tongue. His face was almost completely pressed against Nanyang's left breast, his high nose touching the soft flesh, inhaling its warm breath and the sweet, milky scent he loved.

Not content with merely teasing the tiny nipple openings with his tongue, he also gently held the base of the nipple in his mouth with his teeth, biting down and pulling outwards until the nipple and flesh deformed. He controlled his strength perfectly, releasing the nipple before Nanyang could cry out in pain, only to bite down again a moment later. Just as the nipple was about to hurt from the pulling, he quickly released it, repeating this several times until the originally soft, light brown nipple became hard and erect. Even the right breast, which hadn't been touched, also hardened.

Unconsciously, Nanyang let out a soft moan. With her breasts being played with like this, she seemed to have been aroused, even slightly thrusting her chest forward, wanting to press closer to Lu Ling.

Lu Ling smiled slightly, cupping Nanyang's left breast in both hands, kneading and squeezing the round orb into various shapes. The soft flesh even peeked out from between his fingers, looking extremely lewd. Because he used a bit too much force, red marks quickly appeared on the breast. Lu Ling, with his half-grown fingernails, gently scratched Nan Yang's sensitive areolas with considerable force. Nan Yang's breathing quickened instantly, and his hands, which had been released earlier, quietly wrapped around Lu Ling's shoulders. Thus, it now appeared as if he was leaning against the wall, actively embracing Lu Ling, letting him do as he pleased in his arms.

Both were breathing heavily, and Nan Yang's face was already flushed.

They were in the tent; someone could burst in at any moment and see their commander pinned against the wall, his breasts being fondled, being subjected to lewd acts.

An unease hung in the air, making Nan Yang exceptionally sensitive. His nipples were already tingling and almost swollen from Lu Ling's sucking. He was terrified of being seen, his heart pounding with anxiety. Every movement Lu Ling made made his heart leap.

Every kiss Lu Ling placed on his chest felt like a small flame, threatening to set him ablaze.

Suddenly, Lu Ling bit down hard on his nipple. Startled, Nan Yang cried out, feeling his left nipple tighten instantly. Then, a surge of warm liquid shot through the nipple, and milk spurted out, splashing onto Lu Ling's face.

A few drops of the milky white liquid clung to the ends of Lu Ling's hair, making his delicate face appear even more alluring.

Nan Yang froze, then turned his face away forcefully.

Lu Ling, however, laughed, sticking out his pink tongue to lick away a drop of milk from the corner of his mouth. Seeing that Nan Yang's face was flushed red to the roots of his neck, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, he was clearly very embarrassed. Therefore, he stopped teasing him, lest he anger him and make things uncomfortable for both of them.

He lowered his head again, took the left nipple into his mouth, and sucked hard. Sweet milk flowed into his mouth continuously. To him, the milk from Nanyang's breasts was a superior delicacy, even surpassing the finest celestial nectar. He loved it dearly, but he always had to fight with his elder brother for it, so he never got much.

Suddenly, Lu Ling raised his head, held Nanyang's chin with his hand, forced him to turn his head, and then kissed his lips, transferring all the milk

he had just sucked into Nanyang's mouth. Nanyang quickly realized what was being transferred into his mouth, but the milk was already in his throat, and he couldn't spit it out. In a panic, he could only swallow his own milk, then choked and coughed.

Lu Ling quickly patted his back, feeling quite distressed.

"Get away!"

Nanyang ignored him and reached out to push Lu Ling away, but the other restrained his hands and tied them behind his back.

"If you keep disobeying me, I'm going to get angry."

In desperation, he stretched out his leg to kick again, but Lu Ling reacted quickly, grabbing his leg, lifting it high, and striking his pressure points, rendering him unable to move his hands.

Seeing his shamelessness, Nan Yang cursed,

"Despicable!"

"What did you say?" Although Lu Ling's lips curved into a smile, there was no smile in his eyes. He reached into Nan Yang's waist, lifted his clothes, and removed his underpants, revealing a garden full of spring colors.

Lu Ling lifted Nan Yang's slender right leg, while his other hand restlessly caressed his lower body. With his underpants forcibly removed, his lower body was left with nothing to cover it, only the hem of his draped inner garment concealing a bit of his allure. Lu Ling's teasing had aroused his desire, and Nan Yang's lower body was already hot. Lu Ling touched his erect nipple a few times, then quickly shifted his focus, concentrating all his attention on kneading his anus.

The little hole, already accustomed to the pleasures of love, had only been teased a few times by fingers before it uncontrollably gushed forth its honeyed fluid, wetting Lu Ling's fingers. Nan Yang groaned softly a few times, and her thighs, which had been forced up, spontaneously wrapped around Lu Ling's waist.

"Little slut, how come you're wet so quickly?" Lu Ling said with ill intent, "Tell your husband, did you secretly go to that little servant to taste the fish?"

"Nonsense...what nonsense are you talking about..." Nan Yang gasped, as Lu Ling's three fingers dug into his anus, scratching the sensitive walls forcefully. The fingertips were covered in sticky honeyed fluid, even making a squelching sound, moving in and out smoothly, so much so that he almost ejaculated.

"You dare say you didn't?" Lu Ling frowned.

"No...no...no...uh!"

Another finger was inserted, filling the small hole completely. The opening was taut without a single wrinkle, bright red, and with the movement of the finger, some clear mucus was drawn out, glistening with a glistening sheen, looking incredibly obscene.

"If you dare to lie, I'll put my whole fist inside you."

Lu Ling's threat clearly had an effect; Nan Yang's body trembled slightly, shrinking almost imperceptibly, seemingly terrified of his words. After a long while, he finally gasped,

"He's one of my people... I was only taking care of him because of that... How... how could I do such a filthy thing with him..."

As he spoke, a thin blush spread across his face, even the tip of his nose was stained with it, his starry eyes were shrouded in a mist of desire, his lips were rosy from Lu Ling's kisses, and his chest heaved up and down with his rapid breathing, his light brown nipples swaying slightly, a few drops of milk still clinging to his left breast, a single drop of milky white brimming in his nipple, tempting one to kiss it.

Lu Ling's eyes darkened, almost drawn into an uncontrollable vortex by his alluring beauty, he quickly composed himself, cursing him under his breath as a devil, and withdrew his fingers from his little hole, bringing with them a lot of wet, sticky honey-like fluid. He suddenly laughed, then pinched Nanyang's left breast again, squeezing out a lot of milk that splashed onto his hand. He then inserted his milk-covered hand into Nanyang's anus, using the milk as lubricant. Seeing his lewd actions, Nanyang was immediately ashamed and speechless. Lu Ling unbuttoned his lower garment, his engorged and burning penis already eagerly exposed. He grabbed Nanyang's waist, lifted him up, and leaned forward, aiming his glans at the entrance of his anus, slowly inserting it. If

it weren't for the fact that they were in a busy military camp, Nanyang would probably have already cried out. Now, he could only desperately suppress his moans, trying his best to dilate his anus to accommodate Lu Ling's penis.

It didn't take much effort, and with the milk and honey lubricating the passage, the little hole, after countless training sessions, slowly accommodated Lu Ling's penis. Once fully inside, the inner walls of the vagina spontaneously tightened and contracted, almost causing Lu Ling, who hadn't had time to release, to ejaculate.

"Slap!" A crisp slap rang out; it turned out Lu Ling had slapped Nan Yang's buttocks.

Nan Yang was immediately enraged, forcefully shoving Lu Ling's shoulder:

"What are you doing!"

"You're naughty, of course your husband has to spank you." Lu Ling said matter-of-factly, grabbing Nan Yang's firm buttocks several times with obvious affection, then slapping them several more times, the sound echoing loudly. Several red marks immediately appeared on his round buttocks. Nan Yang was truly furious at being bullied, glaring at him fiercely, wishing her eyes could spit fire to burn Lu Ling.

"What, trying to defy your husband?" Lu Ling looked at him brazenly, her tone full of smugness and provocation, but there was not a trace of joy in her eyes.

"..."

After staring at him silently for a long while, Nanyang's face turned pale and then flushed. Just as he was about to say something, Lu Ling, taking him by surprise, thrust his hips forcefully, slowly inserting his enormous penis into Nanyang's tight little hole. He held him tightly, his penis thrusting upwards fiercely, the fleshy tendons swallowed up to the root of the penis, penetrating deep into Nanyang's inner depths, rapidly moving in and out between his thighs. Each time, he could clearly feel the enormous fleshy tendons penetrating even deeper, the inner walls of his vagina spontaneously tightening around the penis, clinging tightly, as if reluctant to let it out. Each time the penis withdrew from Nanyang's body, the vaginal muscles would tremble, and some of the warm, lustful fluids inside the hole would be drawn out, soaking the entrance of the hole, pulling out some sticky silver threads, mixed with milky white milk.

The thrusting grew faster and faster. Lu Ling's strong hands gripped his waist, mischievously lifting his feet off the ground. As his penis entered his anus, he released his hands, using the momentum of Nan Yang's fall to thrust even deeper, almost penetrating his rectum.

The initial rage in his eyes gradually subsided under the wild rhythm. Finally, Nan Yang could only let out a soft sigh and tighten his embrace with Lu Ling.

Although Lu Ling often teased him, he had never been so malicious as to play with him today. He knew Lu Ling was angry, angry that he had left without permission, and jealous.

Ever since he met Lu Ling as a child, that beautiful, delicate, and exquisitely beautiful child whom he mistook for a girl, the young Nan Yang had wholeheartedly wanted to marry him, to cherish him and protect him with all his heart, no matter how maliciously the other teased him. As he grew older, unconditionally tolerating the willful and wicked second prince had become almost a long-standing habit.

Nanyang lowered his head, leaning slightly closer to Lu Ling, and as if apologizing, gently kissed the other's slightly flushed cheek.

Just like when they were children, whenever Lu Ling teased him too much and was scolded by his brother, causing him to feel down, he would comfort him like this, which Lu Ling gladly accepted.

Caught off guard by this kiss, Lu Ling became wildly excited, thrusting into him even more forcefully. Nanyang's face flushed red from the impact, and he couldn't help but let out soft moans. A thin layer of sweat covered his forehead. The violent thrusts forced him to straighten his legs, a position that almost lifted him up, leaving his legs unsupported. He was forced to hook his right leg around Lu Ling's waist, practically hanging on him, the sounds of their bodies colliding making him blush.

At some point, Lu Ling buried his head in Nan Yang's chest again, licking his collarbone like a puppy, making smacking sounds as he licked, then biting it several times, leaving a patch of bluish-purple bruises around his beautiful collarbone. Then he took Nan Yang's long-neglected right nipple into his mouth, his tongue pressing against the nipple opening, sucking out a stream of warm, sweet-smelling milk.

Nan Yang let out a low gasp, his body trembling slightly from the arousal.

His anus was filled with a huge penis, being brutally fucked, each thrust penetrating deeper and harder, almost piercing his intestines, while his right breast was also being sucked by Lu Ling, being brutally fucked and sucked for milk. Nan Yang's eyes were lowered, his face flushed with lust.

His sizable penis was bent, hard as iron, swollen and red, the veins at the base of the shaft bulging faintly. Lu Ling sucked hard on his nipples, the milk flowing rapidly, some of it dripping from his breasts in a few faint white streaks, even flowing down his lower abdomen. Some milk gathered on the beautifully shaped muscles of his abdomen, while others trickled into the hair on his lower abdomen, the black pubic hair adorned with tiny white milk beads. Lu Ling's penis slammed into his anus with extraordinary force, his scrotum slamming against his buttocks, the opening red and burning with pain. Nanyang's buttocks were already soaking wet.

"Your Highness, slow...slow down..."

The usually stern and unsmiling General Nanyang was now begging for mercy, his once dark eyes now misty with a layer of fog, lost in the surging lust, his waist too weak to stand, supported by the man's strong hands, appearing somewhat frail.

Masculine, yet extremely seductive.

Lu Ling narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with ecstasy.

Suddenly, he stopped thrusting, slowly withdrawing his penis from Nanyang's anus. Satisfied, he lifted his head from Nanyang's embrace, released his arms from Nanyang's waist, changed his position, and turned him over so that he was facing the wall.

"Ugh!"

Nanyang's legs were weak from being fucked. He pressed his forehead against the wall, panting heavily, his fingers gripping the rough, uneven wall tightly to avoid falling to the ground in embarrassment.

A spasm ran through his anus. After the fleshy penis withdrew, a huge emptiness swept through his body from the core of his anus. He felt something wriggling inside his anus, and subconsciously clenched his legs. He felt a wet, sticky sensation, and warm, cool fluid flowed from his anus, trickling between his legs, and even some flowed down his thighs, landing on his ankles.

Nanyang froze, completely embarrassed, his body stiff and motionless. A fine layer of sweat covered his body, his smooth back exposed, glistening with a thin layer of perspiration, revealing his evenly textured, beautifully curved muscles—a truly captivating sight.

Lu Ling watched without blinking as the fluid slowly flowed from Nanyang's anus, trickling down his perineum, between his legs, and onto the floor.

Nanyang swallowed hard, his breathing unsteady.

Embarrassed, Nanyang tried to cover himself with his hands, but Lu Ling grabbed him firmly.

"You—"

he began, but Lu Ling roughly grabbed his hair, forcing him to turn his head. Before he could utter a sound, his lips were sealed, his teeth pried open, and Lu Ling's tongue invaded without hesitation. Nanyang

was forced to turn his head away, engaging in a French kiss with Lu Ling.

A long, deep kiss followed, Lu Ling's tongue sweeping across Nan Yang's mouth without restraint, entwining with his own, licking him delicately, passionately entwining him. Nan Yang's lips turned red from the kiss, glistening saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, his breathing becoming rapid, before Lu Ling finally released him.

Before he could recover, his rear was once again invaded by a huge penis. This time, his anus easily swallowed the foreign object, and Lu Ling thrust into him without hesitation.

"Ah!"

Nan Yang exclaimed in surprise, and then the man grasped his erect penis, caressing and stroking it meticulously.

"How can a husband only care about his own pleasure and ignore his wife?"

Lu Ling's hot breath whispered in his ear, teasing him almost against Nan Yang's ear.

"Shut up!"

Nan Yang gritted his teeth, quite embarrassed and annoyed.

Lu Ling chuckled twice, pried open his tightly closed legs, held his waist with one hand, and masturbated him with the other, thrusting his hips forcefully, even harder than before, fucking him hard, penetrating him.

His chest pressed against the wall, his thick, full breasts squeezed and slightly deformed, his sensitive, red nipples rubbing against the rough wall, pitifully rubbed with Lu Ling's rhythm, this deadly sensation stimulating Nanyang, he was overwhelmed by the intense pleasure and could hardly breathe.

"Your Highness, I, I can't take it anymore..."

"Slow...slower...ah!"

Lu Ling suddenly bit his neck hard, his hand holding his penis to the base, gently scraping the scrotum and perineum with his nails, the most sensitive spot on Nanyang's body.

Nanyang felt Lu Ling's penis grow larger and larger, even bigger than when it had first entered him. It throbbed violently inside him a few times. Lu Ling gripped his waist tightly, breathing heavily, and thrust his hips forcefully behind him—ejaculating all his pent-up semen inside him.

