Pornographic affairs in the ghost house

As winter deepened, a sudden, auspicious snowfall blanketed the land in white for several days.
After the snow cleared, the imposing buildings of the Ghost Mansion stood majestically in the snow, exuding an air of solemnity.
The Ghost Mansion of the South and the Divine Palace of
the North were names known to all in the martial arts world. For centuries, the Ghost Mansion and the Divine Palace had ruled the martial arts world, maintaining a rivalry between the two. However, in recent years, the Ghost Mansion had attracted considerable attention. Firstly, seventeen years ago, the fifty-year-old master of the Ghost Mansion married the most beautiful woman in the land. Despite the age difference, the master's exceptional talent made them an enviable and loving couple. Sadly, the most beautiful woman died young, passing away three years later while giving birth, a tragic loss. Secondly, there was the son born to the master and the most beautiful woman. Rumor had it that the young master was unparalleled in beauty, surpassing even his mother's beauty, but he was born frail and likely destined for a short life.

The Lord of the Ghost Mansion, a hero of his time, couldn't resist the tenderness of having a son late in life. He doted on this little boy, treating him like a precious jewel. This young master of the Ghost Mansion wasn't arrogant or spoiled; he was exceptionally intelligent, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and possessed a refined literary talent. All who saw him were captivated, wishing he were their own child. He was perfect in every way, except for one congenital deficiency: a frail physique and chronic illness, which only added to his sickly appearance, making him all the more endearing.

The Lord of the Ghost Mansion cherished him even more, treating him with utmost care and affection. Under the Lord of the Ghost Mansion's boundless love, the young master grew up peacefully to the age of fourteen.
In the back garden of the Ghost Mansion, there was a plum grove with a thousand rare plum trees. A timely snowfall coaxed the plum trees into bloom, their green buds opening overnight, releasing a subtle fragrance, adding a touch of beauty to the snow-covered landscape.
“Yu Rong, you have served the young master since you were eight years old, and fourteen years have passed since then. You are past the age of marriage, and your uncle is worried sick about you. A few days ago, I found you a family to marry into…” The burly man took a break and pulled a pretty young girl to a quiet corner to ask her in a low voice.

The pretty girl looked reluctant: “Yu Rong lost her father and mother when she was young, and was fortunate to be taken in by my aunt so that she could stay in the Ghost Palace. When the young master was born, his wife passed away, and my aunt took on the responsibility of raising him. Yu Rong has been by the young master’s side ever since. When the young master was three years old, my aunt fell ill and passed away. Yu Rong was entrusted by my aunt to take care of the young master wholeheartedly. Heaven has mercy, Yu Rong has not failed my aunt’s trust, and the young master has now grown into a beautiful young man, loved by everyone.”

“It is indeed Yu Rong’s doing, but you are already old. If we delay any longer, how can your uncle face your deceased parents?” The burly man looked anxious.
The young woman sighed softly, "I am fortunate to serve the young master. My parents will rest in peace in the afterlife. Uncle, there's no need for further words. I need to find the young master some new clothes. His skin is delicate, and ordinary fabrics would surely cause him pain and itching. It's getting late, and I'll have to take my leave. Uncle, I must take my leave now."

The burly man watched the beautiful young woman bow and leave, and he stamped his foot in resentment. After a long sigh, he could only shake his head and depart.
As the music ended and the crowd dispersed, a slender figure suddenly emerged from among the plum blossoms in the garden. The newcomer was graceful and elegant. Her nose was like jade, and her eyes were like autumn water. Her eyebrows were naturally beautiful, and her lips were naturally red. Her hair was naturally beautiful enough to be styled, and her cheeks were like peach blossoms in the rain. Her appearance was stunning, truly a beauty that could topple kingdoms. Her slender, slightly frail figure added to her delicate beauty, making her all the more captivating. If not for her men's attire, one would truly mistake her for a beautiful woman.

The stunningly beautiful woman's delicate brows furrowed slightly, her nose wrinkled a little, revealing a hint of displeasure: "Even Fifth Brother is causing trouble again. Yu Rong is perfectly fine by my side, yet he's trying to instigate her to leave me. She's been so used to taking care of me since childhood; her departure would be very inconvenient. I need to think of a way."

Her voice was clear and melodious, with a touch of childlike capriciousness, which only made her exquisite beauty even more charming and endearing.
Having made up her mind, the woman plucked a red plum blossom from a nearby branch and slowly walked towards a small building at the end of the plum grove.
As they approached the small building, several beautiful women were already waiting at the door. Upon seeing the stunningly beautiful woman, they exclaimed in unison, "Young Master, where have you been? We maids were so worried! If Sister Yu Rong returns and you're not here, she'll punish us again!"
Just as the stunningly beautiful woman was about to speak, a clear, cheerful voice laughed, "Why would I punish you again?"
The stunningly beautiful woman turned around and saw the beautiful young woman standing behind her, holding several pieces of fine brocade. Upon seeing the young girl's face, disregarding the snow covering his clothes, he rushed forward and embraced the beautiful girl tightly: "Yu Rong, I'm cold!"
The beautiful girl handed the brocade she was carrying to the other maids, then grasped the stunningly beautiful girl's slender hands, her delicate brows furrowing: "No wonder you said I would punish you. Knowing that the young master can't stand the cold, why didn't you quickly close the door, light the brazier, and warm the young master?"

The maids dispersed upon hearing this, while the stunningly beautiful girl blinked her bright black eyes and smiled at the beautiful girl: "Yu Rong still cares for me the most."
The beautiful girl had served this stunningly beautiful girl since childhood, so she knew all about the little girl's tricks. She chuckled and pinched the little girl's delicate nose: "You went outside to eavesdrop on my conversation with my uncle again."
The little girl unhappily took off her fox fur coat, then went into the inner room and sat on the edge of the carved bed: "If Yu Rong leaves, Wu'er will be lonely."
"Don't worry, Young Master, Yu Rong won't leave." The beautiful young girl smiled when she saw the little boy's reluctance. Although the young master was exceptionally intelligent, he was still only fourteen years old and retained some childishness. She felt a pang of sadness. The young master's affection for her was only because he had grown accustomed to her service since childhood. If she left, it would only be a temporary discomfort, and he would forget her after a while.

Seeing the sudden sorrow in the girl's eyes, a mischievous glint appeared in the little boy's eyes. He rolled his eyes and wrapped his small hands around the beautiful young girl's slender waist: "Yu Rong, Wu'er is a little cold. Why don't you rest with me?"
"Okay." Because the young master had always been sensitive to cold and needed someone to warm his bed, the girl carried the little boy to the bed and then took off her outer robe to sleep with him.
After a short while, the bed became warm, and the little one began to complain of being hot. The beautiful young woman then slightly lifted the quilt, creating a small gap to let her back cool, before covering herself again and pressing her back against the little one. This was repeated seven or eight times. The beautiful young woman was now shivering from the cold, but she endured it without complaint, simply holding the little one still.

The little one, being exceptionally clever, was well aware of this, and his delicate, pure heart was now resting on the beautiful young woman's body. The beautiful young woman, well past twenty and physically mature, felt a stirring of desire as the boy's delicate hands caressed her. A blush crept onto her pretty face. She had served this young master since she was eight, watching him grow into a man of unparalleled beauty and charm, thus planting the seeds of love early in her heart. This was why she had repeatedly refused her uncle's arranged marriage. The young man, still so young, must have acted unintentionally, yet it had stirred the strings of her heart. A

selfish thought suddenly arose: if she could seize this opportunity to be intimate with her young master, to forge a bond of marital affection, she would gladly remain a concubine even if he didn't become her principal wife. Having made up her mind, the beautiful young woman, her hands trembling, slowly slipped into the quilt, shakily unfastening her own robe, and pressed her naked body close to the boy.

Although the boy was young, he was already fourteen, and his body and physique were fully developed. He was also well-versed in ancient and modern knowledge, and had read many miscellaneous books in his spare time. He also had some understanding of matters of love between men and women. When he felt the soft body exuding the fragrance of a virgin press against him, he knew that the beautiful girl had fallen in love.

Considering that her young master was still young, the beautiful girl blushed, gritted her teeth, and reached her jade-like hands into the boy's crotch. She gently squeezed and rubbed his small, smooth member. Before long, she felt that it had become hot and hard in her hands. When she looked up, she saw a pair of beautiful black eyes staring intently at her, and her fair earlobes blushed.

His body burned unbearably from the touch of the beautiful girl's hands, and his peerless face flushed crimson. He mimicked her actions, reaching between her legs to touch her mature private parts. The soft pubic hair tickled his hand, and he couldn't help but murmur a strange thought. Being underage, he didn't know that all men and women possess such things upon reaching adulthood. Curious, he lifted the covers to examine her closely. He saw her snow-white buttocks, her delicate slit, and thick, soft, dark pubic hair gently covering her thighs. He reached out and stroked it. This unintentional action further ignited the

beautiful girl's burning passion. She felt a warm, wet sensation in her private parts and looked down to see a patch of the blanket beneath her buttocks wet with fluid. Stealing a glance at the girl beside him, he saw that her small but erect member between her pinkish-white buttocks was already burning hot. He pushed her down onto the bed, leaned over her, and tremblingly took it into his mouth. Though small, it had become incredibly hard under her caresses, like a fleshy club, plunging deep into her flower core and breaking her virginity. The pain brought tears to her eyes, and she nearly choked, her pale body almost crushing the little man beneath her. She quickly took a deep breath, braced herself, and looked down at the little man beneath her. He

felt a tightness that made his area painful, and fearfully pulled back, wanting to withdraw, but the heat and moisture inside the beautiful woman made him reluctant, so he pushed in a little more. The beautiful girl, aroused by this movement, endured the pain of losing her virginity and lifted her buttocks to envelop her little master's small jade stem, stroking it. Her two snowy buttocks moved up and down, soon arousing the little man to a fever pitch, and he unconsciously thrust his full buttocks against that warm, moist place.

