Chapter 139 World 6 (Eleven)

The breeze blew the iris-colored skirt, like ripples on the lake, which made Baoshan look even more slender and thin.

The moonlight, like frost and snow, sprinkled on Bao Shan's porcelain-white cheeks, reflecting the panic and helplessness on her face. Bao Shan bit her soft lips with her pearly teeth, leaving a dent on her lips. The curling black hair was lifted by the wind and drifted in front of Xie Guan, making his palm itch. He almost used all his strength to restrain himself from reaching out and holding the strand of black hair in his palm. Bao Shan turned her head to the side, and said in a vague voice: "What difference does it make whether it is or not?"

Hearing this, Xie Guan clenched his fists, veins popping on the backs of his hands. Even though he'd expected this, hearing Bao Shan say that she'd given her body to someone else instantly sent a surge of rage through him. Xie Guan raised his gaze and looked directly at Bao Shan, his fury still raging. But when he saw Bao Shan's misty eyes, his anger immediately turned to panic.

Xie Guan moved forward, but stopped again because of their identities. He looked at the tears in Bao Shan's eyes and whispered, "But which scoundrel is forcing you, or is it the Qin family forcing you?"

Bao Shan said nothing, only letting the crystal tears slide down her cheeks. The tip of her nose was a pitiful red. She knew she was in a mess, but she refused to clean up, insisting on showing all her misery to Xie Guan.

She wanted Xie Guan to know that if he hadn't questioned her harshly, she wouldn't have been so embarrassed.

Xie Guan no longer remembered his anger and just thought that he had acted rashly. He knew very well that Bao Shan was having a hard time in the Qin Mansion.

If the Qin family wanted to please a scoundrel, it would be understandable that they would take the opportunity to use the precious fan as a gift, present it to him, and try to please him earnestly.

Baoshan was forced to lose her innocence. Given her weak nature, she must have been terrified.

He knew she was in a difficult situation and that she had no choice but to do so. However, he did not try to comfort her. Instead, he angrily questioned her like everyone else.

Seeing the pitiful appearance of the beauty shedding tears, Xie Guan felt a trace of pain in his heart. He wanted to wipe the tears from Bao Shan's cheeks, but he felt that if he acted rashly, it would probably make Bao Shan even more embarrassed.

A neatly folded cotton handkerchief was handed to Baoshan.

Bao Shan looked up. The anger on Xie Guan's face had completely dissipated, replaced by heartache and pity. Bao Shan didn't reach for the handkerchief. She spoke softly, "Since you consider me frivolous, no amount of argument will suffice. Now... I'm afraid I've become even more worthless in your eyes. I'll truly be reduced to being someone else's concubine..."

Although Bao Shan was blaming Xie Guan, her voice was not aggressive. Instead, it was soft and gentle. She seemed to be blaming Xie Guan, but in reality, she was pitying herself. Xie Guan, who was being blamed, did not feel angry at all, but instead felt more guilty.

Xie Guan hurriedly said, "I have never felt that you are humble. In my heart, you have always been like the moon in the well, bright and clear."

Innocence or not, the moon's brilliance can never be tarnished.

Baoshan's cheeks flushed and she lowered her eyes and stopped looking at him.

Seeing this, Xie Guan knew that Baoshan was no longer angry with him.

Looking at Bao Shan wearing the iris-colored dress he had personally chosen, Xie Guan subconsciously praised, "It really suits you perfectly."

Bao Shan's palms clenched slightly, a flicker of hesitation crossed his face, and he said, "I will never come under this banyan tree again. Meeting you today was already an abrupt act."

Xie Guan was startled: "Why?"

Baoshan pursed her lips and said nothing.

Everything is self-evident. Xie Guan is already engaged, and Bao Shan does not want to be his concubine, so there should be no further relationship between the two.

Xie Guan's body was slightly hesitant. Ever since the engagement, he had always subconsciously avoided his relationship with Bao Shan, thinking that as long as the two of them didn't mention it, they could meet in private as usual and confide in each other.

But Baoshan had spoken, and Xie Guan would probably not be able to avoid it in the future.

Xie Guan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a stiff smile.

He did not respond to Baoshan's words, but just held the cotton handkerchief in his hand and walked forward.

"Didn't I say that tears shouldn't be shed easily? Why..."

Xie Guan raised his cotton handkerchief and wanted to wipe the tears from Baoshan's cheek.

A light laugh sounded, seeming particularly abrupt in the silent and deserted night.

Next, a lantern flickering with warm orange candlelight appeared. With a gentle wave, it brought the light in front of Bao Shan and Xie Guan.

Xie Guan's body stiffened, and his subconscious reaction was to stand in front of the treasure fan to prevent her from being seen by others.

But Lu Wenhe was faster, and in just a moment, he walked in front of the two of them.

Lu Wenhe held a bright lamp in his hand. Under the dim light, his usually handsome and elegant face showed a bit of sinisterness.

Lu Wenhe tightened his grip on Mingdeng, and as he looked at the two people snuggling together and being intimate with each other, a soft chuckle escaped from his lips.

Lu Wenhe deliberately raised the bright lamp in his hand. The sudden candlelight made Xie Guan feel uncomfortable, so he stretched out his palm to block it.

But Lu Wenhe seemed to do it on purpose, moving the bright lamp up and down. The dim light cast mottled marks on Xie Guan's face.

Only after seeing Xie Guan's face clearly did Lu Wenhe withdraw his hand and said indifferently, "It turned out to be Master Xie."

Xie Guan bowed and said, "Prince Lu."

