【Exquisite and Pleasant】

" Huan'er
, open your eyes. You are Empress Chenghuan, and you must be pleased with me..." The man whispered in my ear, gently licking

my earlobe.
Knowing who was behind this, a sweet smile involuntarily curved my lips. I nestled against his

chest, ticklishly rubbing against him, and let out soft moans like a kitten. I clearly heard the man inhale.
"You're such a vixen." The man's voice was deep, as if emanating from his chest.
He forcefully turned me around, kissing my back, moving downwards, down my waist, legs,

inner thighs, until he reached my private parts. I gently pressed my hand to my lips, but still couldn't help but moan,

"Mmm... Ahh..."
The petals bloomed on his tongue, revealing the lonely clitoris trembling incessantly, nectar flowing out, and I

could even hear him swallowing.
Unable to control the trembling in my body, unable to suppress the tingling sensation in my heart, I begged for mercy, "No...please

...Brother Yi...no...um...um..."
He gently covered my back, turned his head to kiss my lips, and forcefully thrust his tongue into my mouth,

pushing in a lot of viscous fluid along with it.
"Baby, how do you taste? Isn't it sweet?" he said with a deep laugh. "I

love , it's my poison, I'm addicted..." His magnetic low voice melted in my ears,

flowing all the way to my heart...
I opened my half-closed eyes and looked at him seductively. "Then I'm willing to let you eat me forever...ah..."

Before I could finish speaking, he impulsively spread my legs and forcefully squeezed in. The sudden entry filled me

completely, making me scream involuntarily.
"You're mine, you're mine..." he roared as he thrust into my body.
The enormous male sword relentlessly rubbed against the sensitive inner walls of my body. My flower-like opening contracted

and resisted incessantly. Sweet nectar soaked his sword, flowing out of my opening and sticking stickily to my legs.
I moaned incessantly, my voice growing louder and louder, "Mmm...mmm...ah...ah..." His hands

encircled my breasts, kneading them forcefully.
"Brother Yi...Yi...ah...no...gently...gently...ah..." He

slightly lifted my upper body, making it easier for him to increase the pressure of his kneading. I shook my head helplessly, the unreleased pleasure making me

scream.
"So tight...so tight...twist a little more, you slutty little vixen!" the man growled tyrannically.

His hands twisted my breasts with a force that seemed to break them, squeezing my nipples hard.
My lower abdomen swelled and bulged, and a powerful, terrifying orgasm quickly swept over me, making my whole body tremble

and go numb. My lower body's flower-like opening sucked at his sword even more vigorously. I could clearly feel his huge member

swelling again inside me, so hard it felt like it was going to break me, so hot it felt like it was going to burn me...
Finally, I cried out and fainted in the throes of orgasm. I knew he wasn't satisfied yet; he would

play with me until I was almost broken before he would finally hold me and fall asleep.
For me, what was unbearable about our lovemaking wasn't his roughness, but the pleasure he gave me that I simply

couldn't handle. He said it was because I lacked training, and he would "focus" on training me. I retorted

by biting his shoulder and calling him a righteously righteous "big, lecherous wolf!" As a result, I was

"focused" on training again...
Anyway, this life is

the life I've longed for since I was a child, yet one I once thought I could never have.
I love him, I've loved him since I was very young. It's a love that hurts so much, a love that's so exhausting. I asked myself if I could stop loving him,

but he forcefully grabbed me and said, "No!" He wouldn't allow me not to love him, because he loves me.
He loves me… then all the suffering I endured doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that he loves me…
(Chapter Two)
I used to wonder, if I were Yang Yi, would he even glance at me…
The setting sun, the fiery red clouds ignited the sky. A gentle breeze rustled the willows, cherry blossoms bloomed, and lovers

whispered sweet nothings under the trees. I, it was in such a warm and romantic moment, that I came into this world—the apple of the eye of

the Prince of Wuling .
The phrase "apple of the eye" truly embodies me perfectly. Although I can't remember

anything from when I was an infant, since I can remember, my life has been filled with happiness.
My father, the Prince of Wuling of the Shuntian Dynasty, was a distant relative of the current

emperor was his title of God of War and his million elite troops and ten thousand personal guards.
My father had a son late in life. According to my wet nurse, when I was born, my forty-year-old father shed his

first tear, and the banquet in our mansion lasted for a full month. He even invited all the scholars in the city to search through ancient and modern books for my

name , and even sent out invitations to many heroes. This long and large-scale

activity finally displeased the emperor, who ultimately decided to name me Linglong. And this happened

a year .
My upbringing was smooth, which is understandable. I had twelve maids of various sizes at my beck and call, and nearly thirty personal guards of varying

heights to command. My father always gave me the best. Outsiders might not know, but

everyone in the Prince's mansion knew that the true "ruler" was the spoiled little princess:

She disliked meat, so the Prince ordered the cooks to prepare it in countless ways; she disliked studying, so the Prince

coaxed her to learn a little each day; she disliked her father's daily court sessions leaving

him no time for her, so the Prince simply skipped court, ignoring the Emperor's warnings, prioritizing his daughter's needs. Ultimately, the old Emperor had no choice

but to devise a foolproof plan.
Many in the mansion considered me a little devil because of my willfulness and capriciousness, but they never

noticed how lonely I was. I grew up in the Prince's mansion, surrounded by almost no children my age. Even

the few who were my age were servants' children, forbidden to play with me. I bully the maidservants, am picky about food,

and don't study every day just hoping to get more attention from my father and have him spend more time with me. But this

small humble wish is seen by others as nothing more than my willful and unruly behavior.
That winter, I suddenly welcomed my first friend—Shun Tianyi. But at that time, I didn't know that this boy would become my everything, all my love, and all my pain
in the future … (Chapter 3 of Linglong 　　) In the winter of the forty-third year of Shuntian, I was six years old. 　　I remember that winter was so cold. Every morning, no matter how my nanny called me to get up, I would stubbornly wrap myself tightly in the quilt. Although the underfloor heating in the house was very warm, and my father had even specially instructed the servants to add more firewood to the stove, I still preferred to stay in bed, wrapped in the soft, warm cashmere quilt, only my round little head peeking out, looking around. I would see my nanny, with a stern face, loudly scolding the maids for bringing clothes and towels, then immediately turn to me with a fawning smile, gently coaxing me to get up. I, however, would stubbornly pout and turn , ignoring her no matter how much she pleaded, remaining silent and motionless. Her expression was always quite interesting at this point, showing embarrassment, helplessness, and disgust, but mostly groveling. After nearly an hour of trying to coax me to no avail, my reluctance to get out of bed was finally reported to Father. 　　Seeing Father walking anxiously towards me, I almost jumped out of bed with joy. 　　Father walked to the bedside, picked me up, and placed his warm, broad hand on my forehead. "What's wrong , Long'er? Granny said you wouldn't get up. Are you feeling unwell?" Father's voice always seemed , deep and resonant. 　　"Hmm. Daddy, Long'er isn't feeling well, Daddy, please stay with Long'er..." 　　If I were to say what I was best at at six years old, it would definitely be acting cute. Every time I did something wrong, as long as I tugged at Daddy's sleeve, pouted, and looked at him with eyes wide open, filled with regret, this prince, who was serious and cold in other people's eyes, would eventually pick me up and comfort me, telling me not to cry... 　　Just like now, Daddy held me in his arms and gently rocked me. "What should we do? Our little princess isn't feeling well, let Daddy think of something to do." As he spoke, Daddy lowered his head and smiled gently at me. 　　Although Daddy was a military general, in addition to the perseverance, might, and ruggedness that a soldier should possess, he also had a touch of scholarly air about him. Father doesn't smile often, nor is he the type to show his emotions on his face. Therefore, outsiders often perceive him as serious or cold. But when he's with me, he's always gentle and careful , as if I were his precious treasure, afraid of hurting or frightening me. 　　"How about I find Long'er a playmate?" Father asked cautiously. 　　I looked at Father with wide, curious eyes. This was the first time he'd mentioned finding me a playmate. I grinned from ear to ear, nodding hastily. 　　Great! I'll have a friend now… 　　Looking up at the handsome older brother before me, my innocent little head couldn't comprehend how a boy could be so beautiful. His perfect features, delicate skin, dashing short hair, tall figure , and innate noble air made me feel inferior for the first time. 　　Looking down at myself, I was bundled up like a dumpling by the nannies because of the cold weather. And I myself have short, chubby arms and legs, and oh yes, a round, chubby face… Ugh, why can't I be as pretty as him, or even as pretty as Daddy? I pouted and thought unhappily. 　　“Long’er, this is Shun Tianyi. You should call him Brother Yi.” Daddy interrupted my self-pity, took my chubby little hand, and led me to the handsome brother, speaking earnestly. 　　“You're Long’er? So cute.” Shun Tianyi smiled at me warmly, so gentle and refined. 　　For a moment, I felt as if I were surrounded by sunshine. 　　Looking up at him, he was so tall, almost two heads taller than me. 　　I slowly raised the corners of my mouth and smiled sweetly at him, “Hello, Brother Yi.” 　　Perhaps my voice was too loud, because he visibly paused for a moment, then smiled gently . 　　And that's how we met. (Chapter Four: 　　What I want to say: First impressions are often deceiving!) 　　Looking at this beautiful "big rock" in front of me, I really couldn't understand why I had initially thought he was so sunny and gentle. 　　Shun Tianyi sat upright in the courtyard, engrossed in reading a book. I leaned against the stone table in front of , looking at him from left to right. I'd known him for seven days, which was quite a long time—long enough that I knew he was the fourth prince of the Shuntian Dynasty, long enough that I knew he was 11 years old, five years older than me, long enough that I knew he didn't like to talk, long enough that I knew he didn't like to smile, long enough that I knew he didn't like being complimented on his looks, long enough that I knew he loved books far more than he loved me… really! Ever since the first time I met him , after he smiled at me a few times in front of my father, he had never smiled at me in private. And our conversations were even rarer, like this: "What are you looking at?" he suddenly interrupted my reverie, asking coldly without looking up. 　　I looked at him cautiously. A little aggrieved, I asked, "Don't you like me?" 　　"No," he replied simply, without even looking up. 　　"Then, seeing me every day, don't you get annoyed?" For some reason, I always felt afraid of him , a feeling I'd never had even with my father. But every time I faced him and spoke to him, I was so afraid of upsetting him, and I so wished he would say a few words to me. 　　"No," he replied, turning a page of his book with his usual indifferent tone. 　　"So, you don't hate me, it's just your personality, right?" I suddenly felt very happy. Although he wasn't looking at me, I still gave him a sweet smile and gestured excitedly, "You know what? I didn't linger in bed this morning; I secretly threw away the vegetables at breakfast, and even the nanny didn't notice; I accidentally spilled Father's ink in the study, and when Father asked me, I said it was the kitten, and he actually guessed that I was the kitten! Isn't Father amazing? How did he know I spilled the ink?... Oh, right, I practiced calligraphy, and the teacher praised me..."