Nanyang's vision had already blurred, and he could no longer suppress his groans; his panting was almost seductive to the bone. Along with Lu Ling, his penis also ejaculated, splattering semen onto the wall.

He slumped to the ground; if Lu Ling hadn't been supporting him from behind, he probably would have collapsed already.

After a long while, Lu Ling finally withdrew his penis from Nan Yang's body, along with a gush of thick semen—all the seeds Lu Ling had sown inside him.

"Old men are really... useless."

Lu Ling looked at him, his eyes full of pity, then bent down, grabbed Nan Yang, and carried him horizontally into the back room.

He carefully washed Nan Yang's body and cleaned the filth from his anus. The lovemaking had exhausted him greatly; Nan Yang lay half-conscious in the water, his head tilted to the side. His skin was glossy from the water, his hair was disheveled, a few strands falling to his lips, his pale lips slightly parted, glistening with a clear, watery sheen. Seeing him like this, Lu Ling's breathing quickened, and he couldn't help but feel aroused again. He

mischievously increased the force of his stimulation of Nan Yang's anus, thick semen flowing from the slightly parted opening between his fingers, mixing with the water. Seeing his own semen flowing out of Nan Yang's body, Lu Ling pursed his lips and smiled with satisfaction.

“You—”

He gripped Nanyang’s hand tightly, bent down, and leaned in to gently kiss his moist lips.

Nanyang didn’t wake up until nightfall.

He rubbed his slightly aching temples and was about to sit up when he felt a slight discomfort in his lower body, a familiar dull pain in his anus. He lifted the blanket and found that he had been dressed in clean undergarments, looking quite refreshed.

Looking out the window, he saw that the sky was already dark; he didn’t know how long he had slept.

Just then, the wooden door creaked open, and Lu Ling entered, carrying a bowl of steaming soup, its aroma filling the air.

Nanyang subconsciously touched his stomach; it was indeed empty.

“Hungry? Try this fish soup,”

Lu Ling said, sitting directly on the edge of the bed, holding the bowl, scooping a spoonful of soup, blowing on it, and feeding it to him.

Nanyang hurriedly turned his head away, his face slightly flushed, and stammered,

"I'm not sick, I don't need to be fed like this..."

"Just some marital fun."

Lu Ling didn't take it seriously, still holding the spoon to Nanyang's lips, insisting on feeding him.

"No... I can do it myself..."

"If you refuse again, I'll get angry."

He didn't know what had gotten into Lu Ling, insisting on feeding him soup. Nanyang reluctantly swallowed two mouthfuls of soup from Lu Ling's hand. As a martial artist, he couldn't stand such a slow and ambiguous way of eating, so he simply took the bowl from Lu Ling's hand and drank the soup in one gulp.

"You're really impatient."

Lu Ling wasn't annoyed, resting his chin on his hand and watching his hurried eating, the corners of his mouth turned up. Seeing that Nanyang had finished drinking, he took the bowl and put it aside, then went to get him clothes:

"Get up, come and have your meal with me."

Nanyang was taken aback, then suddenly remembered that Lu Ling had come to deliver the imperial edict, and must have brought a large retinue. However, he had been disturbed at noon... and he had completely forgotten about the proper etiquette for entertaining him. He wondered if the deputy general had made the necessary arrangements.

"It's alright," Lu Ling narrowed his eyes, guessing what he was thinking: "I rode my horse and got here first. My elder brother and his men are still behind."

"So... you won't arrive until tonight?"

Nanyang glanced at the sky and quickly got up to change. Lu Ling stood by with his arms crossed, watching, and chuckled:

"You should hurry and have your meal with me first. Fill your stomach before you go see your elder brother. After all, the one who's really angry about you secretly asking the Emperor for your resignation isn't me, but him."

Hearing this, Nanyang shuddered, and his movements slowed down.

"Do you know how much effort he went to transfer you back from the northern frontier and keep you in the capital? He just wanted to keep you by his side, but you secretly transferred to the garrison and even ran away from his residence without saying goodbye—" As he

spoke, Lu Ling chuckled twice, his eyes full of pleasure:

"How will he punish you when he sees you today? I'm—looking forward to it."

Nanyang gritted his teeth, his face turning pale and then red, panting heavily. After a long while, he slowly raised his head, staring at Lu Ling and saying, word by word:

"I am a General of Chariots and Cavalry with a gold seal and purple ribbon. I should be commanding troops and conquering all directions. Why do you insist on keeping me trapped in the capital? What kind of person are you!"

"Hahahaha!" Lu Ling laughed loudly, grabbing his waist. "If you had said this ten years ago, I certainly wouldn't have argued with you. But now, our nation is strong and the world is at peace. Three years ago, all the northern tribes submitted to us, and there is no more fighting on the border. Yet you hide in the northern frontier and refuse to return. What do you mean by that?"

Nan Yang panted heavily, his face flushed, but he still stubbornly insisted,

"Even so, we cannot relax our defenses on the border."

"Don't argue with me." Lu Ling narrowed his eyes slightly. Seeing that Nan Yang had finished dressing, he got up to open the door.

Just then, footsteps approached from outside the main tent.

Outside the door, a white-faced, beardless old eunuch flicked his whisk and shouted in a high-pitched voice,

"The Crown Prince has arrived—"

Nan Yang's expression turned solemn. He quickly stepped forward and went out the door. He lowered his head, lifted his robe, and knelt down. Lu Ling also knelt down beside him, respectfully saluting the approaching figure from afar.

"This humble general has failed to greet you properly, and deserves to die."

It was too dark; in the crowd, the face of the leader was hidden in the firelight, only his resolute outline visible, his expression obscured.

He was exceptionally tall, his hands behind his back, wearing a black robe embroidered with a blue dragon pattern and gilded trim, subtly exuding royal nobility. The Crown Prince

remained silent for a long time, letting Nanyang kneel on the ground. After a long while, his knees grew weak. Lu Ling restlessly raised his head, meeting the Crown Prince's gaze.

Silence fell for a moment.

After a long while, the Crown Prince shifted his gaze, gave Nanyang a deep look, and slightly raised his hand:

"Rise!"

That night, Qingyang tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Every time he closed his eyes, the image of the young master from that day flashed through his mind: pale-faced, thin, gaunt, and weak.

Qingyang felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Why, why?

He was angry, resentful, and angry at him, yet he couldn't stop thinking about him... He even dreamed of him.

He covered his head with his pillow, forcing himself not to think about it.

The night was as black as ink, a few stars shone in the distant sky, the wind whistled outside the window, and the torches in the camp crackled.

Another sleepless night.

Qingyang sat upright, staring blankly at a wooden box on the table in front of him, motionless.

He had gotten up early that morning, just as he was about to go to work, when someone called him back at the well. A soldier with an unfamiliar face approached him. At the time, he was wondering why this stranger wanted to see him. The man handed him a small cloth bag, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Looking at the package in his hand, Qingyang was very puzzled. He thought and thought, but couldn't figure out what was inside. After thinking for a long time, he opened the bag with a lot of doubts, and froze when he saw it.

Inside the cloth bag was a simple, fish-shaped wooden box, carved with patterns—a very ordinary double-sided carp box.

Qingyang held the box, but his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Stroking the familiar grain of the wooden box, his throat went dry, and he almost dared not open it.

These two carp were all too familiar to him.

His hands trembled as he slowly opened the box.

Inside, nestled quietly, lay a sprig of apricot blossom.

The pink buds clustered tightly together, with delicate yellow stamens and rounded petals, brimming with life and incredibly lovely.

A silk ribbon was tied to the branch; untied, he saw a line of small characters written on it: "

I offer you a sprig of spring, to ease my longing."

In the blink of an eye, tears streamed down Qingyang's face.

This was a trick his young master often played with him. He remembered when Qingyang was about ten years old, his master had accompanied his father to visit relatives, but he had fallen ill and was bedridden, unable to go. His master had been gone for over half a month, so he had someone deliver a pair of carp to Qingyang, along with a letter and some novel trinkets to please him. Qingyang was overjoyed to receive the pair of carp. From then on, sending messages via the carp became a long-standing tradition between them. At the time, Qingyang was only touched by the young master's thoughtfulness, but now, reflecting on it, he realized that the gestures were filled with profound affection.

Qingyang hastily wiped away the tears from his eyes, gently stroking the young master's handwriting on the silk ribbon, lost in thought.

These days, for some reason, he kept thinking about the past.

Those memories were all intoxicatingly sweet.

Lost in thought, he heard a commotion outside. Qingyang quickly put down the wooden box, hiding it behind his pillow. Suddenly, he paused, then tucked the silk ribbon into his bosom before leaving to continue his work.

He went to the stables and thoroughly washed General Nanyang's beloved black steed. Its coat gleamed and glossy, its black fur looking exceptionally vibrant in the sunlight. He then carried the armor Nanyang had given him to change the previous day to be washed. The armor was extremely heavy, and Qingyang wobbled as he carried it, nearly falling several times. He was amazed that the general could move so freely in it every day.

After finishing all this, his back, hunched over all day, ached terribly. Qingyang rubbed his back and glanced at the sky; it was getting dark again. Another day had easily passed.

He took out a silk ribbon hidden in his pocket, examined it for a long time, carefully staring at the small characters on it. Qingyang sighed deeply and put it away.

The double carp must have been sent by the young master, meaning… the young master already knew he was here, in the garrison camp not far from the capital.

Indeed, thinking of the third brother he met yesterday, he must have told the young master about their encounter.

However, the young master only sent a carp-shaped box but didn't come to see him. What were his plans?

After a busy day, Qingyang returned to his room, intending to sit down and rest. Looking at the broom leaning against the wall, he suddenly remembered he hadn't done his routine cleaning of the general's quarters. He quickly grabbed his things and hurried over.

Reaching the door of Nanyang's bedroom, he was surprised to find it deserted. The two guards who usually stood watch at the door were nowhere to be seen. Qingyang felt a little strange. Looking through the window, he saw the room was dark, with only a faint candlelight. The room was dimly lit, and he couldn't see what was inside. Usually at this time, General Nanyang would be in his tent reviewing military texts. Why wasn't he here today? He hadn't seen him since this morning. Could he have taken the soldiers to the drill ground and hadn't returned yet?

Qingyang pondered this as he entered the bedroom. Reaching the door, he found it ajar.

He called out,

"General, General?"

There was no answer.

Only a small oil lamp burned in the room, its light dim and dim.

Qingyang was about to light the lamp on his desk when he heard several soft moans. The voices sounded familiar; it was clearly the General's. He looked up and saw the curtains hanging over the large bed in the bedroom. He quickly went over, lifted the curtains, and froze.

A strong masculine scent wafted out, filled with the smell of lust.

General Nanyang lay on the bed, his face flushed, his eyes covered by a strip of cloth, and there were traces of semen at the corners of his mouth.

Qingyang had experienced many intimate moments and knew what he had just gone through, but he never expected to witness such a scene. His head buzzed, and his face turned bright red. He quietly turned to leave, but Nanyang groaned twice and turned over wearily.

As he turned, the thin blanket covering him fell to his waist, revealing his body covered in hickeys and his bare chest, completely exposed to Qingyang's eyes.

Qingyang stopped abruptly the moment he turned around.

Staring at Nanyang's naked body, he was so shocked he couldn't move. Qingyang covered his mouth tightly, almost screaming.

The general had broad shoulders, a prominent Adam's apple, and, like him… well-developed breasts. Several splatters of milky white liquid adorned his full, round breasts.

A faint milky scent filled his nostrils. Qingyang blinked sharply, took two steps back, unable to believe what he was seeing.

In this world… there were people like him?

A man, yet possessing breasts as firm as a woman's, even capable of producing milk.

Qingyang was stunned.

"Water… water…"

Nanyang licked his dry lips, groaning indistinctly.

Awakened by his voice, Qingyang snapped back to reality, hurriedly responding, turning to pull back the curtains to get him a glass of water.

Just then, a large hand lifted the bed curtain, and a person walked in. Caught off guard, Qingyang bumped his head into the person.

With a loud crash, the bowl in the other person's hand shattered on the floor, spilling all the water.

Clutching his throbbing head, Qingyang stared wide-eyed at the newcomer, momentarily at a loss for words.

It was a very tall and imposing man, with a resolute face, an unusually straight nose, and deep-set eyes. His features bore a resemblance to the young man he had seen yesterday.

The man looked at him expressionlessly, yet under his gaze, Qingyang felt a chill creep into his heart.

Neither of them spoke for a long while. Then, the man lowered his head slightly, glanced at him, and said,

"Are you a servant from Nanyang?"

His voice was deep and slightly magnetic.

"Yes."

"Go and fetch another cup of water."

Qingyang replied, head bowed, and hurriedly turned and ran out the door.

The man stood still for a moment, then gently covered Nanyang with the thin blanket again, carefully tucking the corners in to wrap him tightly. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, leaned down, and lightly kissed the blindfold of the person beneath him.

When Qingyang returned with a cup of water, he saw this tender scene through the semi-transparent gauze curtains.

He respectfully handed the cup to him, and the man took it, half-lifting Nanyang and slowly feeding him the water, then gently wiping the water from the corner of his mouth with his thumb—every movement was meticulous.

Although he didn't know the man, Qingyang stood respectfully by his side, not daring to make a move without the man's command.

The man before him possessed a calm and composed demeanor; he wondered what his identity was.

He kept pondering this, watching the man's tenderness towards the general, and suddenly felt a pang of pain in his heart, but then he thought of his young master.

After Nanyang finished drinking the water and fell into a deep sleep, the man lifted the curtain and came out. His eyes swept over Qingyang, which frightened Xiaonu so much that she immediately shrank back and wished she could hide her head as well.

He felt a strange sense of fear towards this man.

"What's your name?"

the man asked.

He lowered his head and whispered,

"Qingyang."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, looking him up and down, and said,

"Are you also from Qilan?"

Qingyang was taken aback.

Qilan?

Ever since his young master told him he was a descendant of Qilan, Qingyang had tried to inquire about them, but all he'd heard was that they were a small tribe, living deep in the mountains, rarely venturing out, and quite mysterious. Besides that, there were no other rumors.

Come to think of it… the day he first met General Nanyang, the general asked him if he had three parallel moles behind his ears.

Could there be some connection? Were these three moles a unique characteristic of the Qilan people?

Qingyang gasped in surprise, asking,

"The general...he's also..."

The man's gaze pierced him, instantly turning sharp and ruthless, his tone laced with threat:

"Since you know his secret, I can't let you live."

With that, he slowly approached Qingyang, step by step, his killing intent palpable.

Qingyang stumbled back several steps, shaking his head desperately. Seeing the man closing in, he gritted his teeth and tried to run, but before he could go two steps, the man easily grabbed him. Darkness enveloped him as a large hand covered his skull, about to strike him hard. Qingyang closed his eyes in terror, crying out,

"Young Master! Save me!"

Before he could finish, the hand stopped.

Before he could even struggle, Qingyang almost resigned himself to death, but the hand didn't fall, shattering his skull.