After thrusting about five or six hundred times, the little boy's body convulsed, and he released his first semen into her hot body.
Seeing that he had ejaculated, the beautiful young woman quickly and carefully lay down beside him, covering him with the quilt. His manhood, having just ejaculated, went limp and slid out of her body. To avoid disturbing him, the beautiful young woman, though feeling some discomfort, endured it and lay down beside him to sleep.

Once he was sound asleep, the beautiful young woman quietly got out of bed, dressed, and went back to her room to tidy up. After tidying up, she returned to the little boy's room, sat on the edge of the bed doing some needlework, and occasionally tucked him in to prevent him from getting cold from kicking off the covers.

When the little boy woke up, the beautiful young woman helped him comb his hair and get ready.
For the next few months, every night the little boy would pester the beautiful young woman with this playful behavior before finally falling asleep, much to her distress. It turned out that the young woman hadn't menstruated for three months. She had secretly left the manor to see a doctor and discovered she was pregnant. Realizing the timing, she realized it was from their first sexual encounter. After seeing the doctor, she was troubled, unsure whether to keep the child or get rid of it. However, upon returning to the manor

, she was summoned for questioning by the Ghost Mansion Lord. Trembling with fear, she entered the council hall, only to find the Lord with a joyful expression, and standing beside him was the doctor who had treated her. It turned out the doctor was from the Ghost Mansion and recognized the beautiful young woman as the young master's personal maid. Upon diagnosing her with pregnancy, he knew the child must be from the young master and had rushed to report to the Ghost Mansion Lord. The Ghost Lord, whose only son had been frail since childhood, had long intended to find a wife and children for him. Seeing the beautiful young woman's lovely face and graceful demeanor, he didn't pursue the matter of her seducing his young master. Instead, he summoned the girl's uncle, consulted her birth date and time, and chose an auspicious day to marry her.

The girl's uncle, unexpectedly becoming the Ghost Lord's in-law, was naturally overjoyed and readily agreed.
Thus, the girl became the Ghost Lord's young mistress. Knowing her lowly status, the girl never imagined she would become the young man's wife, and was overjoyed. She served him even more carefully.
In the blink of an eye, it was October of the following year. The osmanthus blossoms were in full bloom, and the air was filled with their fragrance; it was time for the Ghost Lord's young mistress to give birth.
Because his wife had died during childbirth, the Ghost Lord ordered people to travel to various places to collect elixirs and medicinal herbs to strengthen his daughter-in-law's body during her pregnancy. Unexpectedly, the elixir backfired; its medicinal power was absorbed by the unborn child, causing the fetus to grow excessively large. During labor, the beautiful young woman fainted several times. Ultimately, she died after giving birth to a son.

The young master of the Ghost Mansion, his once stunning beauty now pale, fainted while holding his beloved's soft hands, causing chaos throughout the entire mansion. The Ghost Mansion's master, holding his newborn grandson, discovered that the infant possessed immense internal strength from birth. Touching his bones, he couldn't help but weep; his grandson's bones were extraordinary, a natural martial arts prodigy. His only son, already fifteen, was exceptionally intelligent, but due to a congenital heart defect, he couldn't practice martial arts. His beloved wife had passed away, and he refused to remarry. Therefore, he had always worried about the Ghost Mansion's successor, which was why he had taken his son's maid as his daughter-in-law upon hearing of her pregnancy.

Heaven had finally granted him an heir, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion, tears streaming down his face. However, his joy was short-lived, quickly turning to despair. The reason was still the immense inner strength his grandson possessed from birth. Because of his young age, this inner strength surged wildly within him, causing the little child to repeatedly lose consciousness, his face flushed red.

The Ghost Mansion Master immediately gave instructions to his trusted confidants and then took his newborn grandson out of the Ghost Mansion to find a secluded place to properly raise this heir.
The young Ghost Mansion Master, upon awakening, was unusually calm, ordering the arrangements for his wife's funeral. In a single day, he seemed to have grown into a mature adult, becoming much more composed. Moreover, because he was inherently intelligent, his talents had not yet been fully revealed due to his young age. This incident, however, brought his abilities to the forefront.

After his father left the Ghost Mansion, he took charge of everything. Although he didn't know martial arts, his exceptional intelligence allowed him to manage the entire mansion with remarkable efficiency, earning everyone's respect.
However, one thing drew considerable criticism: less than a month after his wife's death, the young master of the Ghost Mansion took a stunningly beautiful woman as a concubine. Several months later, this concubine became pregnant, and while she was pregnant, he took another woman. However, given his naturally charming and handsome appearance, and his status as the young master of the Ghost Mansion, no one cared about his multiple wives and concubines.

Occasionally, the young master would miss his wife, who had died in childbirth, and this would also bring to mind his eldest son, who had been taken away by his father. But his nature was cold and indifferent; even these thoughts were fleeting, and he would soon return to the pleasures of love, indulging in the warmth and fragrance of women.
And the story, however, had only just begun…
Chapter One:

In the third month of spring, the scenery of Jiangnan was infinitely beautiful.
This picturesque town, known as Hundred Flowers Town, is famous because every household cultivates a hundred flowers. Every spring, the walls of each house are adorned with vibrant blooms, a truly beautiful sight.
Every year in March, when the flowers are in full bloom, Hundred Flowers Town holds a flower-competing competition. While the flowers aren't the national flowers of peony, they are nonetheless elegant and graceful. Furthermore, every household in Hundred Flowers Town brews wine from the flowers, attracting large crowds to admire the flowers and sample the wine during March.

When March arrives again, with its bright sunshine, every household displays their carefully brewed wine and meticulously cultivated flowers in front of their doors. Passersby can drink to their heart's content for just one coin, and for another coin, they can take a jar home. Although the wine is inexpensive, it is of exceptional quality, attracting many people to taste it every year, and you can still see these same people the following year. Flowers are for admiring; if you want to buy them, you have to wait until after the Flower Festival.

Passersby will see every household with their doors wide open, stacks of sealed wine jars piled up in front of them, and a porcelain bowl sitting unattended on the threshold, filled with a considerable number of copper coins. The people here are simple and honest; the townspeople make a living by farming, and growing flowers and brewing wine are just leisurely pleasures. Therefore, they don't care much about the amount of copper coins in the bowl; a single coin is just a small token. Don't assume no one is home; if you run out of wine, just call out, and someone will come out smiling with a wine jar.

A clean-shaven, plump old man tossed a coin into a porcelain bowl, then picked up a jar of wine, broke the sealed clay seal, and poured it into his mouth. Just as he was enjoying himself, several other people arrived, tossed a coin into their bowls, and drank. One of the young women, admiring the beautiful flowers in front of the door, called out, "Is anyone home?"

Seeing the young woman's delighted expression, the fat old man called out in a low voice, "Young lady, would you like to buy some flowers?"
The young woman nodded and said, "I find these flowers so beautiful and lovely, I'd like to buy a few pots to take home..."
"Young lady, these flowers aren't for sale." The fat old man wiped the wine from his lips, then put his fingers in his mouth and sucked on them, looking like a drunkard.
The young woman looked surprised: "Old man, what are you to this family?"
"I'm nothing, but I know these flowers aren't for sale. Because these flowers are used for..." The fat old man chuckled as the owner of the house came out.
Seeing the old man, he clearly knew him, and greeted him with a smile, then turned to the young woman and asked, "Did you call me, young lady?"
The young woman nodded. The owner asked, "Is there not enough wine?" The
young woman shook her head and smiled, "No, I can't hold my liquor very well. I called you out here just to buy flowers. But this old man said these flowers aren't for sale."
The owner smiled and glanced at the fat old man beside him, then bent down and picked up the flower the young woman was pointing to: "Does the young woman like this pot? You can buy it for just ten coins."
The young woman was delighted and quickly took out ten coins from her purse and handed them to the owner, then happily carried the flower away. The plump old man, surprised, grabbed the host who was about to enter and asked, "Brother Wen, in previous years these flowers weren't sold until after the Flower Competition. Why not this year?"

The host smiled and said to the plump old man, "Brother Bai, this year, the winner of the Flower Competition has already been decided on a peach tree at Old Man Yan's house at the end of town. So we're not waiting for the festival. If someone likes it, we'll sell it."
"Oh? Old Man Yan? Who is he?" The plump old man stroked his white beard, his eyes slightly glazed with drunkenness.
"Old Man Yan is still the same strange man who came from elsewhere three years ago. He lives in a bamboo hut at the end of town. You can see him if you keep going down. The peach tree he grows is truly beautiful, so everyone admires him." The host pointed in a direction and went inside.