I jumped and skipped around in front of Brother Yi, rambling on about all sorts of random things: how I bullied

the little maid, how Father caught me doing something naughty, my own embarrassing moments, my proudest moments…
Shun Tianyi was engrossed in his book, the sound of pages turning filling the air. I didn't care whether he was listening or not

, and kept talking on and on. Sometimes I'd wave my little

fist , and sometimes I'd laugh without a care in the world when I was happy. Of course, I'd also sometimes force Brother Yi to share

his own opinions. Only then, when he got impatient with my nagging, would he finally pull his head out of the book and give me

a few . But even those few words he casually quipped often made me incredibly happy.
When the sun was casting its last rays in the courtyard, Brother Yi would always

wake up . I knew he was going back to the palace.
All my joy vanished in an instant. I lowered my head, then raised it again, looking at him timidly, and asked

softly , "Brother Yi, would you like to stay for dinner at the Prince's Mansion?"
"No."
He stood up, and I quickly stood beside him, watching him as he turned to leave without looking back. I lowered my head,

disliking the bitter taste in my heart.
"By the way, starting tomorrow, I will come to the Prince's Mansion to study with you."
He suddenly turned and said this, then turned and strode away.
I stared blankly at his departing figure. He just said... I desperately tried to send

his words through my brain, but it wasn't until I could no longer see him that I realized—starting tomorrow, we might

be spending all our time together!
In that instant, I felt "the sun shining brightly"...
??????????????????????????? Chapter Five (Sweet)
As dawn broke, I had already bathed, dressed, and put on my clothes under the care of the nanny. Strangely enough,

ever since Brother Yi started coming to the Prince's Mansion to keep me company every day, I've surprisingly stopped sleeping in. I even go out of my way

to wash and dress up, or pester the nanny to make me new clothes...
Although it's the dead of winter outside, the roaring fire inside warms the walls. Fresh from

my bath , I wore a white silk undershirt, my soft, long hair cascading over my shoulders. Barefoot, I walked

on the mink carpet my father had specially laid out for me, my toes lightly tracing circles.
Xi'er came over and draped a bright red mink coat over my shoulders. The coat was so long it covered me

completely only my chubby little feet showing. Xi'er went to the window and gently pushed it open, and I suddenly realized

it was snowing outside.
I ran to the window, looking up at the soft, crystalline snowflakes slowly drifting down from the sky, filling the entire

window , the entire sky, the entire world…
I turned around and ran without hesitation, pushing open the door and stepping barefoot into the world of snow. Stepping

on the soft snow, feeling its coolness as it slowly melted beneath my feet, I reached out to catch the falling snow,

but it vanished the instant it touched my palm, leaving only a slightly damp coolness. I stretched out my arms and happily

twirled in the snow.
“Granny, Xi’er, look how beautiful it is! Ah…” My joyful

shouts, meant to boast to Granny and Xi’er, turned into screams as I suddenly lost my balance. I reflexively reached out my arms, only to find myself wrapped around a

man’s neck.
Looking at the face gradually enlarging before me, at those features as perfect as I remembered, I stammered,

“Brother Yi…”
Brother Yi looked down at me, his lips pursed, his brows slightly furrowed. Like a child

caught doing something wrong, I cowered in his arms, letting him carry me into the house.
He sat on the soft couch, gently settling me in his lap. He took out a handkerchief and tenderly wiped away

the water and snowflakes from my slightly reddened, frozen feet. Then he held my feet in his hands, as if trying

to warm them. His hands were large enough to completely envelop my feet. They were warm, and I could

clearly feel the warmth seeping into my skin. My feet, my heart, and

my face all felt so hot.
"Who let the princess run out barefoot like this?" he asked coldly, looking at my maids.

His voice was colder than I had ever heard before, a stark contrast to the warmth of his hands.
"We deserve to die...we deserve to die..." the maids stammered, kneeling and begging for forgiveness, their faces filled with terror. I,

however, huddled in his arms, not daring to utter a sound.
"So careless! If the princess falls ill, who among you can bear the responsibility?" His voice remained stern

and cold, frightening the maids into kowtowing repeatedly.
"Guards!"
I glanced at the maids who were nearly crying and gently tugged at Yi-gege's sleeve.
"Yi-gege, don't be angry. It's Long'er's fault. Long'er was playing and ran away. Please don't blame Xi'er

and the others, okay?" I looked at Yi-gege pitifully, using my usual coquettish tone,

and sure enough, Yi-gege's brows stopped furrowing.
"All of you, leave!" Yi-gege waved his hand, and the maids hurriedly kowtowed in gratitude and quickly retreated.
When I came to my senses, only Yi-gege and I remained in the room, and I was lying in Yi-

gege's arms, his hand holding my foot. I lowered my head helplessly, leaning against Yi-gege's chest,

awaiting his judgment.
Through my cotton coat, I could hear Brother Yi's heartbeat, one, two, three... I silently counted

his heartbeats.
"Long'er..."
"Oh." I shrank back, afraid he would scold me.
He seemed to sigh softly and said, "Never mind."
(Linglong Chapter Six)
Just as Father said, Brother Yi was my playmate. My childhood was spent in Brother Yi's daily "

cold " companionship. However, it was more like I accompanied him than him. He was almost

indifferent to a certain extent. Except for a few longer sentences when the teacher asked questions, his words were

almost entirely monosyllabic. In contrast, I would chatter incessantly around him every day, talking about this and that, right

and wrong, anything I could think of. He never showed impatience, but he also never encouraged me.

Encouraged, I persevered, but I still believed it was Yi-gege's good fortune to know me; otherwise, he would have been

bored to death.
Spring turned to autumn, and five years slipped by quietly amidst his "indifference" and my "enthusiasm."

At 16, Yi-gege had shed his childhood naiveté; his once round face had developed definition, and his once fair skin

had turned a light bronze. No one would think he was handsome anymore, because he was now truly

a dashing prince. And I, at 11, had finally shed my babyish voice and begun to exude

the air . Although I had shed my former short, stubby arms and legs, I was still more than a head shorter than Yi-gege;

I always had to stand on tiptoe to barely reach his shoulder.
Yi-gege became busy; he no longer accompanied me to study, and I could only see him every few days

. For some reason, Yi-gege seemed particularly busy lately, and even my father was

often nowhere to be seen. Being alone in the vast palace always felt unbearable.
It was an afternoon when my nanny woke me from my nap and carefully dressed me, saying she was taking me

to meet an older sister.
"So...beautiful..." That was my first reaction upon seeing Yang Yi. Although I

hadn't seen many girls my age at 11, I already had a basic understanding of "beauty." The older sister before me had

narrow, almond-shaped eyes, a perfect oval face, alabaster skin, and a slender, graceful figure, truly

showing me what a perfect girl was.
Driven by my instinctive pursuit of beauty, I fell in love with this older sister at first sight.
Her name was Yang Yi, the youngest daughter of the current Prime Minister Yang Fan, two years older than me. This time, Prime Minister Yang came to visit

my father, and knowing he had a beloved daughter, he brought her along.
Sitting by the pond in the garden, I pointed out the goldfish I kept to Yang Yi, who simply smiled

and looked at me without saying a word. She truly was a lady of high birth, a fact I had to admit even when she tried to kill me later.

From the very first day I met her, she was always dignified and cautious. In comparison,

I was far inferior: I loved climbing up and down, stealing snacks from the kitchen, and constantly pestering Brother Yi...

Yes! Every time I saw her, I would inexplicably think of Brother Yi...
From then on, Yang Yi often came to visit me, and her presence made me

less . We got along very well; she was like an older sister, tolerating all my mischief

and chatting happily with me.
But then, suddenly, Yang Yi stopped coming to the Prince's Mansion. I asked my father about it, and he said that

something might have happened at the Prime Minister Yang's house. I was very worried, but there was nothing I could do to help.
When Yang Yi came to the Prince's Mansion again, I almost threw myself at her in excitement.
"Sister Yang, what happened? Why haven't you come to play with Long'er?"
Yang Yi pulled me to sit on the stone bench. Her face looked a little worried. She said softly, "Nothing,

it's just that Mother hasn't been feeling well lately, and I'm very worried."
I looked at her profile and asked curiously, "Sister Yang, what is Mother?"
She turned her head and looked at me in surprise, as if I were some kind of monster. I smiled brightly at her, but she

tilted her head slightly and frowned...
(Chapter Seven of Linglong)
Brother Yi found me behind a large rock by the pond in the garden.
He was clearly slightly startled when he saw me.
I curled up like a small animal, burying my face between my knees, my shoulders trembling uncontrollably.
He frowned slightly, walked over and sat beside me, forcefully pulling me into his arms.
Feeling the warmth of his embrace, I cried even louder. Brother Yi remained silent, simply holding

me tightly, letting my tears and snot stain his white dragon-embroidered coat.
When I finally calmed down, I was still too sad to lift my head from Brother Yi's embrace. He

held me with one arm and gently stroked my long hair with the other, as if I were his precious treasure.
"Brother Yi, don't you think I'm so foolish? Eleven years, and I didn't even know I had a mother,

I actually... I actually never thought about where I came from... I..." My nasal

sobs escaped from Brother Yi's chest, as if I were about to burst into tears again.
Brother Yi stopped stroking my hair, thought for a moment, and then said softly, "Long'er still has Father,

and Granny, and Xi'er..."
I quickly lifted my head from his embrace, ignoring my red eyes and tear-streaked face, and looked into

Brother Yi's eyes, asking, "And what about Brother Yi? Will Brother Yi always be with Long'er?"
He looked directly into my eyes, and at that moment I saw myself in his eyes—that

small, ugly, crying self, curled up in his arms, yet complete.
"Yes. I will."
I forced a huge smile, then buried my head in his chest again,

hugging .
"Brother Yi, do you... know my mother?" I asked calmly, my voice no longer choked with sobs.
"I've only heard she was a very beautiful woman," Brother Yi said softly.
"Is she... dead?" I asked carefully in a soft voice.
Brother Yi didn't speak, but only tightened his arms around me.
"Your father must love her very much, otherwise how could such a large palace not even have a concubine?"
I stopped speaking, my mind a jumble. I truly didn't know how to

feel I couldn't imagine her face, I couldn't imagine her voice. Would she pamper me like my father

did? Would she lull me to sleep every night like the old nanny? Did my father really love her? Why…why has no one

in ever mentioned her? Why has no one ever mentioned her to me, ever spoken of her…why…?
Suddenly, Brother Yi lifted my head, looking into my half-tearful eyes. His lips slowly pressed against

mine. I opened my eyes wide, bewildered. He deepened the kiss, licking my lips incessantly,

feeling the soft, tingling sensation. I involuntarily closed my eyes. I could clearly feel him

forcefully prying open my teeth with his tongue, teasing my tongue, sliding over my neat teeth, possessing my mouth…

Every inch. Unable to swallow, saliva uncontrollably slid from the corner of my mouth, forming a glistening silver thread.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment. I forgot my sorrow, only able to continuously feel the strange

sensations , to feel his invasion.
I don't know how much time passed, until he finally left my lips. "Breathe!"
I looked up at him in confusion, only to suddenly realize that I had forgotten to breathe. I pressed my head against his chest,

breathing in fresh air deeply, my face already flushed and burning hot.
Brother Yi chuckled softly, then lowered his head to kiss my cheek, the delicate, lingering kisses leading to behind my ear.

He gently nibbled my earlobe. "Little darling, remember to breathe when I kiss you..."
His voice was no longer its usual calm and gentle tone; it had become strangely sinister.
I buried myself in his arms, refusing to lift my head, which only made him laugh out loud.
"Long'er, forget what you should forget, I want you to be happy."
His gentle words were like a breeze sweeping over my heart, taking away all my gloom. I should be

content, I already have so much...
I nodded gently in his arms...
I haven't mentioned Mother to Father, I think... I don't need anything anymore... I already have so much love

.
(Chapter 8 of Linglong - H)
I woke up in the morning with a flushed face, and shyly buried my head in the silk quilt. Ugh!

What ?! Ever since Brother Yi suddenly kissed me by the pond last time, I've been like a ghost, constantly dreaming about him

doing *that* to me! Ugh! But... I miss Brother Yi so much. It's been three

whole , I don't know how he's doing, or if he misses me.
"Miss, what's wrong with you? One minute you're shy, the next you're pouting, are you missing the Fourth Prince?"

Xi'er teased as she brought in the water for washing.
"Ugh! Xi'er, you're making fun of me! Humph! I'm not getting up,

let's see if Granny scolds you later." I threatened her defiantly.
Xi'er looked at me, blinked, and completely ignored my threat.
"Miss, are you really not getting up? Xi'er heard from the Prince that the Fourth Prince is coming back today..."
Before Xi'er could finish speaking, I had already jumped up and started dressing. "You annoying Xi'er! Why

didn't ! Has Brother Yi arrived? Where is he?"
Xi'er covered her mouth with her sleeve and chuckled secretly, then calmly came over to help me change. "Miss, don't

worry , the Fourth Prince is talking to the Prince. We won't bother you. Xi'er will definitely make you look beautiful and

seduce the Fourth Prince."
"Xi'er...you!" I lowered my head shyly, feeling my face burning.
Hearing from the servants that Brother Yi was in the pavilion in the garden, I hurriedly ran over.
From afar, I saw Brother Yi, dressed in a white jade robe and blue hue, sitting in the pavilion, holding a book, just as I

remembered him—refined and serene.
When I fluttered to him like a butterfly, I was at a loss for words,

standing there awkwardly, my small hands constantly tugging at the wrinkles in my skirt.
He raised his handsome eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned upwards. He looked up at me and smiled faintly,

"What's wrong, Long'er?"
His words only made my face turn crimson, and my head almost drooped to my chest.
"Ah, no...nothing, I just...oh, right, I just wanted to ask if Brother Yi was hungry.

