Chapter 92 A passionate kiss: I'm willing to be a mistress, a concubine, a woman without any official status...

He wrapped his arms around Le Jin, their waists pressed tightly together, as if they were about to become one. Le Jin felt as if his arms were two chains, jingling as they held her, and she wondered where he was taking her to in the underworld. A sense of dread rose within her.

"Smack!"

Le Jin struggled to breathe, but her hands moved swiftly and quickly, slapping Meng Shutai again in the blink of an eye, fulfilling his wish.

He thought she wouldn't dare?

So what if I hit her? Do you think I can get her to soften her heart? Dream on.

Le Jin glared at him angrily, but before she could retract her hand, Meng Shutai grabbed her wrist with tremendous force, so strong that his knuckles turned white.

He gave a slight, almost imperceptible smile.

Then, Le Jin watched as Meng Shutai pulled her hand to his lips, his soft lips landing on her palm with a kiss.

During the kiss, the tip of her tongue slipped out and touched the palm of Yuejin's hand twice, wet and slippery, like two dewdrops from a lotus leaf falling quietly into Yuejin's palm.

What are you doing!

She suddenly became angry, forcefully twisting her hand back and rubbing it vigorously on her body, her disgust evident in her words.

However, Meng Shutai's eyes and brows were filled with a gentle smile, completely ignoring the burning pain of the two slaps on his face, his forehead resting against Le Jin's collarbone.

"I wanted to kiss you, but I was afraid you'd get angry, so I could only kiss your palm..."

His tone was filled with deep grievance, which only fueled Yue Jin's anger. He used to be reckless and disregard life and death when he was in a frenzy, but now he knows how to consider her feelings?

Le Jin impulsively raised her wrist, almost to hit him again, but the shameful wetness in her palm remained, like holding a live fish, its small round mouth sucking at her. The strange, lively feeling he left on her body.

Fearing he would do something reckless again, she angrily flung her arm away, but ultimately didn't hit him anymore.

Le Jinping said bluntly and without emotion, "Today is a big day, and there are people everywhere outside. If you continue to be so shameless, I will call for help immediately."

A slight vibration suddenly appeared at my collarbone; it was Meng Shutai laughing.

He was as sinister as a wild fox, and no one knew what he was thinking. Le Jin felt a chill run down her spine.

"We used to be separated by only a car's width of wall, and there were people everywhere outside. How was Ah Jin back then? Now you want me to return her?"

Le Jin's ears suddenly burned, as if two matches were burning below her earlobes. What was it like then? Back then, he had coaxed her into taking off her clothes and sitting on his lap, while the voices and shadows outside the car burned her like oil...

That person is absolutely wicked!

Le Jin turned her head to the side and spat!

Suddenly, three fingers gripped her chin, pressing directly against Le Jin's jawbone, causing her so much pain that she almost burst into tears.

"let go!"

In the blink of an eye, the fox-like smile on Meng Shutai's face vanished, as if he had become a completely different person, his eyes shrouded in a pitiful gloom.

"You say you're not Yue Jin, so why do you find it offensive when I bring up the carriage?"

His breathing trembled, and the gloom in his eyes slowly dissipated as he looked at Le Jinshi, revealing a pitiful and exhausted look.

"Ah Jin, I miss you so much."

Meng Shutai spoke with such tenderness, as if they had once been a divine couple, a loving pair. Le Jin didn't know if he had completely gone mad in these seven years or had become even more vicious than before, his ability to distort the truth and indulge in wishful thinking far more remarkable than it had been seven years ago.

“I’ll say it again, my lord, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I am not your deceased wife.”

Le Jin now realized that she had fallen into his trap by entering this room; he was probably just waiting for her to be alone so he could take advantage of her. She reached out and pried Meng Shu's arm off her waist; the jade bracelet on her wrist swayed gently, tapping softly between her and him.

A sudden inspiration struck her. She raised her wrist, tugged at her sleeve, and deliberately displayed the entire jade bracelet in front of Meng Shutai.

"See this? This was given to me by Consort Wen. Soon, Xuan Shengzi will take me into his life. My lord, you'd better be careful and stop bothering me."

This lustrous jade bracelet is a silent protective charm. Le Jin knew that Meng Shutai's eyesight would definitely be able to recognize that this thing was of great importance, so she deliberately shook her wrist to show off the bracelet.