The plump old man wiped his mouth, continued drinking, finished three jars of wine, then tossed a copper coin into a porcelain bowl, picked up a jar of wine, and headed towards the end of town.
Following the indicated direction, after walking about a mile, one comes to a courtyard enclosed by a bamboo fence, within which a hundred flowers bloom. The flowers vie for attention, a riot of color, a vibrant tapestry of red and white. The garden's spring colors cannot be contained, each bloom a riot of brilliance. The fragrant breeze carries showers of crimson petals. A flock of birds sings, interspersed with a warbling oriole. Bees flit about seeking buds, while butterflies, searching for blossoms, gather in pairs atop the branches. Countless half-open, half-bloomed flowers, their delicate purples and reds, are a breathtaking scene of springtime beauty.

Pushing aside the bamboo fence, one sees a young child squatting on the ground, intently tending to a potted plant. A plump old man crept closer, only to see the child deftly flick his left hand, sending a bamboo shovel, used for digging, hurtling towards the old man with a whoosh.
The plump old man was startled, instinctively dodging to the side and using the wine jar in his hand to block the spill. With a crash, the jar shattered into pieces on the ground. Looking at the spilled wine, he exclaimed in pity, then clicked his tongue and turned to look at the bamboo stick embedded in the doorframe. The stick was seven-tenths of an inch into the wood, still trembling, a testament to the profound skill of the person who threw it.

He frowned, then turned again to look at the little child squatting on the ground, repeatedly saying how strange it was. This child was only three or four years old, yet his skill was more than thirty or forty years old—that was the first strange thing. The child didn't turn around; he casually tossed the bamboo stick, and it flew towards him as if it had eyes—incredibly accurate—that was the second strange thing. The third strange thing was that even though he was confident in his own skill, he couldn't escape the child's ears, demonstrating the child's exceptional hearing.

"Bu Gui, have guests arrived?" A deep voice entered the old man's ears from inside the thatched hut, startling him again. The thatched hut was ten zhang away from where he was, and the speaker's voice was so powerful it sounded as if it were right in his ear—such skill was unparalleled. What surprised him even more was that the voice sounded somewhat familiar. He thought of the townsman who had just guided him—Old Man Yan… Old Man Yan, could it be him?

“Grandpa, an old man barged in.” The little boy looked up at the plump old man, who was involuntarily flustered by the cold, piercing eyes. Avoiding the sharpness of those eyes, the old man carefully examined the little boy. The boy had a full moon face, newly shaped eyebrows, bright, piercing eyes, a sharply defined nose, and thin lips like painted cinnabar—a handsome appearance. Most remarkably, his forehead glowed with a radiant light, his inner energy emanating from his dantian. The radiance beneath his skin made the little boy even more adorable, suggesting that his inner strength had reached a state of perfection. "Truly astonishing! Even ordinary martial artists who practice for seventy or eighty years wouldn't possess such internal strength. This little child, who might not even be able to walk steadily, already has such power...

" "Don't be rude!" the man inside the hut shouted. The little child pouted and glared at the plump old man. The plump old man, startled by the child's glare, felt the child's imposing aura and unconsciously took two steps back. Seeing the child nonchalantly make a face, the plump old man blushed. He felt a pang of shame; after decades of wandering the martial world and having a small reputation, he felt weak and intimidated by this little child's glare. He was truly ashamed.

However, if it were someone else, it wouldn't be too shameful. The plump old man sang a fat croak, bowed to the thatched hut, and respectfully asked, "Is the Ghost Lord of the Ghost Mansion, 'Cloud Ghost Swallow' Yan Hexing, Venerable Lord Yan?"
The person in the thatched hut remained silent, but the little boy frowned, a look of doubt on his face. The little boy was still a little boy, and this frown gave him away. The plump old man knew that the person in the thatched hut was the Ghost Lord, and a hint of joy appeared on his fair old face: "This old man, Bai Buzui, had met Venerable Lord a few times many years ago. I wonder if Venerable Lord remembers this old man?"

"So it's the Immortal Wine Elder." The person in the thatched hut smiled, and the tightly closed door of the thatched hut slowly opened. A seventy-year-old man in coarse cloth clothes, with long hair covering his face, walked out smiling.
The little boy, who had been squatting on the ground, saw the old man and called out "Grandpa," and leaped to the old man's side. The plump old man clearly understood that this was the "Swallow Returning to the Forest" move. Because the child's skill was extraordinary, this seemingly ordinary light-footed skill appeared incredibly powerful.

The seventy-year-old man lifted his long hair covering his face, revealing a ruddy complexion, white hair, a youthful face, silkworm eyebrows, tiger eyes, aquiline nose, and full lips. Coupled with his imposing seven-foot frame, he looked majestic and extraordinary. The plump old man sighed inwardly; this Ghost Mansion Lord was indeed handsome. No wonder the most beautiful woman in the world, at the age of sixteen, was willing to marry him when he was already over fifty. Suppressing his feelings, the old man who called himself Bai Buzui bowed to the old man.

The seventy-year-old man embraced the child who had thrown himself into his arms with one hand, and with a slight movement of the other, the plump old man felt as if his body was being supported by a wall of energy, and his bow was halted halfway through. With a chuckle, the plump old man straightened up and smiled at the other old man, saying, "So, Your Excellency has settled in Hundred Flowers Town. I've come here every year to savor the Hundred Flowers Wine, but I never expected to finally meet Your Excellency now."

The seventy-year-old man waved his hand with a smile, "I'm just an old man named Yan who grows flowers. Brother Bai, please
don't address me like that." Bai Buzui was a clever man and naturally knew that the seventy-year-old man didn't want to reveal his true identity, so he shamelessly addressed the old man as Old Man Yan, "Old Man Yan, is this your grandson?"
The seventy-year-old man stroked the child's head with a loving expression, "Brother Bai is right. This is my son's eldest son, named Bugui. He just turned three last October. My wife was unlucky and passed away after giving birth to Bugui. My son was born weak and couldn't bear the responsibility of raising a child, so I took Bugui out and carefully trained him. Now he's clever and well-behaved, which is a good way to honor his deceased mother."

"Three years old?" Bai Buzui was still secretly astonished. Looking closer, he saw that the child's eyes had lost their brilliance. Aside from his skin being whiter and more translucent than that of ordinary children, there was nothing unusual about him. He was even more surprised; this child's internal energy had already reached a level of complete control. Such profound cultivation at such a young age meant he would surely be an extraordinary figure when he grew up. "Congratulations, Old Man Yan, on having such a fine grandson! A truly joyous occasion!"

The old man laughed heartily, stroking his beard, his face beaming with joy. "This old man is also extremely pleased to have such a fine grandson. May I ask what brings you here, Brother Bai?"
"Ah!" Bai Buzui smiled, remembering his original purpose for visiting. "I heard from a family on the street that this year's Flower Queen has been decided, so I was curious and came to see... I didn't expect to meet you, Old Man Yan..."
The old man smiled without speaking, while the little child nestled in his arms had a hint of joy in his eyes: "Grandpa, has the peach blossom I planted really been chosen as the Flower Queen?"
"What, the peach blossom is..." Bai Buzui pointed at the little child in surprise, feeling a little astonished. "Could it be that the peach blossom was planted by your grandson?"
"That's right, Bugui loves to plant flowers when he has nothing to do, just like his grandmother who passed away many years ago..." There was a hint of sadness in his eyes. Noticing the old man's emotional fluctuation, the little child, though expressionless, grabbed the old man's long beard and stroked it again and again. The old man's sorrow vanished, replaced by a smile. "Little boy, take Grandpa Bai to see the peach tree you planted."

The little boy nodded, merely nodding to Bai Buzui, and without waiting for his response, walked on. Bai Buzui secretly thought that although the little boy was young, he possessed considerable domineering spirit. If properly guided, he would bring great fortune to the martial world; if not, he might become a scourge.

Putting aside his thoughts, he didn't stop, following the little boy through the flowers. The garden wasn't large, and soon they reached the thatched hut. Before even passing the hut, Bai Buzui smelled an extremely elegant floral fragrance. Turning past the hut, he saw a peach tree blooming in the wind. The peach blossoms were as large as bowls, their fragrance filling the air, and the tree trunk resembled a giant dragon soaring in mid-air. Upon closer inspection, the peach blossoms were different from ordinary peach blossoms, a mixture of red, white, and purple—truly extraordinary.

"Did you plant these flowers?" Bai Buzui smiled, pointing to the peach blossoms as large as bowls. Such enormous peach blossoms were probably unseen anywhere else in the world.
The little boy picked a blossom and handed it to Bai Buzui, saying, "Grandpa Bai, this is a ten-thousand-year-old icy spring. This peach tree is a natural wonder, absorbing the essence of the icy spring. I was just taking good care of it. Grandpa Bai, please accept this peach blossom. It absorbs the essence of the icy spring and has the function of clearing heat and healing poisons. Consider this peach blossom your apology for breaking your wine jar, okay?" Bai Buzui

smiled and accepted it. The peach blossom felt incredibly cold to the touch, almost too cold to handle. He quickly tore off a piece of his clothing and wrapped it around the blossom. "Thank you for the flower, little brother."
"No need to be polite. I should apologize for breaking your wine jar." The little boy forced a smile and left.
Bai Buzui shook his head. This little boy seemed cold on the outside but warm on the inside; he would surely be a lucky star in the martial arts world when he grew up. Back in the front yard, the seventy-year-old man was looking at the little child with loving eyes. Seeing him approach, he smiled and said, "Brother Bai, my thatched hut doesn't have any fine wine, so I can't entertain you. I won't see you off any further."