The cook made osmanthus cake again today, it's delicious." I raised my head to hide my unease, completely unsure of

what I wanted to say.
He stood up and walked towards me, his handsome eyes fixed on me, making me lower my head again.

His approach brought me immense pressure. I don't know why, but under his relentless pressure

, I kept retreating until my back pressed against a pavilion pillar.
"Brother Yi..." My voice was barely audible.
He placed his hands on the pillar, trapping me between them, and chuckled wickedly, "Long'er looks so beautiful today. Did you

dress up especially for me?"
His appearance was so evil that I nodded shyly, not even daring to look at him.
He stroked my cheek, slowly lifting my head. His thumb brushed against my lips, and I

could clearly hear my own heartbeat.
"Long'er, do you hate me touching you?" He lowered his head and gently kissed my earlobe.
My hands gripped my skirt tightly, feeling his warm, wet tongue slide across my earlobe and down my neck.
"No..." My voice trembled and broke.
"Do you hate me doing this, or do you not want me to do this?" Brother Yi deliberately seemed to nibble on my earlobe

and gently tug at it.
"Yes...I don't hate it." I was so shy, I wished I could disappear into a crack in the ground.
He chuckled, "My good girl..." and then possessively took my lips.
It was a wild kiss, so deep, so forceful. My hands rested lightly on his chest, feeling

his tongue ravage my mouth. I was powerless to resist, and could only let him have his way.
His hands gently pulled open my clothes, and when his warm, broad hands covered my chest, I

flinched in fear. He wrapped his right arm around my waist and pulled me into his embrace, his left hand freely placed on my chest,

kneading my newly developed breasts. I sensitively felt my nipples become engorged and

hard under his caresses, pressing hard against my bodice, while his lips still possessively occupied mine.
"Ah...um..." I couldn't help but moan softly.
In the distance, Prince Wuling, dressed in a dark blue robe embroidered with dragons, stared intently at the two figures in the pavilion.

His hands, crossed behind his back, clenched into fists, then relaxed as he turned and left.
Shun Tianyi narrowed his eyes, watching Prince Wuling's departing figure, his eyes brimming with barely concealed amusement.
He finally released my lips, and I slumped to the ground, only able to wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my entire

weight into his embrace. He held me with obvious pleasure, kissing my neck and ears, his left hand slowly

moving down from my chest until it slipped inside my underpants.
I opened my eyes wide, "Brother Yi..." my soft voice sounding like a coquettish plea.
"Shh...trust me, you'll like it." Brother Yi tempted me with his deep, magnetic voice.
"But..."
"Good girl, let me taste your sweetness..."
(Chapter 9, H)
I bit my lower lip in fear, my shoulders trembling. I sensitively felt the warmth of his palm and

the wickedness of his fingers.
His hand slowly slid down, pressed against my skin, gliding over my lower abdomen, caressing my inner thighs back and forth,

ruthlessly tracing my vulva with his fingers...and then penetrating deeper...
Brother Yi rested his head against my neck, gently nibbling at my skin, his soft tongue sliding over my delicate

skin, making me tremble.
"Brother Yi...it's so strange." My face felt hot, my whole body was weak and powerless, and what was even more

embarrassing was that I felt wet down there, like I needed to urinate.
"Ah..."
The moment Yi-gege's fingers slipped into my delicate folds, I couldn't help but gasp softly, but

immediately realized, "Yi-gege, no, there... there's dirty."
Yi-gege chuckled softly in my ear, saying ambiguously, "My Long'er is the cleanest, but...

hehe, my Long'er is too passionate, she's already wet so quickly..." As he spoke, his lips lightly touched my skin,

the subtle friction giving me a feeling of something unattainable yet undeniably real. His warm breath slowly spread across my skin

, seeping into my pores and spreading throughout my entire body.
His movements were gentle, his fingers delicately and softly tracing the folds of my vulva, every corner, carrying my aroused

love juice, moving back and forth, from shallow to deep. I was lost in his gentleness, captivated by

the strange , that indescribable comfort and happiness.
"Ah... um... um... ah..." I leaned against him, clutching his clothes with both hands,

closing my eyes, unable to suppress the intermittent moans.
"Ah..."
I felt him suddenly press his hand on my clitoris, wantonly rubbing my trembling clitoris with his index and thumb.

I trembled violently, as if trying to curl up into a ball, my legs bending weakly downwards. Brother Yi had to

use his other arm to tightly hold my waist to prevent me from kneeling.
"Ah... Brother Yi... Yi... ah... um..."
Brother Yi's movements suddenly intensified, forcefully pulling and squeezing my clitoris, then quickly aiming at my vagina

and forcefully pushing his index finger in. My vagina felt the foreign object entering and instinctively

pushed against him, but this only made me feel his presence more clearly.
"Baby... you're really too small, too tight... you're such a treasure." Brother Yi's erotic words were

unclear whether he was praising me or my vagina, and I was so ashamed that I just wanted to hide myself.
Brother Yi's hand began to slowly thrust in and out of my vagina, slowly pushing open the walls of my body, and then letting

the walls close tightly after his fingers withdrew, allowing him to bring out a large amount of love fluid.
I succumbed once more to his tenderness, to the pleasure of his flesh. He gently widened my opening,

making me feel no discomfort, and he had already inserted three fingers.
Inside my opening, Yi-gege's slightly calloused fingers rubbed against my tender inner walls, a strange sensation emanating from

within , causing my moans to intensify. "Ah... um... um... Yi-gege... ah... I

like you so much..."
I blurted out incoherently, and Yi-gege seemed to sense my change, his gentle caresses

instantly turning into intense thrusting.
I closed my eyes tightly, my beautiful eyebrows furrowing, and moans

escaped my lips one after another.
"Ah...ah...ah...no more...no more...ah..."
I twisted my body as if trying to escape his abuse, but his large hands held me tightly in his arms

until the deepest pleasure in my body gushed out. "Ah..." I screamed,

tilting my head , stretching out the perfect lines of my neck, while Brother Yi lowered his head and nibbled at my neck,

leaving his mark on it.
This intense pleasure, from fierce to explosive, was something that Brother Yi's gentleness just now could not give me. I could

feel my vagina contracting violently, I could feel the large amount of nectar flowing down, I could feel my heart

pounding violently as if it were about to jump out of my chest, I could feel every inch of my skin screaming with pleasure... But in that instant,

the light of passion dazzled my mind, and it took a long time for me to regain consciousness...
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When I was finally able to steady my breathing in Brother Yi's arms, I timidly raised my head.
"Um... Brother Yi, could you... take your hand out?" After

saying I buried my face in Brother Yi's chest, blushing. I heard his hearty laughter and felt

the vibrations of his chest, which made me even more ashamed.
"If Long'er wants me to come out, shouldn't you say something nice?" Brother Yi said

mischievously .
"Brother Yi..." I whined, clinging to him.
"Don't move anymore," Brother Yi suddenly said coldly, startling me. I quickly stayed in his

arms , not daring to move, feeling extremely wronged, wondering what I had done to upset him.
His body stiffened, and his breathing deepened. After standing there for a while, seemingly enduring, his body gradually

relaxed, and his breathing became even. His fingers slowly withdrew from my vagina, feeling as if my vagina

was clinging to his fingers, a burning shyness replacing my previous grievance.
When his fingers finally left my opening, I clearly felt the dampness between his fingers, and the love fluid that immediately

overflowed and dripped onto my thighs. I shyly squeezed my legs together.
He leaned me against the pavilion pillar, lifted my head, and then raised his hands, covered in my fluid. He gently

separated his fingers, watching the viscous, glistening liquid refuse to break, forming a silvery-white line. I was so ashamed I wanted to

disappear into a crack in the ground and never see anyone again.
He wickedly leaned closer, licking his own fingers under my gaze, the viscous liquid on his...

A tempting trail of water trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"It tastes wonderful, just like my Long'er. Would you like to try some, Long'er?" He

said with a lewd smile, staring into my eyes. I was so embarrassed that I wanted to disappear, and I quickly lowered my head to my chest, which made Brother Yi

laugh again.
I don't remember how I got back to my room, nor do I remember what we did afterward. I

only vaguely remember that after he wiped his hands, he helped me get dressed, and then he held me in his arms in

the pavilion in the afternoon. We listened to the frogs croaking, felt the breeze on our faces, and

read to each other while I was like a sloth. He would occasionally lower his head to tease me, and I fell asleep in his warm and broad chest. When I woke up, it was

already the next morning.
That summer afternoon felt like a dream, a dream of a young girl. When I woke up the next day

, it took me a long time to recall whether it had truly happened or was just

a fleeting dream . When I realized what I was thinking, I buried myself under the covers in shame,

ignoring Xi'er's calls. Then, I suddenly poked my head out and asked her shyly, "Xi'er...

um... did you cleanse me yesterday?" I asked, trying to sound calm, though my face was already

burning red.
Xi'er seemed to understand, mysteriously putting her index finger to her lips. "Shh... I won't tell

the Prince ." She winked at me.
Then I completely hid under the covers, ignoring Xi'er. No matter how much she pleaded, I

was too embarrassed to come out and stayed on the bed all morning, lost in thought.
Suddenly, I remembered that my twelfth birthday was in a few days.
What birthday present should I ask Brother Yi for?
I thought sweetly.
For the past ten years or so, I've never left the palace, never even venturing out once or

twice. Whether it's an important palace celebration or a royal event, I'm never allowed to attend. Even

my birthdays have always been spent with only my father, Brother Yi, and a few servants; I've never made a fuss about it

. Because it's always been this way, there's nothing to compare me to, and I've grown accustomed to this lifestyle.
My little world has always been like this: a small world with few people, maintaining my own little happiness,

and that's enough for me.
Every year on my birthday, Brother Yi would give me a gift, and I was always content. I loved anything he gave me

. But for some reason, I started to have different expectations for this year's birthday...
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"Mmm... Ah... Brother... Ah..." I curled up in my brother's arms. His hands were mischievously

playing with my breasts. Soon, my nipples hardened under the pressure of his thumb, full like

fruits waiting to be picked, but also making me more sensitive. I could even feel

the lines .
Because the emperor ordered my father to go to the north, I was left without anyone to take care of me and was taken to the Fourth Prince's Mansion by Brother Yi.

Brother Yi was a prince. At the age of fifteen, the emperor bestowed upon him a mansion but did not grant him a title. Therefore, Brother Yi's mansion was named after his

birth order.
This afternoon, Brother Yi said he would teach me to copy Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion." In the study, I

sat Brother Yi's lap. His large right hand held my small right hand as we wrote stroke by stroke. Just as I

was shyly savoring this warm moment, he kissed the back of my neck.
"Brother Yi, no, hehe...it tickles..." I shrank my shoulders, trying to avoid his mischievous kiss.
He was unmoved, instead licking my neck all the way to my ear, whispering, "Long'er

isn't paying attention in class, you haven't been writing properly."
Hearing his criticism, I quickly gripped the pen tightly and continued to copy stroke by stroke, hoping not to notice the mischievous tongue

on my neck , but my flushed face and pounding heart betrayed my nervousness.
Brother Yi seemed to get more and more excited with the kiss. His hand slowly caressed my waist, slipped

inside the open side of my shirt, and his hot palm slid over my breasts, then tightly grasped them and began to knead them vigorously.
I was aroused by his teasing, and I could feel the wetness flowing down my panties.

