Liver and Gallbladder Ancient Sword

The capital city. Spring has arrived. At dawn, a light drizzle falls, marking the start of the plum rain season. Sima Changqing, as usual, rises before daybreak and runs to the back garden to practice his internal energy and martial arts. He has recently made great progress in his "Cloud-Tracing Steps," and is quite pleased with himself. Although he is middle-aged, his energy surpasses that of most young people. This is not only due to his solid foundation but also to his decades of unwavering practice. Many know he has some martial arts skills, but few know of his extraordinary abilities. Born into a wealthy family, he was sent to the Shaolin Temple on Mount Song to learn martial arts from a young age. In his early thirties, he inherited his father's business and is now the richest man in the capital. His immense wealth makes him a sought-after friend among princes and ministers, and his shrewdness has led many to consider him a confidant. With his financial acumen and excellent interpersonal relationships, it would be difficult for him not to prosper. But nothing in this world is perfect. He had everything, except for one regret: he had no children. Two years ago, his first wife passed away, and he remained a bachelor for over a year. Then, six months ago, through a friend's introduction, he married a woman named Lin Huifang as his second wife, hoping to have a child in his old age to inherit his vast fortune. However, things didn't go as planned. Despite his efforts, his new wife's belly remained flat, and he couldn't figure out what was wrong. After a single thrust, Sima Changqing planted the gun in the ground, watching it sink a foot deep, a smile spreading across his face. He felt his virility remained undiminished. Thinking of these words, his mind drifted to Lin Huifang, still fast asleep in the bedroom. Her beautiful face, her alluring body, and her blood-pumping moans… all flashed through his mind. He eagerly returned to the inner room, quickly bathed, and hurried into the bedroom. Lin Huifang was already awake, the soft brocade quilt slid to one side, revealing her tempting body. She wasn't naked, but she only wore one garment, soft, thin, and clinging to her body. Under the bright, soft light, her alluring, watery eyes, her delicate, flawless cheeks, and her incredibly voluptuous figure with a slender, willow-like waist were more captivating than if she were completely naked. Sima Changqing swiftly stripped off his clothes and leaped onto the bed. Lin Huifang, as if shedding her skin, simultaneously removed her soft garment, revealing her fair, smooth, and elastic body. But as Sima Changqing mounted her, she began to act strangely. Like a seductive snake, she wriggled and twisted on the bed. At the crucial moment, she would slip away slightly, causing him to always fail, panting heavily, unable to penetrate her. With a woman, these movements required almost no effort. But for a man, after several such incidents, he would be panting heavily, drenched in sweat, and wishing he could disappear into the ground. "What...what are you doing?" Sima Changqing gasped. "I'm not in the mood." "Why not?" "I have something on my mind..." She said, seemingly wriggling, trying to prevent him from succeeding. Her wriggling only fueled his desire. "You...you're deliberately messing with me! I'm in the middle of it, and you do this to me, are you trying to kill me?" "It's unavoidable! I happen to have something on my mind, so you'll just have to bear with it." In this situation, how could any normal man tolerate it? "What's on your mind?" he persisted, still trying to find the answer. "We're husband and wife, aren't we?" she asked softly, still wriggling. “Of course.” “Shouldn’t husband and wife be completely open with each other?” “Is that even a question?” Seeing no hope, he had no choice but to stop his futile efforts: “Husband and wife are one, bound by fate, and should not keep secrets from each other.” “Since you think so, why don’t you tell me your secret?” she said softly. Sima Changqing was taken aback. “My secret? What secret do I have?” “Really?” “Why would I lie to you?” “Haven’t you done anything unspeakable behind my back?” Lin Huifang laughed, her smile strange. “Ah! You’re so clever, you even know about this.” Sima Changqing’s expression became somewhat unnatural: “The matter of me redeeming that Yan Hong girl from ‘Yixin Courtyard’ was just a joke. Strange, how did you find out?” “Who cares if you take a concubine or not? I’m not a jealous woman.” “Besides that, I really can’t think of anything else I could hide from you!” He put on an innocent look. “You know what you’re doing,” Lin Huifang sighed softly. “You’re a person of status, and my lifelong support. I don’t want you to secretly