The man withdrew his hand, calm and collected, as if nothing had happened.

Qingyang opened his eyes, half-asleep and half-doubtful.

"Where have I seen you before?" The man put his hands behind his back.

"Uh?" Unexpectedly, Qingyang was taken aback by the question and hurriedly replied,

"I used to be in the Xuan Mansion."

"Which Xuan Mansion?" The man frowned, then asked, "The residence of Prime Minister Xuan Yu?"

He had casually mentioned his master's name, and didn't seem arrogant at all. Qingyang shrank back in fear, his apprehension towards the man growing stronger.

"Yes," Qingyang quickly said, "I was originally Young Master Xuan's servant."

The man was slightly surprised:

"It's you."

Qingyang lowered his head, desperately trying to remember where he had seen him before.

Out of the corner of his eye, Qingyang caught sight of a dragon-shaped jade pendant hanging from the other man's waist. A connoisseur of jade, he immediately recognized its exceptional value; such a pendant was not for ordinary people. He was about to step forward when he was terrified and knelt on the ground:

"This humble servant greets Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

Indeed, his young master was on good terms with the Crown Prince and had taken him to the prince's banquets twice. At those times, as a servant, Qingyang had kept his head down and never looked directly at the prince, thus not recognizing him. But unexpectedly, at this critical moment, it was the Crown Prince who recognized him.

He had heard that Crown Prince Tu Feng was a cautious and decisive man, a man of his word. He was incredibly lucky to have escaped from his clutches.

Tu Feng slowly took two steps and walked up to him:

"Since you are from Minglou, I will let you go today for his sake."

Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing.

“However,” Tu Feng changed his tone, a hint of malice creeping into his voice, sending a chill down Qing Yang’s spine.

“If you let a second person know about this, I will not let you off easily.”

His tone wasn’t harsh, but Qing Yang was terrified. He nodded repeatedly in agreement, quickly excused himself, and ran out the door.

Tu Feng turned back to look at Nan Yang, who was fast asleep on the bed. In an instant, all the malice in his eyes vanished.

He sat beside Nan Yang for a long time, gazing intently at his peaceful sleeping face, wiping away the filthy semen from Nan Yang’s face.

Nan Yang’s sleeping face was serene, his handsome features appearing very gentle. Having just drunk water, he smacked his lips childishly. In his sleep, Nan Yang possessed a childlike innocence and honesty, almost unlike the dashing and respected General Nan Yang he usually was.

Yet Tu Feng adored his sleeping face.

It had been far too long since he had seen Nan Yang since he secretly escaped from his side.

“Brother.”

Lu Ling entered from outside and went straight to Tu Feng’s side.

“I just ran into two generals outside the tent. They invited us to a banquet now.”

Tu Feng didn’t turn around, his left hand gently stroking a strand of hair that Nan Yang had left behind her ear.

Seeing that he didn’t react, Lu Ling asked again:

“Are you going or not?”

Tu Feng suddenly stood up, turned to look at him, his gaze sharp.

“Someone broke in while I was away.”

“What?” Lu Ling’s face instantly turned ugly. “Who was it?”

“Nan’er’s servant.”

“That little brat? Then he must have seen what was on the bed…” Lu Ling’s eyes widened, and he turned to leave. “I’ll go deal with him right now!”

“Stop!” Tu Feng said sharply. “You clearly sent guards to stand outside the room, yet you let a servant who doesn’t know martial arts barge in. Is this your negligence, and you’re punishing an innocent person?”

“Brother…”

“You’ve been negligent. Reflect on your actions after returning to the capital. You’re confined to your quarters for three days and are not allowed to leave the house.”

“No, no! Brother, I know I was wrong. Don’t confine me…”

Lu Ling immediately changed his fierce expression and pitifully begged his brother. Tu Feng ignored him, flicked his sleeve, and strode towards the door.

Seeing this, Lu Ling quickly asked,

"Brother, where are you going?" "

To meet those two generals," Tu Feng paused, "I will announce the transfer order tomorrow. If Nan'er refuses to go back, we'll have to ask them to persuade her."

"Brother, go alone. I'm too lazy to attend the banquet." Lu Ling sat on the edge of the bed, crossed his legs, and said, "I'll make our great general look incredibly delicious in a bit. If you're satisfied tonight, you can lift my confinement, how about it?"

Tu Feng didn't answer, just glanced at him, and left.

Lu Ling rubbed his head, feeling a headache coming on, and sighed,

"Brother is really troublesome. He always uses this to pressure me." As he spoke, he pinched Nan Yang's nose, "I'll have to rely on you tonight."

He picked up a bundle of things from the bedside table, gave Nan Yang a wicked smile, revealing two sharp canine teeth.

Nan Yang was awakened by the sound of flesh colliding.

He hadn't slept soundly, and with difficulty, he lifted his eyelids, only to see Lu Ling's smiling face.

"My beauty, do you know how long you've been asleep?"

Lu Ling pinched his face, thrust her hips forward, and pushed her penis deeper into his body.

Nanyang then realized that Lu Ling had lifted his legs, pressing down on him. Lu Ling's hot, large penis was thrusting in and out of his groin, his anus swollen and red from the penetration, the inner membrane turning inside out with each thrust, hot fluid constantly flowing from his anus and dripping onto the bed.

He groaned weakly, propping himself up on his arms, trying to free himself from Lu Ling.

"What are you doing?"

Lu Ling suddenly pulled his penis completely out of him, lifted his buttocks, straightened up a bit, then aimed the glans at his anus and thrust it straight in, all the way to the hilt.

"Ugh!"

Nanyang groaned, almost ejaculating from the pleasure, but Lu Ling grabbed his engorged penis, squeezing the glans tightly, refusing to let him ejaculate.

"Let... let go..."

Having been tormented all day, Nanyang was weak all over, unable to muster any strength, only able to glare angrily at Lu Ling.

Seeing this, Lu Ling chuckled and lowered his head to gently kiss Nan Yang's eyelashes:

"My wife, your flirtatious glances are truly delightful."

"Shameless!"

"Shameless it is." Lu Ling said shamelessly, reaching out to knead Nan Yang's breasts, fondling them with obvious delight, and sighed:

"Looks like they've grown quite a bit again, but this time, I'll have to compete with my elder brother for them."

As he spoke, he pinched a nipple and pulled it out forcefully, causing Nan Yang to cry out in pain. A little milk spilled from the tiny nipple, which Lu Ling quickly licked away with his tongue, savoring its sweetness. 03-06 06 With

desire surging but unable to be released, Nan Yang's face flushed red. He reached out to pull away Lu Ling's hand that was gripping his groin, but Lu Ling blocked his way.

"Don't let it slip. Tonight, you have to dress up beautifully and apologize properly to your elder brother."

Nanyang's eyelids twitched, and he groaned,

"He already... did it many times today..."

"Those aren't punishments at all," Lu Ling interrupted him. "They're just foreplay, to help you get used to it tonight. The real show will begin when your elder brother comes back."

"Where...did he go?"

"He's running some errands. He'll be back in a bit. What, you're already missing him after just a short time?"

As he spoke, he magically produced a garment. Unfolding it, it was an indigo-colored undergarment.

"You..."

Nanyang's eyes widened. Just as he was about to stop him, Lu Ling lifted his head and pulled the undergarment over his head, ignoring his struggles and forcibly putting it on him.

"This indigo color really suits you,"

Lu Ling nodded, praising him with satisfaction.

The indigo satin fabric made Nanyang's light tan skin stand out even more. The bodice was specially made by Lu Ling, with an indigo background and a gold trim. It fit Nanyang perfectly, completely concealing his firm breasts, revealing only two small mounds on his chest, plump and full, with a hint of cleavage. A delicate brocade ribbon pierced his neck, making him look rather alluring.

Nanyang breathed slightly, reaching out to tear the bodice off.

"Don't pull it off,"

Lu Ling firmly stopped him, wrapping her hands around his waist and tying the bodice tightly in a butterfly knot at his back. She then bit down hard on his left breast through the satin.

"Ouch!"

Nanyang groaned softly in pain and stopped struggling.

"Be good, or I'll punish you severely."

Lu Ling said, kneading Nanyang's breasts through her bodice with both hands, making her two round breasts sway back and forth. Milk spurting from her nipples splashed two small wet patches on the bodice, the fabric soaked through, clinging to her flesh and outlining the beautiful shape of her nipples, making it exceptionally erotic.

Seeing this scene, Lu Ling thrust even harder into Nanyang's anus, grinding against his core, pounding into him fiercely. Nanyang's legs limply draped over Lu Ling's shoulders, his lower body undulating with each thrust. The thrusting continued for a long time. Lu Ling grabbed Nanyang's breasts and once again forcefully pushed his thick shaft into his anus, almost penetrating his rectum. The huge, hot shaft rubbed fiercely against Nanyang's sensitive spots. Nanyang breathed heavily, instinctively contracting his inner walls. His tender flesh gripped Lu Ling's penis tightly, incredibly tight and sweet. The glans trembled twice, spurting a gush of hot fluid inside. Lu Ling almost lost control, ejaculating inside Nanyang.

Losing control was truly a shameful and infuriating thing for him.

"You!"

Lu Ling pinched his nipple hard, causing Nanyang to gasp in pain. His eyes instantly filled with tears, his deep black eyes seeming to contain many stars. Lu Ling looked at those starry eyes, momentarily mesmerized.

He paused, then opened his arms and embraced Nanyang, lowering his head to kiss the corners of his eyes repeatedly.

Nanyang stared at him with innocent, yet somewhat bewildered, expression.

Just now, Lu Ling had released his grip on Nanyang's penis, but the erection remained stubbornly erect, unable to release. His anus, still containing Lu Ling's penis, shamelessly clenched the intruder, unwilling to let go.

Lu Ling gripped his penis again, his fingers pressing against the glans, forcefully preventing it from releasing its clear fluid.

"You're really... so naughty." He licked Nanyang's eyelashes, damp with moisture: "Today I'm going to punish you, I'll tie you up here with a rope all night, and you're not allowed to ejaculate!" Nanyang's eyes

widened, and he struggled violently.

“Don’t look at me so pitifully, it will soften my heart,” Lu Ling said with a smirk, taking out a red rope from his sleeve. “How about this, I’ll give you one chance to loosen it. Remember, only once.”

Even though he usually spoiled her unconditionally, Nanyang couldn’t suppress her anger. She struggled to sit up in bed and shouted,

“Second Prince! You’re not allowed to do this—”

Before she could finish the word “come,” Lu Ling pushed her back down onto the bed.

“Good girl, I need to dress up my wife.”

It was late at night, close to midnight.

After the banquet, when Crown Prince Tu Feng returned to his bedroom, he opened the door and was greeted by a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

Nanyang lay half-reclined on the pillow, his upper body clad only in a small undergarment, partially concealing his naked body. His skin, glistening with a thin layer of oil, was likely smeared with perfume and sweat. Years of martial arts training had given him well-proportioned muscles, which, while firm, did not appear bulging or menacing. Under the dim light, his muscles, coated with perfume, appeared smooth and alluring.

Tu Feng gazed at him silently as he walked towards him.

Nanyang's hands were tightly bound behind his head, making even the slightest movement difficult. His straight legs appeared exceptionally long in the candlelight. He was startled awake by the sound of the door opening, struggling to turn his head to look, but his hands blocked his view, forcing him to give up and instead look to his side.

Lu Ling, who had been tending to him for a while, finally succumbed to sleepiness and lay down beside him, hugging his waist and sleeping soundly. His sleeping posture was very childlike, pressed against Nan Yang's warm body, his cheeks flushed pink from the steam.

When they were little, Lu Ling always loved to hold him like this to fall asleep.

Nan Yang lowered his eyes, his mind wandering to random, unrelated thoughts, when suddenly his chin was lifted, and Tu Feng came into his view.

The Crown Prince's features were still as familiar as before, deep eyes, a hard profile, those eyes looking at him, as always, straight, almost piercing into his heart.

Nanyang couldn't help but want to avoid his gaze, subconsciously moving back. He'd barely moved when his hands were grabbed.

"Don't move."

Hearing the other's voice, Nanyang trembled involuntarily; he hadn't forgotten the punishment Lu Ling had mentioned.

Tu Feng turned his chin and kissed his lips without hesitation.

Although Nanyang tried to resist, the other's tongue skillfully pried open his teeth, slipping into his mouth and forcefully entangling with his own.

Every corner of his mouth was explored, Tu Feng licking his palate repeatedly. The entanglement lasted so long that saliva even spilled from Nanyang's lips.

Tu Feng was truly an expert; with just one long, deep kiss, Nanyang was breathless, almost melting.

The kiss was so long that he couldn't breathe, his body going limp and falling backward. He quickly braced himself with his hands, only then realizing that his hands had been untied.

Tu Feng pulled him into his arms, took his arm, red from the rope binding it, and massaged it vigorously, pushing away the bruises. He asked,

"Does it hurt?" Tu Feng examined the red marks on his hand carefully and gently scolded,

"Lu Ling is being too reckless."

Held tightly in the arms of the Crown Prince, who was gently massaging him, Nan Yang couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, even his ears turning a faint red. He had been taught since childhood that Tu Feng was the emperor and he was the subject, their identities clearly defined, yet the other had always treated him with such gentleness.

Nan Yang straightened his back, trying to push Tu Feng away:

"Your Highness, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tu Feng pressed his lips against his again, fiercely.

“Nan’er, you always get one thing wrong,” Tu Feng whispered in his ear, “In your presence, I am not the Crown Prince, and in my presence, you are not a general.”

“How can this be! How can the proper etiquette between ruler and subject be neglected…”

He remained stubborn. Tu Feng looked him up and down, his expression softening, a smile even playing on his lips:

“Is this also the proper etiquette between ruler and subject?”

Nan Yang followed his gaze to his lower body, his face turning bright red, stammering,

“This…this is…”

He was completely naked, his penis tightly bound with red rope, even the glans sealed, his full scrotum pitifully constricted, and his anus tightly gripping a huge jade dildo. It was Lu Ling who insisted on inserting it into him, claiming it was for dilation. The red brocade rope and the green jade were quite pleasing to the eye.

Tu Feng reached out and gently manipulated the jade dildo, causing Nan Yang’s anus to tremble, and he couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

“Did Lu Ling do all this?”

he asked.

Nanyang turned his face away in embarrassment, remaining silent. His current state was utterly shameful.

"You look beautiful right now, I like it very much."

Tu Feng gripped the object tightly, slowly, bit by bit, pulling the enormous jade dildo from Nanyang's body.

"Now, I will enjoy you."

The jade dildo slowly slid out of the acupoint, and the small opening, accustomed to its presence, suddenly felt empty. Nanyang's breathing became increasingly rapid. Just as the entire jade dildo was about to be pulled out, Tu Feng suddenly increased his strength, violently pulling it out quickly, causing Nanyang to gasp sharply, his intestinal walls almost spasming.

Lu Ling was awakened by the noise. He lazily rubbed his eyes and opened them to see the scene before him. He quickly sat up and complained,

"Why is Big Brother so late? I've been waiting for ages." Then, he turned to Nan Yang and said,

"What are you standing there for? Do as I say!"