I couldn't help moan, "Ah... um... um... Brother Yi... if you do this... I... I can't

write anymore." My hands were trembling, so weak that I couldn't even hold the pen.
Brother Yi chuckled, turned my head to the side, and deeply bit my lips, rubbing, twisting, and

sucking, then wantonly thrusting his tongue into my mouth, entwining it with mine. The large hands in my arms kneaded my breasts even harder, he even maliciously used his thumb and forefinger to pull my nipples outward, then pressed them hard with

his thumb . 　　Feeling the pain, I frowned slightly, "Um..." I turned to the side, pushing his body away with my small hands, trying to get his hands off my nipples. 　　"Brother... it hurts... no." I pleaded pitifully, and Brother Yi's hands began to soften again, gently stroking my nipples as if to comfort me. 　　But this seemingly insignificant caress only made me more restless. The indescribable feeling made me curl up in Brother Yi's arms, hoping for more of his favor. But Brother Yi seemed to be doing it on purpose, unwilling to satisfy . 　　"Brother Yi...don't do this, you're teasing me!" I complained, pouting. 　　"Long'er is so hard to please. Too much force doesn't work, too little and she says I'm teasing you. So what kind of 'love' does Long'er want?" Brother Yi said mischievously in my ear, emphasizing the word "love." 　　Lying in Brother Yi's arms, my unexpressed emotions made me squirm, the pen in my hand long since lost. 　　"Harder...brother...a little harder..." I pleaded coquettishly. 　　"Hehe...my Long'er is such a little vixen." 　　"I won't..." 　　Brother Yi kissed my lips again forcefully, his left hand pressing against my breast, kneading it vigorously. The intense pleasure made my whole body tremble slightly. 　　As if he wasn't satisfied, Brother Yi reached into my underwear with his right hand, found my tender clitoris, and began to gently tease it.

"Mmm...ah...um..." I moaned weakly as Yi-gege teased and kneaded me,

completely oblivious to the passage of time.
Suddenly, Yi-gege stood up, picked me up, and strode to the bed in the study, gently placing me down.
My clothes were pulled aside one by one. I was powerless to resist his magical hands, so I could only shyly cover my eyes with

my arms, pretending not to see him. Yi-gege chuckled at my adorable actions.
I was finally completely naked beneath him, like a newborn baby.
"So beautiful..." Yi-gege's voice was filled with intense lust.
"Don't look...don't look..." I got up in embarrassment and tried to cover his eyes with my hands, but he laughed and

removed them.
"Why can't I look? My Long'er is so beautiful...how can I not look?"
He leaned down and pressed me beneath him, his burning eyes sweeping over my entire body, making me feel

hot all over.
He lowered his head and took one of my nipples into his mouth, wetting it with saliva, then gently licking and sucking it with his tongue.

As if afraid of favoring one over the other, he tightly gripped my other breast with his hand, his fingers teasing my other

nipple in a wicked way.
"Brother Yi... ah... ah..." I clung to his head, unsure whether to pull him away

from my chest or press him tightly against it.
I groaned weakly, my whole body tingling and limp.
Brother Yi's other hand moved to my lower body, where it was already wet. His fingers

easily slipped inside, circling and expanding my vagina.
"Brother... it hurts..." I cried pitifully, but Brother Yi didn't loosen the expansion of my vagina;

instead, he pressed his thumb against my clitoris and rubbed it vigorously.
"Ah..." I screamed without warning. The pleasure came so suddenly and intensely that my whole body

trembled uncontrollably , my vagina began to contract desperately, and a large amount of semen gushed out, while Brother Yi's dilation movements

continued.
"Ah...ah...um...no..." I couldn't help but cry out, the excessive pleasure had exceeded

the capacity of my still-developing body.
"Baby, you're so small, what am I supposed to do with you!" Brother Yi's tone was filled with deep

regret and helplessness.
He took his hand that had been ravaging my vagina, pulled down his pants, straddled me, and began

to rub his thick, red, and huge penis, his expression a mixture of pain and pleasure.
I had no strength left in my body and could only helplessly look up at his strange movements and his expression of enjoyment

.
Suddenly, a large amount of white fluid gushed out from his penis, covering my chest and face.
He leaned over me, his hands bracing against the bed, his eyes fixed on my slightly dazed gaze

. His chest heaved as he gasped for breath.
It was a look I'd never seen before. Usually, Yi-ge's eyes were serene, a hint of elegance, a touch

of detachment, a hint of languor. But now, those piercing eyes seemed to draw me in, wild and insane.
He grinned wickedly, a chilling smile that sent a shiver down
my spine. He scooped up some white fluid from my lips with his finger, gently smearing it on my lips, then

smeared his finger with the white fluid from my chest.
"Eat it." His commanding tone and wicked, unrestrained gaze left me no choice but to submit

to .
I opened my mouth and took his finger in, licking the slightly fishy-smelling fluid. My throat moved slowly as

I carefully swallowed it.
He smiled with satisfaction at my actions, then leaned down and gently licked the corner of my lips.
"Baby, you're really too small. But it's okay, we have plenty of time..."
Brother Yi looked at me, his crazed eyes burning like a raging fire.
(Part Two of the Training - High H)
That night, in the Fourth Prince's mansion, the candlelight in the Fourth Prince's room was dim. Uncontrollable moans and sobs

echoed intermittently , stirring the heartstrings.
"Baby, have you ever seen your own little hole down there? It's so cute..."
"No...don't say...Brother Yi...don't say..."
At this moment, I was completely naked, my legs spread wide, my lower body lifted by Brother Yi and placed on his shoulders. My nipples

already radiated an alluring glow, blooming with the beauty of desire. Being played with, I shyly covered my face with

my hands , completely unsure how to face Brother Yi, who seemed like a completely different person in bed.
During the day, Brother Yi was always gently warm towards me, and his words and actions were always leisurely and carefree.

But at night, Brother Yi became incredibly domineering, always wearing a wicked smile, and saying things that made

me so ashamed I wanted to disappear into the ground.
"Why can't I say it? It's so beautiful. I've never seen such a beautiful little hole. It's so small, pink,

and this clitoris, trembling pitifully, so adorable..." Brother Yi teased my vulva with his fingers

while wickedly pounding on my fragile nerves with his words.
"Don't say it... don't..." I bury my head in the sand like an ostrich, pressing my hands to my ears and shaking my head helplessly

, which only made him laugh happily.
"Little darling, you're so cute..." he said, lowering his head and sticking out his tongue to lick my labia.
"Ah... um... um... no... Brother Yi..." Feeling his soft tongue moving in and out of my most

sensitive spot, teasing me back and forth, my aroused nectar began to flow incessantly. Brother Yi, as if

he had been thirsting for a long time, began to gulp down my nectar into his mouth. I could even hear

the sound of his throat swallowing, which made me even more sensitive. My nectar flowed incessantly, and my legs trembled weakly, as if trying to

escape this torturous lovemaking by twisting my waist slightly.
"Brother... it's so itchy... no..."
Brother Yi raised his head in dissatisfaction. "Does Long'er only feel itchy?" After saying that, he lowered his head again and squeezed his tongue hard into

my little hole.
"Ah... so comfortable..." I screamed loudly. At this moment, I was completely controlled by desire,

wantonly following my feelings and screaming out my desire.
"You little slut... open your eyes and look at me. See how I play with you. See what you really are."

"How lewd!" Brother Yi suddenly said coldly, seemingly angrily.
I opened my dazed eyes and watched him lower his head to lick between my legs, watching my legs tremble,

my waist twisting in longing, listening to the seductive moans emanating from my own mouth. I couldn't

believe it was me.
Too much pleasure and too much confusion made tears stream down my face, wetting the soft pillow, while I moaned

even louder.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
It was like a thunderclap from the horizon; a moment of disorientation overwhelmed me instantly, and I was engulfed by a tide of desire.
I climaxed.
This is what Brother Yi said. Brother Yi said this feeling is called an orgasm…
Brother Yi opened his mouth and caught all the love fluid that gushed out from me, then lowered my legs, covered me, and

lowered his head to push the sticky liquid from the tip of his tongue into my mouth. Lost in the throes of orgasm, I could only let him do as he

pleased , accepting the liquid in his mouth and slowly swallowing it into my lower abdomen…
“Such a sensitive little thing, you can even orgasm like this, you really need to be fucked.” Brother Yi licked

the white liquid overflowing from my lips and said fiercely, “How is it, doesn’t it taste great?”
Just as I came to my senses, I finally found my focus and saw the magnified, incredibly resolute face in front of me.

When did Brother Yi become a real man?
It was just an instinctive reaction, but I didn’t realize how alluring my blushing face, hazy, loving eyes, swollen

lips , and thoughtful expression were.
“What a vixen!” Brother Yi seemed to be venting his anger as he kissed my lips fiercely, biting, playing with, and

absorbing all my sweetness.
"Ugh... Brother Yi..." My voice was broken and slightly hoarse, but my arms wrapped around

his neck, pulling him closer.
Brother Yi suddenly released me, rolled off the bed, threw on his clothes, and stormed out the door without looking back.
I stared blankly at the ceiling, tears streaming silently down my face. I turned to the side, pulled the blanket over myself, and

wrapped myself tightly.
Why, why? I could clearly see Brother Yi's infatuation with my body, but for so many days,

besides constantly teasing me and giving to me, he never asked for anything in return. I couldn't imagine which concubine he would spend the night

with . Why not me? Why? Just because I'm not even 12 yet? But love knows no age

... I love him, isn't it right to offer myself to him?
For the first time, I felt a deep dissatisfaction with my age—no! Not just dissatisfaction, but almost utter loathing!
Chapter One: Happiness (Sweet)
As the warm sunlight slanted into the room, I rubbed my slightly sore eyes and bumped into a warm

chest.
A smile involuntarily crept onto my lips.
He had one arm under my neck and the other wrapped around my waist, pulling me tightly into his embrace

, my face almost touching his chest. "What a domineering guy!" I couldn't help but think.
I gently stroked his sharply defined profile with my small hand. I truly couldn't describe

the feeling I had every morning when I woke up. I resented him for leaving me to go find his concubine, yet I loved that no matter how late it was, he would always wash himself clean and return to my

side , so that I could see him the moment I opened my eyes the next day… This sweet melancholy made me want to cry, yet inexplicably

warm.
"Little darling, are you awake?" Brother Yi's voice was always deeper than usual when he first woke up; that masculine,

magnetic voice always reminded me of my father—a true man known as the God of War.
Brother Yi lowered his head and kissed my forehead, holding me tightly in his arms. My delicate skin

pressed against his slightly rugged body. He was a strong, bronze-colored man, while I was a soft, delicate,

pale woman—a stark contrast, yet perfectly harmonious.
"Brother Yi..." This was a bad habit I'd developed these past few days. Even though I had nothing to say to him, I liked to press myself

against his chest and call his name in my soft voice.
"Alright, little sleepyhead, time to get up, sweetie..." He chuckled, kissing my forehead again, coaxing me out of bed like

a child .
I pouted unhappily. "I'm not a child."
He looked at my adorable expression, his warm smile returning: "Only children always deny

they 're children."
Watching him revert to the gentle, refined Brother Yi of the daytime, I always had this strange feeling, as if he was

him, yet not him, but clearly he was... I didn't understand...
I looked at him in confusion, how... how could the difference be so vast?
"What's so different?" Brother Yi asked me, amused.
I realized then that I had unknowingly blurted out what was on my mind. My face flushed red, and I quickly

lowered my head.
Seeing my ostrich-like expression again, Brother Yi's large hand, hidden under the covers, slipped between my thighs…
"Ah…" I screamed in fright, looking up at him with fear.
His hand returned to my waist and tightened its grip. His lips gently touched my ear, and

he said, with a mixture of amusement and a sigh, "It's not that the difference is big, it's that I was afraid of scaring you."
My face was almost touching my chest; I think my ears must be red now.

