Chapter 43: The Lecher Who Intruded into the Boudoir at Night

Perhaps Qin Yanheng deliberately blocked the news, and the incident at the Broad Day Theater did not attract much attention in the capital.

At night, Luo Mansion.

Luo Qingling sat in the bathtub, steam rising from his face. The room was filled with white mist. Outside the screen, candles shone brightly. The Golden Dragon Sword lay on the table beside him. In the candlelight, the sword shone with a special light that did not belong to this world.

What Qin Yanheng said in the teahouse today was not without reason. Why did she follow him on the southern tour?

The two were not related, only meeting because of the Golden Dragon Sword. Beyond that, they had no other connection. It would be a bit unreasonable for them to travel south together. Furthermore, the southern tour group would likely be composed of rough men. How could she, a woman who had just come of age, be guaranteed safety if she went along?

"My wife."

Aunt Zhao knocked on the door and came in, holding a plate of brocade in her hand. The color was pink with red, which was particularly rare.

Seeing this, Luo Qingling put on her nightgown and walked around the screen, putting the Golden Dragon Sword into her sleeve. She walked up to the maid, picked up a corner of brocade and examined it carefully.

"Is this the cloth my aunt said she would send over a few days ago?" Luo Qingling couldn't help but touch the brocade. It felt silky and much better than what she had worn before. She didn't know what material it was made of, but it looked like the finest brocade. However, the color was unusual. It even had a strange red hue when viewed from different angles. It was really beautiful!

"To answer my lady, Madam Zhao sent this cloth to the mansion this afternoon. Coincidentally, you were at the theater, so Madam Zhao told me to take good care of it. She said it was made by Madam Hongmei of the Colorful Clothing Shop. Only ten pieces are available each year, and they've been reserved long ago by the ladies of the capital. Madam Zhao had to ask someone to help her get two pieces, and she's sending them all to you."

"My aunt has been here?" Luo Qingling couldn't let go of the fabric. "My aunt really loves me!"

She immediately decided to ask the tailor to come and measure her for clothes early the next morning. After giving the order, she turned off the lights and went to bed.

Because of the bright moonlight outside the window, Luo Qingling did not have the habit of leaving a night light on. At this moment, the room was pitch black, with only a ray of moonlight shining through the stained glass window, as gentle as water. The golden and white light sprinkled on the brocade cloth in front of the table, making the cloth more red, revealing a somewhat unusual color.

His consciousness gradually became blurred, and his whole body felt as if immersed in warm water, extremely comfortable. Luo Qingling turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

The white mist gradually dissipated, and a golden palace appeared before our eyes.

"As for that golden jade marriage stone, I've long believed its fate would be to fall into the human realm," the two immortals beneath the marriage tree chattered as they played chess again. "Although this heavenly treasure will undoubtedly be scrambled for by demons and evil spirits once it reaches the human realm, that's also its fate. How to break it depends on the marriage stone itself."

"What else can a piece of stone think?" another immortal said, "But I heard from Master Yue that the other half of the jade seems to have been found."

The immortal who had initiated the conversation uttered a "hmm" and silently picked up the chess piece he had dropped. However, another person suddenly grabbed his hand and said, "What are you doing? You always regret your moves every time you play chess. I won't play chess with you next time!"

The two immortals were extremely noisy in the dream, making Luo Qingling unable to sleep well.

She heard a sigh in her ear, and the image of the immortal in her dream suddenly disappeared, replaced by a bright red costume. The woman with black hair draped over her shoulders was wearing the costume with her back to her, singing incoherently.

Luo Qingling had a feeling that something was wrong and struggled to wake up, but he couldn't open his eyes. It was as if he was trapped in a dream and he could only sit stiffly and be forced to listen to the opera.

On the bed, Luo Qingling lay flat on his back, unable to move. The golden dragon sword in his sleeve glowed with an unusual fluorescence, but it couldn't wake him from his nightmare. The moonlight outside the window had disappeared without a trace, and dark clouds covered the night sky. From time to time, a black bird flew by, screaming in surprise.

Prince's Palace.

Qin Yanheng was fast asleep when a force suddenly pulled his wrist outward, protruding halfway out of the bed. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at his wrist, but saw nothing. Just as he thought he was dreaming, the force reappeared, trying to pull him out.

It’s the Golden Dragon Sword!

Qin Yanheng was very familiar with this. Not long ago, it was this force that stopped him and prevented him from leaving Luo Qingling more than ten miles away. However, the Prince's Mansion was only five miles away from the Luo Mansion... Besides, there was no reason for Luo Qingling to go out in the middle of the night. Why would the Golden Dragon Sword inexplicably pull him to her side?

The power in his hands grew stronger, and he felt uneasy. Qin Yanheng hurriedly put on his outer robe and ran towards Luo Mansion.

A moment later, a red wall appeared before his eyes, and not far away was the Luo Mansion. The mansion was now pitch black, without a single lamp or candle - he didn't know which room Luo Qingling was in.

Standing at the door was of no use, so Qin Yanheng climbed over the wall without hesitation. Relying on his intuition and the magic power of the Golden Dragon Sword in his hand, he soon found Luo Qingling's location.

The doors and windows were closed, and evil spirits were leaking out.