Knowing that the old man didn't want him to stay any longer, Bai Buzui made a polite remark and turned to leave. As soon as he pushed open the door, a gust of wind suddenly swept past him. Reaching out, he caught a jade pendant, warm and smooth as jade. Just as he was wondering what it was, he heard the old man's voice as if it were right next to his ear: "Brother Bai, could you please go to my house and ask my son to send someone to fetch his grandson home for a get-together? The old man doesn't want his relationship with his son to become strained."

Looking at the jade pendant in his hand, he saw a swallow engraved on it and knew it was still a token from the Ghost Palace. He felt flattered and replied with a smile
, "Don't worry, Father, I will definitely deliver this message to your residence within three days. Farewell." "Even if you're not coming back, you should pack your things. Three days will pass quickly." The old man stroked the child's face and smiled. "If you don't like it, come back."
"Yes, Grandpa." The child wasn't clingy, so he nodded and went into the thatched hut. The old man sat under the flowering tree in the courtyard, basking in the sun with a smile, looking just like an ordinary old man. "Solo Dance, oh solo dance, it's time you met the one who never returns."

Yan Bugui frowned as he looked at the little baby who had crawled onto his feet. Seeing the baby's mouth agape, dripping saliva onto his shoes, a clear look of disgust appeared on his small face. He bent down slightly, picked up the baby with his fingers, and without thinking, intended to throw him away. But the baby kicked uncomfortably, its hands clinging tightly to his, babbling incoherently, "Di...di..."

Closer to the baby's mouth, Yan Bugui finally understood that the baby was calling for "Daddy.
" "Daddy?" Yan Bugui looked up in confusion, following the baby's crawling path. He saw a stone pavilion nestled among the flowers. Inside, there were no tables or chairs, only a soft couch covered with thick fox fur, and on the couch lay a graceful figure in white. The little baby he was carrying called out happily, "Di, Di..."

This must be the baby's father. Yan Bugui strode forward, carrying the baby, ready to argue with the man in white. He didn't remember ever going around harassing people like this before. With a furrowed brow, his small body slowly approached the soft couch in the pavilion. As soon as he stepped into the stone pavilion, Yan Bugui smelled a sweet, delicate fragrance. Always fond of flowers, he brought his nose close and smelled a fragrance that was neither quite nor quite like orchids. The closer he got, the stronger the scent became. His nose twitched, and following the fragrance, Yan Bugui saw a sachet hanging at the side of the man in white's waist.

The delicate swallow pattern on the sachet made him frown. He took a few steps back, watching the graceful, alluring figure from behind. His little mind raced. Although he was only three years old, his grandfather had taught him many things since he was seven or eight and could read. This naturally included the affairs of the Ghost Mansion, because his grandfather had told him from a young age that he was the future master of the Ghost Mansion. Although he didn't understand why he had to take over the Ghost Mansion, he still loved learning. He felt that even if he didn't have to take over the Ghost Mansion in the future, it would be good to learn more.

Judging from the swallow embroidered with gold thread, this person was of high status. In that case, the little child in his hands couldn't be harmed, otherwise, how could he rule his subordinates in the future? So he carefully placed the little baby on the soft couch. As soon as the little baby touched the white-robed person's foot, he grinned and pounced on it.

The sleeping figure in white, annoyed by the baby's rubbing against her, kicked the child high into the air with a powerful stomp. Yan Bugui, startled, instinctively leaped forward and caught the amused baby. Once firmly on the ground, her beautiful eyes glared angrily at the sleeping figure in white who had turned away. Upon seeing the figure, she was stunned; her anger vanished instantly. Slowly bringing her face closer to the beautiful face, lost in reverie, Yan Bugui was completely mesmerized.

The white-clad figure had slightly disheveled black hair spread across the soft couch, further accentuating their snow-white skin. Their delicate eyebrows, like crescent moons, were naturally beautiful, and thick eyelashes cast alluring shadows in their jade-like eye sockets. A straight, elegant nose added a touch of heroism to their exquisite features, and their cherry-like lips, slightly parted, hinted at a smile, exuding charm even in their sleep. A pair of dimples on their cheeks were irresistibly alluring. Their white robes, worn in a slumber, were half-torn, revealing a slender, elegant neck, slightly protruding collarbones, and two faintly visible pink nipples… even a slender waistline could be seen…

Yan Bugui heard a loud gulping sound of swallowing, startling him. Looking around, he saw no one in the pavilion except for the baby he was carrying. Could the sound have come from him? She pricked up her ears and listened carefully, making sure no one else was around. Her eyes turned to that stunningly beautiful face, and she was captivated by it again. She slowly moved closer to the still sleeping man in white.

"What a beautiful older sister! Let's take this pretty sister home and hide her away. She's mine, no one else can see her. Ahh, how could this brat hug her like that?" Yan Bugui watched as the little boy's dirty little hands left countless handprints on the beautiful older sister's white dress, and then saw the little boy clinging to the white-clad woman's slender waist, rubbing against her. He was furious and quickly pulled the little boy away from the white-clad woman. The little boy, pulled away from a familiar body, struggled with his little arms and legs and burst into tears.

Yan Bugui was startled by the deafening cry and quickly looked at the beautiful older sister who was sleeping soundly. He saw her crescent-shaped eyebrows slightly furrowed, her thick eyelashes slowly trembling, and her beautiful eyes, filled with a hint of lust, slowly opened.
"So beautiful..." Yan Bugui stared blankly at those slowly opening, clear, bright eyes, their black and white contrasting sharply, shimmering with a thousand charms in every glance, making even the most beautiful spring scenery pale in comparison.
"Buzhuo, what are you doing?" Hearing the deafening cry, the person in white stretched, and her loose robe slipped down her shoulders, revealing a fair and delicate body.
Yan Bugui rushed forward and pulled the robe up, covering the delicate skin.
Yan Duwu was startled by the small figure that flew up before her. Her beautiful, watery eyes stared blankly at the somewhat kind-looking little boy who was straightening her clothes with a stern face. "Big sister, from now on, only I can see your body. You're not allowed to sleep here anymore."

Hearing the little boy's clear, childlike voice, Yan Duwu couldn't help but smile, her red lips curving into a captivating smile. "Big sister?"
Big sister's voice was so beautiful, like pearls falling on a jade plate, like a baby oriole's first song... clear and melodious, yet with a slight huskiness from waking up, making it even more alluring and enchanting. And, big sister's smile was so beautiful...
"Big sister, when Bugui grows up, will you be Bugui's wife? Bugui will love you very much." Yan Bugui looked earnestly at that stunning face, but her bright, starry eyes were absentmindedly fixed on the little baby he was carrying.

Yan Duwu watched with amusement as the little boy carried her son. She gently stroked the baby's rosy cheeks, and the baby, smelling the familiar scent, immediately sucked on her delicate finger. The sucking sound displeased Yan Bugui, who lifted the baby and carried him out onto the grass outside the pavilion. Yan Duwu withdrew her finger

, her beautiful eyes wide with curiosity as the little boy angrily carried her son out of the pavilion, then angrily returned to her.
"Big sister, did you hear that? You belong to Bugui alone, so you can't look at others. You can only look at Bugui," Yan Bugui said, staring directly into her beautiful eyes.
The boy's overbearing arrogance and possessiveness, beyond his years, made Yan Duwu burst into laughter. Her laughter was like a hundred flowers blooming, adding a touch of allure to her already stunning beauty. It was a laugh that nearly made Yan Bugui lose his mind.

Laughing so hard she almost choked, Yan Duwu lay on the soft couch, her jade-like face flushed, making her skin appear even whiter and more radiant. Her slender waist made her look even more pitiful.
Stepping forward, he gently patted the beauty's back to soothe her, his brows furrowed. "What's so funny, elder sister? What did Bu Gui say wrong?"
"Bu Gui?" Looking down at the handsome face with her beautiful eyes, her smile deepened, and dimples appeared. "Your name is Bu Gui?"
"Yes, my name is Yan Bu Gui. Remember it well, elder sister!" Yan Bu Gui inhaled the delicate fragrance emanating from her, her clear eyes filled with a faint look of infatuation.
Yan Bu Gui? Yan Duwu smiled. He gently reached out his jade-like hand and pinched the full moon-shaped cheek. No wonder she looked somewhat familiar; her appearance was strikingly similar to his wife, who had died in childbirth. Perhaps it had been too long, and he had somewhat forgotten her features; he hadn't recognized her at first glance. He chuckled softly, then reached out and played with his son's soft, pigtails. "I thought you wouldn't arrive until tomorrow, you're back so soon..."

Yan Bugui tilted his head away in confusion, avoiding the hand pinching his cheek. He didn't understand what this pretty older sister was talking about. "Big sister, will you come home with me?"
"No, big sister, it's Dad!" Yan Duwu didn't care that her appearance resembled a woman's; in fact, she was quite pleased with her stunning beauty. It seemed that her son, whom she hadn't seen since birth, was quite fond of her looks. That was good; it saved him a lot of trouble.