associate with certain people and bring disaster upon yourself.” Sima Changqing suddenly felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet, his desire vanishing without a trace. “What exactly do you know?” His expression changed abruptly, his tone as cold as ice. “Last night, in the middle of the night, you secretly slipped into the back garden and had a private conversation with a man in black…” As she spoke, she stroked his back with her slender fingers, seemingly flirting. “You heard what we were talking about?” Sima Changqing stared at her fiercely. “But we were too far apart to hear clearly, I only caught a few fragments.” She was unfazed by his fierce expression. "Which sentences?" "It seems...you're secretly escorting someone out of the capital to hide them..." She said calmly, "Master, there are many things in this world you mustn't get involved in. Once you do, it will lead to disgrace and even the destruction of your family." "You remember this: you must forget everything you saw and heard last night, understand?" "Who exactly are you escorting out of the capital?" Lin Huifang asked instead of answering. "That's not your question," Sima Changqing growled. "Of course I should ask, otherwise, how can I explain to my superiors?" Lin Huifang smiled, a strange smile. "Explain to your superiors? What superiors? Oh! Damn it...you..." Sima Changqing had just become alert and was about to take action when he suddenly felt a jolt behind him, and instantly felt weak all over, unable to move. A calculated attack, yet the opponent was caught off guard, and he succeeded in his strike. "You...who exactly are you?" Sima Changqing asked angrily. "Never mind who I am, now it's my turn to ask you." Lin Huifang smiled coldly: "I want to know who you escorted out of the capital? Where did you hide them? Who was in charge?" "I know nothing, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you," Sima Changqing said through gritted teeth. "Why are you doing this! Do you have to experience torture before you'll tell the truth?" She gently stroked his cheek, her movements so tender: "You should know that those people are cold-blooded animals, bloodthirsty monsters. Their methods of torturing people are endless. Even if you were a reincarnation of Vajra, they could turn you into a snot-nosed worm. We've been husband and wife, and I really can't bear to see you suffer those cruel tortures." "Stop talking. I was blind to marry a woman like you," he said hoarsely. "I have no confession, but I have your life, which you can take anytime." "I won't take your life, especially before I get your confession," Lin Huifang shook her head. “I won’t believe anything you say. You’ll face certain death, so don’t expect to get a single word out of me.” “Perhaps you’re truly unafraid of death and can withstand torture, but they have many strange interrogation methods. You’ll surely confess obediently.” Lin Huifang laughed smugly. “Hmph! You’re talking nonsense.” “Whether it’s nonsense or not, we’ll find out soon enough. Now, I’m taking you away.” Soon, a light carriage emerged from the side gate of the back garden, its curtains drawn low, speeding westward. At the same time, the old gardener, who had been hidden in a corner of the garden, slipped out through another small door after the carriage left the side gate, disappearing around the corner of the courtyard wall. ※※※※※※ Two hours later, all the information regarding this matter had been compiled and delivered to a manor near West Mountain. A solemn atmosphere pervaded the secret room inside the manor. Three men sat before a large, long table. Seated in the center was a dignified old man in a long blue robe. To his left sat a handsome middle-aged scholar in white. To his right sat a burly man in a close-fitting outfit, listening attentively to a young woman's report. The young woman, around twenty years old, sat at another table, on which lay two scrolls and writing implements. Her beautiful, refined face radiated tranquility. The report was extremely detailed, taking nearly half an incense stick's time. After hearing the report, the white-robed scholar and the burly man's expressions changed drastically. "Have we prepared any contingency plans?" the burly man asked urgently. "After the incident, all of Sima Changqing's connections were immediately severed, and the secret station he was in charge of was shut down," the beautiful woman said calmly. "As for his assets, although we have used special channels to entrust powerful people to protect them, whether they can be protected is unpredictable." After hearing the report, the old man in the green robe, who had been deep in thought, raised his head and looked at the white-robed scholar and the burly man with the bushy beard respectively: "Two great heroes, let