Meng Shutai's gaze swept over the bracelet, then turned to look at Le Jin, clearly more interested in her.

"So... the way you're avoiding crowds and trying to find a place to hide is because of this unexpected marriage? Well, it seems your marriage isn't going so well."

He smiled, his smile as bright and beautiful as a tree in full bloom in spring.

“You like me more, don’t you? You never hesitated when we got married.”

"That's because I'm eager to mess with you. Otherwise, do you think I'd do it willingly?" Le Jin rolled her eyes at him and gave a cold snort.

"Whether I'm satisfied or not is none of your business, you have nothing to do with it anyway!"

"I'm willing to be with Xuan Shengzi, and I have absolutely nothing to do with you!"

Le Jin leaned her head against the cabinet behind her, her neck tense, no longer looking at Meng Shutai. She had made herself clear, and she didn't believe that with Consort Wen and Xuan Shengzi as his backers, he would dare to act recklessly.

There was silence between them for a while. After a long while, Meng Shutai suddenly leaned down to Le Jin's ear, his cheek pressed against her cool and delicate ear. His tenderness and affection were tinged with a helpless indulgence, like a loving elder who was exhausted by a naughty child.

He is indeed much older than Le Jin now.

"It doesn't matter who you're with, I won't care anymore. I used to always control you, which made you hate me. I regret it so much during these years of loneliness..."

Le Jin's eyes flashed brightly for a moment, reflecting shock and...disdain. Meng Shutai's words were highly unreliable. She snorted, waiting with annoyance for his next move.

He moved away from her ear, loosened his grip on her waist and arms, and finally let go of Le Jin completely. He no longer pressed his body against her, and took a half step back to give Le Jin some space again.

"Hmm?" Le Jin frowned. This situation was too unfamiliar, too normal, and completely unlike Meng Shutai's behavior.

Before Le Jin could adjust, Meng Shutai gently cupped her cheeks. His thumbs caressed the soft flesh of her cheeks, and his loving gaze fell on Le Jin's face, like a brilliant and magnificent sunset, carrying a touch of all-consuming sorrow, burning fiercely.

"You can choose whomever you want, I have nothing to say. But I choose you, so please don't push me away, okay?"

Before Le Jin could react to his meaning, Meng Shutai suddenly kissed her.

The force was overwhelming, like a torrential downpour, white beads scattering everywhere, making it hard for Le Jin to open her eyes. He kissed her passionately but patiently, cupping her face in his hands, kissing her lips, cheeks, and even the tip of her nose again and again, his head gently nuzzling against her.

The kiss is not the main focus at this moment; it is merely a ripple caused by the outpouring of love and desire.

Le Jin felt like crying from the kiss. Meng Shutai's breath was on her face, and for a moment she couldn't think of anything more tender than this.

But the next moment, she braced herself against his heaving chest, forcefully pushing away his advances. Her lips, moist and glistening, parted as she gasped for breath, and asked, bewildered:

What exactly do you mean?

Meng Hutai lowered his eyes and gazed at her, the light in his eyes like the shimmering surface of a lake as winter ice begins to thaw, spring already awakening, its warmth mingling with his smile.

He traced the slightly swollen redness of Le Jin's lips with his fingertips, and said, word by word, "I don't need any title when I'm with you."

"I'm willing to be a mistress, a concubine, the one without any status, as long as Ah Jin doesn't push me away..."

Meng Shutai's hand slowly climbed up Le Jin's lower back. This time, his arm was as soft as a willow branch, and he wrapped it around Le Jin without her noticing.

“You’ve tried it, my kisses are very comfortable, better than other men’s. Besides…” He put his other arm around Le Jin’s waist, “My fingers, my tongue, everything else… were all born for A Jin.”

Meng Shutai turned his head to suckle Le Jin's earlobe and then quickly released it, as if only for that moment when her body trembled in surprise, or as if to remind her of something.

A buzzing sound came from Le Jin's ears, as if something had exploded inside them, so loud that her heart almost stopped.

She had experienced the surge of passion within the woman's body, thoroughly and completely. And every blissful, overwhelming sensation of ecstasy was brought to her by this madman before her.