"Dad?" Not understanding how the pretty older sister had become Dad, Yan Bugui's clear eyes showed some confusion. Although he was intelligent, he was still only a three-year-old child.
"Yes, it's Dad!" Hmm, this son's skin was so dry and smooth to the touch, much more comfortable than those two clingy kids at home. He reached out and pinched the firm bridge of that nose. The more he looked at the child, the more he thought he resembled Yu Rong. So today he was unusually patient; normally he would have ignored him and continued his sweet dreams. "Not Big Sister!"

A little disappointed, his eyes darted around, then he nodded. "Alright, Dad it is. But you can only be Dad to one person, okay?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard those beautiful red lips part slightly... With a melodious laugh, Yan Duwu sat up, stepped off the soft couch, and walked out of the stone pavilion. He picked up the little baby crawling around on the grass and brought him to Yan Bugui: "Bugui, this is your second brother. You also have a third brother who is not yet a month old. I'm afraid Father won't be able to be Bugui's father alone."

He looked angrily at the little baby lying on his snow-white chest, his little mouth rubbing against the pink nipple and sucking. His little face turned from white to red with anger. He leaped up and suddenly pulled the little baby away from Yan Duwu's arms.
Gently rubbing the nipple, which was covered in the baby's saliva, Yan Duwu fastened her sash, then bent down and tapped the baby's mouth in Yan Bugui's hands: "Greedy little devil, Daddy doesn't have the milk you want to drink. Bugui, you can't do that, you'll hurt Buzhuo."

With a cold face, Yan Bugui angrily put the baby on the ground, then glared at Yan Duwu: "So, you're not just my daddy anymore?"
Yan Duwu chuckled: "Yes, Bugui has two younger brothers."
"Then if I kill them, you'll be my daddy alone, right?" Yan Bugui's face tightened, and he gathered his strength in one hand, preparing to slap the baby.
Yan Duwu frowned, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing. What kind of child had her father raised Bugui to be! He bent down, meeting the small eyes in their gaze, and gestured with one hand behind his back towards the shadows: "Bugui, if you kill them, Daddy won't want you anymore. Then Bugui won't have a Daddy." "

If I kill them, Daddy won't want me anymore? Then I won't kill them, but how can Daddy be mine alone?" Yan Bugui placed the little baby on the soft grass, then stood up and looked into those beautiful eyes, leaving Yan Duwu speechless.

Just then, a force swept past Yan Bugui. Bugui's eyes turned cold, and he unconsciously raised his palm to strike the source of the force. A dark figure suddenly scooped up the little baby from beside Yan Bugui, dodging Bugui's palm strike, and landed just beside Yan Duwu. With a loud boom

, Bugui's powerful palm strike created a large hole in the grass where the little baby had just been. Yan Duwu stared blankly at the large hole in the ground, and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. How did his father teach his son? He remembered that his son was only three years old. How could he have such profound internal strength?

Yan Bugui raised his eyes, looking at the man in black who had dodged his palm strike. The man appeared to be in his early twenties, with a handsome face, and his cold, piercing eyes were staring at him with suspicion. Yan Bugui raised his handsome eyebrows and asked, "Who are you? How did you manage to dodge my Hundred Absolute Palms?"

"Young Master's skill is profound, but his combat experience is lacking. I was merely lucky this time." Because he was holding the infant, it was inconvenient for him to bow, so he simply nodded slightly to Yan Bugui, his face expressionless.
Yan Bugui's small face was furrowed in confusion, his beautiful, clear eyes quietly watching Yan Duwu standing to the side, as if needing confirmation from him.
Yan Duwu was struggling to answer her son's strange question when she saw the man in black. Her eyes lit up, and she quickly smiled at the still doubtful little boy, saying, "Bugui, his martial arts are the best in the world. If you can defeat him, Daddy will be yours alone."

"Really?" He looked at the beautiful face uncertainly. Why did he feel that there was some kind of conspiracy in those bright eyes?
"Young Master..." The man in black was startled. A crack appeared on his cold face. From that attack just now, he knew that the young master's skill was definitely above his own. If he hadn't been good at light footwork and had rich combat experience, that palm strike would have killed him.

Yan Duwu glared at the man in black with her beautiful eyes, signaling him to be quiet. Then, she flashed a stunning smile at her son, whom she was meeting for the first time. She knew her smile was always beautiful, and it seemed to work quite well on her son: "You saw it yourself. He easily dodged your palm strike and even managed to snatch your brother away from you. Don't you think he's stronger than you?"

Although Yan Bugui was clever, he was still young. Seeing the man in black's natural expression, as if he hadn't been affected by her palm strike at all, he couldn't help but believe her somewhat.
Seeing the expression on the little boy's face, Yan Duwu smiled even more broadly: "If you're still not sure, then you can have a match with him now. If you win, I'll be your father alone."
Yan Bugui's bright eyes darted back and forth between Yan Duwu and the man in black. The man in black felt a little breathless under Yan Bugui's bright and sharp eyes. His young master looked delicate and frail, but he was incredibly clever—or, to put it bluntly, mischievous. He didn't want to fight the future Lord of the Ghost Mansion; the heir personally trained by the Lord was not to be underestimated. He knew this child was only three years old, yet his skill was so profound—no wonder he was the future Lord of the Ghost Mansion.

After thinking for a long time, Yan Bugui finally nodded: "Alright, give me four years, and I will definitely come back and defeat him."
He then glanced at the laughing beauty, stomped his foot in annoyance, and with a nimble somersault, disappeared in a few leaps.
He knew this tactic of feigned retreat would succeed. Yan Duwu blinked her bright eyes, took the baby from the arms of the man in black beside her, and affectionately nodded at the baby's pink nose: "Buzhuo, isn't your father amazing? Look, your brother was tricked away by your father. Actually, I don't think your brother would really kill you. It's really a bit bad that your brother left after less than a day at home."

The baby didn't understand, and his little hands reached for the woman's pink, jade-like face, startling her so much that she hurriedly threw the baby back into the man in black's arms. Fortunately, the man in black knew Yan Duwu's temper and had been waiting for the right moment, catching the baby steadily.

"Young Master, you must be careful. If the Second Madam sees this, she'll faint again," the man in black warned in a low voice, yawning slightly as he slowly walked back to the woman in the stone pavilion.
Hearing the man in black's words, the stunningly beautiful woman turned and gave him a radiant and alluring smile, but that smile instantly transformed into a cold, sharp glint: "Qingyi, you know my temper, don't you!"
The man in black shivered and lowered his head: "Qingyi knows!"
"Good that you know." The stunningly beautiful woman smiled sweetly again, then lay back down on the soft couch to continue her sweet sleep, as if nothing had happened.
The man in black looked at the little baby wriggling in his arms and sighed softly. He had long known that his young master was a cold-blooded person. Even his own son was just a toy to relieve his loneliness...

Chapter Two
"Husband, are you really going to that Lai family's place?" A beautiful young woman in a light yellow dress, with a slightly uneasy expression, combed the stunningly beautiful woman's smooth, black hair as she sat before the mirror.
Yan Duwu responded lightly, then raised her eyes and affectionately pinched the beautiful young woman's rosy cheek: "What, are you worried?"
"Hmm." The young woman nodded, her beautiful face filled with worry. "That man surnamed Lai is a scoundrel, despicable and shameless, always doing low-life things. Husband..."
Yan Duwu slowly stood up, letting her black hair fall to her waist, then blinked her bright eyes: "Aqi, why do you have so little faith in your own cousin?"
The young woman sighed: "It's precisely because he's my cousin that I'm worried. My parents died when I was young, and I've always lived with my uncle. I know that scoundrel's nature best. From a young age, he's been a wicked rogue who does all sorts of evil, skilled in drinking, gambling, and whoring, squandering the family fortune that my aunt and uncle worked so hard to build up in just a few years. Later, he even set his sights on me, actually selling me to..."

As if she were speaking of bitterness, the young woman's beautiful eyes filled with tears, her face full of sorrow.
Yan Duwu gently embraced the young woman's slender waist, then sighed softly, "Aqi, don't be so sad anymore. If it weren't for this, how could we have met?"
The young woman took out a silk handkerchief and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, then smiled sweetly at Yan Duwu, "This is my good fortune. Although I was sold to a brothel by that scoundrel, I was fortunate enough to meet my husband. He didn't despise my past life as a withered flower and took me in. This is a blessing I earned in my past life."

Yan Duwu extended her snow-white slender fingers and used her fingertips to wipe away the beautiful young woman's tears, then gently pressed them against her beautiful cheek, "This is also a blessing I earned in my past life, Aqi. Don't worry, Lai Anyu's success today is entirely due to the Ghost Mansion's support. I don't think he would dare to do anything to me!"

"But that scoundrel has a penchant for homosexuality, and my husband is an absolute beauty..." The beautiful young woman hesitated, raising her exquisite face. Her clear eyes reflected the stunningly beautiful face before her. Even though she had seen him a thousand times, gazing upon his breathtaking beauty still captivated her. Her husband's beauty was so striking that she couldn't even feel jealousy; all she felt was admiration. If they weren't husband and wife, she would have truly thought her husband was a beautiful woman disguised as a man.

