Marry a hero

She had this problem since childhood. When she was five, her snobbish wet nurse forgot her in the room and didn't feed her. You Nan crouched under the table, terrified, all night. She was only found by the servants the next morning. After leaving the room, she fell seriously ill and had a fever for three days.

The fourth wife of the Wei family had little status in the household, but she only had one daughter. Seeing You Nan's illness, she insisted on finding a doctor from outside.

However, she didn't have the money for a good doctor, so she could only find a blind quack. The quack examined You Nan and said she was fine, but that the room was probably haunted by evil spirits and something unclean. He instructed the fourth wife to burn a talisman drawn on it in the room, dissolve the ashes in water, and feed it to You Nan.

After drinking it, You Nan's illness was cured. But after recovering, she developed another problem: extreme timidity.

The Autumn Equinox was the eighteenth birthday of Wei Xinle, the eldest daughter of the Wei family's matriarch. Prince Wei was delighted and hosted a banquet at his residence, inviting all the prominent young masters and nobles of the city. Everyone knew that while ostensibly a birthday celebration for Wei Xinle, the real purpose was to select a son-in-law.

Wei Xinle was undeniably beautiful, and with a prince as her father, she might have a slightly domineering temper, but that was to be expected—beautiful women often have strong personalities.

At her elder sister's birthday banquet, You Nan was pulled into the backyard by a group of girls of similar age. These young girls, still too young to understand, were chattering and clamoring to play games; this time, they wanted to play "ghost hunting."

The game of "Catch the Ghost" involved one person acting as the "ghost" while the others hid, waiting for the "ghost" to find them.

You Nan was timid and initially didn't want to play, but if she refused, the others would surely ostracize her and speak ill of her behind her back. So, she reluctantly joined them.

Now, to play this game, they needed someone to be the "ghost," and among the girls, only You Nan was the illegitimate daughter of Madam Wei Si, her status less noble than the others. Including her was a favor, so the task of being the "ghost" fell to You Nan.

You Nan stood trembling in front of a large banyan tree, closed her eyes, and began to count. After counting to one hundred, she opened her eyes. The backyard was quiet; there was no one there, no sound. Only she was there, looking at the strangely shaped leaves in the darkness by the dim moonlight.

You Nan began to feel afraid. She walked towards the backyard, screaming in a high-pitched voice, "Where...where are you...?" No one answered her. The evening breeze blew into her thin clothes, making her shiver. You Nan hugged her arms and slowly walked towards the house with light. "Are you...here?" Still no one answered. You Nan was terrified. She lifted her skirt and rushed into the house with flickering candlelight, only to bump into something soft. You Nan blinked her tear-streaked eyelashes and saw a man, a strikingly handsome man, standing in the doorway with slightly furrowed brows, looking down at her.

"Who are you?" the man asked.

You Nan looked directly into the man's eyes and stammered, "I, I am Wei You Nan." "Your surname is Wei?" the man asked.

"Yes."

"Very good." The man nodded, released his hand from You Nan's shoulder, and whispered, "Be careful tonight." "Then you..." You Nan saw the man walking out and suddenly couldn't help but call out.

"Me?"

"You... what's your name?" As soon as You Nan said this, she regretted it so much that she wanted to bite her tongue. This man was obviously someone important, and might even be her brother-in-law in the future. It was really unbecoming of a young lady from a respectable family to ask his name so rashly.

The man smiled and answered softly, "My name is Li Huaibei."

One is Nan, and the other is Bei, quite a match.

Speaking of Li Huaibei, no one in the streets and alleys of Jincheng didn't know him.

Li Huaibei was the seventh prince of the current emperor. Because he was not favored, he was enfeoffed in a remote land before he even came of age. Li Huaibei was also very resilient. He was not favored, so he was not favored. He lived in the borderlands for many years and had mastered excellent martial arts skills. He was best at using a red-tasseled spear.