"..."

Nan Yang, who had been feeling empty after his little hole was filled, bit his lower lip and stubbornly refused to speak. Seeing this, Lu Ling smiled sinisterly, grabbed his hair and pulled it back gently, his tone threatening:

"If you don't do as I say, later we'll all be taking you, not just Big Brother and me, but also the thing that was just buried in your tender little hole... Can you handle it, General?"

As he spoke, he held Nan Yang's hair in his hand and kissed it, his eyes full of coercion.

Just moments ago, he had been sleeping soundly, clinging tightly to Nan Yang's waist, his sleeping face as innocent as a child's. But once he woke up, he was so wicked that it made one grit their teeth.

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The jade dildo slowly slid out of the acupoint, and the small acupoint, which had become accustomed to its presence, suddenly felt empty. Nanyang's breathing became more and more rapid. Just as the entire jade dildo was about to be pulled out, Tu Feng suddenly increased his strength and pulled it out violently, causing Nanyang to gasp sharply and her intestinal walls almost spasmed.

Lu Ling was awakened by the noise. He lazily rubbed his eyes and opened them to see the scene before him. He quickly sat up and complained,

"Why is Big Brother so late? I've been waiting for ages." Then, he turned to Nan Yang and said,

"What are you standing there for? Do as I say!"

"..."

Nan Yang, who had been feeling empty after his little hole was filled, bit his lower lip and stubbornly refused to speak. Seeing this, Lu Ling smiled sinisterly, grabbed his hair and pulled it back gently, his tone threatening:

"If you don't do as I say, later we'll all be taking you, not just Big Brother and me, but also the thing that was just buried in your tender little hole... Can you handle it, General?"

As he spoke, he held Nan Yang's hair in his hand and kissed it, his eyes full of coercion.

Just moments ago, he had been sleeping soundly, clinging tightly to Nan Yang's waist, his sleeping face as innocent as a child's. But once he woke up, he was so wicked that it made one grit their teeth.

Nanyang's face turned from white to green. He gritted his teeth, enduring it again and again, but finally couldn't hold back any longer and reached out to brush Lu Ling's hand away.

"I mean what I say,"

Lu Ling emphasized.

He wasn't lying at all.

Knowing his true nature, Nanyang had no choice but to suppress his shame and turn over, slowly bending down and leaning against the soft pillow.

"Not enough, not enough, lift your butt up."

A flirtatious voice sounded behind him. Nanyang frowned and reluctantly lifted his buttocks a little.

"Lift them higher."

He obeyed, his bare, round buttocks exposed to the two men behind him. Nanyang closed his eyes in shame, completely unaware of how alluring he looked in the eyes of the two brothers.

They had already had sex many times before, and this wasn't the first time. Nanyang always disobeyed the two brothers' orders. Tu Feng might be lenient with him, but Lu Ling, young and vigorous, would inevitably torment him in various ways in bed.

Because his elbows were resting on the pillow, Nanyang's beautifully shaped shoulder blades were prominently displayed. His broad shoulders and slender waist, along with his shifting posture, caused his breasts to sway slightly with his breathing. His undergarment also drooped slightly, the ties loosely fastened, revealing the outlines of his breasts in a somewhat alluring, half-concealed manner. His rounded buttocks were completely exposed, taut with tension. His anus, having expanded throughout the day and with the jade dildo just removed, could not fully close, remaining slightly open. The folds of his anus were stained with a semi-transparent liquid—Lu Ling's semen inside him.

Tu Feng looked at him but remained silent.

Lu Ling glanced at him, chuckled, and whispered in Nanyang's ear,

"Come on, use your hand..."

As he spoke, he guided Nanyang's right hand behind his back.

“And your left hand.”

Lu Ling placed Nanyang’s hands on his buttocks, one hand gripping one side of his buttocks and gently prying them apart, revealing his pale, closed anus.

“Push harder.”

Nanyang closed his eyes tightly and used both hands to forcefully pry his buttocks open even wider, forcing his anus to open considerably, revealing the tender, red flesh inside.

Lu Ling pinched his buttocks hard and asked with a smile,

“My beauty, have you forgotten to say something?”

Tu Feng remained seated, but his breathing had become much heavier.

Nanyang frowned in embarrassment. After being urged several times by Lu Ling, he took a deep breath before slowly opening his eyes and turning to Tu Feng, saying haltingly,

“Please… Your Highness… punish me…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence; his face was flushed red from head to toe.

Simply being naked and stared at by two men like lecherous voyeurs was enough to make him blush and his heart race. Now, being forced to actively stick out his buttocks and invite the men to have their way with him, Nanyang simply couldn't bring himself to say such bold and lewd words.

His acupoint contracted slightly, and a little bit of white semen flowed out.

Suddenly, a strange sensation came from his anus, and Nanyang subconsciously turned around, feeling slightly dizzy.

Tu Feng was behind him, one hand grabbing his buttocks, the other kneading the folds of his anus. After kneading for a few moments, he inserted two fingers.

Nanyang's anus had already been fully dilated, so his fingers entered easily, requiring almost no effort. Tu Feng's fingers curved and scraped against his sensitive inner walls, the flesh tightening around his fingers in waves. As the fingers went deeper into the anus, Nanyang's body trembled more violently.

"Uh..."

He raised his head, revealing a long neck, and groaned.

Lu Ling had moved to his side without him noticing. He unbuttoned his undergarment, revealing his entire body, and his beautiful figure momentarily stunned Nanyang.

Seeing his dazed expression, Lu Ling smiled, half-kneeling and grasping his penis, the glans gently brushing against Nanyang's cheek.

"Do you like it? Hurry up and take it in."

He thrust his hips forward, offering his penis to Nanyang's mouth.

Nanyang tilted his head, diligently taking Lu Ling's penis into his mouth, licking it up and down with his tongue. While he was giving Lu Ling oral sex, Tu Feng was manipulating him with his fingers.

The atmosphere in the room had become increasingly intimate; all three were slightly breathless. Beads of sweat appeared on Nanyang's forehead, trickling down his brow bone, about to drip onto his cheek, when Lu Ling wiped them away.

Nanyang looked up at him, about to say something, when he suddenly felt his anus throbbing even more intensely, realizing that Tu Feng had inserted two more fingers in one go.

Tu Feng kneaded Nan Yang's buttocks, his four fingers slowly bending as he probed into Nan Yang's anus, trying to stretch it wider. Nan Yang's breathing became increasingly rapid, almost unbearable.

"Good boy, swallow deeper,"

Lu Ling said, shifting his body to face Nan Yang, allowing his half-held penis to penetrate deeper. He thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure of being held in Nan Yang's mouth and having his soft tongue lick his shaft.

Nan Yang's eyes were filled with tears. In bed, he was always the one dominated by the two brothers. He couldn't resist, yet he had also developed a taste for the pleasure of being caressed by both at the same time. Moreover, threatened by Lu Ling, he was exceptionally obedient at this moment.

He painstakingly swallowed Lu Ling's erect penis to the root, his tongue skillfully licking and kissing the shaft, while trying to relax his anus to allow Tu Feng's fingers to enter more smoothly.

The two brothers weren't about to let him have his fill. Nanyang struggled to take Lu Ling's penis into his mouth, while the latter pressed down on the back of his head, mimicking the motion of fucking his anus, thrusting in and out of his mouth, the huge glans almost piercing his throat. Tu Feng, with perfect coordination, simultaneously withdrew his fingers slowly from his anus, then forcefully reinserted them, repeating this repeatedly until Nanyang was panting heavily. His erect penis was burning hot, and if it weren't for the red rope binding it, he would have already ejaculated.

"Mmm... ah..."

His eyes were red with lust as the two brothers manipulated his mouth and anus respectively.

The brothers' actions continued for a long time. Nanyang sucked on Lu Ling's penis, his lips and tongue enveloping the rosy glans, sucking hard on the urethral opening. Suddenly, Tu Feng's fingers probed deep inside him, gently scratching the sensitive flesh. The intense stimulation caused him to gasp heavily, almost as if crying. Lu Ling's eyes darkened. He pulled his penis out of Nanyang's mouth, and the enormous penis throbbed a few times before spurting a stream of hot semen from the urethral opening, spraying it all over Nanyang's face, some of it sticking to his lips and smooth skin—a scene of utter depravity.

Lu Ling wiped the semen from his face, then put his semen-covered fingers into Nanyang's mouth, making him swallow.

Nanyang hesitated for a while, until the other's fingers pried open his teeth and entered his mouth, before hesitantly sticking out his tongue, entwining it with the other's fingers, and licking away the semen bit by bit before swallowing it.

The taste wasn't good, but he still frowned and swallowed it.

Tu Feng stopped what he was doing, withdrawing all the fingers that had been probing Nan Yang's anus. He reached out and pulled Nan Yang's body around, turning him around and bringing him face to face.

Nan Yang lowered his head, avoiding the other's direct gaze.

He was still somewhat guilty.

Tu Feng remained silent, waiting for his next move.

The two were locked in a tense standoff.

Seeing this, Lu Ling gave Nan Yang a push.

Helpless, he kept his head down, muttering something indistinctly.

Tu Feng raised an eyebrow:

"Didn't hear me? Say it again."

"..." Nan Yang lowered his head even further, paused for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and said quickly to Tu Feng:

"I was wrong."

"Oh?" Tu Feng looked at him:

"How were you wrong?"

"I...I..." Nan Yang bit his lower lip with his fine white teeth, his mind churning for a long time before he stammered:

"I shouldn't...have left without saying goodbye..."

He quickly lowered his head again, afraid to face Tu Feng.

He could never understand his thoughts.

Full of anticipation that he would be punished like Lu Ling, Nan Yang waited anxiously, only to hear a soft sigh from the other man. His chin was then lifted, and before he could speak, Tu Feng kissed him.

"Don't worry,"

he gently pecked Nan Yang's lips,

"I never said I would punish you."

He then gave Lu Ling a warning glance, who quickly smiled ingratiatingly at him.

Nan Yang stared at him wide-eyed, but Tu Feng only kissed the corner of his mouth.

"While you were gone, I thought a lot," he said slowly, "Perhaps I was wrong, I shouldn't have always forced you to act according to my wishes."

That's why you always wanted to escape from me.

He looked deeply at Nan Yang, leaving the last sentence unspoken.

Nan Yang lowered his eyes, silent, his body trembling slightly.

"Nan'er, look at me." The Crown Prince's low voice sounded in his ear, slightly magnetic, and his warm breath brushed against his ear. Nanyang's ears twitched as if tickled. He raised his head and looked into the other's deep eyes. Tu Feng's eyes were like a still, deep pool, unfathomable.

Prince Tu Feng, who had been by his side since childhood, was always less likable than Lu Ling due to his taciturn nature, yet his imposing presence grew stronger with age. Nan Yang had always been afraid of him, and now, he dared not look him in the eye.

Therefore, he always overlooked the love in Tu Feng's eyes.

This time, he finally looked up at him, only to be instantly captivated by the other's deep black eyes.

Tu Feng lifted his chin, as if declaring possession, and kissed him even more forcefully.

Just being kissed on the lips, Nan Yang almost trembled. Tu Feng's kisses landed on his neck, earlobes, and collarbone, leaving red marks on his skin. Moving down, through the thin fabric, his tongue lightly licked his soft breasts, biting the erect nipples.

Nan Yang let out a soft cry and shifted uncomfortably.

The sensitive nipples were bitten lightly by his teeth, and rubbed against the fabric, the rough texture particularly pronounced. Tu Feng gently bit his nipple, pulling it outward repeatedly, occasionally sucking hard, but because of the fabric, he couldn't smoothly draw out the milk from his breasts, so he sucked harder, making his nipple painful. Soon, the area of the bodice covering his nipple was soaked with leaked milk.

Lu Ling also came over, pressing close behind him, reaching out to his chest, grabbing the other breast that Tu Feng had neglected, his fingers tightly gripping the entire breast, pressing it inward hard, almost sinking the erect nipple into the areola, roughly kneading Nan Yang's breast, kneading it like dough, making it sway from side to side.

Nan Yang groaned from the less-than-gentle treatment on both sides, shaking his head, trying to break free, but he was facing the Crown Prince who was holding him tightly, and behind him was the Second Prince who was holding him tightly, he couldn't even move slightly, let alone escape.

Simply sucking on the nipples through the bodice wasn't enough. Tu Feng grabbed the fabric covering Nan Yang's breasts, pulling it up slightly to push the bodice between her breasts, exposing one full, round breast. Tu Feng took the light brown nipple into his mouth and began to suckle forcefully.

Lu Ling wasn't to be outdone. After kneading it for a while, he imitated his brother, lifting Nan Yang's other breast from under the bodice, then shifting his position, tilting his head to the side, and taking Nan Yang's smooth, erect nipple into his mouth.

Milk from both breasts was drawn out almost simultaneously. The two men suckled hard on Nan Yang's breasts, their tongues pressed against the nipples, occasionally increasing the suction to make the sweet, rich milk flow out faster.

The scene of breastfeeding both brothers simultaneously was far too lewd, making Nanyang feel dizzy. He was so ashamed that he dared not look at his chest. His full breasts were being sucked by the two brothers, his sensitive nipples being sucked hard. The two brothers were sucking the milk with all their might, almost sucking his soul out of him. He felt a liquid flowing out of his anus, which was actually secreting honey water on its own.

"Gently...gently..."

Lu Ling sucked too eagerly, biting his nipples painfully, so Nanyang could only cry out for mercy. On the other side, Tu Feng grabbed his breasts with both hands, pressing the breast flesh like a cat kneading its paws, squeezing a lot of milk into his mouth, sucking it with loud smacking sounds. While sucking, he played with the nipple with his tongue, gently nibbling the tender areola with his teeth, licking the connection between the areola and the nipple.

The bodice they had been wearing was now twisted into a rope, hanging precariously between Nanyang's breasts, revealing her nipples. The butterfly flower tied to her back had also been torn and rumpled apart. Though

lewd, the pleasure was amplified.

The two brothers suckled for a long time, until both breasts were completely emptied, before stopping. Nanyang had just breathed a sigh of relief after releasing their nipples when the two brothers exchanged a knowing glance. Lu Ling rolled over and lay down to the side, leaning against a soft pillow. His peach blossom eyes glanced sideways at Nanyang, and he pointed to his already erect penis, smiling frivolously:

"Sweetheart, sit on this."

Nanyang bit his lower lip, hesitant. Tu Feng wrapped his arms around his waist and whispered in his ear:

"Go quickly."

His body trembled slightly, his ears turning red. Unable to resist, he turned to face Lu Ling, looking at the huge penis erect before him. He swallowed hard, composed himself, and then lifted his leg, straddling Lu Ling. He pressed his anus against Lu Ling's penis, then grasped the hot, large penis, aimed it at his own anus, and slowly took Lu Ling's penis into his body.

"Ah..."

Nanyang couldn't help but gasp, grabbing Lu Ling's arms with both hands and slowly sitting down. His fully dilated anus slowly swallowed the large penis, instantly filling it to the brim. Lu Ling mischievously thrust forward, causing Nanyang to gasp.