Yan Duwu frowned, her pretty brows furrowed, her bright eyes filled with disgust. "Don't worry, I only like the soft fragrance of a woman's body. I despise such vulgar things, how could I..."
"I know my husband won't have any intimate dealings with that scoundrel, but that scoundrel has been coveting your looks for a long time, and I'm afraid you..." The beautiful young woman still looked uneasy. "I'll accompany you, my husband."
Yan Duwu put his arm around the beautiful young woman's slender waist and said, "No need. Aqi still needs to stay in the manor to take care of Buqi. It's inconvenient for her to go out. Besides, I have many guards to protect me, so don't worry."
The beautiful young woman sighed softly and nodded. "Alright then, my husband, please be careful on this trip."
Yan Duwu nodded, a captivating smile curving his red lips, and slowly went out the door. Watching the departing figure, the beautiful young woman looked at the wooden comb in her hand and exclaimed "Oh!" She hurriedly chased after him, catching up with the tall and slightly slender figure at the door: "Husband, your hair is not combed properly."

Yan Duwu picked up a tuft of black hair from his chest and smiled: "I almost forgot, could you lend me the comb from your hand, madam?"
A beautiful young woman handed over a wooden comb, and Yan Duwu casually tied her long, black hair into a knot at the back of her head, securing it with the comb. Her casualness exuded a touch of alluring charm. The woman then smoothed Yan Duwu's disheveled clothes and tidied the strands of hair that fell casually across her jade-like face before reluctantly seeing her off to the carriage that was already waiting at the door. Only

after the carriage had disappeared from sight did the woman sigh softly and return to her room.
Yan Duwu slowly stepped from the side of the boat onto the pavilion in the middle of the lake. She saw a handsome man sitting in the pavilion, smiling broadly as he greeted her, and then she heard the creaking of the oars beside her. He turned his head and watched the small boat that had brought him there slowly sail away under the boatman's control. His brows furrowed slightly. "Young Master Lai, what is the meaning of this?"

The handsome man who greeted him with a smile had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a straight nose, full lips, and a tall and imposing figure. He was quite handsome, but his eyes were slightly slanted upwards, and his pupils were always darting around, giving him a somewhat wicked look that made him seem very unserious. The man rolled his eyes, then smiled and said, "Brother-in-law, there's no need to be suspicious. We're family; would I, your brother, harm you? It's just that the matter we need to discuss is very confidential. Look, this pavilion in the middle of the lake is surrounded by water, about a hundred feet from the shore. It can prevent any petty people from coming to discuss confidential matters."

Yan Duwu slowly stepped onto the pavilion, then stood before the handsome man, a faint smile appearing on her beautiful face. "Is that so? It's just discussing recent silk business; it's not a confidential matter. Young Master Lai, you're being too cautious."
"That's not quite right. Recently, our silk shop has inexplicably lost seventy or eighty percent of its business. This is no small matter. I suspect there must be some trickery involved, so being cautious is not excessive." The handsome man stepped forward, smelling the delicate, sweet fragrance emanating from Yan Duwu, and was instantly captivated.

Yan Duwu subtly avoided the body that leaned closer, her beautiful eyes glancing at the intoxicated gaze. She thought to herself, "This scoundrel deliberately arranged to meet me in this lakeside pavilion; he clearly has ill intentions." The pavilion was a hundred feet from the shore; if anything happened, she'd be helpless. She had to be careful and avoid suffering the consequences of her actions at the hands of this scoundrel. Thinking this, she lifted the hem of her robe and sat down on a stone chair in the pavilion. "Young Master Lai," she said, "why isn't your host here to greet his guest? What are you doing standing there?"

The handsome man's expression instantly returned to normal. His thieving eyes darted around, and he strode into the pavilion. "Brother-in-law is right," he said, "it is I who have neglected your honored guest. Come, come, let me punish myself with three cups."
He then picked up the wine jug, poured three cups of wine, and drank them down.
Yan Duwu sneered inwardly, watching the handsome man finish the three cups of wine before him. She then picked up the wine pot and refilled his cup, saying, "Come, brother-in-law, let me first toast the renowned young master of the Ghost Mansion. I hope you won't refuse."
Yan Duwu picked up the cup, smelled it, and then licked a little wine from her delicate red lips, tasting it on her tongue. The wine was fine, a top-grade Daughter's Red wine aged for decades. It was just a pity that something inappropriate had been added to this fine wine. A charming smile appeared on her lips, and she downed the wine in one gulp. Although it contained something inappropriate, it wasn't a big deal—just a little aphrodisiac. She had already tasted the ingredients; it was nothing more than deer antler, tiger penis, and some other aphrodisiacs—not some special secret medicine.

At worst, she could find her wives and concubines to relieve the effects when she returned home.
Seeing Yan Duwu drink the wine, the handsome man finally showed a relieved expression. He then poured more wine into a cup and handed it to Yan Duwu, saying, "Brother-in-law, come, have another cup."
Yan Duwu put down the cup and said seriously, "Young Master Lai, we've had our drinks and exchanged greetings. Can we talk business now?"
The handsome man chuckled softly, "Brother-in-law, you're too polite. You keep calling me 'Young Master Lai,' it's making me angry. Is it because your family is so powerful and wealthy that you don't want to associate with me?" He
smiled but didn't speak. This rogue was right; he didn't want to be related to this rogue. Ever since he took Qi Niang into his household at the end of last year, this rogue had been destitute because his family fortune had been exhausted. When he learned that his cousin had become his concubine, he started swindling people everywhere under the guise of the Ghost Mansion. He had no choice but to give up the silk business, one of the Ghost Mansion's many businesses, to this rogue. Unexpectedly, this fellow has some skill; in just six months, he's expanded his silk business several times over, opening seven or eight branches. While this is due to the rogue's shrewd management, he understands that the reputation of the Ghost Mansion is also the reason for his rapid expansion. No one in the entire Jiangnan region dares to disrespect the Ghost Mansion.

Seeing Yan Duwu remain silent, the handsome man, feeling awkward, could only laugh awkwardly: "Brother-in-law, you know why I'm here. Recently, someone has ruined my silk shop's business, causing losses of nearly 70%. This is clearly disrespecting the Ghost Mansion, brother-in-law..."

This man is truly a rogue; he himself has made his unwillingness to associate very clear, yet he still calls him "brother-in-law," which makes Yan Duwu feel disgusted. He stands up and flicks his sleeve: "If it's just that, then it's easy. I'll go back and have someone investigate carefully. Young Master Lai, could you please call a boat so I can return to shore?"

"Why are you leaving after only a short while? Brother-in-law, it's a rare occasion for us to get together, we should have a good drink. Come, let's have a few more cups. Besides..." The handsome man stood up, stopped Yan Duwu's sleeve, and pulled him into his arms. His hands encircled Yan Duwu's waist, and his lips, reeking of alcohol, were about to kiss Yan Duwu's beautiful face. "Brother-in-law, I've liked you for a long time. Today, please let me relieve my longing..."

"Insolence!" Yan Duwu slapped the handsome man's face hard. He felt utterly disgusted. This kind of person should have died long ago! If this brat dared to touch a hair on his head, he would make him wish he were dead. However, he wasn't the kind of person who would appear here unprepared, and besides, he had been wary of this guy for a long time.

A bright red handprint was imprinted on the handsome man's refined face, and his expression began to contort into a ferocious grin. His tall frame suddenly loomed closer to Yan Duwu, his hand gripping her exquisite face tightly. "Your face is truly beautiful," he said. "No woman in the world is as beautiful as you. Today, I've finally had my chance. Yan Duwu, although you are the young master of the Ghost Mansion, it's a pity you don't know martial arts. That's why I deliberately arranged to meet you here. This pavilion is about a hundred feet from the shore; you'll be helpless here." "Let's see how you escape my grasp."

Unable to avoid the powerful hand, she frowned slightly at the faint pain on her cheek, but a soft, alluring smile played on her lips. Only those familiar with her temperament knew that this beautiful woman was truly enraged: "Oh?"
Bewitched by that beautiful smile, the handsome man couldn't help but lower his head. Seeing her skin as smooth as jade, her complexion as white as snow, and smelling her alluring fragrance, he was overcome with lust and opened his mouth to kiss her red lips.
Yan Duwu's beautiful eyes turned cold. With a slight movement of her hand, a slender silver needle appeared in her palm. Just as she was about to pierce the rogue's neck, she heard him let out a muffled groan, and then his tall body slowly collapsed. Abruptly withdrawing the silver needle, Yan Duwu looked around. Who had come to his rescue? A slender, short figure hurried across the water, his movements graceful despite his small stature, as if a celestial being were walking on water. Upon closer inspection, it was a young man leaping across the lotus blossoms on the lake. Wild lotuses bloomed on the surface, their delicate pink buds contrasting beautifully with the young man's ethereal appearance, making him seem like a fairy descended from heaven. Yan Duwu was momentarily stunned.

When the man stepped onto the pavilion, Yan Duwu was struck dumb, her beautiful eyes fixed on him, a soft murmur escaping her lips: "Jade Face..."
The newcomer was a young man, handsome with striking features, a prominent nose, and full lips—truly dashing. However, his face retained a touch of childishness, and he was rather short; though called a young man, he was clearly still a child. The young man stepped into the pavilion, stomped his foot angrily, shook off the water droplets, and then kicked the fallen rogue hard. A pig-like scream echoed. Yan Duwu looked over and saw that the young man had kicked the rogue in the groin. A smug smile crept onto his lips. This kick had probably severed the rogue's manhood; he'd likely never be able to roam the flower garden again—a fitting punishment. The rogue must have been struck by the young man's palm strike…

Just as he was thinking this, the young man stopped in front of him, his beautiful black eyes fixed intently on him, a burning, focused, and possessive gaze. A fiery glint involuntarily rose on his jade-like face. The boy's gaze was like a raging fire, making him feel intensely hot. No wonder, this boy's gaze was exactly like that of the rogue. Why had he felt utterly disgusted when the rogue looked at him, but now felt a burning unease? Could it be because that boy's appearance was so similar to the face of his wife, Yu Rong

, who had died many years ago? "This rogue has bruised your face, why didn't you move away? Did you willingly let him touch you?" His fiery eyes, filled with possessive wildness, held a power that, though not even reaching Yan Duwu's shoulder, gave Yan Duwu an overwhelming aura, leaving him speechless. The boy's words, thick with jealousy and gunpowder, left Yan Duwu completely bewildered, staring blankly at him.