After reaching adulthood, Li Huaibei began to display his courage, a fearless spirit that led him to fight valiantly and achieve great military exploits.

Because of this, when he returned in triumph, clad in a blood-red battle robe, the people watching from the city gates revered him as a war god.

People said Li Huaibei ate human flesh and drank human blood; none of the servants in his household were whole, missing limbs or arms, presumably because Li Huaibei had removed the legs and cooked them into soup.

On the streets of Jincheng, if a child was too naughty, the parents would grab the child by the ear and say, "If you misbehave again, I'll throw you into the Prince Qing's mansion." These rumors, more or less, reached Li Huaibei's ears. Li Huaibei wasn't angry. His reputation was ruined, his household deserted, but he also found peace and quiet, because he hated social engagements the most; he'd rather use that time to practice his martial arts.

But this peaceful life didn't last long. On a whim, the Emperor insisted on summoning Li Huaibei back to Jincheng, saying he was getting old and should settle down.

Li Huaibei hadn't considered marriage. Although he was used to a carefree life, it wasn't that he couldn't settle down, but rather that he was a little afraid of young women. Young girls were all so delicate, and he, with his clumsy hands, could easily bump into them.

The morning after the birthday banquet at the Prince Wei's residence, the Emperor summoned Li Huaibei to the palace and subtly inquired, "Huaibei, did you find anyone you liked at the Prince Wei's residence yesterday?" The Prince Wei was a man of high status; his grandfather had fought alongside the founding emperor to establish the empire, making him a descendant of the Marquis of Dingguo. In the Emperor's opinion, the Prince Wei's daughter would be a good match for Li Huaibei in terms of status, age, and upbringing.

As the Emperor spoke, Li Huaibei was sitting at the table eating grapes. He ate slowly and deliberately, then took a sip of tea. Once he was satisfied, he slowly said, "I have indeed taken a liking to a young lady." The Emperor was overjoyed. Li Huaibei had spent years fighting on the frontier, commanding armies whose soldiers were all willing to die for him. He couldn't sleep soundly until he had this force under his control. He didn't know when it had started, but this neglected son of his had grown into such a handsome and imposing figure, possessing the physique of a warrior yet the spirit of a scholar.

"Is she the eldest daughter of Prince Wei, Consort Yin Huan?"

The Emperor had seen Consort Yin Huan, also known as Wei Xile, before; he had even held the little girl when she was born. He had heard that she had grown increasingly beautiful in recent years. If they could get together, it would be a wonderful thing, since he had already taken back Li Huaibei's military power and needed to compensate him.

Li Huaibei smiled, his handsome lips curving upwards to reveal a row of white teeth. "It's not my eldest daughter." "Then who is she?" "I don't know her birth order, but her name is Younan. She's from the south, and I'm from the north; it's quite a good match." Younan? The Emperor frowned; he'd never heard of that name before.

Sitting in her boudoir, embroidering, Wei Younan suddenly sneezed. Her hand holding the thread trembled, and she crumpled the tangled ball of thread she'd painstakingly separated back together.

The wet nurse, sitting nearby with a needle and thread, leaned closer to the small kerosene lamp, snorted, and said, "You were running around again last night; you've caught a cold, and nobody's taking care of you. You're not a child anymore; why are you still so immature? So many important people came yesterday, and you didn't even seize the opportunity to marry yourself off. Are you just thinking of waiting for the First Madam to find you some random servant and make a fortune?" Hearing the wet nurse's ramblings about marriage, Younan blushed. Actually, the wet nurse mentioned this every day, but in the past, You Nan would just let it go in one ear and out the other. But today, for some reason, she felt a little itchy inside after hearing it. She

wondered if the man she met in the backyard yesterday was married yet.

The next morning, when Li Huaibei came to propose marriage, Wei Younan was paying her respects to the First Madam and several young ladies. The ladies were sitting in the backyard, chatting about yesterday's birthday banquet.