Oh my god ! How embarrassing!
After having breakfast with Brother Yi, he handed me over to the tutor. He had to go to the palace; it seemed the emperor,

his father, needed to see him.
I pouted unwillingly, remaining silent and ignoring him!
"My dear Long'er, I'll be right back. You need to study hard, I'll test you when I get back."
I looked at him, still with that "I won't say anything, what can you do about it?" expression.
He smiled helplessly.
"If Long'er is very good today, I'll take Long'er to the flower fair tonight." He

said .
My eyes suddenly lit up. "Really? Brother Yi, you have to keep your word! If I'm good, Brother Yi will

take me to the flower fair!"
As if afraid he would change his mind, I grabbed the teacher and ran off in a flash, only to hear a soft

laugh ...
(Happiness Chapter Two - Sweet)
The annual Vitex Flower Festival of the Shuntian Dynasty always attracts countless visitors. Of course, it

's not just for those things! The vibrant purple and red flowers, and the young men and women with buds about to bloom… Romantic nights always lead to

romantic stories; this isn't a theorem, but a truth.
This time of year is usually when the flowers in the Wuling Prince's Mansion are at their most beautiful. I've never gone out to admire the flowers

because my father said that the entire Shuntian Dynasty's Flower King's Mansion has them. I've never seemed

angry or disappointed about not having gone out; it seems my world is forever confined to the size of my courtyard…
But tonight…
"Brother Yi… hurry up, look! Such beautiful tulips… and such beautiful roses…"

I pulled Brother Yi's hand, weaving through the bustling flowerbeds, chattering like an ordinary girl at the sight of

beauty.
Brother Yi just smiled and remained silent, letting me lead him, occasionally glancing at the crowd around me.
"Look, look! That's a chessboard flower! The chessboard flower is blooming..." I turned around, grabbed Brother Yi's hand,

and skipped around excitedly.
Brother Yi pinched my nose affectionately and said, "Is it really that exaggerated? What kind of flowers haven't you

seen ?"
I slapped Brother Yi's mischievous hand away and touched my nose, which was a little red from being pinched.
"It's different! Anyway, the flowers here are prettier." I stuck out my tongue at him and

said willfully.
Brother Yi ignored me and just smiled affectionately.
"Brother Yi, I want to eat that!"
I looked at the small stall in front of us, which was surrounded by a crowd and had dozens of beautiful pastries on display. To be honest,

they didn't look as exquisite as those in the Prince's mansion, but at this moment, they were exceptionally attractive to me.
"Go and buy a few." Brother Yi turned to the guards behind us and said.
I craned my neck until I saw the guards walk away, then suddenly grabbed Brother Yi and ran. Unaware of

what was happening, I pulled Yi-ge into the crowd. In the throng, he didn't bother asking why; he simply pulled me close

, his arms encircling my waist to prevent others from bumping into me.
"You little rascal, I'll settle the score with you later," Yi-ge said, feigning anger as he looked down at me.
I nestled obediently in his arms, feeling his warm chest. The oppressive feeling of the surrounding crowd seemed

insignificant to me, because I believed that with him, he would always hold up a safe haven for me.
"I just don't like people following us!" I pouted at Yi-ge.
Yi-ge flicked my forehead with his finger, seemingly annoyed, then ignored me, holding me tighter and leading me out of

the crowd.
On the moat, the huge flower boats were bathed in candlelight, creating a rich and vibrant atmosphere. The sounds of birdsong carried across the wide

waters to the shore; everywhere was luxurious, everywhere was filled with laughter.
Standing on the riverbank, surrounded by swaying willows, I nestled against Yi-ge's chest, hugging his waist. Watching the people come and go,

I truly felt at that moment: I was in love, and the person embracing me was my lover.
"Come on, let's go release the lanterns," Yi-ge said, taking my hand and leading me towards the low-lying bank.
Watching the lantern in my hand drift further and further down the moat, the beautiful moat

shimmering under the light of countless lanterns, the night seemed to possess a brilliance that the daytime could never match.
"What did you wish for?" Yi-ge asked softly in my ear, hugging me from behind.
I lowered my head shyly. This was my secret, and I wanted to keep it

as .
I turned back and deliberately said, "I wished that all the flowers in the world would bloom for me!"
Yi-ge looked into my eyes, and I lowered my gaze uncomfortably. He kissed my forehead.
"Then, as you wish."
His gentle voice still lingered in my ear, but I had already been lifted up and lifted onto the bridgehead,

my figure quickly disappearing into the suburbs.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. I had always known that Brother Yi knew martial arts, but I never knew he could fly. Hiding in his

arms, I giggled. The feeling of flying was wonderful.
When I returned to the ground, I was stunned by the beautiful scenery before me.
It was a huge flowerbed, with vast expanses of pure white flowers all around, their heads slightly bowed, buds about to bloom.

The sky was filled with colorful lanterns, their vibrant colors illuminating the flowerbed in a dreamlike way.
I looked around, this dreamlike place captivating me.
"Brother Yi, this is…" My voice was very soft. It seemed that there was no one

else . The quiet beauty made me afraid that my loud voice would frighten these delicate flowers.
Yi hugged me from this side, his hands naturally resting on my waist, his

forehead , forcing me to look up at him.
"This is your wish," Yi's deep voice was captivating, as if he were drunk.
I looked at him, puzzled.
He chuckled softly, then gazed deeply into my eyes, his clear black and white eyes like a black hole drawing me

in. I was intoxicated by his gaze, by his embrace…
"Silly girl!" Yi sighed, seemingly helplessly, then smiled gently, "

Happy birthday!"
My eyes widened, suddenly realizing that tomorrow was my twelfth birthday—no, it was already past midnight,

so today was my birthday.
I stuck out my tongue shyly, only to be met with a deep, lingering kiss from him.
In that instant, out of the corner of my eye, I saw all the flowers around me simultaneously raise their flower tubes,

unfurl their blossoms, and bloom brilliantly… The multicolored light made it all seem both real and illusory…
As the intoxicating kiss slowly seeped into my body, I closed my eyes in ecstasy, a warm and

tender .
Holding Yi-gege in my arms, I knew that at that moment: all the flowers in the world had bloomed for me!
I later asked Yi-gege what kind of flower it was, and he said it was "Beauty Under the Moon," but it wasn't until

many years later that I learned it had another name—Epiphyllum oxypetalum! And Epiphyllum oxypetalum only blooms for a fleeting moment…
(The following is a separate section):
The war in the north is critical, and Father hasn't returned for two whole years. I was bestowed the title of Princess Linglong by the Emperor and

rewarded with a great deal of gold and silver.
My brother Yi was granted the title of Prince Xiaoyao, a leisurely official position bestowed upon him by the emperor. Honestly, I'm

grateful to him for that, after all, he didn't take away all my family.
At fourteen, I began to daydream, missing my father, the father who loved and doted on me. Brother Yi told me

that the whole world is talking about Father. They say he won a battle, they say he's

the reincarnation of a war god, they say with Father, the Shuntian Dynasty will surely be at peace… But this isn't what I want.

I want Father to come back. I don't want any war god or any hero, I just want Father to come back…
Brother Yi is spoiling me even more. He doesn't want me to always think about Father. He says that whenever I think of Father, the lonely

expression on my face makes his heart ache…
But no matter what, I'm still quite happy. I receive a letter from Father every month, though only

one or two; and I've started replying to Father with my still crooked handwriting, no matter how much I practice; Brother Yi and

I are still so close, except for one thing we don't get along with…
That night.
I lay weakly on the bed with my eyes closed after my orgasm. Brother Yi stood up, covered me with a blanket,

and kissed my forehead.
"Don't go." I still had my eyes closed, but my hands gripped the clothes he had put on me.
Brother Yi didn't speak.
I opened my eyes, knelt up, and hugged Yi-gege, who was standing by the bed. I could clearly feel his

body stiffening, his lower body hard against my stomach.
I looked up at him playfully, then knelt up and kissed his lips.
Two years had taught me how to please him, what kind of kiss he liked, and

how to kiss him to arouse his hidden desires.
My tongue slipped into his mouth, teasing his tongue to entwine with mine, lightly licking his lips, and pressing

my body forcefully against his.
"Good boy," he pushed me away, his resolute face showing deep helplessness, his eyes filled with a terrifyingly deep desire

.
Two years had passed, and Yi-gege had become a real man. His increasingly robust body could now

completely accommodate me, and that handsome face, even though I had seen it countless times and kissed it countless times, still made my heart race

and my face flush.
Under his gaze, I blushed again. Brother Yi chuckled softly; I knew he was

laughing I blushed whenever he was around! I bit my lower lip in annoyance, but Brother Yi quietly released me, preparing

to leave.
Sensing his departure, I jumped off the bed without thinking and pushed him onto it. Perhaps he

hadn't expected the usually shy and timid me to be so bold today; a moment of carelessness and I had actually pushed him onto

the bed . He wasn't in a hurry, lying on his side with one hand propping up his head, giving me a "what are you going to

do about it?" look.
To be honest, I had no idea what to do next. I had only wanted him to stay, but

now felt like I had to let go.
I took a deep breath, completely unconcerned about being naked in front of him, looked into his eyes, and pitifully

said , "Am I not good enough?"
Brother Yi looked at me without saying a word, but slowly shook his head.
Unconvinced, I climbed onto the bed and straddled him, displaying everything about myself to him.
"You don't want it even like this?"
Yi-ge's eyes became cloudy, and his unfathomable gaze made me want to run away, but I stubbornly

remained motionless, letting his gaze move back and forth over me.
"Don't force me." His voice was terrifyingly low, and his expression was colder than usual.
Looking at his expression, I felt sad and wanted to cry, but in the end, I smiled.
I moved my hips back, gently resting them on his desire. I gently pulled down his pants to expose his

desire, watching his face turn ashen.
I moved my hips back again, pressing them lightly on his desire, and placed my hands on his abdomen,

gently rubbing his desire with my softest spot.
"Mmm..." I could feel his desire scraping against my trembling clitoris, bringing a shiver.
Yi-ge closed his eyes and began to breathe slightly, but his face still looked unwell.
"Ah...ah..." His hot, thick dragon rubbed repeatedly against my labia and clitoris. The scalding

heat and sensitive skin made me weak all over, and I couldn't help but moan. Yi-ge's breathing also began to

grow louder.
"You vixen, where did you learn these tricks to torture men?" Yi-ge suddenly opened his eyes and

roared angrily.
He sat up and made me kneel on the bed. His dragon passed between my legs and pressed against my labia. He held my waist

with one hand and began to thrust his desire incessantly.
"Ah...ah..." Feeling his thick heat rubbing back and forth between my thighs, rubbing against my

labia occasionally touching my clitoris, the tormenting pleasure made me scream. My body began to burn, and fine beads of

sweat began to slide down.
"Vixen, squeeze your legs together. You're so lewd. You can even feel pleasure like this." Yi-ge said coldly, afraid of hitting my

buttocks.
My whole body was sore and weak that I couldn't even close my legs anymore, but the pleasure continued. "No... slower...

Brother Yi, slower... ah..." The pleasure deep inside me gushed out, and a large amount of love fluid gushed out, soaking his

dragon. My little hole opened and closed, as if inviting me to go deeper.
"Slut! You can climax like this! Close your legs and let me fuck you, you slut who needs to be fucked."

Brother Yi was panting heavily, lifting my almost limp body with one hand and slapping my buttocks hard with the other,

his body moving faster and faster.
"Ah... I... ah... I'm not... I'm not... not... ah..." I kept

shaking my head , the pain and pleasure in my buttocks intertwined, making me scream helplessly and cry out.
"Ah..." When the second climax came, Brother Yi also released his desire, and thick

white fluid sprayed out, covering my lower abdomen and thighs.
I collapsed weakly onto the bed, and Yi-gege gently pressed against my back, breathing heavily as he kissed

my neck, his hand occasionally reaching down to knead and squeeze my breasts.
"My little darling, you're so wonderful."
I turned my head away from him, saying pitifully, "I'm not a slut!" My voice trembled as if I were about to cry

.
Brother Yi leaned over and kissed my lips.
"Of course you aren't, because you're my little enchantress." He then affectionately kissed my sweaty hair.
Hearing his doting words, I felt a sweet warmth in my heart. "I want to take a bath," I said coquettishly.
"Okay." He kissed my forehead again, stood up, and picked me up. "Let's go to the hot springs."
(Chapter 4 of "Training" - High H)
The spring chill bestowed a bath at Huaqing Pool, the smooth
hot spring water washing away my fatigue, yet still making me drowsy. I leaned against Brother Yi's strong chest

, feeling the unique strength and vigor of a man. Brother Yi wrapped one arm around my body, and with the other hand, he scooped up

some spring water letting the glistening droplets slowly slide down my shoulder…
Brother Yi kissed my hair, my forehead, a very light kiss, a very alluring surrender. I was like a lazy

kitten, my eyes half-closed, feeling his tenderness.
“Brother Yi, why… why don’t you marry a princess?” I murmured, a little

sour .
Brother Yi was already nineteen years old this year. Not to mention his third brother, even his younger brothers had long since married

their wives and had many children. On the contrary, he, apart from a few concubines, didn’t even have a single child. I

was very happy about this, but I was also curious and afraid, afraid that one morning he would wake me up and

tell me, “Long’er, I’m getting married.” I think I would definitely cry, or maybe I wouldn’t cry, but rather feel a deep, heartbroken grief