Seeing that Yan Duwu didn't answer, the young man, his handsome face cold, swept her up in his arms. Caught off guard, Yan Duwu gasped and felt herself floating in the air, the cold wind whistling past her ears. Looking closer, she saw the young man carrying her, leaping across the water. Yan Duwu was astonished. Although he was slender, he was still a man and quite heavy. Yet this young man could carry her so effortlessly across the water, showing no sign of fatigue. Amidst the wind, she could faintly hear the sound of his breathing. Such profound internal strength, such exquisite lightness skill! Who… was this person?

As if sensing Yan Duwu's gaze, the young man lowered his head and gave her a slightly shy smile, innocent yet tinged with childishness. This smile left Yan Duwu speechless. For a moment, she almost thought her beautiful face had been reborn. Trembling, Yan Duwu reached out and stroked the handsome face, somewhat mesmerized.

As her fingertips touched his cheek, a faint blush rose to the boy's face, then his expression changed drastically, and he cried out, "Oh no!" Yan Duwu felt a slight sinking sensation in her body; she knew she had distracted the boy, causing him to lose his breath and, unable to sustain himself, sink into the water. She saw the boy take a deep breath, using the force of his fall to kick up a spray of water several feet high, propelling himself a few inches higher.

Yan Duwu quickly withdrew her fingers, not daring to distract herself from the boy holding her. Looking up, she saw the rogue struggling to his feet in the pavilion some distance away, throwing a firework into the air. Her mind raced; she knew something was wrong. Her beautiful eyes snapped to the shore. She saw that the shore was now lined with people, and although they were still some distance away, she could see that they held drawn crossbows, aimed at the two of them.

A pair of eyes involuntarily fixed on the handsome young boy holding her, a thought nagging at her. What to do? An accident of her own wouldn't matter, but the boy who came to her rescue would be unjustly killed. Unconsciously, Yan Duwu had placed the boy's life before her own. Discovering her own thoughts, the usually cold-hearted Yan Duwu was quite surprised. Her eyes narrowed slightly, focusing intently on the boy's handsome face. Was it because of this face that resembled her beloved wife?

As they drew closer to the shore, those holding crossbows released their full drawstrings, and arrows pierced the air. Yan Duwu heard countless shrill howls and was filled with worry when he saw the young man lower his head to look at him, then softly say, "Be careful, come on, cover your ears."

Yan Duwu saw a pair of gentle eyes, and his heart suddenly began to race. Where his skin touched the young man's, he clearly felt the boy's burning heat, making his heart tremble. A surge of heat rose in his lower abdomen, and he knew something was wrong; the aphrodisiac had taken effect at this moment. Barely suppressing his emotions, he did as the young man said and covered his ears. The

young man took a deep breath and then roared. Although Yan Duwu had covered his ears, they still felt a ringing in his ears. Looking up, he saw that the people on the shore were also thrown into disarray by the deafening roar, unable to draw their bows and shoot again. Suddenly, her waist tightened, and Yan Duwu looked away. She saw the young man catch her with one hand, then bend down and scoop up a handful of water, tossing it into the air. Thousands of water droplets, reflecting the sunlight, scattered with dazzling golden light, a truly beautiful sight. Yan Duwu, facing the sunlight, squinted as she watched the myriad water droplets sprinkle across the sky. She saw the arrows hurtling towards her from above collide with these silvery beads, as if hitting an impenetrable wall, losing their aim and falling onto the lake's surface. In an instant, the lake was covered with a dark layer of water.

"Excellent!" Yan Duwu couldn't help but exclaim. This young man was truly remarkable; he could transform soft water into hard, hidden weapons to strike those fiercely flying arrows. What incredible inner strength! What a remarkable man! Perhaps it was due to his own congenital deficiencies, born with a frail and sickly body, coupled with a stunningly beautiful face that surpassed even that of a woman. Sometimes, he would forget that he was a man. This boy, who clearly looked like a child but was stronger than the average man, was so formidable that he had unknowingly left an indelible mark on his heart, though he was unaware of it yet.

Suddenly, he heard a shout of "Watch out!" above him. Yan Duwu saw the sky above him spin around, and then heard a muffled groan. Looking down, he saw an arrow shaft, its end still trembling, embedded in the boy's left arm. His delicate eyebrows furrowed involuntarily. Looking around, he realized that there were only a few arrows that had escaped. If the boy hadn't turned to shield him from the arrow, it would now be lodged in his chest. A sudden pang of heartache surged within him, making it hard to breathe. Why did it hurt so much? Was it a recurrence of his congenital heart disease?

A pair of delicate hands gripped the collar of the boy holding her tightly, and she cried out, "It hurts..."
The boy looked down at the pale face of the girl in his arms and became anxious. Stepping onto the budding lotus blossoms, he leaped into the air and somersaulted several times before landing steadily on the solid ground by the shore. The first thing the boy did was carefully place Yan Duwu on the ground.

Yan Duwu stood firmly on the ground, clutching her chest, and looked at the boy who was looking at her with concern. Just as she was about to speak, a man behind the boy swung a knife at her. Before she could even warn him, the boy had already struck the man with a palm strike without turning around. With a muffled groan, the man fell seven or eight feet away. Yan Duwu breathed a sigh of relief, and the boy turned around to protect her, looking at the people dressed as guards who were slowly gathering around. Looking at the young man protecting him, for some reason, the pain in his heart suddenly lessened considerably, replaced by a sweet feeling. Although he was born weak, he possessed a clever mind, and thus had never suffered a loss since childhood. No one had ever protected him like this before…

“I think you are just guards hired by that scoundrel. Loyalty to your master is good, but I don’t know where you got the audacity to try and kill the young master of the Ghost Mansion.” The young man’s eyes were piercing, his voice clear and resonant, his words carrying steadily into everyone’s ears. Upon

hearing this, everyone’s expressions changed, and a phrase instantly surfaced in their minds: “I will not offend others unless they offend me; if they offend me, they shall die.” This was the law upheld by the people of the Ghost Mansion. If one offended a member of the Ghost Mansion, then that person would die a horrible death. Moreover, the Ghost Mansion holds a prominent position in the martial arts world; even an ordinary servant boy is someone who can be considered a master... They originally pledged allegiance to this Young Master Lai because the Ghost Mansion was backing him up. Why are they now turning their arrows against the Ghost Mansion's young master?

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the slender beauty behind the young man. Although the young man concealed her delicate figure, her stunning beauty could still be seen. They all knew perfectly well that their master, who had homosexual tendencies, had been blinded by lust and made a mistake. They sighed inwardly and lowered their swords.

Yan Duwu looked at the young man's handsome face and couldn't help but admire him. What a preemptive strike! What a clever man, knowing how to use the Ghost Mansion's power to intimidate everyone.
After assessing the situation, the young man raised his eyebrows, then with a flick of his wrist, a guard's knife a few steps away suddenly landed in his hand. This display of skill caused another gasp. What a feat of taking something from a distance!
"If there are any more who aren't afraid of death, come forward. Their fate will be like this knife!" He threw the knife into the air, and when it landed again, it had shattered into several pieces. Anyone with discerning eyes could see that the knife had been broken into pieces by the young man's internal force when it was thrown into the air. They were secretly amazed. Although the knife wasn't a famous one, it was still forged from refined steel, yet in the young man's hands, it was as if it had been ground into tofu. Just who was this young man? How could he be so powerful?

Presumably, these people wouldn't dare to do anything more, the young man turned around and picked up Yan Duwu again. This action made Yan Duwu's beautiful face glow like the morning sun, leaving everyone stunned.
"Thank you for saving me, young hero. I'm alright now, please put me down!" Yan Duwu pushed, his hands against the boy's chest, but accidentally tore the boy's clothes. "Ah, sorry..."
Something fell from the boy's arms. Seeing this, Yan Duwu grabbed it, his eyes trembling as he asked the boy, "You, how do you have the Ghost Swallow Token?" The Ghost Swallow
Token
, a token of the Ghost Palace Master, was awe-inspiring. The boy calmly took the token from Yan Duwu's hand, held it, and waved it around. Those nearby either collapsed to their knees or turned pale. Looking around, the boy's lips curled into a bright smile: "Father, Bu Gui is back."