His penis was still tightly bound, not loosened, but it was already hot and swollen, feeling unbearably swollen. Having just been stimulated so much, he now felt so uncomfortable that he just wanted to release. Nanyang subconsciously reached out to caress his penis, but Lu Ling stopped him.

"Why are you so naughty?" He slapped Nanyang's buttocks hard: "Don't touch there!"

Nanyang lowered his head in embarrassment, and had no choice but to withdraw his hand, slightly lowering his body, first slowly raising his buttocks, then sitting down again. With each rise and fall, his anus diligently swallowed and released Lu Ling's genitals.

Tu Feng knelt behind him, one hand supporting his waist, gently kissing the back of his neck and spine. His other hand slid down Nan Yang's spine, across his waist, lovingly kneading his firm buttocks. Nan Yang felt weak all over from the kisses, and couldn't help but lower his head, his long, disheveled hair falling from his ears and landing in front of Lu Ling beneath him.

The fine strands of hair brushed against his face, tickling Lu Ling's nose slightly. He couldn't resist grabbing a handful of the fallen hair, about to brush it away, when suddenly an idea struck him. He smiled slyly, grabbed Nan Yang's soft hair, and used the ends to poke at his breasts.

Nanyang's waist went limp from the stimulation of the hair strands. The sensation of the hair poking his nipples was incredibly itchy. He arched his back to try and pull away, but Tu Feng behind him wouldn't allow it. His strong arms firmly restrained his waist, and while Nanyang was in a daze, the fingers that were rubbing his anus moved slightly and quietly slipped into the gap where the anus was joined with Lu Ling's penis.

Never before had a finger been inserted into his already full anus. Nanyang froze instantly, his anus instinctively contracting. Because his waist was restrained and he couldn't move, he was extremely nervous.

Lu Ling felt incredibly pleasurable from the way his inner walls contracted. She let out a soft gasp, grabbed Nan Yang's hands as he tried to resist, and continued to relentlessly tease his breasts by holding onto Nan Yang's long hair. She gently poked his areolas and nipples with strands of hair. Nan Yang's breasts shivered from this strange stimulation, goosebumps rose on his skin, and his two small nipples hardened slightly from being poked. They were also swollen from being sucked, standing erect like small red fruits.

Nanyang's neck stiffened, and he barely dared to turn around to look at the scene behind him. His voice trembled slightly:

"No...don't put it in..."

Despite his desperate resistance, Tu Feng remained resolute, slowly and gently inserting his fingers into his already stretched anus. The taut opening was forcefully forced in, and before Nanyang could catch his breath, a second finger was inserted... and

so on. By the time the fourth finger was inserted, Nanyang was covered in sweat, panting heavily, and could barely speak.

His anus contained Lu Ling's enormous penis and Tu Feng's four fingers, forcing the opening to stretch much wider than usual. The surrounding area was smooth and flat without a single wrinkle. This taut, swollen feeling made him worry that his anus would be torn apart.

Tu Feng carefully observed the condition of his anus and saw that it was only red and there was no bleeding, so he was relieved and very slowly withdrew his fingers, causing Nanyang to gasp for breath. Knowing that his elder brother was about to mount his horse, Lu Ling cooperated by holding Nan Yang's shoulders, forcing him to kneel and lie on top of him, so that Tu Feng could easily enter him.

Nanyang was being manipulated by the two brothers in perfect unison. He had always been taken turns by them and had never accepted both of them at the same time. He had a premonition of what was going to happen next, so he was filled with fear of their actions. But deep down, he had some backbone. Although he was filled with fear, he gritted his teeth and refused to show weakness. He remained kneeling on Lu Ling without saying a word, letting them do as they pleased, only subconsciously tensing his buttocks.

He closed his eyes tightly, his voice trembling slightly:

"Tu Feng... don't... don't come in like this... please..."

In response to him, Lu Ling increased the force of his thrusting on his nipples. Several strands of hair brushed against the sensitive nipples, stimulating Nanyang to gasp and twist his waist to avoid it. The next moment, his attention was diverted, and his anus was pressed against Tu Feng's huge penis. The hot glans rubbed against his buttocks a few times, then entered the gap between his anus and Lu Ling's penis, probing in a little bit. The glans pressed against Lu Ling's penis and slowly entered Nanyang's anus.

"Ah!"

The opening was stretched wide by the glans, and a wave of excruciating pain washed over Nanyang. His teeth chattered, and he couldn't help but cry out. Seeing this, Tu Feng stopped thrusting, leaned down to kiss his back, and gently massaged his buttocks with his fingers. Lu Ling also released his hair, stopped teasing him, and gently massaged Nanyang's breasts, which had just been stung by the hair, pinching his nipples and rubbing them against his own breasts to arouse him.

After a while, when Nanyang had caught his breath, Tu Feng gently patted his buttocks before slowly resuming his thrusting.

Nanyang buried his head weakly in Lu Ling's neck, his hands clenched tightly, silently enduring the immense pain in his anus. He only gasped when the pain became unbearable, his eyes glistening with tears, almost falling from the pain.

At this moment, all three of them were suffering.

Suddenly, his tightly clenched hands were grasped. He turned his head and saw Tu Feng leaning down, his hands clasped around his fingers in a very intimate gesture. He looked at him, his eyes still a deep, dark black.

For some reason, Nanyang's face flushed involuntarily, and his breathing became much more rapid.

His anus ached so badly it felt like it was about to split open.

After the enormous glans was fully inserted into Nanyang's body, the penetration became much easier, and soon Tu Feng's penis was completely inside him. At this moment, all three of them were drenched in sweat.

Nanyang was panting heavily, his eyes glazed over. He was drenched in sweat as if he had just been pulled from the water. His legs were spread wide, and he knelt on top of Lu Ling, his head buried in Lu Ling's neck, his breasts pressed against Lu Ling's nipples, his hands intertwined with Tu Feng's. His buttocks were raised high as Tu Feng and Lu Ling entered him simultaneously. For the first time, two penises were inside him. He felt his anus was so tight it felt like it was about to burst, yet a faint, tingling sensation tickled his heart. The feeling of being possessed by his brothers was overwhelming.

Lu Ling's forehead was also slightly sweaty. He turned his head slightly, kissing Nanyang's cheek.

"How does it feel?"

he asked softly.

Nanyang pursed his lips, somewhat embarrassed to answer.

Lu Ling poked his forehead:

"From now on, you're not allowed to go anywhere, and you're not allowed to wear clothes. You're only allowed to lie naked on the bed with your legs spread open every day, waiting to be fucked by me and my older brother. We'll fuck your

little hole so it can't close every day, filled with our stuff, until you're pregnant with our child." "Nonsense!" Hearing his crazy words, Nan Yang, who was originally a little ashamed, suddenly became so angry that veins popped out on his forehead. Just as he was about to scold him, he suddenly felt a hard thrust into his anus, and a tingling sensation swept over him. Tu Feng started thrusting at this moment.

His thick and huge penis retreated slightly, and then slammed forward. His little hole was instantly in excruciating pain. Nan Yang cried out, his whole body trembling and almost convulsing.

Seeing this, Tu Feng slowed down his force and began to thrust slowly and deeply. His huge glans brushed against Lu Ling's shaft, gently grinding against Nan Yang's tight and warm inner walls.

Gradually, Lu Ling was also guided by his movements, and he slowly thrust his penis in and out in rhythm with Tu Feng.

Two enormous penises thrust in and out of Nanyang's anus simultaneously. The deep intestinal walls were rubbed raw and numb by the glans at both ends. Nanyang gradually adapted to their movements, trying to relax his anus so that they could penetrate deeper.

The two huge, hot genitals moved in and out of his anus one after the other. His anus was wet and clear, allowing them to penetrate deeper and deeper smoothly. The large glans rubbed against the intestinal walls from time to time, arousing waves of excruciating numbness. The two brothers thrust hard without fatigue. Tu Feng thrust with extra force, almost pushing Nanyang's body forward with each thrust. His full scrotum was stuck at the entrance of the anus, and with the force of the thrust, it slapped against his firm buttocks, making his buttocks turn red. Lu Ling, positioned at the bottom, responded to his brother's strength and rhythm, thrusting his penis in and out at a measured pace. One was powerful, the other gentle; Nanyang's anus was being penetrated until tiny white foam splashed, and clear liquid occasionally flowed from the crevice. The sounds of penises thrusting in and out of the anus created a lascivious atmosphere, the sounds of flesh colliding, mingling with the brothers' heavy breathing and Nanyang's uncontrollable moans and gasps. The room was filled with the fervor of spring, and the burning desire was about to reach its peak.

Stimulated by this unprecedented pleasure, Nanyang soon lost control. His thighs were taut, his desire to be fucked was surging, and his lower abdomen was already hot and swollen, almost reaching orgasm. However, his penis was tightly bound by the red rope, and not a single drop of semen could escape from the glans. His eyes were bloodshot from desire, his lower abdomen was full of bloating, and he was panicking, wanting only to release. Therefore, he tried to break free from Tu Feng's hand, and was about to untie the obstructing red rope, but Lu Ling blocked him.

"...Quick, quick, let go...let me..."

He glared at Lu Ling, his eyes red, his voice seductive and incoherent.

Lu Ling grasped his penis and easily untied the red rope.

Nan Yang had just breathed a sigh of relief when Lu Ling suddenly gripped his penis tightly, blocking the glans with his index finger, even tighter than the red rope had been.

His face turned crimson, and he tried desperately to pry Lu Ling's hand away. Just then, Tu Feng suddenly increased his strength and speed, thrusting his penis even harder into Nan Yang's vagina, relentlessly fucking him like a storm, penetrating deeper and more violently than before, practically tearing Nan Yang apart.

Nanyang was so violently fucked that he completely lost his mind. His buttocks swayed with each thrust, and he instinctively clung to Lu Ling's clothes to prevent himself from falling off. His body was as weak as a small boat, and he was at the mercy of the two brothers as they steered him through the sea of desire. He didn't even have time to catch his breath. His mouth was slightly open, and he stared blankly ahead, unable to utter a single word as he was being fucked.

Suddenly, Tu Feng's glans accidentally touched a protrusion in his anus, causing Nan Yang to tremble. Seeing his reaction, Tu Feng knew he had hit a sensitive spot. He tightened his grip on Nan Yang's waist and thrust his penis hard into that spot. Lu Ling was not to be outdone, both penises vying to stab at his sensitive spot, their glans slamming against it. Poor Nan Yang could not withstand such double, deadly stimulation. The tender flesh of his anus convulsed and clenched around the two huge penises. The intestinal fluid mixed with semen moistened the entire glans and shaft. Each thrust hit the prostate, and when he withdrew, the tender flesh held the penis tightly, refusing to let it go. Then another penis forcefully thrust in, squeezing into the incredibly narrow passage, rubbing against the sensitive protrusion, continuously stimulating Nan Yang's sensitive spot. His entire lower body felt like it was on fire, burning hot all over, making him want to scream!

Nanyang was driven almost mad by their fucking, his legs trembling uncontrollably. Suddenly, he clenched his buttocks, gripping Tu Feng's hands tightly, his grip trembling violently.

Seeing this, Tu Feng quickly signaled Lu Ling to release his grip on Nanyang's penis.

As soon as it was released, Nanyang's penis stood erect, but because he had been bound for so long, it didn't react for a long time.

Tu Feng continued fucking his anus while simultaneously stroking his penis, skillfully teasing the glans, his fingers gently probing the urethral opening, constantly providing stimulation.

At that moment, Lu Ling grabbed his breasts, roughly kneading and squeezing the flesh into various shapes, pulling on his sensitive nipples and tugging them outwards. A little white fluid flowed from the nipples, the milk that had accumulated earlier.

"Huff...huff...huff..."

Nan Yang panted heavily, a blush spreading from the top of his head to his collarbone, and even veins bulging on his forehead.

Tu Feng leaned down and gently bit his earlobe from behind, kissing his neck:

"Nan'er, I love you."

Nan Yang's back stiffened.

Seeing this, Lu Ling pulled harder, squeezing his nipple even more forcefully. His long, thick penis rubbed against Nanyang's prostate.

"Ahhh...ah————————"

He raised his head, revealing his beautiful neckline. Unable to withstand such intense stimulation any longer, Nanyang screamed and tightened his vagina. His trembling flesh enveloped both of their penises. The incredibly narrow passage was filled with a deadly tightness and sweetness that overwhelmed the brothers' senses. Almost simultaneously, Tu Feng and Lu Ling ejaculated, their hot semen shooting deep into Nanyang's passage.

A large amount of semen was injected into his body, splashing onto his intestinal walls in waves. Nanyang gasped for breath, unable to suppress the strange fullness in his lower abdomen any longer. A surge of heat rose from within him, and his whole body trembled violently. A few drops of clear liquid spilled from the tip of his glans, followed by a clear, pale yellow liquid that gushed out of his genitals. A little of the liquid splashed onto Lu Ling's hand, soaking his lower abdomen and the sheets beneath him.

The two brothers were stunned by the sight.

Nanyang continued to ejaculate for a long time before stopping. When he came to his senses and realized what he had done, his mind went blank, and his face turned bright red with shame.

After a long while, Lu Ling came to his senses, looked at Nanyang, and smiled maliciously. He teased,

"Look what you've done! You actually wet the bed!"

Nanyang buried his head in shame, trying to cover it up, unable to look at what was happening before him.

Suddenly, he felt the penis that had been inside his anus slip out, leaving his vagina feeling empty. He felt a lightness as he was lifted up by the waist.

Tu Feng rubbed his wide-open anus, which was now overflowing with semen, sliding down Nanyang's thighs and unable to close.

He lifted Nanyang off Lu Ling and gently placed him on the other side of the bed, making him lie face up. He then raised Nanyang's legs high onto his shoulders and slowly pushed his penis into his anus.

The entry of the penis caused the semen of both brothers inside to slowly overflow. Nanyang looked at himself with his legs wide open on Tu Feng's shoulders, a position where he could clearly see how the other man slowly inserted his penis into his anus. He felt ashamed; his mouth was open, but he couldn't speak for a moment.

"You..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tu Feng reached out and supported his shoulders, lifting him up so that only his waist was on the bed. He then pressed Nan Yang's spread legs against his chest, almost folding his body in half, allowing Tu Feng to get close to him. Lu Ling, standing nearby, moved over and sat behind him, supporting him to prevent him from falling.

Facing the familiar yet unfamiliar man before him, Nan Yang lowered his eyes, somewhat unable to meet his gaze.

Tu Feng turned his chin and kissed his lips deeply.

"...Mmm...Mmm..."

Nan Yang couldn't help but groan as glistening saliva spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The penis buried inside him became hot and hard again, the awakened member slowly penetrating deep into his vagina, moving rhythmically and gently. Tu Feng kissed him deeply while once again arousing their passionate lovemaking...

Qing Yang was restless all night.

The reason was none other than that carp box.