Wei Xile and the First Madam were waiting for news from the main hall, thinking that Wei Xile had dressed so beautifully and behaved so well yesterday, someone would surely come to propose marriage this morning.

Sure enough, news came from the front hall that Prince Qing had come to the residence. The First Madam was overjoyed upon hearing this. Prince Qing's recall to Jincheng meant that the Emperor intended to give him an important position, right? In addition, he held considerable military power, making him far more powerful than the princes who were kept by the Emperor.

Wei Xile also remembered Prince Qing's appearance. She had taken a few extra glances at him at yesterday's banquet. He was exceptionally handsome, clearly a military general yet possessing a scholarly air, dressed in a white robe, with eyebrows like ink paintings and eyes like black lacquer, making one want to look again and again. It now seemed that at least half of the rumors circulating in Jincheng were false. Wei Xile's face flushed slightly, and she lowered her head shyly, saying, "His Highness Prince Qing has actually come." Sitting in the corner, Wei Younan's heart sank. So the person she'd met yesterday really had become her brother-in-law. She felt a pang of sadness and a slight ache in her chest. She didn't know why she felt this way; wasn't it obvious? Her eldest sister was beautiful, born to the First Madam, and she and Li Huaibei were a match made in heaven.

Wei Younan drooped her head against her chest, reached out and picked up a grape, eating it. The one she touched was a little bitter. She bit down, and the sour juice flowed down her throat, almost bringing tears to her eyes.

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In the hall, Prince Wei murmured, "You Nan? What, I've never heard of that name before?" Prince Wei was already seventy-five years old. He hadn't accomplished anything great in his life, except for having many wives, each one seemingly competing to bear him children. Among all these children, he genuinely couldn't recall one named "You Nan."

"Your Highness Prince Qing must be mistaken. You mean Consort Yin Huan, Xi Le, right?" Li Huaibei shook his head and said, "No, it's Wei You Nan." Prince Wei stroked his beard, suspiciously ordering someone to fetch the First Madam. The First Madam entered the hall with a radiant smile, bowed to Prince Qing, and said with a beaming smile, "Are you asking about Xi Le?" Prince Wei waved his hand and said, "No, it's... it's You Nan. You Nan, do you know her?" Upon hearing this, the First Madam's smile froze instantly. How could it be that girl, You Nan? The First Madam, feeling somewhat embarrassed, said, "Your Highness Prince Qing must have made a mistake. You Nan is just a servant in the manor." "A servant?" The question came from Prince Wei. He thought that if You Nan were truly just a servant, how could she possibly share his surname, Wei?

Prince Wei ordered, "Go, bring this girl, You Nan, up here." ======= The people in the back courtyard exchanged bewildered glances upon hearing that the person summoned to the front hall wasn't Wei Xi Le but Wei You Nan. Wei You Nan was also puzzled. She suddenly worried that it was because she had bumped into Li Huai Bei's arms the previous night, and Li Huai Bei had complained to the master that she had talked back to him, now summoning her to the main hall to receive punishment.

Wei Xi Le, on the other hand, was furious. What was Wei You Nan? Just the child of a dead concubine, so small, with only a pair of eyes visible on her tiny face, as if they hadn't even opened yet. She glared at Wei Younan and asked, "What do you want her for?" The servant who came to deliver the message hurriedly replied, "Master sent someone to summon her." Wei Xile had no choice but to give up and watched as Wei Younan was led to the front hall.

Upon arriving at the front hall, Prince Wei saw Wei Younan's face clearly and finally managed to find some trace of her in his increasingly deteriorating memory. "So she's Hui Niang's child. How could you call her a servant?" Prince Wei glared at the First Madam.

The First Madam was already unhappy that her prize had slipped away, so she didn't say anything, her lips tightly pursed.

Wei Younan bowed in front of the hall and secretly glanced up at Li Huaibei sitting to the side. Li Huaibei happened to be looking down at her as well, which startled Wei Younan, who hurriedly looked away.