me tell you frankly, Sima Changqing's...""His arrest was a strategic maneuver devised by our side. To salvage the critical situation and achieve our grand objective, we had no choice but to sacrifice this core member. Ling'er will tell you the details." The scholar in white and the burly man with the bushy beard were taken aback upon hearing this, and their gazes simultaneously turned to the beautiful woman. The beautiful woman calmly opened a red file on the table. "Two months ago, we discovered that Sima Changqing's new wife, Lin Huifang, was acting suspiciously. We immediately sent people to investigate and monitor her secretly. After more than a month, we finally discovered her true identity: the infamous White Fox Demon Du Qiuniang. However, she had been recruited by the other side as a spy a year ago." The beautiful woman said solemnly, "Because of this discovery, we judged that Sima Changqing's daily actions had aroused their suspicion, and his identity had even been exposed." However, contrary to their usual behavior, they delayed taking any arrest or action. This unusual situation, according to analysis, suggests they were likely playing a long game, hoping to use Sima Changqing to uncover the identities of our other key personnel and leaders, so they could capture them all at once. She paused, then continued, "Sima Changqing was unaware that his identity had been exposed. Our organization deliberately didn't warn him, instead using a ruse to fabricate false intelligence that he had been secretly smuggled out of the capital. We hoped that his arrest would lure their top agents away from the capital to pursue him, thus relieving the pressure on us and ensuring the safety of his hiding place. At dawn, they fell for the trap and arrested Sima Changqing. Our strategy can be considered more than half successful." The scholar in white and the burly man with the bushy beard then realized that Sima Changqing's arrest had such a complicated background. They both breathed a long sigh of relief, their tense expressions dissipating. As core members of this secret organization, they naturally knew that the "person's" hiding place was top secret. Since the beautiful woman hadn't mentioned it, they dared not ask. For with any secret, the more people who knew, the greater the risk of leakage. Suddenly, the scholar in white's relaxed expression returned, his brows furrowing, hesitant to speak. "Does Master Zhuang have any doubts or suggestions regarding this case?" the old man in green asked. "I do have some concerns," the scholar in white nodded. "Sima Changqing has undergone rigorous training and is skilled in torture. What if he refuses to confess and commits suicide with the 'Ring of Sacrifice'? Wouldn't our plan fail?" "Sima Changqing's 'Ring of Sacrifice' was confiscated before his identity was exposed, so the chances of him committing suicide are slim." The beautiful woman smiled slightly and said, "Uncle Zhuang is right. Sima Changqing has received rigorous professional training and is likely to remain silent. Even so, we can still achieve our strategic goal of misleading him." The white-robed scholar and the burly man with the bushy beard were completely bewildered. They thought to themselves: Isn't this a contradiction? If he's unlikely to confess, false information can't be transmitted to the other side, so how can we achieve our strategic goal of misleading him? The words "disbelief" were clearly etched on their faces. The old man in the green robe nodded slightly, a barely perceptible smile appearing on his dignified face. The beautiful woman wasn't surprised by their reactions. Before the two scholars in white could question her, she explained, “While physical torture is widely used and quite effective in general interrogation techniques, it only works for ordinary people. If the target has a very strong will, it’s difficult to get a confession. Sima Changqing is this type of person. To deal with this type of person, we must first destroy their willpower and break down their defenses before we can get a confession.” She paused, then continued, “Our enemies have recruited many martial arts masters in recent years, many of whom possess extraordinary skills and abilities, such as illusion, mind control, and mind manipulation, which can control a person’s mind. When physical torture fails, they will inevitably resort to those secret techniques to extract a confession. How could Sima Changqing not obediently confess when he is in a state of mental confusion? In this way, our goal will be achieved.” “I see!” The two men suddenly understood and were filled with admiration for the beautiful woman’s wisdom. "The current situation is developing in accordance with our anticipated plan. We should immediately proceed with the next step." The