"Bu Gui..." Yan Duwu stared blankly at the face so similar to Yu Rong's, a mix of emotions swirling within him. He should have recognized it sooner; this face was clearly inherited from Yu Rong. Why couldn't he recognize it? Yan Duwu stared blankly at the boy. How could this be his son? By all accounts, Bugui was only seven years old… But the boy before him, though still bearing the innocence of a child, looked like he was fifteen or sixteen. Moreover, the boy's martial arts…

Yan Bugui looked at the stunned beauty and couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He had come secretly, wanting to see his father's surprised expression. However, he was startled. Thinking of how his father had almost been taken advantage of by that rogue, he felt a surge of anger. But upon seeing that stunningly beautiful face, his anger vanished. Looking at that beautiful face, so beautiful, his father had become even more beautiful than he remembered… In a flash, seeing the stunned expressions of those around him, he felt displeased. He suddenly grabbed Yan Duwu, leaped into the air, and disappeared…

When Yan Duwu came to his senses, he was already standing before the gates of the Ghost Mansion.
He couldn't help but shout, "Bu Gui, put me down!"
Perhaps because they were in a safe place, Yan Bu Gui didn't say much and put Yan Du Wu on the ground. With his feet firmly on the ground, a surge of anger rose in Yan Du Wu's heart. He turned and slapped Yan Bu Gui hard.
Despite being hit, Yan Bu Gui wasn't angry. His bright eyes were fixed on Yan Du Wu, his fervent gaze making Yan Du Wu's face involuntarily flush. Stomping his foot, Yan Du Wu turned and walked towards the Ghost Mansion. For some reason, seeing those eyes made him blush and his heart pound like a deer, like a young girl in the throes of first love seeing her sweetheart… He spat lightly, feeling somewhat embarrassed and annoyed. What was that all about! Although he looked like a woman, he was a genuine man, and besides, Bu Gui was his son…

After taking a few steps, not hearing any footsteps following, he turned around in surprise, only to see the handsome young man standing stiffly in place, motionless. He was slightly annoyed: “What, you don’t want to come in even though you’re home…”
He stopped mid-sentence, noticing that the handsome face had turned deathly pale. Sensing something was wrong, he hurriedly turned back and walked to Yan Bu Gui’s side, only to see a pool of dark blood on the ground. Upon closer inspection, he saw blood flowing continuously from Yan Bu Gui’s left arm, and a feathered arrow was still stuck in it… He

hurriedly tore open the clothes covering Yan Bu Gui’s arm, and Yan Duwu couldn’t help but gasp. The arrowhead was three-tenths of an inch deep in the flesh, and even more horrifying was that the place where the arrowhead was stuck was black and purple; the arrow had been poisoned.
Now, both angry and anxious, Yan Duwu's beautiful eyes snapped open, glaring fiercely at the handsome face that seemed completely unconcerned: "You knew it was poisoned all along, why did you insist on bringing me back? I have a carriage waiting in front of the Lai residence..."
"I was worried!" Yan Bugui looked at that exquisite face and smiled gently; he was genuinely worried...
His face suddenly burned like fire, Yan Duwu's heart pounding wildly. He was worried... Strange, why was his face so hot? Why was his heart beating so fast? He had never felt this way before, what was happening?
"Don't worry..." Gently patting the hands that were tightly gripping his clothes, Yan Bugui wanted to say something, but then everything went black, and he fainted.
He smelled a familiar, rich fragrance, sweet and alluring, and slowly opened his eyes, looking at the large, longan-sized luminous pearl hanging above him, momentarily wondering where he was. He found himself lying on a bed carved entirely of jade, with silver tassels hanging from the ceiling. He gently lifted a tassel to peek outside.

An archway separated the inner room from the outer hall, and a finely crafted screen depicting flowers and birds further concealed the inner room. Through the screen, he could vaguely see several figures and, listening intently, overhear a conversation.
"Young Master, these tasks can be done by your servants, why trouble yourself?" a soft, gentle voice said, clearly belonging to a charming young woman.
"No need, you may leave." The soft voice was soothing; Yan Bugui recognized it as Yan Duwu's voice.
The woman responded softly, and Yan Bugui heard light footsteps disappear.
Just then, an aged voice said, "Young Master, the young master is naturally gifted. The toxins have been expelled from his body on their own, so you don't need to worry. He just needs a few days of recuperation and rest. I've made a fool of myself by prescribing a prescription for you; the young master can recover quickly by taking it three times a day."

"Understood, you may leave." The soft voice was casual, then turned cold, "Qingyi, have you completed the task I instructed you to do?"
After hearing a series of muddy footsteps leaving, Yan Bugui heard a deep voice reply, "Young Master, Qingyi has investigated. Seventy percent of the silk business managed by Lai Anyu was seized by the Divine Palace. It seems that this Lai fellow offended the young mistress of the Divine Palace."
"The Southern Ghost Palace and the Northern Divine Palace each control half of the martial world. Even I have to give the people of the Divine Palace some respect. This fellow is so bold as to incur the wrath of the Divine Palace. No wonder he came to me for advice. But this fellow is too audacious, actually setting his sights on me. How is that scoundrel doing now?" The cold voice, tinged with anger, was still clear and melodious, extremely pleasant to the ear.

The deep voice replied, "Lai Anyu's manhood was broken by the young master's kick, and he is currently recuperating." "
Hmph, go and destroy the remaining 30% of his business. I only gave him this chance to live because of Ah Qi, but now he doesn't want to live anymore. Destroy it as cleanly as possible!" With a cold snort, the clear voice sounded chilling, making everyone who heard it shiver.

"Yes!" The deep voice responded and turned to leave. This time, Yan Bugui heard steady and heavy footsteps. It must be a master.
In the outer hall, there was a moment of silence, then Yan Bugui heard soft footsteps slowly approaching the inner room. Setting down the tassel in his hand, Yan Bugui lay back down on the bed. A moment later, he saw Yan Duwu, dressed in plain white, slowly enter carrying a bowl of something steaming slightly.

Placing the bowl on the small table beside the bed, Yan Duwu lifted the silver tassel and saw a pair of bright eyes staring intently at him.
"Bugui, are you awake?" With a faint smile, Yan Duwu lifted the silver-gray tassel and placed it on the silver hook by the bedside. She moved a round stool to sit on the bedside table, then picked up the bowl she had placed on the small table. She gently scooped up a spoonful of soup with a silver spoon, then blew on it. "Here, this is top-quality ginseng soup. Come, drink it."

Her sharp eyes noticed the red mark on her snow-white fingertips, and she frowned slightly. Remembering what she had heard in the soft Wu dialect, she assumed the ginseng soup was cooked by Yan Duwu herself. "Father, your hand is burned."
Her beautiful eyes lowered, a slight smile playing on her lips. She didn't argue, but simply held the silver spoon to Yan Bugui's lips. "Here, drink it." He opened
his mouth and drank, his eyes fixed intently on her peerless beauty. Suddenly, he remembered the promise from four years ago, and his handsome brows furrowed. "Father, where is that man in black?"
Somewhat surprised, Yan Duwu looked at those burning eyes, her face slightly flushed. No wonder, for some reason, she couldn't control herself when she saw those eyes. Turning her gaze away, Yan Duwu whispered, "Which man in black?"
"The one you said would be my father if I could defeat him." Yan Bugui sat up, his clear eyes unblinking, a naive expression appearing on his handsome face, making him look like a seven-year-old child. "Father, didn't we make a promise four years ago?"

"Which one?" Still not remembering, Yan Duwu was puzzled. Four years ago? Bu Gui had only come briefly and left shortly after. That man in black…could it be Qing Yi? Suddenly recalling the scene from back then, Yan Duwu thought of that little child from years ago. She was momentarily speechless. Was Bu Gui serious? It was just a joke back then, but he had truly remembered it. “Ah, you mean Qing Yi?”

Qing Yi? She had just heard that name. Yan Bu Gui frowned and said with a sigh of regret.
“Regret what?” Yan Duwu’s delicate brows furrowed slightly as she gazed at that handsome face, quite fond of it; it was as if a jade-like face had been reborn.
“If I had stopped him just now, we could have had a match. Four years ago, I wasn’t confident I could beat him, but today I’m sure I can.” Yan Bugui sighed again, “I defeated Grandpa and went home. I think that guy in green, no matter how high his martial arts are, can’t compare to Grandpa.”

Startled, Yan Duwu stared wide-eyed at the handsome face, stammering, “You…you…you defeated…Father?”
He nodded seriously, his handsome eyes fixed on the small bowl in Yan Duwu’s hand. “Father, this ginseng soup is delicious, I want more!”
He chuckled a few times, suppressing his surprise, and shook his head. Even though Bugui looked like a young man, even though Bugui’s martial arts were unparalleled, even though…but, deep down, Bugui was still a seven-year-old child. With a light laugh, he scooped up a spoonful of ginseng soup and put it in Yan Bugui’s mouth again. Before he knew it, the bowl of ginseng soup was completely empty. Placing the bowl on the small table, Yan Duwu took out a white handkerchief and carefully wiped the soup stains from Bugui's lips.

"Father, you're so good!" Yan Bugui smiled brightly.
Yan Duwu paused, abruptly withdrawing his hand, and awkwardly stood up. "I put some sleeping incense in the ginseng soup. Go and sleep for a while."
"Okay!" Obediently lying down, Yan Bugui quickly drifted off to sleep.
Setting down the tassel, Yan Duwu peered through the gap at that handsome face. It looked like Yu Rong… It must be because Bugui resembled Yu Rong, making him feel close to him, which was why he received his full attention. It must be.
Picking up the bowl from the small table, Yan Duwu told himself this.
But the spring water had already been disturbed; there was no hope of restoring calm.
[The End]

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