…
Brother Yi looked at me, curled up in his arms like a small animal, and asked with a soft laugh, “Long’er wants me to get married?”
“No!” I hugged him tightly and said stubbornly.
He smiled and stroked my back, gently saying, "It's not that I don't want to take a concubine, but..." He

gently cupped my face in his hands, looked into my eyes, and said affectionately, "I'm waiting for a girl to grow up."
I could feel my face burning hot. Ugh, it must be because the spring water is too hot!
I bury my head in the sand like an ostrich and snuggle back into Brother Yi's arms, playfully saying, "That girl must be very beautiful

!"
Brother Yi said seriously, "Hmm... she is indeed very beautiful, especially when she begs for mercy in bed."
"You're so annoying!" I protested, pretending to hit him. He raised his hand, took my small hand, and kissed it lightly.
His eyes began to deepen, and the flames of desire were impossible to hide.
I followed his gaze and saw my breasts exposed above the water. It must have been

when I was about to hit him...
I quickly withdrew my hand to cover my chest and shrank back into the water, my face flushed.
Yi-ge hugged me, nibbling my ear and teasing, "Why hide it? It's so small,

so beautiful, it looks like I want to bite it." He pretended to bite my ear.
I slowly released my hands from my chest, wrapped them around his neck, and straddled his lap, my soft, small

buttocks pressing against his erect desire, looking like I was ready to be tasted.
He gently caressed my lips with his fingers, occasionally sticking out his tongue to lick them lightly.
"Take it in." Yi-ge put two fingers against my lips, and I obediently opened my mouth to let his

fingers in, playing with my tongue.
"Lick it back and forth, yes, use your tongue to lick back and forth at the tip of your finger, then suck it in... yes, good girl, that's

it." Yi-ge's gentle voice taught me how to do it little by little, and I

learned diligently like a good student.
He gently pulled his fingers out of my mouth, a thin

layer , and bright silver threads sliding down the corners of my mouth.
"Let's try something new," Yi said seductively, looking at me.
I looked at him, puzzled, my face flushed with shyness.
Yi stood up and sat on the bank, some distance from the water, his lower

body exposed to me. I immediately covered my eyes with my hands, which only made him laugh.
He pulled me up and guided me to kneel between his legs, his enormous desire pointing directly at

my face. I had never seen his dragon up close before, and now I was too ashamed to open my eyes no matter how he coaxed me.
"Good girl, then you don't have to look, just touch it, okay?" Yi patiently seduced me, guiding my

hands to cover his desire.
The burning heat made me involuntarily shrink my shoulders, but I eventually slowly gripped his dragon.
"It's so big..." I thought to myself, my hands could only hold about two-thirds of it.
"Like this, touch it back and forth," Yi instructed me on how to make him happy, his voice slightly hoarse.
I began to stroke his massive dragon back and forth. The dragon, lubricated by the hot spring water, felt slippery to the touch, and occasionally a little

sticky liquid spilled out, wetting my hands.
"Ah..." Brother Yi seemed to gasp slightly in pain.
I quickly opened my eyes and looked up at him. "I'm sorry, Brother Yi, did I hurt you?"
Brother Yi's expression was a mixture of pain and pleasure. He looked up at me, as if trying to draw me into his eyes

.
"No, Long'er makes me very happy."
I lowered my eyes shyly, but my heart was filled with sweetness.
Brother Yi removed my hands, gently pressing my head and guiding me towards his crotch.
"Good girl, little darling, use your mouth, like before, lick it!"
I didn't know what to do, and its desire was already pressed against my lips. I braced my hands on his

legs, unable to escape his pressure.
Slowly, I opened my mouth and gently took his desire into my mouth.
His enormous penis made my mouth ache, but he kept pushing my head further in. I hurriedly and

fearfully grabbed the base of his penis, afraid he might pierce my throat with a sudden thrust.
My mouth was stuffed full, and I couldn't swallow my saliva properly; it just dripped freely from the corners of my mouth, making my cheeks

bulge and ache.
"Like before… use your tongue… lick it, press it against the glans, lick back and forth…"
I obediently licked back and forth, but Brother Yi's… was just too big, making me feel uncomfortable. I tried…

I stepped back slightly, but Brother Yi didn't stop me. Just as I was about to ejaculate from his desire, he suddenly

pressed my head back down.
"Mmm..." He moved my head back and forth, sucking on his enormous member repeatedly. Each thrust almost

hit my throat, making me groan uncomfortably.
"Mmm... mmm..." Brother Yi's breathing grew heavier, and my mouth became increasingly sore. I felt short of

breath , and tears welled up in my eyes. I tried to resist him with my hands, but I couldn't budge him at all.
"Little darling, your little mouth is so amazing, harder, so amazing."
Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, and my cheeks were numb from being rubbed.
"So good... so comfortable... you're such a little devil, both your mouths are so small." Brother Yi pressed my head down

forcefully .
I felt no pleasure, only a suffocating despair.
"Ugh... ugh..." I weakly made a sound with my throat, but suddenly I felt Brother Yi's dragon

grow even bigger in my mouth. I struggled in fear.
"Ah..." Yi-ge roared, and a thick, fishy-smelling liquid shot straight into

the depths of my throat.
"Cough...cough..." Lying on Yi-ge's lap, I gasped for breath, coughing incessantly, my eyes

still red, and tears of grievance still dripping down my face.
Yi-ge, panting heavily, gently patted my back to help me cough up the semen I had swallowed.
When I finally felt a little better, Yi-ge jumped into the hot spring and hugged me from behind as I lay on the bank.
"My little darling, you almost drove me crazy, I'm so sorry, so sorry..." Yi-ge murmured regretfully, resting his head on my

neck .
"Yi-ge..." I turned around, looking at him with a wronged expression, my eyes still slightly red.
He kissed my forehead, my eyebrows, the tip of my nose, all the way to my lips. "Little devil..."

Yi-ge said affectionately.
I smiled and said, "As long as Brother Yi is happy."
Chapter Three of Happiness (High H)
Spring passed and autumn came, a year flew by. When willow catkins sprouted and cherry blossoms bloomed, I celebrated

my fifteenth birthday.
In the Shuntian Dynasty, fifteen years old meant that a girl had grown up and reached

the age . Finally, I could stand confidently in front of Brother Yi and tell him: I've grown up…
That night, after bathing and changing, I specially wore a sheer, off-the-shoulder nightgown. Looking at my smiling self in the mirror, my

heart was filled with longing and shyness…
I gently pushed open the door to Brother Yi's study. The study was quiet, with dim candlelight and a faint incense.

Brother Yi was sitting at his desk reading, his resolute profile and serious expression captivating me for a long time.
I walked gently towards him. He looked up at me and smiled faintly. I shrugged, letting my thin, feather-like dress

slide down and bloom like a vibrant flower on the ground. I stood naked before Brother Yi.
At fifteen, I was no longer the chubby little girl I once was. My delicate oval face now boasted

exquisite and alluring features, carrying a subtle charm honed over three years. My skin was fair and translucent, almost translucent,

and my breasts were full and round, with a slender waist. I knew how alluring I was now,

how alluring a pure woman shaped by a man could be…
Brother Yi placed his book on the table, his eyes fixed on me as he drew closer, his clear black and white

eyes beginning to deepen with desire.
I stopped in front of him, tilting my head to offer a seductive smile, and said softly, "

Happy , Brother Yi."
I was placed on the bed, and before I could adjust to the change in my surroundings, another naked, muscular body pressed down

on me. Smelling Brother Yi's unique scent, I climbed onto his broad shoulders, feeling his powerful, even

burning warmth. I sighed and groaned, "Brother Yi..."
The kiss was fierce and intense, our lips and tongues entwined until they ached, but the taste of his saliva was honey-sweet, making me

thirsty , eagerly seeking that intoxicating flavor. Brother Yi's kisses continued downwards, and when his warm, wet suckling enveloped my

breasts, I cried out softly, arching my back, my breath quickening. The sharp pleasure couldn't mask my burning desire;

instead, it left me feeling empty, wanting to be filled. Wanting to be forcefully filled.
I twisted my waist, constantly responding, overflowing with helpless pleas, "Brother Yi, Brother Yi..." So painful,

so pleasurable, so agonizing. I felt so happy, so desperately wanting you to possess me, to fill me. This sweet torment

almost drove me mad.
My legs were forcefully spread wide, my chest swollen and aching from the ravages, yet those thin lips lingered, reluctant to

nibble at my skin. His nimble hands slid downwards, into my most shy and private parts. When his long, strong

fingers grasped my trembling clitoris, an overwhelming wave of pleasure surged through me, causing my entire body to tense up,

trembling violently, my chest heaving as I breathed in the ambiguous air.
"Long'er, my darling, you are so beautiful..." Brother Yi murmured, biting my earlobe

and sucking softly.
My body felt half-empty, a blissful void. I slumped down, feeling his strong body pressing down

on my softness.
"Brother Yi, I want more..." The emptiness in my lower abdomen was so painful. Even though I could feel my flower, being played with by his

wicked fingers, shamefully overflowing with love juice, I still desperately wanted to be satisfied, wanted him to love

me.
A low, hoarse sigh escaped my lips. "Long'er, I love you, I love you..."
My heart was filled with joy, yet my body felt increasingly empty. "Brother Yi, take me... please..."
A muffled growl, like the roar of a wild beast, pressed intimately against my wet

entrance , its light and heavy friction probing, only intensifying my desire.
"Brother Yi... give it to me... please... give it to me..." My voice, tinged with a faint sob, was incredibly

alluring .
His deep, husky voice was deep and sensual. "Little vixen, here you go, it's all yours."
His fingers pressed against my clitoris, squeezing lightly and heavily, then dangerously slipped deeper into the wet, hot crevice,

forcefully pushing inward. I instinctively contracted my inner muscles, trying to expel his fingers, but I heard a male

groan, and then his rough thumb pressed hard against my sensitive clitoris, sending a shiver through me.
Fingers thrust in and out of my body, three fingers filling my opening completely, stretching and

bending , stimulating my sensitive spot repeatedly. Finally, I arched my back in excitement, "Ah..."

The fingers withdrew, the tip of his massive member pressing tightly against my tiny opening. In the throes of orgasm, I couldn't resist

the wave of pleasure, arching my back and trembling uncontrollably.
In that most intense moment, a terrifying force pierced my body, the tearing pain making me scream.

My whole body stiffened, sweat slicked down my skin. Slowly regaining my senses, I felt the massive dragon that had pierced my deepest depths,

hot, thick, and frighteningly hard. I had no choice but to tightly envelop it with my body, even clearly feeling

its throbbing.
"Brother Yi..." I cried helplessly, unable to believe he would treat me so cruelly. "It hurts..."
Brother Yi kissed away the tears from the corners of my eyes, his tense body afraid to move. "Shh, baby, it'll be

over soon ." He coaxed me in a hoarse voice, his tone restrained, kissing my lips and stroking my swollen, aching

breasts. He kept murmuring, "Too tight..."
Feeling Brother Yi's tenderness made me feel a little better, but then I found a huge desire surging within me that I had

never felt before. "Brother Yi, I... I'm uncomfortable... um... um..." I moaned, twisting

my waist slightly, not knowing what I wanted.
"My little vixen, I will take good care of you, I will satisfy you." He chuckled, his large hands powerfully

lifting my buttocks, beginning to thrust slowly and then violently into the dragon buried inside me, withdrawing shallowly and

then slamming in hard. A tingling, weak pleasure quickly accumulated from my lower body, seeping into my whole body, causing me to spasm.
"Ah...ah...Brother Yi...slower, slower...Brother Yi...mmm...mmm..." I

moaned incessantly, my hands tightly wrapped around Brother Yi's neck, feeling like I was going crazy.
The intense and lewd scent of lust filled the room, the sounds of slapping mingled with the wetness of thick semen,

so wanton yet irresistible, I greedily and wantonly enjoyed everything, waiting for wave after wave of stimulation to overwhelm me,

until the final moment, the primal pleasure of death pushed me to the peak of orgasm, making my whole body convulse and spasm

uncontrollably .
A beast-like growl sounded in my dazed state, after being rapidly and violently pounded for a long time, finally the scalding heat poured

into my body, and then I was tightly held in the arms of the sweaty, magnificent man.
"Long'er...Long'er...my darling, my little vixen...so good..." The low, husky voice was filled with

unusual satisfaction.
I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, offering a weak yet sweet smile, "Brother Yi, I love you."
Chapter Four:
The Prince of Wuling returned in triumph.
The news brought by the scouts filled the capital with joy, and people prepared to welcome

the hero of the entire Shuntian Dynasty.
Originally, because of my revealed princess status, Brother Yi was afraid I would be in danger and didn't want me to go to the city gate to greet Father.