Lu Wenhe's gaze fell on the treasure fan hidden behind Xie Guan.

Even without the light of a bright lamp, Lu Wenhe could see the shimmering water marks on Baoshan's cheek.

Lu Wenhe's expression grew colder, and he said with a hint of meaning, "Mr. Xie is already engaged, is that true or not?"

Xie Guan said softly, "Yes."

"That night when we met other people, that was the etiquette and rules that Master Xie learned."

Xie Guan looked slightly surprised. Lu Wenhe was usually very considerate and rarely revealed anything...

Such embarrassing and even malicious words.

If someone understood human nature, they would leave as soon as possible after recognizing Xie Guan and pretend that they had not seen the scene tonight.

However, Lu Wenhe obviously did not have this awareness. He was like a pine or cypress tree, firmly rooted in the place, looking at Xie Guan and Baoshan with a gaze as cold as ice.

Worried that their secret meeting at night would be known to others and would damage the reputation of Bao Shan, Xie Guan quickly explained, "It was just an urgent matter, so we met in a hurry."

Lu Wenhe did not comment, watching Baoshan hiding timidly behind Xie Guan, and sneered in his heart: It's an urgent matter, I'm afraid it's just □□.

Seeing Lu Wenhe standing there, unwilling to leave, Xie Guan felt anxious and urged him, "Prince Lu is busy with his night patrols, so please don't bother with him."

Xie Guan felt relieved when he saw Lu Wenhe respond. However, Lu Wenhe did not move away, but walked behind Xie Guan.

He lowered his eyes to look at the precious fan. She was wearing an iris-colored dress and looked very pitiful. Moreover, it was late at night and everyone was asleep, and she was secretly giving it to a man outside her family.

Lu Wenhe raised the corner of his lips, and Baoshan saw this, and her slender body trembled even more.

Lu Wenhe said quite naturally, "It's getting late. Mr. Xie, please go back home first, so as not to worry your fiancée."

Xie Guan was puzzled. He and Miss Yin were engaged, but they hadn't married yet. Why would Miss Yin be concerned about him being alone? Xie Guan didn't ask further questions, simply saying, "The prince has a point. But Miss Qin—my dear—is all alone. As a woman, I should be the one to take her back to the palace."

Lu Wenhe moved sideways, placing himself between Xie Guan and the treasured fan. He said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I can see you off."

Xie Guan was about to speak, but Bao Shan stopped him, saying, "Prince Lu holds an official position. It is his duty to patrol the nights and ensure the safety of the people. Please do not embarrass him any further."

Xie Guan could only agree.

Bao Shan watched Xie Guan leave, her mind racing: Han Wenxin truly didn't keep his promise. Fortunately, she hadn't placed too much trust in him, so she was able to escape unscathed tonight.

When Lu Wenhe saw Baoshan gazing at Xie Guan from afar, he thought it was as if she was reluctant to leave another man in front of him.

Lu Wenhe stretched out his long arms and took the treasure fan into his arms. He looked at the tears on Baoshan's cheeks and the cotton handkerchief tightly grasped in her hand - the one Xie Guan had quietly slipped to Baoshan before leaving. Xie Guan thought he was being discreet, but he didn't know that Lu Wenhe had seen everything.

Lu Wenhe snatched the handkerchief away and sneered, "Useless thing."

Then he leaned over, stuck out his long tongue, and rolled Baoshan's tears into his mouth.

Xie Guan had just left, and his scent was still lingering in the air, yet Lu Wenhe was so audacious...

Bao Shan wanted to refuse, but her weak strength was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in Lu Wenhe's eyes.

Lu Wenhe licked away all the tears on Baoshan's face. His brows were furrowed, and his tone was gloomy: "It tastes very bitter."

All the tears Baoshan shed for other men were extremely bitter.

Bao Shan, who was held in his arms, retorted weakly, "Tears are not sweet."

Lu Wenhe had already held the lips of the treasure fan in his mouth, and his voice was hoarse: "The tears that flow for me are different from this. They taste like honey."

Bao Shan's voice became intermittent: "I...how could I...do anything for you..."

The tips of her ears suddenly turned red, as they had before. In the elegant house, on the bamboo bed, mixed with her tears.

Lu Wenhe used his teeth to gently grind Baoshan's lips.

Until the saliva of both people blends and entangles with each other.

"If you don't come to find me..."

"You're already mine, yet you still want to get close to other men? That's really annoying..."

"This iris-colored dress is so tacky. Change it."

Baoshan clutched the hem of her dress, her face full of reluctance. This dress suited her very well, so why should she change it?

Seeing that she refused, Lu Wenhe's dark eyes were deep, staring closely at the dazzling whiteness: "If you don't want to, let me do it for you."

In the end, Baoshan became powerless and was carried back to Qin's house by Lu Wenhe.

Fortunately, the servants in the Qin Mansion had fallen asleep, and Lu Wenhe's footsteps were so light that no one noticed him.

The official accompanying the night patrol, noticing that Lu Wenhe had taken a long time to return, revealed a look of understanding: "Did they catch a pair of mandarin ducks having a secret meeting?"

When the moon is above the treetops, there are naturally many men and women who are secretly affectionate with each other.

Lu Wenhe curled the corners of his lips and denied it: "Yuanyang, not really."

He threw the cotton handkerchief into the candle flame. The flame gradually died down, but soon became violent, and in an instant the cotton handkerchief was swallowed into ashes.

——He’s just a petty thief who’s after his things.

The next day, Baoshan woke up slowly and heard the maid say that the big banyan tree nearby had been cut down and even the branches and leaves had been cleared away, leaving no trace.