Qin Yanheng took a deep breath and tried to convince himself. The Golden Dragon Sword had summoned him. He was only here to catch monsters and save people. He wasn't some lecher who'd break into a boudoir at night, nor was he some thief who'd take advantage of someone's misfortune. If he saw something he shouldn't have seen... No, no, no, he was a prince. Of course, catching monsters was the most important thing. How could he take the initiative to see something he shouldn't have?

With a flip of his wrist, the door suddenly opened. Qin Yanheng looked straight ahead and walked in with a determined heart. He suppressed the urge to look for Luo Qingling, took out a talisman from his sleeve and cast a spell to find the monster, but saw the talisman swirl in the air and then fly straight towards the bed.

The gauze curtain fell, and the girl lay flat in it, her hands folded in front of her abdomen. Her breathing was steady and particularly clear in the quiet room.

“…”

This monster had to run to the bed because there were so many places for him to run to!

Without time to convince himself, Qin Yanheng waved his hand and struck someone, not knowing who he had stabbed. A female voice snorted, and it was not Luo Qingling's usual tender voice, but sounded particularly old.

The bed curtains shuddered, but Luo Qingling didn't wake up. She only frowned and turned her head this way and that, unable to open her eyes. Qin Yanheng stepped forward and whispered a few times in her ear, but she seemed to be trapped in a nightmare. If she remained in bed, the demon would easily take advantage of her!

"I am only saving people, I have no other thoughts. Madam Luo, I am sorry!"

Qin Yanheng muttered to himself, closed his eyes, and lifted the covers. With one hand, he held the girl in his arms. With the other, he pulled out a talisman and threw it at the red smoke on the bed. The demonic aura immediately dissipated, and a fishy stench assaulted his face. Qin Yanheng, nauseated, stepped back repeatedly while holding Luo Qingling. Suddenly, his calf seemed to hit something, and he and the girl in his arms fell to the couch.

Luo Qingling moaned, pretending she was still sleeping in bed. She slightly bent her legs and moved towards the only source of heat beside her, using Qin Yanheng as a human cushion. As if it was not enough, she twisted her head on Qin Yanheng's neck.

The incident happened suddenly, and Qin Yanheng had no time to put on his clothes. He just threw on a coat and rushed over. After what had just happened, the front of his coat had already opened, revealing his fair neck. The girl's breath hit his skin, the scent sweet and with a hint of warmth. Qin Yanheng suddenly felt like he was holding a piece of warm and soft jade.

He glanced down quickly at the person in his arms, then held his breath and looked up at the beams. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, trying not to pay attention to the smooth touch on his hands.

No wonder those old men in heaven said she was a piece of jade...

No, no, how could he take advantage of someone in distress! Besides, the demon hadn't been found yet, so how could he sit in Luo Qingling's boudoir with her arms around her? If he ran into a servant who was up at night, how would he explain it?

The more you fear something, the more likely you are to encounter it. Just as Qin Yanheng was about to get up and put the person back on the bed, he heard voices coming from the courtyard gate, accompanied by footsteps getting closer and closer.

"My wife?"

The visitor had already entered the courtyard. Qin Yanheng hurriedly placed Luo Qingling on the low couch and stood in front of her, looking around, thinking about where to hide for the time being and come out after the visitor left. However, this place was just a place to sleep. There was only a bed, a cabinet, and a dressing table in the room. There was no place to hide!

"Madam, when you get up at night, why don't you light a candle or close the door?"

broken!

He was in such a hurry that he forgot to close the door.

"Are you thirsty, ma'am?"

The lantern in the man's hand swung slightly, casting a light into the room and illuminating the ground, forming a shadow that gradually moved forward. Qin Yanheng stood there, somewhat bewildered. He swallowed and slowly turned to look at Luo Qingling, who was only wearing a thin nightgown, as if he had made up his mind.

"My wife—"

The embroidered shoes stepped over the top step and the person walked over the threshold into the room.

Aunt Zhao looked inside. The room was quiet, the bed curtains drawn, trembling slightly in the dim light. She thought she had misjudged him, but she rubbed her eyes and looked inside the bed. The quilt was bulging, rising and falling slightly.

My wife is sleeping soundly.

Aunt Zhao looked puzzled. It was strange. She had clearly heard movement in the room, the sound of footsteps coming from time to time. She had thought that her wife was restless or had gotten up to drink water, so she hurried over and saw the wooden door of the wing room wide open.

Perhaps my wife didn't close the door properly before going to bed, and the night wind blew it open. Aunt Zhao thought so, then she quietly closed the door and quietly left the courtyard.

The light from the lantern gradually faded away, and the room returned to its previous darkness.

On the bed.

Qin Yanheng closed his eyes and forced himself to slow down his breathing, trying to block out the fragrance surrounding him, but it was in vain.

If he had accidentally entered the sea of flowers and sniffed their fragrance when he was on the couch, then this time on the bed he had been possessed by evil intentions. Fortunately, he still had a bit of gentlemanly spirit and would never take advantage of someone in distress. Now he could only clench his fists and forcibly suppress the impulse.

He was not a man who would be tempted by beauty. In the past, when he was impulsive, he could calm down in a short time. But he was old enough to be a magistrate after all, so he could understand a little bit... He had developed different thoughts about Luo Qingling tonight, and he was a complete scoundrel.

He can't stay any longer!

Qin Yanheng stood up and tucked the quilt for Luo Qingling, then turned around and blended into the night.