But I really, really missed Father, and Brother Yi couldn't persuade me otherwise, so he agreed to let me go, but on the condition that I could only

watch Father from afar until he entered the palace.
The army was still several miles away, but the people in the city had already crowded to the city gate, ready to catch a glimpse of the hero. I

was carefully protected in a corner of the city gate by the guards Brother Yi brought. Brother Yi held me, while I

nervously tugged at his sleeve.
How long had it been since I saw Father? Had he gained or lost weight? Did he miss me? Would he still put me on his shoulders like when I was little?

Would he still bring back the sugar figurines from outside the palace for me to eat?
My eyes welled up with tears. He left when I was just a child, and now, looking at

my brother , I knew I was a graceful young woman. Would he recognize me?
Suddenly, a deafening sound of firecrackers rang out.
"The Wuling Army is here... the Wuling Army is returning to the city..." the people cheered.
My chaotic thoughts were replaced by this excitement. I leaned forward as much as possible, craning my neck,

wanting to see more clearly.
When my father, dressed in majestic armor and riding a tall horse, was the first to step through the city gate, I felt my eyes

well up with tears. The cruel war had left its mark on his face. Ignoring my brother Yi and the guards' attempts to stop me, I

rushed into the crowd, pushing my way forward.
The surging crowd was incredibly dense. I didn't care about my status, just pushing forward. I just wanted to get to my father's side as

quickly as , to be in his arms. My brother Yi kept calling my name from behind, but I

ignored him.
All the soldiers dismounted and greeted the people on both sides in a friendly manner. Father walked at the front,

waving occasionally to the cheering crowds on both sides.
I finally broke through the crowd and stood on the triumphant path of the soldiers. My appearance was so abrupt,

because I stood right in front of Father, blocking the path of the Shuntian Dynasty's greatest hero.
The crowd suddenly fell silent, and Father turned his head to look directly at me.
"Father..." Tears welled up in my eyes. Looking at Father's still handsome face, but

with his temples already turning gray, I felt an overwhelming sense of sorrow.
Father's expression was somewhat blank, as if he didn't recognize me.
"Father..." I couldn't help but call out to him in a tearful voice, running over and hugging him tightly, letting my tears slide down

his cold armor.
He slowly relaxed his stiff body, gently stroking my hair, and said with a hint of sadness, "You

and your mother... look so alike..."
I didn't know how I felt when I heard his words. This was the first and

only time in my life that he had mentioned my mother to me, but I... didn't know how to answer him... I could only tighten

my embrace around him.
"Father, Long'er missed you so much," I said, my voice choked with sobs.
My father took me back to the Wuling Prince's Mansion. Knowing that Brother Yi could still come to see me anytime,

I now devoted myself entirely to my father. After reporting back to the palace, my father had some free time and stayed with me in

the manor , listening to me ramble on about the events of the past few years. He listened attentively, just like

before, never saying much but always listening carefully and never giving me perfunctory answers. I knew my father still

loved me; I was still his precious jewel, the apple of his eye.
It turns out that the passage of time has taken away my naivety and my father's black hair, but it can never take away

my father's unconditional love for me.
Brother Yi started coming to the Wuling Prince's mansion frequently, but his purpose wasn't me, it was my father. I often saw them

discussing matters in my father's study, sometimes for the entire day, even having lunch there. I didn't

know what they were doing, but I knew that real men have their own important matters to attend to, and as

the woman behind them, I was willing to silently accompany them. So I never disturbed them when they were discussing matters. I

would obediently pester the nanny to teach me how to cook, and then cook for the two most important men in my life.
(The following section appears to be unrelated and possibly a separate entry: "Love and Sex in Anger (High H)
For some reason, many guests have recently come to the mansion, each bringing large bags of gifts, only

to leave with the same bags after seeing my father.")
The servants in the manor were also puzzled. They would often stare at me intently, only

to turn away immediately when I looked at them, as if nothing had happened.
That night, as I bathed and changed, preparing for bed, I heard a knock on the door.
Xi'er opened it, greeted Brother Yi, and then left.
I sat on the bed in only a thin nightgown, looking at Brother Yi somewhat awkwardly.
"Brother Yi, it's so late, is something wrong?" I asked cautiously.
Brother Yi seemed a little angry. He stared straight at my face, slowly walked to the bedside, sat down,

and reached out to stroke my face without saying a word.
I lowered my head shyly, my face already flushed.
He leaned forward and gently kissed my lips, then slowly deepened his kiss, slowly penetrating me.
I always lose all immunity when I'm with Brother Yi. When I came to my senses again, I realized that Brother Yi

had , revealing one breast, the other barely visible. I wrapped my arms around his neck,

and he stroked my back, kissing my neck.
"Ah... Brother Yi... no... Father... will find out..." Suddenly remembering that we were in our own

manor, and Father was still there, and that Xi'er had just seen Brother Yi enter the room, I was so nervous I didn't know

what to do .
Brother Yi seemed not to hear me, raising his hand to grasp my exposed breasts, even

maliciously digging his nails into my nipples.
"Ah..." I, trained to be very sensitive, was no match for Brother Yi. He knew every

sensitive spot I had, and in his arms I could only be played with.
He pushed me down onto the bed, my upper body completely naked. He placed my hands at his collar.

"Help me take off my clothes."
I lowered my head shyly. I didn't know why, even though I had made love with Brother Yi many times,

and had been naked with him for many years, every time still felt like the first time.
"Unbutton them." Perhaps my shyness was mistaken for rejection, his voice was tinged with a coldness.
Afraid of angering him, I forced myself to slowly remove his clothes.
"Take off all your clothes," his voice remained icy.
I dared not hesitate any longer, reaching down to pull off my last remaining underpants.
"Tell me, is it wet down there?" He stared straight at me, his eyes devoid of any warmth.
I felt wronged, but still obediently replied, "Yes, it's wet."
"Open up and let me see."
Looking at his icy face, I lay on the bed, legs raised and

spread , my face turned to the side, tears welling in my eyes.
He seemingly emotionlessly inserted his fingers into my already aroused vagina, cruelly saying, "Why

aren't you looking at me? Don't you like me doing it to you?"
I turned to look at him, tears finally streaming down my face uncontrollably. His fingers suddenly tightened.
"Ah…" I screamed in pain.
"Why are you crying? Does it make you feel wronged when I'm fucking you?"
He said, covering me with his body and forcefully thrusting his thick, swollen penis into my still-unopened vagina,

pumping wildly. His hands also roughly kneaded my breasts.
"Ah..." Tears streamed down my face from the pain. This was the first time Yi-gege had treated me like this. Before, no matter

how much he struggled, he would always prioritize my feelings, afraid of hurting me. But this time, he was like a wild beast

, venting his desire inside me, completely disregarding my screams of pain.
"Say it! Say you like me fucking you! Say it!" He continued thrusting his enormous penis,

forcing me to comply with his will.
I felt sad and deliberately ignored him, my lips tightly pressed together, tears streaming down my face, unwilling to say

the words that would make me feel like he was using me to vent his desires.
"Why are you crying? Why are you crying? Aren't you happy when I'm fucking you? Didn't you used to moan wantonly?

Scream! I want to hear you moan! Scream!" Brother Yi thrust his penis in and out like a madman, the sounds of skin

slapping and sticky fluids filling the air. I, however, kept my lips tightly pressed together, refusing to utter a sound, neither moaning

nor begging for mercy.
"Why? Why are you still crying? Why aren't you moaning? Do you hate me that much?" Brother Yi's

voice was filled with deep sorrow, making my heart ache.
He picked me up and made me sit on his massive member, making it easier to thrust in and out. His speed increased

, and his thrusts became deeper and deeper, as if each stroke was shattering my soul, but I remained unresponsive,

like a broken doll being played with by him, without giving him any feedback.
I suddenly realized that without love in one's heart, sex would also lose its ability to bring pleasure to the body.
"Ah..." Yi-ge groaned, holding me tightly. His surging desire filled my entire vagina, but I

didn't climax, or even react at all.
Yi-ge felt my stiffness. He held me tightly, burying his head in my neck, and

said, his voice choked with emotion, "You're mine. Even if you don't love me, I'll do anything to keep you by my side.

You're mine, mine..."
Yi-ge's voice was so broken, it sent a piercing pain through my heart. I slowly raised my arms and hugged Yi-ge

's body tightly, saying in a choked, broken voice, "I'm yours, I'm yours. How could I not love you?"

"I love you, I love you..."
My words made Brother Yi kiss my lips like a madman, lingering, sucking, and licking. I

responded to , accepting him.
His desire inside me swelled again. Still in the position of me sitting on him, he began to withdraw

quickly . But this time, it was different. I responded to him like a madman.
"Ah...ah...um...um...Brother Yi...ah...so good...harder..." I

leaned back, screaming my pleasure, not caring whether this was my house or whether anyone would hear.
"Long'er...Long'er..." Brother Yi held my waist and thrust up and down while whispering my

name, "Long'er...I can't get enough of you, I'll never get enough of you..."
"Ah...um...Brother Yi...so good...so comfortable...I want it...harder...I want it..."

Tears streamed down my face again, but this time they were tears of pleasure.
It was a crazy night. Brother Yi was almost frantic, wanting me again and again, and I was frantic,

responding to him again and again. We were like two drowning people, only able to survive by clinging to each other.
I still don't know what was wrong with Brother Yi that night, but I later learned that because of my

appearance , rumors spread that I was incredibly beautiful, even being crowned the most beautiful woman in the world. And

most of the guests coming to the Prince's mansion these days were there to propose marriage...
????????????????????? I'll keep him away from you (high H)
The Crown Prince has arrived, and even Father can't refuse his request to see me.
I sat on a chair in the hall, looking at the fat, chubby Crown Prince opposite me, almost unable to suppress a laugh.
I was really trying to talk to him seriously, but the more we talked, the more I wanted to laugh...
"Hmm... Brother Yi... ah..." My hand ran through his black hair, pressing down on his head buried beneath me.
His tongue mischievously licked back and forth between my clitoris and labia, then maliciously slid down, pressing against the entrance of my

vagina .
"Mmm...so good...Brother Yi...so amazing...oh...mmm..." I couldn't suppress my

moans, my vaginal fluids flowing out continuously, wetting Brother Yi's lips, which he

sucked on like nectar. I could even hear the sticky sound of the fluid hitting his tongue and

the constant .
"Ah...Brother Yi...ah...I'm going to climax...I'm going to...ah..." I arched my upper body,

forcefully pressing his head against my vagina. In the instant of my climax, my vagina opened and closed violently,

Brother Yi's soft, lingering tongue thrusting forcefully inside, as if trying to penetrate my vagina. The immense pleasure brought

out a large amount of love fluid, which he swallowed greedily.
I collapsed weakly onto the bed. He kissed my lips, transferring my love juices into mine

, making me swallow and taste them. He then passionately entwined his tongue with mine, exchanging saliva.
My hands vigorously rotated my breasts, the small nipples already erect, yearning for

more tenderness. His frighteningly hot hands covered my lower abdomen, stroking my smooth, flat stomach,

then he pulled me closer to his waist.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, running my hands through his black hair, "Brother Yi is so gentle tonight..." and

said coquettishly.
He smiled faintly, pinching my nose: "What, Long'er doesn't like it? Does Long'er

prefer me to be rougher?"
He whispered wickedly in my ear.
I kissed his cheek silently. Actually… I didn’t know what I liked. I liked it when

Brother Yi treated me gently, like I was his precious treasure, someone he was afraid would melt in his mouth. But