old man in the green robe gave instructions: "First, intensify our covert activities in Shandong and the Nanjing area, creating a false impression to match the authenticity of the false intelligence, thus tying down the enemy's top spies in the region. Second, secretly investigate the enemy's secret strongholds, track the movements of their top spies, and seize the opportunity to eliminate them." He coughed lightly, his gaze falling on the white-robed scholar and the burly man with the bushy beard, and said, "These two tasks should be carried out simultaneously, separately. I entrust the planning to you two. Whether we can achieve our ultimate goal depends entirely on this. Are there any problems with the execution?" "We brothers obey your orders." The scholar in white bowed and said, "Given our current strength, we are capable of carrying out investigations, surveillance, and wiring. There may be some difficulties, but we believe we can overcome them. As for fighting their top spies, we can only deal with ordinary experts; we have absolutely no ability to fight their super experts. If they were to send any one of the four most renowned experts in the world, we would not only have no chance but would also suffer heavy losses." The old man in green sighed, "I know there are many difficulties, but we are now in a bind and have no choice but to proceed. If necessary, we will have to seek help from the major martial arts sects. If the leaders or elders of each sect can be mobilized, there will be much we can do." "Old sir, I'm afraid this idea will be difficult to implement." The scholar in white shook his head, saying, "Wudang is supported by the imperial court, and Shaolin is under its control; they are difficult to persuade. As for other sects, they are unreliable. Once they know who they intend to deal with, I doubt anyone will agree. They would never dare to gamble with their sect's foundation. The only way now is to try to recruit some extraordinary martial arts masters..." "Or hire some assassins; I think a generous reward will surely attract brave men," the burly man with the bushy beard interjected. "Second brother, don't talk nonsense!" the scholar in white rebuked, "We are fighting for justice and truth; how can we use such methods?" "Eldest brother, your thinking is too outdated," the burly man with the bushy beard countered, "Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles. Nine out of ten of our opponents are cold-blooded. Since we are fighting for justice and truth, what's wrong with hiring assassins? Given our current situation, can you think of a better solution?" The scholar in white was speechless for a moment. How could he not understand their current predicament? The old man in the green robe suddenly turned his gaze to the beautiful young woman and said, "Ling'er, what do you think?" "Father, I think Uncle Lu's suggestion is a solution made out of necessity." The beautiful young woman said solemnly, "Our past rigid practices have been tying our own hands. From now on, we must change course, recruit talent from all sides, and employ various methods to strike at our opponents. Only then can we hope to succeed. Hiring assassins is one effective method. Besides, not all assassins are cold-blooded and ruthless; some are principled and have their own style. So, this method is worth a try." Everyone's eyes were fixed on the old man in the green robe, awaiting his decision. This old man in the green robe was very mysterious. In their organization, he was addressed as "Old Master," but from the dignified and imposing aura he exuded, he was clearly no ordinary person. The beautiful young woman's surname was Guo Fang, and her given name was Yu Ling. She was one of the Old Master's three adopted daughters. She was learned and talented, well-versed in medicine, and incredibly intelligent, making her a trusted advisor to the old man. Her only regret was that she didn't know martial arts. The scholar in white and the burly man with the bushy beard were sworn brothers. The scholar in white was named Zhuang Shiqian, nicknamed "The Scholar in White"; the burly man was named Lu Hong, nicknamed "The Bearded Guest." Both were highly skilled in martial arts, possessing both internal and external strength, and enjoyed a high reputation and status in the martial arts world, revered as the "Two Heroes of the North." "Ling'er's insights are quite reasonable. We really can't stick to our old principles anymore," the old man said slowly. "Hiring assassins is something we can try, but we must choose our targets carefully. At least we can't hire someone who has committed heinous crimes and is utterly devoid of conscience." He pondered for a moment, then added, "Speaking of assassins, I'm reminded of someone. If we can hire him, our task of