A familiar desire within her was rekindled by him, and Le Jin felt a tingling sensation all over her body, with every inch of her skin sweating profusely.

Only the bracelet on my wrist was cold.

All of Le Jin's rationality was focused on the bracelet. She grabbed it and shoved Meng Shutai aside with her shoulder.

"Are you insane! A dignified young master, behaving like a vulgar person!"

Meng Shutai, caught off guard, stumbled a few steps. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Le Jin strode out of the room.

It was unclear how many pieces the musicians had already played, but as soon as Yue Jin appeared, the exquisite harmony of the strings and pipes continued, as if time itself stood still amidst the plucking of the strings and playing the sheng. What happened after she turned around was like a strange tale from the mountains and countryside.

A scholar was traveling late at night and took shelter from the rain in a small hut. There he met a stunningly beautiful woman, and somehow they ended up having a night of passionate lovemaking. But the next day, just as dawn was breaking, the scholar rubbed his eyes and found that the beautiful woman and the hut were nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was an ancient tomb beside him, with the name on the tombstone faded and illegible.

Le Jin's mind was completely blank. She didn't even know which step she was taking as she lifted her skirt to go downstairs. At this moment, she was surprised to find herself becoming one with the scholar.

"oops!"

Le Jin bumped into someone, taking a solid hit to the shoulder. She winced in pain, but fortunately, the misfortune helped her regain her composure.

"It's you..."

Yuanfang tapped her head with his curved fingers, "Where did you go? I've been looking for you everywhere."

He naturally took Le Jin's hand and parted the crowd on the steps for her. "Father and Consort Jing are arriving soon. Although this banquet is mainly for entertainment, we can't wander around at this time."

Le Jin nodded repeatedly, following his steps, but her head unconsciously turned back to look at the third floor where the musicians were.

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the railing, holding a five-stringed pipa inlaid with mother-of-pearl, staring intently at Yue Jin, a faint smile in his eyes.

Startled, Le Jin immediately turned her head and tightly grasped Yuan Fang Sui's hand.

The things in the ancient tomb have transformed into beautiful women.

Yuanfang noticed that something was wrong with Lejin, turned around and smiled gently at her, "Nervous? It's okay, I'll take care of everything."

His eyes were large, dark, bright, and clear, filled with warmth.

Le Jin was led by Yuan Fang, but not towards Consort Wen's place. Instead, they went to the central pavilion on the second floor, which had the best view and the most luxurious furnishings.

The Emperor, Consort Wen, and Consort Jing are all here.

But the day was too tumultuous for Yue Jin to bear, even with the Emperor himself before her. Besides, modern people don't really have a concrete concept of the identity of "Emperor," and without a concept, there is no fear. So she let Yuan Fang take the lead in making her face and handle all social interactions with him.

Le Jin stood quietly with her head bowed beside Yuan Fang, listening as Yuan Fang praised her from head to toe, wishing he could sculpt a golden statue of her on the spot.

Le Jin understood that these were all empty words, said to the Emperor and Consort Jing to please their elders and make them agree to their relationship.

But Le Jin gradually felt more at ease.

Because Yuan Fangsui never let go of her hand. Regardless of whether the gazes cast by these superiors were of satisfaction or scrutiny, Yuan Fangsui stood in front of her, using his already limited blood ties to build an impregnable wall for Le Jin.

Le Jin secretly raised her eyes and saw Yuan Fang Sui raising a cup to drink with the emperor, his demeanor unrestrained and free-spirited, exuding a unique charm. She suddenly thought: If Yuan Fang Sui had always been the Seventh Prince, with his looks and character, he would surely be the number one figure in Luoyang. Perhaps... perhaps she would have fallen for him first in the book, not Meng Shutai.

As my thoughts drifted, someone suddenly announced, "The eldest son of Duke Meng Shi presented a pipa piece to the Dowager Princess to celebrate her birthday."

"Duke Meng" is the respectful title given to the head of the Meng family. Le Jin closed her eyes and took a deep breath. No wonder he was carrying a pipa on the third floor; he was there to perform a piece.

Le Jin opened her eyes, and Yu Guangzhong and Meng Shutai had already walked in gracefully.

Before he could even bow, the Emperor had already ordered someone to bring him a reclining chair with cushions, and said with a look of concern, "Shutai, you've been ill for a long time, please sit down! Are you much better now?"