He glanced again at the silk ribbon in his hand, inscribed with the young master's handwriting. He couldn't help but look at it every now and then, so he simply tied it around his wrist. As soon as he put it on, a strange unease washed over him, and he quickly took it off. But even after a short while, he couldn't resist picking it up again. As he looked at it, he gently stroked the two characters for "longing" on it, and couldn't help but smile softly. His heart was filled with a bittersweet feeling; though he hated himself for being so weak, he couldn't suppress his joy.

He lived in the back wing, separated from the general's bedroom by only a wall. The walls were so thin that sounds could see through, so at night he could faintly hear sounds from the general's room:

panting, groans, sounds of flesh colliding, and voices, all reaching his ears through the thin wall, making him blush.

So the valiant General Nanyang… could actually… be pinned down by someone, and by the Crown Prince and the Second Prince no less…

Recalling his rash intrusion into the room, accidentally finding Nanyang naked, he was shocked to discover that the General shared the same secret as him…

Even so, he wasn't treated like a monster by the Crown Prince and the Second Prince, sent to the authorities, tied up, and burned. Instead, he was treated like a treasure, cherished and pampered by the two.

Could it be that they… didn't find it abhorrent?

For the first time, the servant Qingyang fell into deep thought.

Early the next morning, Qingyang was awakened from his sleep by someone through the door. He groggily rubbed his sleepy eyes and went to answer the door. Outside stood a guard from the General's household.

Upon seeing him, the guard urged,

“The Crown Prince summons you to the outer hall. Quickly get ready to go.”

Qingyang's eyes widened:

“The Crown Prince?”

“That's right, come with me quickly.”

Why would the Crown Prince suddenly summon him? Could it be because of yesterday's events… that he changed his mind? Was he afraid I'd reveal the general's secret? Did he want to kill me again?

Qingyang shuddered, too frightened to speak for a long time. The guard urged him repeatedly, so he hurriedly washed up and followed the guard out the door. His heart was pounding the whole way, his mind racing with wild speculations, his face turning deathly pale. He

nervously entered the outer hall, and as soon as he stepped inside, his breath caught in his throat, and he froze.

The person sitting upright in the room, who had risen as soon as he entered, walking towards him with a mixture of surprise and delight—with his handsome features and tall stature—was none other than Young Master Xuan of Xuanming Tower!

Qingyang's leg, which was about to step forward, froze, unable to move for a moment. He simply held his breath, watching him intently, his eyes unblinking.

The young master had lost weight. Beneath the layers of clothing, his figure was much thinner. The once-fitting brocade robe now hung loosely, too large. He was even thinner than when he had seen him the day before, yet his eyes suddenly lit up, and he seemed much better than before.

His heart pounded, and his face flushed.

Why!

Qingyang felt a pang of self-loathing. He should hate him, but why did seeing the young master still make him blush and his heart race?

"Qingyang."

Before he could think further, the young master had already rushed to him, taking his hand and looking at him intently, his eyes filled with longing and joy at seeing him:

"Qingyang, I..."

"Let go!"

The servant broke free, throwing the young master's hand aside.

The young master stared at him in shock, looking at his hand that had been pushed away, a hurt expression appearing in his eyes.

Qingyang took two steps back, lowering his head awkwardly, refusing to meet his gaze.

He couldn't, he couldn't forgive him so easily!

Qingyang was still angry. He wasn't weak and submissive; he loved his young master, he missed him, but that didn't mean he would easily forgive his young master's previous deception.

He didn't realize that no servant in any other household would dare treat their master like that.

The young master stood there, stunned, for a long while before forcing a smile, carefully withdrawing his hand, and saying to him,

"Come in first. You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? I had some snacks prepared and brought over—"

Qingyang turned his head away, answering stiffly,

"I'm not hungry."

With that, he walked around the young master and went straight into the room.

Looking up, he saw the Crown Prince sitting behind a table, watching him without speaking, but with a hint of interest in his eyes.

The young master gave a wry smile, turned back to Qingyang, and said with a good-natured smile,

"Qingyang, I came this time to apologize to you…"

Qingyang ignored him and bowed directly to the Crown Prince behind the table.

Upon seeing the young master, he immediately understood why the Crown Prince had summoned him.

He had only received the carp-shaped box yesterday, and today the young master had come knocking. Given his close relationship with the Crown Prince, he must be asking the Crown Prince to persuade him to return.

A surge of anger welled up within him, all the sweet and bittersweet memories of the past vanished. Seeing the young master brought back memories of those dark nights, of being forced onto the bed and assaulted by the masked young master, the daily terror, and the rage upon discovering the deception. At this moment, Qingyang's only desire was to wound him with words and actions.

To make the young master taste the pain he had felt!

His heart screamed this, Qingyang's hands clenched so tightly they trembled, his face deathly pale.

The young master's expression was equally grim; he looked at Qingyang with eyes full of heartache.

He stepped forward and suddenly said,

"Your Highness, I'll take Qingyang with me now. Please convey my message to General Nan."

The Crown Prince nodded slightly in agreement.

Qingyang glared fiercely at the young master, defiantly protesting,

"I won't leave! I won't go anywhere!"

"Qingyang, listen to me," the young master frowned, his face pale.

"Xuanfu is your home."

"I won't go anywhere," Qingyang shouted, "General Nan is my master now, I'll stay here and serve him!"

"What nonsense! Your indenture is still with me, how can you just recognize someone else as your master!" The young master was slightly angered, his tone unusually harsh.

Never having heard him speak with such accusation, Qingyang couldn't help but shrink back, but he still retorted defiantly,

"The general said he would help me redeem my indenture, he would take care of me, I'll stay in the military camp and serve him, I won't go back, I won't go back!"

Instantly, both the young master and the crown prince's faces darkened.

The young master was struck dumb, perhaps never expecting that his devoted servant of so many years would so quickly recognize a new master. His face turned ashen, and he was rendered speechless by Qingyang's sharp retort. For a moment, the two stared at each other in silence, the atmosphere tense.

Finally, the Crown Prince broke the deadlock.

"Nanyang doesn't need your care," Tu Feng said, taking a sip of his tea.

With him there, that was enough.

According to his and Lu Ling's thoughts, they absolutely could not allow such a delicate and beautiful servant to stay by Nanyang's side day and night, especially since his Nan'er cared so much for Qingyang.

Even if it was because they were from the same clan that they were so close, he could not allow it.

Qingyang was speechless, and after a long while, he sheepishly shrank back and remained silent.

Slow to realize, he finally understood that this seemingly calm Crown Prince, like the Second Prince yesterday, was jealous.

For a long while, he hesitated, trying to speak, but the young master grabbed his wrist. The young master was very strong, and he struggled several times but couldn't break free.

"Let go of me!"

"Be good, come back with me," the young master said with a gloomy face, refusing to loosen his grip.

"No! Don't—"

Qingyang desperately tried to pry the young master's hand off his tight grip, but the young master held him tightly instead:

"Be good, I'm taking you to sweep your uncle's grave."

"Sweep the grave?" Qingyang stopped struggling and asked in surprise, "Uncle Miaoyang?"

The young master nodded.

In a few days, it would be Qingming Festival.

Although he had never met this uncle, the young master would take him to Uncle Miaoyang's hometown to sweep his grave every year, a habit they had maintained for many years.

The little slave girl, who had been struggling fiercely, quieted down, her expression shifting between light and shadow. Ignoring the Crown Prince sitting nearby, the young master seized the opportunity to embrace his beloved little slave girl, savoring the long-lost, blissful touch. He could vaguely sense Qingyang's unique youthful scent and a faint milky fragrance.

"I..." After thinking for a long time, Qingyang hesitated before saying, "I must bid farewell to the General."

"He's still resting," Tu Feng stood up. "You can go."

The General was so exhausted last night; he probably wouldn't wake up anytime soon.

Qingyang thought, her face flushing, yet she looked towards the inner room with a hint of reluctance, feeling a pang of disappointment.

The young master nodded to the Crown Prince:

"Then, farewell."

"Someone recently sent some rare wine from overseas; come to my residence for a small gathering sometime." The Crown Prince stood up and escorted them to the door.

"Wait!"

A clear voice suddenly came from inside the room.

Hearing this, Qingyang quickly turned around, both surprised and delighted, and ran back inside.

"General, you're awake!"

Nanyang slowly emerged from the inner room, leaning against the doorway. His eyes were slightly red, revealing an undisguised weariness; he had clearly just gotten up.

He looked at Qingyang, who had excitedly run to his side, and a slight smile curved his lips:

"Weren't you going to say goodbye?"

Although different from his usual dashing demeanor, he exuded a languid comfort, his handsome features appearing exceptionally gentle.

Qingyang was somewhat stunned.

This General Nanyang… he had never seen him before, but he was undeniably beautiful.

Tu Feng frowned slightly, quickly walking to Nanyang's side, taking off his outer robe and draping it over him, saying briefly:

"Be careful not to catch a cold."

Nanyang nodded, accepting the Crown Prince's offer to fasten the knot at his chest.

It was perfectly natural.

After the Crown Prince had finished, Nanyang handed Qingyang a bundle.

"This was hastily packed just now. It contains silver, which will serve as your wages and should last you a while. There's also an iron token inside..."

He glanced at the young master beside him and stuffed the package into Qingyang's hands:

"If you're having a hard time and want to come back, just take this token to the military camp, and the guards will let you in to see me."

Upon hearing this, Qingyang felt the package was burning hot and instinctively flinched, but seeing the general's concerned eyes, he had no choice but to accept it.

Seeing his careful handling, Nanyang felt even more protective of him, patted his little head, and said earnestly:

"I will definitely settle you in properly..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Crown Prince forcefully grabbed his hand and led him into the room.

"Tu Feng, you..."

"You came out without shoes, you'll catch a cold. Go back to bed."

"No, I haven't finished speaking yet..."

"Lu Ling, keep an eye on him, don't let him get out of bed again."

"Yes, brother, what was going on outside? I just woke up and didn't hear anything."

"Don't worry about that, go back to sleep."

"Oh."

"Tu Feng! You can't always be so domineering! Mmm..."

Giving his beloved beauty a deep, long kiss, silencing all the words he wanted to say, the Crown Prince calmly walked out of the room and said to the young master:

"I'm sorry for the commotion."

The young master sighed, shook his head, looked at Qing Yang who was still in a daze, and clasped his hands in a fist salute to the Crown Prince:

"Then, Ming Lou will take his leave."

This time, for the tomb sweeping, the young master only had a carriage prepared, and did not bring any other servants. He traveled light and simply, setting off from the capital with Qing Yang.

Outside, the coachman cracked his whip, shouting "Drive!" from time to time, but Qingyang remained silent inside.

He sat by the window, far from the young master, his head tilted to the side, intently watching the scenery. Several times along the way, the young master tried to start a conversation, but Qingyang kept his mouth shut, ignoring him.

He was quite stubborn, in fact.

The silence continued until they arrived at the inn at night. The coachman went to settle things himself, and the young master, as usual, only asked for a superior room. Qingyang, however, refused to share a room with him. Helpless, the young master had no choice but to indulge him and ask for another superior room for him.

The innkeeper watched the two of them with a smile, treating the young master as if he were Qingyang's own brother, stroking his beard and saying that he spoiled his little brother too much.

Qingyang felt a little embarrassed upon hearing this, lowered his head, and avoided looking at the young master again. He carried his bundle upstairs to his room, where he lay on the unfamiliar large bed. The quilt was too thin and icy cold, making him shiver all over. He could only curl up like a shrimp, thinking about the series of events that had occurred in the past few days, feeling as if he were in a dream.

He lay awake, unable to sleep, and couldn't warm up under the covers. Qingyang rubbed his cold palms and breathed on them, but it was to no avail.

"Knock, knock."

There were two knocks on the door. Qingyang asked alertly,

"Who is it?"

"It's me."

The young master's voice came from outside.

Qingyang shrank further under the covers:

"I'm going to sleep."

The young master hesitated for a moment.

"Are you cold?"

he asked again from outside.

Qingyang wrapped his head under the covers and said gruffly,

"No, I'm not cold."

There was no sound from outside.

Qingyang couldn't help but sit up and peek out the door.

Just then, a slight noise came from the doorway. A thin knife slipped through the crack and pried open the latch, but the door creaked open, and the young master walked in.

"..." Qingyang stared at the young master speechlessly, spitting out two words through gritted teeth:

"Shameless."

So this was how he always sneaked in.

The young master's face was slightly flushed, and he was carrying a thick quilt.

"I saw the inn's quilts were a bit thin, and I was worried you'd be cold at night, so I went and got you another one."

Qingyang tilted his chin and was about to jump off the bed:

"I don't need yours, I'll get another one myself."

"No," the young master stopped him, smiling gently, "This is the last one. Why bother getting angry over this? Don't hurt yourself."

Qingyang glanced at him, then at the quilt, took it, piled it on his own bed, then quickly jumped back onto the bed, burrowed under the covers, and ignored him. He

was, after all, still a young man.

His anger was expressed so openly, it almost seemed like a petulant act.

The young master stood in the room for a while, and seeing Qingyang close his eyes, he blew out the oil lamp beside him, then went out of the room and bolted the door shut from the inside, just as before.

Only after stepping out did he let out a heavy sigh.

Leaning against the door, he gently touched the wound on his abdomen. The scissors Qingyang had used to stab him were rusty, embedded deep in his flesh. The rust mixed with his blood, making it slow to heal, and thus it hadn't fully healed yet, the wound often throbbing with pain.

He had spent these past few days searching everywhere for Qingyang, but to no avail. He thought of him day and night, fearing he would never see him again, and had lost his appetite, thus becoming much thinner.

Thank goodness, Qingyang had finally been found. Although he didn't pay much attention to him, he hadn't rejected his concern, which had already made him feel much better.

The young master looked at the wound and gave a bitter smile.

Deceiving the young servant was probably the stupidest thing he had ever done.

The next day, Qingyang remained silent, turning his head away from the carriage window, gazing at the scenery outside, ignoring his young master.

The carriage traveled along a mountain road, the surface uneven and covered with rocks of all sizes. The carriage was jolted violently by the stones, making the ride uncomfortable. Qingyang gripped the window sill tightly, but the jolting still caused his head to hit the wall several times, throbbing painfully at the back of his head. Just as he was about to cry out in pain, his young master sat down beside him, opening his arms to pull him into a tight embrace.

Qingyang instinctively struggled, but the young master held him even tighter, his shoulders firmly gripped, rendering him immobile.

"Don't move, be careful not to hit your head again,"

the young master's voice came from above him, somewhat deep and resonant.

Qingyang struggled slightly, then stopped moving.

The journey had been incredibly bumpy, but nestled in the young master's broad, warm embrace, he no longer had to worry about his head hitting the carriage wall.

Qingyang remained silent, and the young master didn't speak either, simply maintaining their embrace, carefully protecting Qingyang's head, afraid he might get hurt.

Only the sounds of horses' hooves, whips, wheels rolling over the road, and their slightly hurried breathing could be heard outside.

Qingyang slightly raised his head and saw the young master looking at him, his pupils deep black. A panic gripped him, and he quickly lowered his head, only to feel the other man's lips subtly curve into a smile.