containing the enemy will definitely be successful, but..." "Father, but what?" Guo Yuling asked. "It's just that I can't ask, otherwise it would seem like I'm expecting something in return for my kindness, alas!" The old man sighed softly, "But right now, only he can solve this urgent problem, so I have no choice but to ask him for help." "Who is he?" Guo Yuling asked, puzzled. "Do you remember three years ago, on the Double Ninth Festival, when I and several friends were returning home after climbing Xishan to offer libations, we rescued that young man who was seriously injured and on the verge of death by the roadside?" "Ah! Shen Ye, Brother Shen!" Guo Yuling exclaimed excitedly. "It was him." The old man nodded, giving her a meaningful look, "I know you won't forget, you were the one who healed his internal and external injuries, weren't you?" Of course she wouldn't forget; it was her only little secret in her life. Three years ago, she was a seventeen-year-old girl, the age when every girl is most prone to dreaming, and she was no exception. In just one month of getting to know each other, she had fallen for that unknown young man. Due to her upbringing, she dared not show it too openly, butSince the other party seemed unresponsive, she had no choice but to keep that secret deep in her heart. The day Shen Ye recovered and left, she hid in her room and wept silently. For a while afterward, she still couldn't forget that young man with his naturally handsome and refined air. In the vast sea of people, meetings and partings are unpredictable; she thought she would never hear from him again, but unexpectedly, her adoptive father brought a message. Her momentary lapse in attention had already caught the old man's attention. "Ling'er, what's wrong?" "Ah! Nothing." Guo Yuling's delicate face flushed slightly: "I was thinking that Brother Shen only knows some ordinary martial arts; he's not even a third-rate master. What we need is a top-tier expert. Having him is completely useless!" "Who told you he only knows some ordinary martial arts?" the old man asked with a smile. “Brother Shen said it himself.” “You’ve been deceived just like your father!” The old man smiled bitterly. “He possesses unfathomable martial arts skills and is one of the five most mysterious figures in the martial arts world today. His name has a terrifying power.” “How did you know this?” “It was the token he left behind that revealed his secret.” The old man said with some longing, “Before he left, he gave me a bamboo token, indicating that if I needed anything in the future, I should just send someone with the token and a message, and I would definitely go to the meeting, even if it meant going through fire and water. At the time, I didn’t pay any attention to it and just laughed it off. But when my friend, Master Wufei, the ‘Blood Mole Money-Courage Monk,’ came to visit, we talked about this by chance. Master Wufei has traveled the world for more than twenty years and has seen so much of the martial arts world. He recognized the origin of the bamboo token at a glance, and that’s when I learned about his secret.” “Was it a bamboo token about three inches long and one and a half inches wide, with an unnamed deity carved on each side?” the white-robed scholar asked with a strange expression. The old man nodded and smiled, "That's right." "'Soul-Chasing Talisman'! The trust of the assassin 'Soul Chaser'!" The bearded man exclaimed in surprise, "Heavens! He's the assassin among assassins, the patriarch of this profession! According to rumors, he can solve any case he takes on!" "You brothers are truly knowledgeable. He is indeed 'Soul Chaser,' but whether his name is really Shen Ye is unknown," the old man nodded. "He's a mysterious figure; nobody in the martial world knows his name." The white-robed scholar, who had initially opposed hiring an assassin, gave a thumbs-up: "Most assassins rely on covert methods, but he does the opposite, choosing to fight his prey face-to-face, giving them a chance to fight to the death. He also has a principle when taking jobs: if the prey is a filial son or a loyal and kind-hearted person, he refuses. Therefore, he has a very good reputation in the martial world." "Is Brother Shen really that assassin called 'Soul Chaser'?" Guo Yuling seemed unable to accept this fact, as if asking herself, yet also asking someone else. "Ling'er, you don't have to believe your father, but you must believe the experiences of Master Wufei and Uncle Zhuang Lu in the martial world. I think they can't be wrong," the old man said solemnly. “Miss Yuling, I have never met Shen Ye, nor have I seen the true face of ‘Soul Chaser,’ but I am certain that the bamboo token is ‘Soul Chaser’s’ keepsake.” The white-robed scholar addressed Guo Yuling as “Miss” out of respect for the old man. “The keepsake represents the identity of certain special figures in the martial arts world. Even if the name is false, the token will never be fake. Whenever ‘Soul Chaser’ locks onto his prey, he always leaves a ‘Soul Chaser Talisman’ as a warning three days in advance. Today, he has dismissed irrelevant people around him to avoid harming innocents. If the prey ignores the warning or seeks help, he will mercilessly kill them all. Two years ago, I had the chance to see him. If the bamboo token in your hand, sir, really was left by Shen Ye, then he is undoubtedly ‘Soul Chaser’!” Guo Yuling remained silent, thinking to herself, “Brother Shen might be ‘Soul Chaser.’ Fortunately, he is a man of principle. My godfather and I did not save the wrong person.” “Old Master, since you’ve made your decision, it’s best to proceed as soon as possible. Why don’t you have my brother go and earnestly invite him…” The bearded man was an impatient fellow, acting on his thoughts immediately. “Your brother urgently needs to leave the capital to carry out his work and cannot be in two places at once.” The old master interrupted the bearded man, saying cautiously, “He left the address of a contact person before he left. I think it would be better to go there personally.” “Old Master, you mustn’t.” The white-robed scholar, a steady man, hurriedly dissuaded him, “You are the one in charge of the overall situation. How can you leave the capital so easily? I think it would be more suitable to ask Miss Yuling to go. Miss Yuling treated her injuries before, and they are not far apart in age. She is less reserved when speaking to her and is a very suitable candidate.” The white-robed scholar was meticulous and clever. He had already noticed Guo Yuling’s momentary daze. This old hand immediately guessed that there must be some subtle relationship between her and Shen Ye, and therefore suggested that she go instead. In fact, everyone present had their own tasks, and for the sake of secrecy, it was not advisable to send anyone else. Besides Guo Yuling, it was difficult to find a suitable candidate. "Alright! Ling'er will go." The old man considered for a moment, then looked at Guo Yuling: "I trust your abilities, but there's one thing you must be careful about. Assassins often have a different mindset than ordinary people. You must be cautious in your attitude and words, and never treat that token as a panacea, lest you ruin things." "Father, please rest assured, your daughter will certainly not disappoint you," Guo Yuling said confidently. ※※※※※※ Shen Ye sat on his horse with a gloomy expression, letting the horse pace listlessly along the mountain path. This trip to Miao territory had not only earned him a large bonus, but he had also spent some time with the stunningly beautiful Princess Li Mei of Honghuadong, a double win. Logically, he should be in high spirits. But his current disheveled appearance hardly resembled that of a triumphant person. To be precise, he was like a drowning dog, and a sick one at that! Disaster struck the very first day he returned north and set foot in the Central Plains. He remembered it was noon; he was eating at a roadside eatery when he suddenly felt excruciating abdominal pain, broke out in a cold sweat, and felt utterly weak. The pain lasted for about half a cup of hot tea before gradually subsiding. But the disaster wasn't over. Although the abdominal pain had subsided, an extremely intense lustful fire rose from his lower abdomen, surging through his body like waves in the ocean. Even his masterful "Great True Power of Heaven and Earth" could barely suppress it, causing him immense suffering. This was the first attack. The second attack occurred seven days later at noon. The abdominal pain was the same as the first, but the burning lust was even more intense. Forced to act, he had to go to a local brothel to spend money to relieve himself. Having wandered the world for many years and seen much of the world, he knew someone had sabotaged him. And that person was likely Li Mei. Everyone knows that Miao women are passionate and skilled in witchcraft. Li Mei was the second daughter of Li Fa, the powerful chieftain of Honghuadong, a powerful tribe in Miao territory. She was considered the most beautiful woman in Miao, and the Miao people called her the Second Princess. It was only natural that she was skilled in witchcraft. After he and Li Mei became intimate, she asked him to stay in Miao as her second husband. He refused and secretly slipped away. He knew that if he returned to Miao and stayed with her, all his troubles would vanish. But he couldn't. He had hopes and dreams in the Central Plains, and he was unwilling to die in Miao. He didn't know how many times he had suffered torment—he couldn't even remember—but