Meng Shutai held the pipa horizontally, her smile shy, like the bright moon reflected on a lake, exuding an indescribable gentleness.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I must thank Your Highness as well." He turned to Yuan Fang, whose face was slightly frozen, and said with a smile, "Since Your Highness came to my humble abode, it is as if I have received a miraculous medicine, and all my ailments have been cured."

Yuanfang gave a forced smile and replied dismissively, "Not at all."

He makes it sound so nice, but isn't he just after Qing Si? If he had known that the praised eldest son of the Meng family was such a despicable person, he would have dragged Qing Si away halfway down Ji Mountain!

When the emperor heard Meng Shutai praise his son in this way, he was obviously pleased, but he also began to have some thoughts in his heart.

Fang Sui's destiny was different from others from the moment she was born. Now that she has achieved enlightenment, she can not only protect the Meng family from illness and ensure their well-being, but she can also protect the emperor.

The emperor stroked his white beard, his face grinning like a raccoon. “Fang Sui has been cultivating in seclusion on Mount Chenji for decades. This time, she has returned to the capital with her beloved. Why not stay a little longer and postpone the trip for three months, so that we can settle our life’s important matter first?”

"But Father has already promised me. He said that I could travel the world after half a month. A king's word is his bond, is that not true?"

The emperor raised his chin slightly, seemingly intoxicated, using the demeanor of a loving father to conceal his true desires.

"Father did not know that you had a woman you liked. It is true that a king's word is law, but Father always hopes to see his child live a happy life."

His words were so impeccable that Yuanfang was speechless. He could only put on a bright smile and thank his father again and again.

Turning around, she met Meng Shutai's gaze.

A smile in those beautiful eyes, a tiny movement, yet carrying a sharp provocation.

Yuan Fang ignored him, lowered her head, and secretly asked Le Jin beside her, "Qing Si, are you angry with me?"

Angry? Angry about what? Angry that he took her to meet his family, or angry that Meng Shutai tricked him?

Le Jin smiled, pursing her lips. "What's there to be angry about? Am I such a petty person?"

She secretly grasped Yuanfang's little finger under the table, "But if you do something this big again without telling me, I'll really get angry."

Yuanfang blinked at her, a sweet smile playing on his lips.

Meng Shutai pressed down on the strings of the pipa, his jade-like fingers plucking and twisting them. The strings, like pearls and jade, slid from his fingertips, drawing everyone's attention and causing them to listen attentively with smiles.

This was the first time Yue Jin had learned that this person could play the pipa, but thinking about it, it was perfectly normal for him to be able to play the pipa, his fingers...

Those hands deftly manipulated and plucked the strings, displaying an exceptionally high level of skill, yet it made Le Jin blush and her heart race. It was as if those profuse kisses were once again landing on her lips…

The more timid Yue Jin became, the tighter she gripped Yuan Fang's arm.

Unfortunately, Meng Shutai's chair was angled towards Yuan Fangsui, and his gaze easily bypassed him, landing on Le Jin, who was seated slightly lower.

Her face flushed, and Meng Shutai smiled, deliberately misplaying a note with his fingertips.

It should be in response to her restless mind.

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Author's Note: Updates have been irregular these past few days [please] because the story might end in just a few chapters, and I have very mixed feelings [crying][crying][crying]. To make matters worse, I caught a cold, and my head is spinning. But I will try my best to update daily [let me see].

Didn't we mention earlier that Meng Shutai's nickname was a little historical Easter egg? Now we can find the answer, hahaha!

The name "Bodhisattva" comes from Gao Pusa, a male favorite of Empress Feng You of the Northern Wei Dynasty. I stumbled upon a post about Empress Feng You while working on the character design, and that's when I noticed her male favorite was named "Bodhisattva"! Such a taboo name, yet he did such earth-shattering things! (I absolutely love this part of history; it gives me a really satisfying, gossip-loving feeling, hahaha!)

I suddenly wondered, what if the male lead became the mistress? What if the male lead was originally the rightful wife but ended up becoming the mistress?

Thus, Meng Shutai's nickname became "Bodhisattva," alluding to that historical "mistress," haha.

So from the very beginning of the story, he was destined to never be the main wife. [Sunglasses][Sunglasses][Sunglasses]