"My Brother is My Husband" - (45) Be Your Husband

Wang Anzhi was only one year older than Yan Jing, and at the age of twenty-three, he was the first person in Ye City to be granted the title of marquis at such a young age. Of course, it is undeniable that he had a good father.
As soon as Yan Luan's fragrant carriage arrived at the Marquis of Wu'an's residence, the sound of jade bells abruptly stopped, attracting many gazes. The beautiful and slender figure of the young girl slowly stepped down, and the bustling main gate of the Marquis's residence suddenly fell silent.
"The princess has arrived."
The first to greet her was Wang Anzhi, who bowed to Yan Luan with an air of elegance. His gloomy eyes held an undisguised amazement, probably because he rarely saw Yan Luan wearing the most fashionable peach blossom makeup of the time. Her lips, adorned with lip rouge, were alluring and seductive, and the peach blossom decoration on her forehead made her even more beautiful and bewitching.
"Your Excellency's hospitality is too kind, so I, A-Luan, will come first." She smiled at him with a hint of aloofness and casually uttered the words she had prepared beforehand.
"The presence of the Princess brings great honor to my humble abode."
Wang Anzhi was overjoyed and led Yan Luan into the mansion, introducing her to the people who had come to attend the tea party. Among them were many great scholars of the time, and even several famous writers recorded in later history books.
The fact that such a renowned scholar could be invited made Yan Luan realize that Wang Anzhi was not as simple as she had thought...
Yan Luan thought that tea parties were nothing more than a group of literati and nobles playing tea games. However, the July tea party organized by Wang Anzhi was somewhat different. The first event was a gathering of friends through literature. In a garden that could accommodate a thousand people, each person had a table to paint or write. After three sticks of incense, the exhibition was held and judged by everyone.
Yan Luan was not particularly literate, so he naturally wouldn't participate in this event. However, Wang Anzhi's calligraphy, reminiscent of the Liu style of the previous dynasty, impressed Yan Luan.
Next came the game of "Floating Wine Cups on a Winding Stream," but because of the intense summer heat, ice blocks were placed in the swirling water, and the jade cups floated gently as they moved. After listening to one or two performances, Yan Luan lost interest.
Wang Anzhi, who had been keeping an eye on her, was quite observant and quietly instructed a maid to take Yan Luan to the flower pavilion to rest.
Along the way, the maids introduced the Wu'an Marquis's residence to her. Although it was not as grand as the Huaiyin Marquis's residence, it was still uniquely laid out and had pleasant scenery. After entering the Hua Ting Hall for rest, a steady stream of maids brought her tea and fruit.
"Does the princess wish to return to the manor?" The maid who accompanied her had already noticed Yan Luan's lack of interest.
Yan Luan ate the chilled cherry blossom cake and nodded listlessly. She had thought it would be a lively tea party, but it was so boring. She might as well go back to the manor and play with her little pig.
"Then this servant will go and have them prepare." At this time, the guards and coachmen had entered the mansion to rest, and it was necessary to inform them.
Unexpectedly, the maid did not return for a long time. Yan Luan felt something was wrong, so she got up and walked towards the door. Before her tea-white embroidered shoes had even stepped out of the threshold, her slender body bumped into someone's arms.
"Ouch!" Caught off guard by the collision, she clutched her wrist in pain, and the gold-threaded fan in her hand fell to the ground, the jade pendant making a clear sound as it hit the ground.
"Is the princess leaving?"
Wang Anzhi looked at Yan Luan as she withdrew from his embrace. His hands still held the lightness of the young girl's body, and the lingering fragrance in his nose stirred his heart.
Yan Luan lightly touched her eyebrows and smiled gently, "I suddenly feel a little unwell and would like to return to my residence first, so I won't bother you any longer, Marquis."
"Does Your Highness dislike me? Why do you always come up with new ways to refuse me?" He suddenly moved closer to her, reaching out to pluck a strand of Yan Luan's hair and gently twirling it between his fingers.
This unusually frivolous action caused Yan Luan's expression to change instantly. She abruptly took a few steps back and said in a cold, sweet voice, "My lord, please have some self-respect. My maid has already gone to make preparations. I must go now."
Wang Anzhi's suddenly cold eyes frightened her somewhat. She tried to calm herself and walk past him to escape out the door, but after only two steps, her slender waist was suddenly tightened.
"Ah! What are you doing! Let go of me!"
"Leave? Where to? This Marquis's mansion isn't a place you can just come and go as you please. Princess, please be good today, I'll be very gentle."
His sinister laugh exploded in her ear, and his long arm clamped around Yan Luan's slender waist, pulling her into his embrace. The disparity in height and strength made it easy for him to carry her behind the screen of the Twelve Flower Goddesses, while one hand tightly covered her little mouth that was crying for help.
"Mmm! Mmm!" Yan Luan struggled as he pressed her down onto the chaise longue. As soon as the hand covering her mouth was removed, the man's tea-scented lips pressed against hers. Unlike those villains who died from talking too much, Wang Anzhi's actions were ruthless, precise, and swift, leaving no room for maneuver.
The girl's panicked lips and sweet, fragrant mouth were pinched hard by Wang Anzhi, who forced her to open her teeth. His wet, sticky tongue invaded the place he had longed for, greedily and frantically plundering it.
"Ah! Let...uh! Let me go!"
The passionate kiss lasted a long time before finally stopping. In the end, Wang Anzhi pervertedly licked Yan Luan's increasingly vibrant lips, swallowing every last drop of the lip rouge. He then fed a mouthful of saliva into Yan Luan's mouth and forced her to swallow it.
"Swallow it obediently."
Yan Luan was still in shock when Wang Anzhi grabbed her cheeks and pinched her wrists so hard that his fingers were digging into her flesh. He didn't seem to care and slightly raised her chin, causing her to choke on a lot of saliva.
As soon as he let go, her first reaction was to lie on the chaise lounge feeling nauseous. But when his hand started to move towards the back of her neck, she got up and slapped him in a fit of rage.
Snap!
"Wang Anzhi! Are you tired of living?!" He actually tried to force himself on her!
Yan Luan used all her strength in that slap, causing Wang Anzhi's gloomy face to tilt to the other side, and his face was scratched by Yan Luan's fingernails, with faint beads of blood seeping out.
Wang Anzhi slowly turned his head, grabbed Yan Luan who was getting up to leave, and touched her bleeding cheek with one hand. The bloody smell made him narrow his eyes dangerously, and he sneered, "The princess's voice is so nice, it makes my heart itch, but it's not as good as here... it's hard."
"you!"
Yan Luan was furious at the vulgarity in his words and tried to escape from his grasp, but he pressed her against the back of the chaise longue. He even leaned in and kissed her chest-length dress indiscriminately.
"Let me go! Wang Anzhi, if you dare touch me today, I will raze the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion to the ground tomorrow!" His touch disgusted her to the extreme, and she made threats without regard for anything else, just hoping to escape this calamity.
"Princess, be good. All women have to go through this. Once you become mine, I will treat you well. You can have anything you want. I can even make you the empress."
Everyone has their obsessions, and Wang Anzhi's obsession was Yan Luan. He was captivated by her at first sight. She was like a honey-sweetened poison, luring him step by step into her clutches, yet cruelly denying him any hope, which left him in despair.
Desperate to the point of... vowing to possess her at all costs! To imprison her in his bed, to make her bear his children, and to never allow her to leave him for the rest of her life!
"If the princess wishes to call out, then call out loudly. If it attracts people, they can be witnesses. Given their status and position, I believe the princess will accept me as her husband."

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