Li Huaibei said, "Prince Wei, I'm sure I haven't mistaken you for someone else."

Prince Qing's betrothal gifts began to be sent to Prince Wei's residence, filling a long row in the front hall. Wei Younan was embroidering a quilt cover in her boudoir. This quilt cover was originally meant for her eldest sister, but now she was getting married before her. Even now, Wei Younan couldn't believe it was real; she always felt it was just a dream, and that when she opened her eyes, she would find that all her expectations had been in vain.

Her wet nurse was still sewing nearby, now beaming with pride. "You didn't see the First Madam's face," she said, "her nose was practically crooked with anger! Younan, you're really something, managing to marry Prince Qing. It's truly a blessing from your ancestors!" Wei Younan didn't reply. Since the marriage was arranged, the First Madam hadn't assigned her any hard tasks, saying that if she had any scars or cuts, Prince Qing would come after her. Wei Younan guessed that Li Huaibei had probably whispered something to the Prince.

Although Wei Xile was extremely worried, it wouldn't look good if she, as the older sister, didn't help her younger sister get married. So, she would visit Wei Younan every few days and embroider a few stitches for her.

Wei Xile often said that Li Huaibei had a bad reputation on the streets, and no decent girl wanted to marry him, so he married you. She warned you not to be arrogant when you got there, lest you upset him and he throw you into a pot to boil into soup.

Hearing Wei Xile say this about Li Huaibei, Wei Younan was immediately unhappy. She believed that Li Huaibei wasn't that kind of person; he was a good person. You could tell just by looking at his eyes—such clean and clear eyes couldn't belong to someone with a dirty heart. At this moment, Wei Younan would bite off the thread and mutter, "His Highness Prince Qing isn't that kind of person." Wei Xile would snort and say, "You haven't married him yet, how do you know?" The wedding day drew closer, and during this time, Li Huaibei didn't come once more, only sending someone every few days to arrange things for the wedding day. Three days later, Wei Younan was carried in a bridal sedan chair to the Prince Qing's residence.

The sedan chair swayed violently, and Wei Younan felt unwell as she stepped down. She hadn't eaten anything since morning, and the heavy headdress weighing several dozen kilograms made her dizzy.

Just then, a hand grasped hers, allowing her to lean her weight on it. Wei Younan felt that the hand was large and thick, enveloping her and giving her a sense of security. Her fear began to subside. Guided by the large hand, she completed the wedding ceremony and was then escorted back to the bridal chamber by another group of people.

When those hands left hers, Wei Younan reluctantly turned back. The gauze on her head prevented her from seeing anything, but she clearly heard a voice in her ear saying, "It's alright, I'll be there soon." Wei Younan sat upright in the bridal chamber, feeling as if she had waited for a very long time. But when footsteps sounded outside the door, she felt as if she hadn't waited that long at all.

Li Huaibei walked in, reeking of alcohol. Instead of using a carrying pole, he directly reached out and lifted the gauze from Wei Younan's head. Wei Younan looked up in surprise. Their eyes met, and Li Huaibei gently lifted her chin, asking, "Are you afraid of me?" Wei Younan hesitated for a moment, then shook her head blankly.

Li Huaibei smiled, his smile making his eyes sparkle like starlight. "Really not afraid?" Wei Younan looked at Li Huaibei's face, confused and bewildered. Why would someone like him choose to marry her?

"What are you thinking about?" Li Huaibei noticed Wei Younan's distraction and gently pressed her gaze towards him.

Wei Younan shook her head, refusing to speak.Li Huaibei smiled, seemingly already guessing the answer. "How old are you?" "Sixteen next month." "Just turned fifteen, still too young." Li Huaibei murmured. Wei Younan didn't understand what "too young" meant. She stared wide-eyed as Li Huaibei flicked out the bright red candle flame beside him, then lay down on the bed fully clothed, saying, "Sleep." ================================================================= Finally, I can drive! So happy! Li Huaibei had a dream, this scene repeatedly appearing in his dreams.