it happened every seven days, and he was almost numb. That morning, he was finally almost home. Calling it home was a bit of a stretch; it was more like a house. There were no relatives or love there, only a house. His mount lazily strolled along, and when it reached the gate of a house, it suddenly stopped. He slowly looked up and realized it was the home of his friend Ye Minghui. He thought to himself: I've been away on a trip for almost half a year, and it's been a long time since I've caught up with my friend. I should talk to him. In front of this friend, he didn't need to be modest or reserved; he could talk freely and without restraint, because Ye Minghui was an outsider. Besides, there was the beautiful and lovely Yunniang among his listeners. Entering the house, he felt disappointed and saddened; Ye Minghui had passed away four months ago. After offering incense at his friend's memorial, he was about to leave when Yunniang stopped him. The usually beautiful Yunniang now had a faint look of sorrow on her face, and her plain clothes accentuated her beautiful figure, revealing an indescribable charm. No wonder there's a saying: "To make a woman beautiful, she needs to wear a little mourning." This saying is quite true. At this moment, her expression had a serene beauty, yet it contained a sorrowful beauty and a sense of bewilderment. His sorrowful and bewildered expression was both endearing and pitiful. Yunniang prepared some tea and snacks and drank some wine with him, gradually dispelling the melancholy atmosphere. The two talked about what had happened since they last met, especially him, who recounted the strange customs and traditions of Miao territory to her as if they were his own treasures. Yunniang was a good listener, especially now that he had tied up his long, beautiful hair, revealing a section of his snow-white neck, and sometimes when he leaned down, a glimpse of part of his breast could be seen. Shen Ye had seen this sight countless times over the years, and he was no longer surprised. The two were so engrossed in their conversation that they forgot the time. At noon, Shen Ye's abdominal pain flared up again, as today was his usual flare-up. He was in so much pain that he bent over, clutching his stomach, cold sweat pouring down his back.Completely humiliated. Startled and bewildered, Yunniang frantically helped Shen Ye into the bedroom and laid him on the bed. She sat at the edge of the bed, massaging him, hoping to ease his pain. After a short while, the abdominal pain gradually subsided, and his desire began to rise. Shen Ye gestured for Yunniang, who was still massaging him, to leave the room. How could she know Shen Ye's intention? She completely ignored him. His desire grew increasingly intense, making him restless, while his reason rapidly diminished inversely proportional to his lust. Suddenly, he roughly pulled her onto the bed and tore off her clothes. Good heavens! That curvaceous, snow-white body, that slender, almost bent waist, those full breasts, those long, smooth, snow-white legs… ignited an even stronger, more intense desire within him. Yunniang didn't cry out, nor did she struggle, nor did she rush to pull the quilt to cover her naked body. Instead, a warm, alluring smile appeared on her face… His actions were extremely rough and violent, showing no mercy whatsoever. Yunniang's dreamlike moans, the occasional retreating movements amidst the rise and fall of her body—all these seemed to attest to the intensity of his passion. For a long, long time… they suddenly stopped moving. He buried his face in the warm, smooth cleavage, his heart filled with a strange satisfaction and the relief of release. But as reason returned, a sudden surge of guilt welled up, gnawing at his soul like a venomous snake, filling him with remorse. "Alas!" he sighed inwardly. If she weren't his friend's wife, he wouldn't feel such guilt after his satisfaction. Yet this naked beauty beneath him was indeed his friend's wife, and he had indeed done something terrible. He sighed deeply again, raising his head to gaze intently at her. Her jade-like face and crimson lips were still so intoxicating, stirring his heart once more. She hadn't drifted off to sleep, but like him, she opened her eyes wide to look back at him. Her gaze, like his, was unfathomable. She herself thought her figure was perfectly proportioned, with firm breasts, a slender waist, and long legs. Her skin was especially fair and delicate, smooth to the touch, and her face was as beautiful and captivating as a fairy. But this was only her current appearance and figure. Seven years ago, when she was fifteen, she was just a sallow-faced, thin, short, and unattractive little girl. That day, she was incredibly bored and listlessly wandered into a room filled with