A strange feeling welled up inside him, a surge of panic rising from the depths of his heart. He raised his elbow to push the young master away, but then the carriage suddenly jolted violently, and Qingyang involuntarily fell forward, his elbow striking the young master's abdomen. All his strength landed on that spot, and he felt the embrace around him stiffen instantly. The young master's expression tightened, and Qingyang quickly looked down, seeing blood slowly seeping through his outer garment from the spot where he had accidentally bumped into.

"This! This is—"

Qingyang's mind went blank, his eyes fixed on the wound, immediately frozen in fear.

The young master shook his head, still smiling gently, but his voice sounded slightly different:

"It's alright, it's probably just that the wound reopened."

As he spoke, he tried to reach out to cover the bleeding wound, not wanting Qingyang to see it.

Qingyang looked at the wound on his abdomen and then remembered that when he escaped from the manor, he had stabbed the young master hard. Looking at his wound, Qingyang felt as if his heart had been violently gripped, a piercing pain shooting through him.

The young master glanced at Qingyang, then turned away as if unwilling to be seen. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out a medicine box, taking out several medicine bottles and gauze. He clumsily untied his belt, intending to apply medicine to himself, but his movements were slow and he was unskilled, failing to untie it for a long time.

Qingyang watched from the side, stunned for a long time. Seeing the young master's clumsy movements, wincing in pain when he accidentally touched his wound, his eyes slightly warm, he involuntarily walked to him, half-squatting down to untie his belt.

The young master's eyes widened, looking at him with slight astonishment.

Qingyang simply kept his head down, taking the medicine bottle from his hand and gently treating his wound.

Holding the clean white medicine bottle, he stared blankly for a moment, then blinked gently, a tear falling onto the cool white porcelain. Qingyang quickly blinked twice and wiped the tear away with his hand.

A tightness gripped his heart, a lingering resentment mixed with immense grievance, yet an overwhelming heartache welled up within him. These conflicting emotions tormented him.

Three days later, they arrived at Uncle Miaoyang's former residence.

The old house, with its blue bricks and black tiles, nestled at the foot of the mountain, had remained largely unchanged for over a decade. Ivy climbed the walls, and moss grew in the cracks of the stone path beneath their feet. Servants had come to greet them early. Qingyang followed behind his young master, surveying the house before him. He came here every year, but this time, his feelings were vastly different.

A profound question arose within him.

Why did his young master come to pay respects to Uncle Miaoyang every year?

He had asked his young master this question before, and at that time, his reply was that his uncle had shown him immense kindness, and therefore, for over a decade, he had never forgotten, and thus would inevitably come to pay his respects annually.

But…

Qingyang gently touched his slightly aching chest, a place that had been throbbing with pain for days.

The words his young master had spoken when he stabbed him that day echoed clearly in his ears.

"You are a descendant of the Qilan lineage, with a unique constitution from childhood. If you are given medicinal soup when you are young, you will develop breasts like a woman..."

Why did he keep this from him before, never telling him? And why did he do things at night that were so different from his usual self?

Qingyang looked at the tall figure in front of him and felt a sudden dizziness for no reason.

He suddenly realized that he had never truly understood his young master.

Three days later, they arrived at Uncle Miaoyang's former residence.

The old house with its blue bricks and black tiles sat at the foot of the mountain, unchanged for more than ten years. The walls were covered with vines, and moss grew in the cracks of the stone path. Servants came to greet them early. Qingyang followed behind his young master, looking at the house in front of him. He came to this place every year, but this time, his feelings were very different from before. A huge

question welled up in his heart.

Why did his young master come to pay respects to Uncle Miaoyang every year?

He had asked his young master this question before, and at that time he replied that his uncle had been very kind to him, so he had never forgotten it for more than ten years and had to come to pay respects every year.

But…

Qingyang gently touched his slightly throbbing chest, a place that had been aching for days.

The words the young master had spoken when he stabbed him that day echoed clearly in his ears:

“You are a descendant of the Qilan lineage, with a unique constitution from childhood. If you are given medicinal soup in your youth, you will develop breasts like a woman…”

Why had he kept that a secret from him before? Why had he never told him? And why had he done things at night so unlike his usual self?

Looking at the tall figure before him, Qingyang felt a sudden, inexplicable dizziness.

He suddenly realized that he had never truly understood the young master.

The young master walked ahead of him, his steps hurried. As soon as he entered the main hall, he took the incense offered by a servant and respectfully knelt before Miaoyang's memorial tablet, offering three sticks of incense.

Then he straightened up and knelt before the tablet for a long time.

Qingyang stood to the side, his eyes fixed on him, unconsciously biting his lower lip.

“Young Master Xuan,”

an old servant peeked out from outside the door and asked.

"The paper money has already been sent up the mountain. Would you like to go now?"

The young master turned around, nodded, and said to the old servant,

"Grandpa Zhao, you've been the one to clear weeds from Uncle's grave and look after this house every year. Thank you for taking care of it all these years."

The old servant waved his hand, flattered, and said,

"Young master, you're too kind. I'm just an old man who lives here to enjoy my retirement. My days are peaceful and quiet. How can I accept such a token of gratitude? It's just that it's been hard for you to remember Young Master Miaoyang all these years. It's a pity he left us so early. He was clearly a very kind person. It's just that Heaven is blind..." The old servant muttered to himself.

"This old servant still remembers when I served in the young master's room, he was just a tiny little baby, skinny and frail. He loved to run to the young master's room every day. Now, he has grown so tall and strong. If the young master knew this in the afterlife, he would surely be very gratified to see the young master now."

He murmured as he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

The young master listened to the old servant's fragmented recounting of the past, a gentle smile on his face. He stood up, dusted off the corner of his clothes, looked at the still-nagging old servant, and said to Qingyang,

"Let's go up the mountain together."

The old servant immediately replied,

"Then this old servant will come too..."

"No need," the young master interrupted him, "Qingyang and I are fine. Grandpa and the others don't need to go up the mountain."

Seeing his resolute tone, the old servant could only nod, then couldn't help but remind Qingyang beside him,

"The mountain path is difficult to walk on. You must be careful to watch the young master and make sure he doesn't fall."

"Grandpa Zhao, do you still treat me like a child?" The young master smiled helplessly. Qingyang was in turmoil, standing motionless.

Seeing this, the young master stopped and asked,

"What's wrong?"

Qingyang lowered his head and remained silent.

The two were silent for a moment. The young master sighed softly and said,

"Come with me up the mountain. I have something to tell you."

Qingyang looked up at him, then turned his head away, speaking stiffly,

"I have nothing to say to you."

The young master frowned slightly and reached out to grab his hand. Qingyang recoiled as if touched by a flame.

"Ugh!"

His shoulder was grabbed, and he was pulled into the young master's arms. Before Qingyang could even gasp, he heard the young master's warm breath in his ear.

"If you don't come with me, I'll kiss you right here,"

the other whispered in his ear, his voice deep and laced with a hint of coercion. His warm breath tickled Qingyang's ear, the atmosphere intimate.

Instantly, Qingyang blushed crimson.

Old Master Zhao was still standing there, people coming and going outside. He couldn't bear the embarrassment, so he could only give a resentful reply, lower his head, forcefully push away the young master's hand, and walk out of the house.

The mountain path was indeed as the old servant had said, and it was not easy to walk. Bamboo roots bulged out of the mud everywhere, and the road surface was rugged and uneven. Qingyang stumbled along, and several times he almost fell down if the young master hadn't supported him

. By the time they reached Uncle Miaoyang's tomb, he was panting heavily and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

The young master supported him for a while, only letting go when his breathing had calmed down. He then walked to the tombstone, personally lit the paper money piled to the side, and pulled Qingyang down to kneel.

Although Qingyang always accompanied the young master to sweep the tomb, he only went to the ancestral tablet in the main hall to offer incense. The young master always went up the mountain to pay his respects alone. Therefore, this was the first time he had seen his uncle's tomb.

The paper money burned in the copper basin, making a soft crackling sound, and white smoke rose in wisps. He stared at the tombstone before him, which simply bore the name of the deceased, nothing else. Moss covered the stone, and the grave stood alone in the mountains.

He had only heard that this uncle, whom he had never met, had lived a lonely life. Apart from the young master who came to pay his respects every year and Old Man Zhao who kept vigil for him, no one else remembered him.

But the young master had remembered him for so many years, and even many years after his death, he had never stopped offering incense at his grave.

“He was originally one of Father’s concubines.”

The young master beside him suddenly spoke, startling Qingyang. He turned to look at the young master, but saw that his face was calm, but his eyes were deep.

“You mean… Uncle?”

Qingyang asked in surprise.

The young master nodded slightly and continued:

“He had only been in the manor for half a year when Father was transferred to the border, where he stayed for three years. At that time, Father only took a few servants with him, leaving all his wives and concubines in the capital.”

Qingyang’s eyes widened as he listened intently to every word.

“That year I was just five years old when my birth mother died of a serious illness. My mother had no other relatives, and at that time I only had two servants to serve me.” The young master paused, then continued: “Because I was the eldest son and born to the principal wife, the other concubines in the manor conspired to secretly get rid of me so that the second son could inherit Father’s title and property. Therefore, they bribed the servants beside me to secretly poison my food.”

Qingyang’s breath caught in his throat.

Although he had lived in the manor for several years, he had never heard of such a dark matter, let alone heard the young master mention it to him.

"I ate a poisoned pastry and almost died. No one came to my aid. As I lay on my bed waiting to die, he happened to see me and found a doctor to save my life." The young master's tone gradually lowered as he spoke. He reached out and gently stroked the cold stone tablet, gazing at the words carved on it with a dark look in his eyes.

"He was worried that someone else would poison me, so he took me in and raised me. When the concubines saw that he had ruined their plans, they deliberately tormented him, withholding his monthly salary from the accountant and preventing the kitchen from providing him with food, intending to drive him out of the manor. He was weak-willed and suffered all kinds of bullying. One by one, the servants around him left, but he still protected me and never abandoned me."

"Young master..."

Qingyang looked at him and couldn't help but call out softly.

The young master didn't respond, staring intently at the stone tablet before him, and continued,

"He was penniless, so destitute that he had to sell his calligraphy on the street to earn a few copper coins, which wasn't enough to make ends meet, and he was often ridiculed. At that time, I cried every day from hunger, and he had no other choice. Seeing my voice hoarse from crying, he secretly carried me into his room, lifted my clothes, and breastfed me."

Breastfed?

Qingyang stared at him in shock.

The young master gave a bitter smile, a hint of apology in his eyes:

"Men of Qilan, whenever they have intercourse, can develop breasts and secrete milk to nourish their offspring, unlike women, who are not bound by the constraints of pregnancy.

He breastfed me to relieve my hunger, feeding me for three whole years, until my father returned to the city." "

As the young master spoke, his eyes gradually became hazy, recalling the scene from that time.

The man who always gently patted his back, breastfed him, and cared for him like a mother, had tears welling in his eyes with joy when he heard the news of his father's impending return.

But accompanying his father were seven dancers he had brought from the frontier, each young and beautiful, brimming with exotic charm.

He knelt with the man at the gate of the mansion to welcome his father's carriage, and the light, cheerful laughter of those girls carried from afar. The then-young Xuanminglou looked up and saw the man's slightly trembling back; in that instant, that figure aged considerably.

Later, his father punished the concubines who had poisoned him, and he bestowed silver upon Miaoyang as a reward for raising his eldest son. However, after seeing Miaoyang's developed breasts, he was disgusted by her strange appearance." Her body lost interest in him from then on, never touching him again.

Miaoyang grew increasingly despondent.

He tried to comfort the man, clumsily circling him, reciting poems from the new Western-style lessons. The man would pat his head and smile gently, but that smile would quickly fade, replaced by an inescapable melancholy. Although he had no worries about food or clothing, he gradually lost his appetite. Little Xuanminglou sometimes went to his room and often saw him sitting at his desk, carefully writing something, stroke by stroke. The papers on the floor were covered with his father's name.

Winter came. Miaoyang fell seriously ill.

The illness came on fiercely, and he gradually became bedridden. Doctors examined him several times, but there was no improvement. He ultimately did not survive that winter.

Eight-year-old Xuanminglou, following his last wish, held his ashes and... He sent him back to his hometown.

From then on, he could never forget that man. He

could never forget Miaoyang's kindness to him, nor could he forget the warm embrace the man gave him when he was hungry and cold, and the sweet milk.

That taste that he loved so much lingered in his memory, but that man could no longer breastfeed him.

He sought out many wet nurses, but he could never taste that familiar flavor again, until two years later, when he returned to Miaoyang's old home to sweep her grave, he encountered a destitute and ailing couple. The couple were holding a newborn baby and claimed to be Miaoyang's cousin, brother and sister-in-law. They had come to him for help because of their poverty, hoping to entrust their son to him to raise, but they had already passed away.

He was only ten years old at the time, but he was already capable of handling things on his own. He bought the baby from the couple. The child was brought back to his residence and named Qingyang.

Originally, the intention of raising this Qilan infant in the residence was merely to act as a wet nurse, hoping that as he grew up, he could relive the sweet tastes of his memories. However, watching him slowly grow, seeing his every smile and gesture, so clever and innocent, his gaze was drawn to him, gradually becoming unable to look away.

By the time he realized it, he was already deeply captivated.

Qingyang listened silently, his long, fine eyelashes lowered.

The young master looked at him, his lips slightly moving, but he said nothing.

A mountain breeze blew, the pines rustled, birdsong echoed in the valley, filling the air with a serene atmosphere.

The two knelt silently side by side before the grave, neither rising.

Suddenly, a slight dampness touched his shoulder. Qingyang looked up and saw that the sky had changed, and it had started to rain.

"Let's go,"

the young master said, standing up.

Qingyang's knees were numb from kneeling, and he had to use his hands to support himself on the stone slabs to slowly rise.

"Young master. " "

He said softly,

"You called me here, isn't there anything else you want to say?"

The young master looked at him, opened his mouth slightly, but still didn't say a word.

"If you won't say, then I'll ask."

He raised his head, looked straight into his eyes, pondered for a long time, and then slowly asked, word by word,

"Was it you who gave me the medicine that made my chest grow?"

The young master was stunned for a long time, then silently nodded.

"Then..." He was silent for a while, then asked again, "Why did you sneak into my room in the middle of the night and do those improper things?"

This time, the young master's face slowly turned red.

A faint blush crept onto his handsome face.

He looked at Qingyang, swallowed hard, and said, "I..."

A man who was always calm and composed was now stammering, unable to utter another word.

"Why?"

"I..."

The young master's face turned bright red, and he simply turned his head away, refusing to look at him, looking extremely embarrassed.

Qingyang looked at him, puzzled, and continued to press,

"Why didn't you tell me honestly? Why did you have to hide it?"

"This..."

"Do you think I feel good about this, sneaking around like this? Do you know, back then I—"

He stopped mid-sentence, remembering those unbearable memories.

"I'm sorry."

The young master, with his back to him, repeated the words,

"I'm sorry, it was all my fault, I shouldn't have kept it from you."

"Why did you do that?" He truly couldn't understand the young master.

"I..."