He dreamt he stood on a desolate desert, spear in hand, crimson blood dripping from the silver blade of his spear onto the wasteland. The wasteland swallowed the blood, softening, and a pale hand emerged from the earth, grabbing Li Huaibei's ankle.

Then he awoke, like a drowning man surfacing from a deep pool, gasping for air. Li Huaibei raised his hand to wipe his forehead; he didn't know when, but his thin clothes were already soaked with sweat.

A soft, warm body rose from beside Li Huaibei. Wei Younan yawned sleepily, her hands resting on Li Huaibei's chest, and murmured dreamily, "What's wrong? Had a nightmare?" Li Huaibei reached out and squeezed the soft hand on his chest, saying, "Nothing." Wei Younan blinked, lowered her head, and leaned on Li Huaibei's shoulder, whispering, "It's alright, it was just a dream." After saying that, Younan fell silent, presumably having fallen asleep again.

Li Huaibei pulled Wei Younan into his arms, and by the moonlight from the window, carefully examined the youthful face of his newlywed wife. Her cheeks were soft and yielding, and two long, dark eyelashes covered her bright, dark eyes. Although You Nan's eyes were closed, Li Huaibei remembered the brilliance in them—a light that could eclipse the starry night sky, full of expectation and deep affection. Li Huaibei didn't believe in love at first sight, but for those eyes, he wanted to marry her, because he didn't want anyone else to be in those eyes.

Wei You Nan shifted in Li Huaibei's arms, her small mouth exhaling softly, her warm breath brushing against Li Huaibei's collarbone, making him shiver in the sweltering early autumn heat.

Li Huaibei reached out a hand, his thumb gently kneading the two red lips. "Mmm..." Wei Younan was awakened by the unbearable touch. She slightly opened one eye and mumbled, "Your Highness..." "What do you want?" Li Huaibei's other hand also became unruly, sliding down Wei Younan's waist and buttocks along her soft curves. Through her wedding dress, he pinched a small buttock. "Ah..." Wei Younan groaned softly and asked somewhat aggrievedly, "Your Highness, why are you spanking Younan's bottom?" "Don't you like it when I do this?" Li Huaibei sucked on one of Younan's small earlobes, circling it with his tongue, then sucking it into his mouth, making the small earlobe wet, before slowly spitting it out.

The slight touch inside her ear and the fiery sensation moving between her buttocks made Wei Younan's soft body stiffen. She bit her lip and said timidly, "I like it... but why does Your Highness spank Younan's bottom? Did Younan do something wrong?" When the First Madam and the wet nurse were angry, they would also spank Younan. Usually, they would pick up a bamboo stick and whip it hard across Younan's back, then coldly shout, "Little brat, do you know what you did wrong?" The thinner the bamboo stick, the more painful it was. Usually, one stroke would leave a bloody gash on Younan's tender skin. At this time, Younan would kneel on the ground and beg, "I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong..." Li Huaibei's kneading of her buttocks was not so rough, somewhere between caressing and slapping, just right to stir up the emptiness in Wei Younan's heart. Wei Younan bit her lip. She didn't want to be disliked by Li Huaibei on her first day of marriage. She shrank back in fear and looked at Li Huaibei with her round eyes.

"I'm not punishing you," Li Huaibei replied softly, his large hand beginning to grasp the neglected buttocks. "I'm liking you." "Mmm..." You Nan trembled, saying in a trembling voice, "If you like me, why are you spanking me?" "It's called affection." Li Huaibei slapped Wei You Nan's small buttocks. Her buttocks were soft and fleshy, yet pert upwards, bouncing with each slap, creating a wave of erotic flesh.

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How could I possibly let her go? Hehehehe.