Brother Yi’s roughness always made me lose myself, as if he had captured my soul, and the physical pleasure was even

greater.
Brother Yi looked at me shyly and said mischievously in my ear, “I know, Long’er may not

say it, but Long’er actually likes to be treated roughly.”
“No… don’t say it…” I pretended to cover his mouth to stop him from bullying me.
He smiled, took my hand with one hand, lifted one of my legs with the other, and then with a thrust, “plop…”

he shoved his already swollen and thick penis into my vagina. “Ah… oh… so good…” My body

moved rhythmically with Brother Yi’s speed.
Because one of my legs was on his shoulder, I could see

how his huge penis squeezed into my narrow vagina with just a glance down. The lewd scene made me spasm and moan.
"Isn't it beautiful? My huge cock has stretched open your tiny, trembling hole, the folds of your hole are

almost stretched straight, so lewd..." Brother Yi was above my head, watching his huge cock

go in and out of my body with me, teasing me with shameful words.
"Don't say it...don't say it..."
"Okay, I won't say it, I'll do it!" After saying that, Brother Yi vigorously swayed his hips, forcefully

thrusting into my tender hole.
"Ah...ah...slower...Brother Yi...slower...slower..." My body shook violently,

my breasts constantly rubbing against his chest.
"Ah..." When I reached my first orgasm, Brother Yi seemed unusually excited. He didn't give me

any chance to catch my breath, thrusting into my hole forcefully, and even maliciously lowered one hand to press hard on

my clitoris.
My clitoris and vagina were being played with simultaneously, the stimulation was so intense I couldn't breathe. My body swayed weakly with his movements,

then spasmed, trembled, and cried...
"Ah...please...please...slower...slower..." I cried out, begging him,

overwhelmed by the immense pleasure, I could only plead with him for mercy.
"Tell me, do you like me fucking you? Do you like it?"
"I like it...I like it...I like it so much, Brother Yi...ah...so hard...ah...too hard...

ah..."
A large amount of semen spurted from his penis, filling my vagina, causing me to

orgasm again. The excess semen was squeezed out from the gap between his penis and my vagina.
"Ah...baby, that's amazing!" Brother Yi roared passionately, his hands kneading my breasts even more vigorously.

He kissed and teased my nipples.
When everything calmed down, I nestled lazily and obediently in Yi-ge's arms, feeling

the warmth of his embrace that belonged only to me.
"Yi-ge, your family is so strange."
My words seemed to arouse his curiosity. He looked at me curiously, not understanding what I was talking about.
"Hehe... let me tell you, Yi-ge, I saw the Crown Prince today, but he looks completely

different from you. Not only is he chubby, but he also talks a lot. He doesn't look like you

were born from the same father." I happily showed off my new discovery to Yi-ge.
Yi-ge's brows furrowed. He tightened his arms around my waist. "Remember, stay away from him in the future."
Yi-ge's tone was cold, as if he were talking about a dead man. I looked at him with some fear.
He looked at me, who was shrinking back, and softened his tone. "I mean, I will keep him away from you..."
I hugged Yi-ge tightly, thus missing the fleeting murderous intent in his eyes.
Prologue
My life remained ordinary and happy, a gentle warmth that was all I craved. My father and Brother Yi were always

by my side, and I truly felt like the happiest person in the world.
The news of the Second Prince's death swept past my ears like the wind, yet it didn't stir a ripple in my heart. Instead,

the sudden death of the philandering Third Prince in a brothel became the biggest scandal in the royal family and the talk of the town. I would often tease Brother Yi

about , and of course, I wouldn't forget to "urge"

him not to be unfaithful. But each time, he would just smile silently or pinch my nose and laugh at me, calling me a "little jealous pot."

I would pretend to be angry and hit him, and he would take the opportunity to pull me into his arms until I was red-faced and breathless before "

reluctantly " letting me go.
I often thought that perhaps my life would continue in this peaceful way, and I didn't think there was anything

wrong with it . But a year later…
the news of the Crown Prince's death came like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, causing an uproar throughout the city. As the old emperor

grew older, his health deteriorated. The crown prince had become

the next ruler and the next spiritual icon in the hearts of everyone from the court officials to the people. The sudden and devastating news plunged the country into chaos.

It was said that the old emperor vomited a lot of blood upon hearing the news of the crown prince's death, and the imperial physicians stayed by his side day and night

, but his condition did not improve.
Suddenly, Yi-gege became the eldest son. He had to take care of his ailing father on one hand, and stabilize

the situation in the court and the confidence of the people on the other. He spent almost every day sleeping in the palace and rarely had time to visit the Wuling Prince's Mansion.

Father, as an important minister in the court, naturally became very busy and had no time to spend with me. But even so, I did not become idle and bored

because of their busyness. On the contrary, I became busier and busier, and I hardly had time to feel bored...
"Miss, Princess Biyun and Princess Nalan have arrived and are waiting for you in the garden," Xi'er

said helplessly, looking at my aggrieved face.
"Oh, I see." I replied to Xi'er while listlessly doing my makeup, not

missing the pity on her face.
"Miss, Miss, the Third Princess and Miss Xin from the Zhang family have arrived..." the maids said

as .
"I know! I know! Don't say anymore!" I stood up angrily, then

sat back down in my chair with a pout.
It had been about half a month since then that more and more people had started visiting the Wuling Prince's Mansion, but these people weren't princes or

ministers but their daughters, the so-called princesses, noble ladies, and princesses, and the person they were looking for

wasn't my father, but me. At first, I was delighted by their visits, but as the number increased and the frequency

increased, I began to feel overwhelmed. My life used to be simple, even monotonous, and I

only saw a handful of people each day, but now I had to receive at least ten princesses and noble ladies every day, and I started to

feel annoyed.
I once asked Xi'er why so many princesses and noble ladies suddenly wanted to visit me. Xi'er just

said with a disdainful look, "Isn't it all to curry favor with the Prince and the Fourth Prince? When the three princes were still alive, the Fourth Prince was naturally

disliked. But now he's the strongest contender for the Crown Prince position, and what's more, he has

the support of our Prince. Naturally, more and more people are trying to curry favor with the Prince and the Fourth Prince. Seeing that the old emperor's health

is deteriorating day by day, who knows when the throne might change hands? Those princes and ministers, for the sake of their own

future naturally have to buy tickets and line up in advance. Everyone knows that our Prince had a daughter late in life

and dotes on you the most, and the Fourth Prince and you are childhood sweethearts. To please the Prince and the Fourth Prince, they naturally all

set their sights on you!"
I already disliked those princesses and young ladies, but after hearing Xi'er's words, I disliked them even more.
"Miss, Miss, the Prime Minister's daughter, Princess Yang, has arrived," another maid ran in and said.
"Is that Sister Yang? Quickly, invite her to the inner room, and tell the others I'm not feeling well and don't want to see

any guests." Hearing that Sister Yang had come to see me, I rarely smiled.
Yang Yi is my Sister Yang. She became my good older sister before I was very young. She can be considered one of my few friends

besides Brother Yi. When I was little, she often came to the manor to see me. It was because of her that I learned

what a mother is. But later, because my father went to war, I moved to the Fourth Prince's manor, and Sister Yang rarely came to see me anymore.

Seeing her again this time was the only reward of receiving these princesses and young ladies. Now, Sister Yang is even more

dignified and virtuous , simply a model of a well-bred lady. As for me, apart from being a little better looking, I am still a child with a childish

temper. Compared to Sister Yang, I feel ashamed. But Sister Yang has a gentle personality, and I still like her very much.
My days passed in this busy flurry of activity for half a year. With the arrival of the Spring Festival,

every household began to celebrate, and the old emperor's health improved. Therefore

, a grand banquet was specially held in the palace this year. I hadn't originally intended to

attend Strangely, however, I was not invited as the daughter of the Prince of Wuling, nor as Princess Linglong, but as

the most beautiful woman in the Shuntian Dynasty…
(The banquet continues...)
The bright red lanterns made the December snow appear exceptionally beautiful, and the deafening drums resounded throughout the palace. Countless officials,

accompanied by their families, ascended the dragon-carved steps, passed through the magnificent golden halls, and entered the still-vibrant,

crimson-hued rear garden.
I wore a fiery red fur coat and a jeweled crown, and gently took my father's hand as we entered

the bustling royal garden. My arrival caused an awkward silence in the garden; people turned to look at me,

making me feel strange, and I could only hide behind my father.
The ministers stood up and bowed, saying, "May the Prince of Wuling be well, and may Princess Linglong be well."
My father waved his hand in greeting, then pulled me to sit at the round tables on either side.
The emperor's seat was on a high platform in the center, where there were three solid red wooden chairs and three intricately carved

tables laden with countless delicacies. Clearly, the emperor had not yet arrived; the ministers chatted amongst themselves,

flattering each other. Backstage, actors were bustling in and out, nervously preparing.
I wondered if I was being too sensitive, but I kept feeling like someone was watching me. When I looked in that direction

, they all turned away naturally, as if nothing had happened.
"Don't look around," my father said without turning his head.
"Okay," I replied quietly, sitting up straight.
"The Emperor has arrived… The Empress has arrived… The Fourth Prince has arrived…" A shrill voice cut through the crowd, silencing

the garden instantly.
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empress! Long live the Fourth Prince!"
I rose with my father and knelt below the platform with the ministers, bowing my head in greeting.
"Rise. Take a seat." A majestic voice sounded above me, making me look up.
The old man, sitting upright on the dragon throne, looked haggard, yet his sternness and arrogance remained undeniable. He seemed

to see me; a flash of surprise crossed his eyes, but his expression remained unchanged.
"Let the play begin!" the emperor casually said to the eunuch beside him.
"The play begins..." Another shrill voice cut through the crowd, instantly bringing the garden to life again.
The play was lively, but unfortunately, I didn't enjoy it. I secretly glanced up at

Brother Yi, sitting beside the old emperor. I hadn't seen him for months; his chiseled features and handsome face captivated

me. He seemed to sense my gaze and slowly turned his head, giving me a slight smile. That

instant of tenderness overwhelmed me; my face involuntarily flushed, yet I still gazed at that handsome

face, returning his radiant smile.
Brother Yi turned back to watch the play, but I could see the corners of his mouth remained upturned. I helplessly

turned back to look at the actors on stage, utterly bewildered.
After the actors finished their performance, the old emperor finally put on a kind face and became friendly with his ministers. My father

was never one for words, even in this setting. He would only answer the emperor's questions, remaining silent otherwise.

He seemed refined and courteous, but in reality, he kept everyone at arm's length. Although I knew my father was always like this with

strangers , I always sensed a deep

impatience in his answers to the emperor.
"This must be the most beautiful woman in our Shuntian Dynasty," the old emperor said,

turning the conversation to me. My father frowned, and I hastily rose and knelt.
"Linglong greets Your Majesty," I said softly, head bowed.
"Hehe... Linglong is the daughter of the Prince of Wuling, so she's technically my niece.

I even gave her the name Linglong back then, hehe..." The old emperor looked down at me affectionately. "Later, Long'er

was also made a princess, but unfortunately, she rarely came to the palace, so I haven't seen her face clearly to this day. Come, raise your head,

let me see just how beautiful our Shuntian's number one beauty really is."
Actually, I've never thought myself particularly beautiful, nor do

I care about the title of number one beauty, but hearing the emperor's words today still made me happy. I thought that with the emperor's praise, I could be worthy of Brother Yi.
I slowly raised my head and smiled faintly at the emperor.
"Hehe... She really is beautiful... No wonder, no wonder, she's

captivated all the fine men of our Shuntian Dynasty." The old emperor said, seemingly teasingly.
I blushed, wondering if the emperor knew about Brother Yi and me, and could only

lower my head .
"Hehe... I'm in a good mood today, Linglong girl. How about this, I'll grant you a wish. Tell me what you want."
Unexpectedly, the Emperor suddenly offered to grant me a wish. I lowered my head and thought for a moment, then suddenly raised my head and said loudly,

"Long'er doesn't want anything. If Your Majesty really wants to bestow anything upon Long'er, then grant me marriage. I want

to marry him." I pointed at Brother Yi, simultaneously revealing a sweet smile.
In that instant, I clearly saw the surprise on Brother Yi's face.
And behind me, murmurs arose...
[The End
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