miscellaneous items and old, unused furniture. As she was looking around, she suddenly heard giggling coming from next door—it was her sister-in-law's voice. Why was her sister-in-law in that empty room next door? Why was she laughing? And why was her laughter so strange? It didn't sound like her usual laughter at all! Then she heard a man mumble a few words. The content of the words wasn't important; what was important was that this man was Zhang Wang, the family's hired farmhand. Why was he hiding in the empty room with her sister-in-law? How could he make her laugh so strangely? She peeked through a crack and saw two people on the bed covered only by a straw mat. The sight made her blush and her heart race. The two were naked, like two large white sheep. These two were, of course, Zhang Wang and his sister-in-law. She saw Zhang Wang's strong, tall body pressed tightly against her sister-in-law's fair, full-figured naked body. She also saw her sister-in-law hugging Zhang Wang, giggling and moaning, while biting his shoulder blade with her teeth… Yunniang felt her heart pound, her head spin, and her legs go weak. But from then on, her days seemed less boring. She felt that there were things in life worth pursuing or anticipating… The wedding night was the moment she had been waiting for, but Ye Minghui's clumsy actions angered her. She neither laughed nor moaned; it was over in an instant. The longing in her heart was dashed by anticipation, turning instead into a deep-seated disappointment. The wedding night was like this, and so were the days that followed. Each time she lay naked in the darkness, waiting for the man to roll off her, she would endure endless disappointment amidst his snoring. ※※※※※※ She poured Shen Ye a full glass of wine, her fair hands steady. Tonight was their fifth consecutive night of secret rendezvous. She could see the pain in Shen Ye's eyes, but she also knew that after a couple more drinks, passion would replace the pain, and ardent actions would replace drinking and words. Shen Ye gazed deeply at her, his eyes seemingly devoid of alcohol. "You are so beautiful, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life." His voice was gentle and deep. "Am I just beautiful?" she asked softly, a sudden feeling rising in her heart that their relationship was probably about to end. "Of course, more than that." "Then tell me, what else?" "You are intelligent, gentle, and considerate." He answered sincerely, "You are also the best in bed, knowing how to please a man. I'm not lying to you, I'm an experienced man." "Am I really that good in your eyes?" She was overjoyed, smiling sweetly. “Of course.” His tone was very certain. But her smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a sorrowful expression. “You gave me a strange, terrible premonition tonight,” she whispered. “I’m in pain, and you know why, of course.” “I know.” “And you?” “How am I?” “Don’t you regret it at all? Don’t you feel any guilt?” “I have absolutely no regrets, and no guilt whatsoever.” Her tone was resolute, showing an unwavering determination: “No matter what the consequences may be, or what price I have to pay, I will not regret it.” “Oh! You…” “Without you, even if I live to be a hundred, it will be as if I’ve never lived.” Shen Ye remained silent. Her words weren’t entirely without merit. If a person lives to be a hundred without the happiness they crave, then it is indeed better not to live at all. Conversely, if a person has experienced unforgettable happiness in their life, even if the time is extremely short, then their life will feel fulfilling, and they will not have lived in vain. "But I can't help but regret it, I can't help but feel guilty." Shen Ye turned and stared at the wine glass in his hand, as if he could see profound truths in it: "He and I were friends, his body is barely cold, what we did was a sin." Sin? That word was too jarring! Yun Niang didn't feel guilty about those two words! She had always felt that their relationship was a natural thing, and didn't think it was sinful. She was a mature woman, and already free, of course she had the right to enjoy life. So she had no regrets! "Anyway, you want to leave, you want to get far away from me?" "Yes." "Oh God!" she cried softly, trembling slightly, "After you leave, what will I have left? Who will I live for?" This kind of lament and self-pity was heart-wrenching. Shen Ye silently watched her, suddenly feeling ten or even a hundred times more impulsive than usual, he made a gesture they knew well. Yun Niang immediately rose gracefully, her clothes suddenly tearing open, revealing her beautiful, white, soft, and smooth body, no longer covered. She let this handsome man admire her for a long time... [The End]

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