Her white bottom immediately turned bright red. Wei Younan bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes. "Ugh...it hurts, it hurts." Li Huaibei's hands, which had been kneading her buttocks, slowly moved upwards, finally stopping at Wei Younan's soft waist. He grasped her waist with both hands, pulling her limp body towards his chest, and said, "Now that the pain is over, it's time for love." He lowered his head and kissed her still slightly trembling lips.

Her lips were as soft as Li Huaibei had imagined, like flower petals brushing against his face in the spring breeze, carrying a hint of fragrance. He gently sucked on them, like a drunkard encountering a fine vintage wine, greedy and frenzied.

He was no longer satisfied. His nimble tongue gently pried open her inexperienced lips, probing into her mouth, slowly intertwining with her delicate tongue. The pressure gradually increased. His hands moved from Younan's waist to her neck, his palms applying slight pressure, pressing her tightly against his chest, the two protruding nipples rubbing against him rhythmically.

His nimble tongue suckled at hers, saliva slowly trickling from the corners of You Nan's mouth. Her starry eyes were hazy, unaware of her surroundings, slowly immersing herself in this sea of tenderness. Yet, her heart yearned for more. She didn't know what she wanted, but she simply desired it. Her soft, alabaster breasts involuntarily undulated. You Nan reached out and gently wrapped her arms around Li Huaibei's neck, letting out soft, cat-like moans.

Li Huaibei was moved by You Nan's awkward initiative. He slowly ended the long, deep kiss, looking directly into You Nan's hazy eyes, and asked, "Do you like it?" You Nan nodded, her body unconsciously twisting and rubbing against Li Huaibei's hard chest. She felt she was craving something, but she didn't know what it was, only that the man before her would find a way to quench her thirst. "I like it... um... I like it," You Nan gasped.

"This is called a kiss."

"A kiss?"

"Yes, this little mouth, only I can kiss it, remember?" Li Huaibei leaned closer and kissed Wei Younan's lips, which were glistening with moisture from the kiss.

"Only you..."

"Only me what?" Li Huaibei asked.

"Only you kiss me." Wei Younan whispered, her voice growing softer and softer until it was like a mosquito buzzing. But Li Huaibei heard every word clearly, and he was very satisfied with the answer. He knew that this little person was his, from head to toe.

Through the soft fabric of the wedding dress, Li Huaibei's large hands covered Younan's two full and round breasts. His large hands slowly kneaded them, and the hard, cherry-like nipples stood erect in Li Huaibei's palm through the fabric, seemingly waiting for him to pluck them.

With a "whoosh," the fiery red wedding dress was torn open, revealing snow-white skin beneath. Two round, erect breasts sprang forth, their two rosy nipples tracing the most alluring curves with each bounce. Li Huaibei cupped these breasts in his hands, letting out a low moan, and bent down to bite the erect nipples.

Yi Xiu's large hands kneaded and rubbed the heavy breasts, their rounded curves deformed in his grasp. His tongue licked the rosy nipples, gently sucking and biting, teasing the beauty until she moaned softly.The friction between her teeth brought a sharp, unbearable pain, and a strange emptiness rose from beneath Wei Younan. She couldn't help but let out a groan, "Ugh..." "What's wrong?" Li Huaibei suddenly released the nipple he had been sucking, looking at Younan with a wicked smile. "Ugh..." Younan blinked her bright eyes, her voice hoarse, "Ugh, Your Highness, I feel so uncomfortable..." "Where does it hurt? I'll rub it for you." Wei Younan twisted her waist, gently biting her lower lip with her pearly teeth, and another soft moan escaped her lips uncontrollably, "Ugh... Your Highness, I feel so uncomfortable here..." She mustered her courage and grasped one of her neglected breasts, looking pitifully at Li Huaibei. Li Huaibei chuckled and said, "Alright, I'll make you feel good right now." He then grabbed one breast in each hand and began to knead them vigorously. The firm, cherry-like nipples peeked out from between his fingers. Li Huaibei brought the breasts together and took both red nipples into his mouth, kissing and biting them. The breasts quickly became red and swollen from this play. (The End )

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