The young master's back remained turned, and the rain gradually intensified, dripping onto both of them.

Qingyang wanted to say something more, but the young master suddenly turned around, strode up to him, and hugged him tightly.

Startled, he struggled:

"What are you doing! Let me go!"

"I can't say it."

"What??"

Qingyang tried to look up at him, but the young master held his head firmly, preventing him from doing so.

After saying this, the young master let out a deep sigh.

"Because you definitely won't agree, and I... find it difficult to ask you."

"What is it that you can't say?"

"..."

"Tell me!" Qingyang persisted, determined to get a clear answer: "Otherwise, I will never forgive you!"

"I..." The young master stammered for a long time before explaining softly, "I'm almost thirty, yet I have to beg a little kid like you for milk... I think... if I really said it, it would only make me a laughingstock."

How could he possibly say such an absurd motive?

As he spoke, his voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible. He could only awkwardly twist his neck, a gesture as if to hide his guilt.

Qingyang listened suspiciously, almost thinking he'd misheard.

Just…because of this?

Because he was obsessed with the milk of the Qilan people, wanting to recapture the taste of his Uncle Miaoyang, he adopted him, but after he grew up, he was too embarrassed to directly ask to breastfeed him, so he used an absurd method to achieve his wish.

This was completely unlike the intelligent and wise young master he knew.

Utterly stupid!!!

Qingyang clenched his fist and punched him hard in the chest:

“Stupid! So stupid!”

The young master silently took the punch. Qingyang seemed weak, but the punch was incredibly powerful, almost making him groan in pain.

He knew his little servant, whom he had raised for over ten years, all too well. If he were to directly explain why he kept him by his side and ask him to breastfeed him, the little servant would probably think he was crazy, and would stay far away from him, never again seeing him as the perfect young master in his heart.

Or perhaps, the little servant would hate him, just like before.

Since the outcome was the same anyway, he chose the most direct, and also the most foolish, method.

By day, he remained the perfect, gentle young master; by night, he greedily and selfishly satisfied his own desires, deceiving Qingyang and preventing him from recognizing him. He gained Qingyang's love and satisfied his appetite—a double win.

He planned to indulge for a while, then stop, properly appease Qingyang, give him medicine to restore him to normal, and if Qingyang refused to tell him about his changes, he would pretend not to know, each keeping their past secrets and living their lives peacefully.

However, he misjudged Qingyang, unaware of the young servant's fierce nature, which nearly killed him.

Stabbed hard by Qingyang, in the midst of the excruciating pain, he suddenly realized something.

He was terribly wrong; he shouldn't have deceived him like this.

"I've wronged you like this, I deserve your punishment. You can hit me, you can scold me, but no matter what, you're not allowed to leave me again,"

he said, hugging Qingyang tightly, refusing to let go.

The young servant remained silent in his arms for a long time. The young master gently kissed the crown of his head, and tiny raindrops pattered against his body and brushed his cheeks.

Qingyang lowered his eyes and didn't speak again.

He stayed at the foot of the mountain for several days, hiding in his room the whole time. No matter how the young master tried to persuade him, he refused to go out or let him in.

He locked the door and spent his days curled up in the corner, listening to the torrential rain pounding on the roof tiles outside the window.

After hearing the young master's explanation, his heart was even more confused.

Should he forgive him so easily?

No, he couldn't!

How could

he let it go after being bullied like this by the young master? Even if his apology was sincere, if he didn't give him a warning, wouldn't the young master continue to bully him at will? If he dared to do it once, he would dare to do it again, and again.

Qingyang's stubbornness flared up again. He wasn't one to give up easily and didn't intend to forgive the young master so lightly.

"Young Master, the carriage is ready."

A servant's voice came from outside the door.

Qingyang looked up, straining to listen.

"Good."

It was the young master's voice.

"Young Master Xuan," Old Master Zhao's voice was full of worry, "Look how heavy the rain has been these past few days. Returning by waterway wouldn't be safe. Perhaps we should stay a little longer?"

"This..."

The young master pondered for a moment, then said,

"I'm tied up with official duties. I've been away for quite some time, and many things have piled up. I really can't stay long."

"Young Master..." Old Master Zhao wanted to persuade him further.

"In two more days, when the rain subsides, we'll set off."

The voice outside the door gradually faded, followed by the sound of footsteps receding into the distance. Qingyang hugged his knees tightly, rested his chin on his arms, and unconsciously bit the silk ribbon on his wrist, his mind a jumbled mess.

Two more days passed. Although the sky hadn't cleared, the rain had lessened considerably.

The young master knocked on Qingyang's door and waited patiently for a long time.

Qingyang reluctantly opened the door and saw the young master standing outside. Upon seeing him, the young master's face lit up with joy as he approached, but he only gave him a cold glance before turning and walking away.

The young master shook his head helplessly, letting him be capricious.

These past few days, he had been extremely careful with Qingyang, constantly trying to appease him, but the little servant wouldn't listen.

Seeing him climb into the carriage on his own, the young master smiled slightly and walked towards him.

Their return journey required traveling by water. After the carriage traveled over thirty li, they reached the ferry. They disembarked at the dock and boarded the boat. As soon as they were aboard, the young master draped a thick coat over him.

"I'm not cold."

Qingyang impatiently tried to throw off his coat, but the young master held it firmly.

"It'll be windy after the boat sets sail, put it on early."

"No..."

Qingyang sniffed and sneezed softly.

"Be good."

The young master couldn't help but gently pinch his nose, a gesture so intimate that Qingyang quickly turned his face away.

Only the two of them were on the large boat. The boatman stood on the gunwale, rowing, creating splashes of water, and the faint scent of rain could be smelled inside the cabin.

After a long while, Qingyang suddenly spoke:

"Young Master,"

the young master Xuan said, slightly surprised, turning to look at him.

This was almost the first time in days that he had called him "Young Master" on his own initiative.

"What is it?"

The young master's voice held barely suppressed excitement, clearly a hint of surprise.

"I..."

Qingyang paused, then stammered,

"I'm not going back to Xuan Mansion with you."

The young master looked at him without speaking.

Qingyang didn't look up, continuing to speak to himself:

"I... I'm feeling very confused right now, and I want to find a quiet place to myself."

He finished speaking and lowered his head deeply.

This was the result he had come up with after thinking about it for days.

The young master leaned closer to look at him:

"I'll arrange a place for you. You can stay there for a while, and I'll bring you back in a bit, okay?"

"No, no." He shook his head desperately: "Don't worry about me, I'll find it myself."

"Then where can you go?" The young master's tone became serious.

Qingyang turned his face away somewhat defiantly:

"It's none of your business."

"You... don't want to come back, do you?"

"..."

Qingyang fell silent for a moment.

The young master looked at him for a long time, then suddenly hugged him tightly, ignoring his struggles, holding him so tightly that he almost wanted to press his body into his own arms.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Qingyang struggled to push him away, but a pair of large hands held him tightly. Just as the other finally loosened his grip a little and was about to catch his breath, the young master forcefully seized his lips and tongue.

His lips were pressed against the young master's, pressed down hard, the young master's tongue prying open his teeth, swirling around his tongue, forcefully entangling and circling, a possessive and domineering kiss that seemed to want to devour him whole.

Qingyang was breathless from the kiss, tears welling in his eyes, and was finally released when he could barely breathe.

"Listen, I will never allow you to leave me again."

Qingyang was stunned, reaching out to push him away, but the young master grabbed his hand, his eyes filled with determination:

"You are mine, forever!"

"No!" Qingyang gasped, tears welling in his eyes: "You, you are so hateful! I don't want to..."

At that moment, the entire ship suddenly shook violently, and the two of them were thrown backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

Qingyang was held tightly in the young master's arms, his head resting against his chest.

"Young master! The boat has run aground!"

the boatman outside the cabin shouted in panic.

Qingyang sat up in shock, but before he could even sit properly, there was a loud crash of breaking wood. The entire boat began to shake violently, making a huge cracking sound. Then the boat tilted forward sharply, and a large amount of water rushed into the cabin from the broken planks. The entire massive hull began to slowly sink.

"Young master!"

He clutched the clothes of the person beneath him in fear, panicked and not knowing what to do.

"Don't be afraid," the young master hugged him. "I'm here."

The rains of the past few days had raised the water level much higher than usual. In addition, the waterway was winding and swift, and huge reefs were hidden underwater and could not be seen clearly. The boatman accidentally struck a huge reef. It was too late to turn the rudder. The bow smashed to pieces, and the entire boat began to fall apart. The boatman at the helm was swept into the water, and the two of them were gradually dragged into the water as the boat tilted. The young master held Qingyang tightly, saying,

"Hold on tight, don't let go."

The water had already reached his waist. Qingyang was terrified and completely panicked. The young master patted his back reassuringly, grabbed a broken plank from the side, and had Qingyang lie on it. Then, he took a deep breath, bent his legs, and pushed off the plank behind him, carrying Qingyang into the water.

"Ugh!"

As soon as he hit the water, the icy coldness swept over him, his legs stiffened, and Qingyang trembled, almost unable to breathe. He couldn't swim, and this was the first time he'd encountered such a situation. His mind was a mess, and he could only lean on the young master, letting him float on the water.

"Qingyang, hold on tight to the plank!"

The young master's hair was completely soaked, the wet strands clinging to his forehead. Water droplets slid down his face, dripping onto Qingyang's cheeks, still warm.

He looked at the young master and nodded blankly.

Clinging tightly to the plank, he was desperately swimming towards the shore with his young master.

In the icy, swift current, he could only cling to this person.

The river was very wide, and the shore was still far away. Coupled with the strong underwater currents, it was extremely difficult for the young master to swim with Qingyang. His strength was gradually failing; his once agile paddling began to slow, and his breathing became more and more rapid. The paddling movements tore open the wound on his abdomen, and blood seeped into the water, quickly being washed away without a trace. Qingyang saw the young master's struggling expression and struggled intensely within himself.

Suddenly, a huge wave crashed in, lifting the two high into the air and then throwing them into the water. Qingyang accidentally let go and was almost swept away by the wave, but fortunately, the young master caught him in time.

Qingyang looked at his pale face, contorted with pain, as he clung tightly to the plank he was lying on. His heart ached, and tears welled in his eyes.

"Young Master! Let go! It's still so far. You won't be able to swim to the other side with me!"

"What nonsense!"

the young master gritted his teeth, gripping Qingyang's hand tightly, trying to slowly pull him back to his side.

"Young Master..."

Tears streamed from Qingyang's eyes, mingling with the water splashed on his face. They

were still miles from the shore. Even a lone surfer would struggle to swim across in such swift currents, let alone with Qingyang carrying him, a burden.

He wanted to live, but... he was even more worried about what might happen to his young master...

Qingyang closed his eyes tightly, his voice trembling.

"Let go, Young Master!"

"Qingyang..." The young master gasped for breath, spitting out the water he had accidentally swallowed, and with a sudden burst of strength, finally pulled Qingyang to his side.

“Listen,” he said, gripping Qingyang’s hand tightly,

“I will never let you go, even if it kills me.”

With that, he struggled to propel the plank through the water, carrying Qingyang with him, and rowed with great difficulty toward the shore in the swift current.

His movements grew increasingly slow, yet he gritted his teeth, swimming relentlessly towards the shore. The wind howled across the river, the water crashing against them, stinging their eyes. The two struggled for survival. Qingyang, still shaken, lay silently on the plank, watching his young master's resolute face, his lips pressed tightly together.

The further they swam, the louder the rushing water became. Qingyang peered to his right, puzzled, when suddenly his young master lurched to one side, throwing him aside. He realized they were caught in a raging current.

The current pulled Qingyang away from his young master; the plank overturned, leaving him without support, and he sank straight down.

"Qingyang!!"

He heard his young master's heart-wrenching cry, turning his head with difficulty to see the other's anxious, desperate eyes, watching him swim desperately towards him.

"Young Master..."

he tried to speak, but choked on his own water.

Despite his falling body, perhaps because he was in dire straits, his mind unexpectedly calmed down. "

I don't want...I don't want to part with you like this... "

Qingyang desperately opened his eyes, wanting to see his young master one more time.

"Qingyang! Qingyang!"

A familiar shout rang in his ears. Qingyang turned his head and saw the broken plank of the boat being pushed towards him again.

"Grab it!"

The young master caught the plank that floated past him and pushed it towards Qingyang.

He had just reached out to grab it when another huge wave crashed in. Before he could even speak, he watched helplessly as his young master was swept away by the wave. In the blink of an eye, he was carried away by the swift current and disappeared from sight.

Qingyang clung tightly to the life-saving piece of driftwood, almost unable to believe what he was seeing.

...
The river surged, only the sound of the rushing water and the howling wind could be heard, but that person was gone.

"Young master..."

Qingyang called out blankly.

No one answered.

"Young Master! Young Master!!!"

He cried out in anguish, tears streaming uncontrollably from his eyes.

Qingyang was so heartbroken he almost fainted. His remaining sanity made him cling tightly to the driftwood, refusing to let go.

His heart was gripped by immense grief; he closed his eyes tightly and sobbed aloud.

Even in his sleep, Qingyang was filled with extreme anxiety. He slept restlessly, his brows furrowed, his eyelashes trembling, his face deathly pale.

The smiling figure of his young master gradually disappeared before him. He reached out to grab him, but couldn't grasp him.

"Young Master!" Qingyang shuddered violently, crying out in panic, "Young Master! Don't leave me!"

"Qingyang!"

Hearing the familiar voice, he opened his eyes wide and saw his young master standing before him, smiling gently.

"Young Master!" He ran towards him joyfully.

But after taking two more steps, the flat ground in front of him suddenly turned into flowing water. He stepped into the water, his entire body sinking heavily.

"Young Master!!"

Qingyang opened his eyes in shock, struggling to sit up.

Beside him was a campfire, and looking around, the surroundings were pitch black, seemingly a deserted cave. He looked down and found himself lying on dry grass, wearing a blue outer robe.

He stared at the robe, his eyes widening in disbelief.

This…this was the young master's clothes!!

Qingyang jumped to his feet, looked around, and finding no one, turned and ran frantically towards the cave entrance.

"Young Master! Young Master!! Where are you?"

"Qingyang?"

A familiar voice came from outside the cave, followed by footsteps, and a familiar figure came into view. Qingyang froze.

The person staring at him, that familiar face—just now, he had almost lost him.

"Young Master!"

His eyes reddened completely, Qingyang choked back a sob, rushed into his young master's arms, and hugged him tightly. The young master's body temperature felt incredibly real. Qingyang took a deep breath; he was almost fainting from the overwhelming joy.

The young master looked at him, his gaze lingering on the half-exposed silk ribbon on Qingyang's wrist. He paused slightly, his eyes fixed on Qingyang's wrist, then smiled gently and lovingly kissed the delicate whorl of hair on Qingyang's head.

Qingyang held him quietly, feeling his presence. At that moment

, his heart was filled with immense joy. Only now did he truly realize how much he longed to be by the young master's side, how reluctant he was to part with him. This deep love was rooted in his heart; before that, the resentment of being deceived had consumed him, blinding him to it.

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