Chapter 7, "Little Fox Spirit".
Ruan Yang's knees slipped and she fell onto the soft quilt. The man's hot skin pressed tightly against her face, and she was so embarrassed that her ears turned red.
She tried to struggle to get up, but her wrists were restrained, her belt was loose, and her clothes were open. It looked as if she was playing hard to get and snuggling into the man's arms.
Unable to move, with a tightness in her chest, if she had been suppressed like this at home before, she probably would have started to lose her temper long ago. When her back touched that unfamiliar hardness, Ruan Yang felt as if she had been electrocuted and jumped up from his arms.
Ning Xian watched effortlessly as the kitten in his arms bared its teeth and claws. At his age, he was full of vigor and vitality, but he had no concubines by his side. Whenever this happened, he could only soak in ice water and suppress his anger with his own willpower.
Ruan Yang's hair was disheveled, and her dark black hair cascaded over Ning Xian's chest. When he touched the girl's soft waist, Ning Xian felt every vein in his body begin to boil and itch. He wished he could tie her up right now and let her do whatever she wanted.
He slowly pinched Ruan Yang's soft cheeks, and the girl's lips naturally puffed up, like a bright red cherry tempting him to commit a crime.
What a little vixen!
Ning Xian kissed Ruan Yang's little face, then sniffed her neck greedily, feeling increasingly resentful.
How did that old bastard Ruan Xishan give birth to such a soft and cuddly daughter? How can that idiot Lu Wenjin's woman be so adorable?
How could he bear to let her run around like that, and then accidentally fall into the arms of such a wicked person? If it were him, he would definitely chain her up and hide her in his room, so that he could enjoy her day and night, and no one else could even think of coveting his treasure.
Ning Xian pressed the person down onto the soft pillow, his Adam's apple bobbing, and slowly bit Ruan Yang's lips.
It was soft and juicy, with a hint of sweetness. Ning Xian's jaw itched, and she wished she could bite it off and suck on it.
Hearing the man make a muffled groan like a puppy, Ruan Yang's eyes widened.
She pressed against the man's broad chest, and when she saw the many old scars on his strong arms, she was taken aback. But then she realized that he was starting to take advantage of her, so Ruan Yang closed her eyes and bit his lower lip hard.
Ruan Yang used all his strength in that bite, and the other party's pain was unimaginable. Seeing that he finally stopped, he thought he had escaped, but Ning Xian was furious and went crazy.
He wiped the blood from his lips, sat down and pinned her legs down. He seemed to hear a voice telling him that Ning Xian was someone who forgot the pain once the wound healed, so how could he be so gentle with his captive?
What's more, it was the Nguyen clan that almost wiped out his own mother's clan!
In the past, during military campaigns, the women of defeated prefectures and counties would have long been turned into military prostitutes for the soldiers to enjoy.
"Are you a dog?!"
Ruan Yang frowned, pursing her swollen, bruised lips. Who's the dog here?!
Ruan Yang quieted down and looked at him: "Can you please stop doing this..."
The girl's pleas and helplessness softened Ning Xian's heart. He buried his face in Ruan Yang's neck and begged, "Good Aheng, have pity on me..."
Seeing that he was still clinging to her, Ruan Yang raised her hand.
"Smack—"
A sharp slap landed on Ning Xian's face, the crisp sound particularly jarring in the quiet room.
Ruan Yang's hands trembled slightly, and her eyes reddened.
Ning Xian tilted his head, his cheeks burning with pain, but he chuckled softly. He reached out and grasped her wrist, his fingertips gently stroking her reddened palm, and said tremblingly, "Good, one more time."
Ruan Yang: "?"
She paused for a moment, then raised her small hand and gently patted Ning Xian's cheek, saying aggrievedly, "I know I am your concubine, and it is only right that I serve you, but why won't you listen to me?"
Although Ruan Yang still couldn't accept having sex with a "strange" man, Ning Xian had saved her many times, and she felt deeply indebted to him.
She depends on him and cannot live without him until she regains her memories.
Her husband is so handsome, rich, and powerful; it wouldn't be a bad thing for her to give herself to him.
Although beauty fades and love fades, she is now alone and helpless in this chaotic world. Going out alone would mean certain death. While she is still young, she might as well find someone to rely on.
She clutched her slightly aching lower abdomen and said, "I really did get my period, just now..."
Ning Xian frowned and looked down. There was a bloodstain about half the size of a palm on the hem of the little girl's dress.
A bucket of cold water was poured down.
Ning Xian groaned, her hands involuntarily clenching the bedsheet, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Little Aheng, how could you be so wicked?"
Ruan Yang said innocently, "It wasn't me... You were the one who asked me to lick your wound. You're so sensitive, what could I do?"
"Didn't you say you'd been with many women...?"
That shouldn't be the case.
Ning Xian sighed and released Ruan Yang, letting her lie flat on the couch.
Ruan Yang noticed that he was still angry, and there was a bulge under his pillow. She was about to place her hand on the "pillow" when she said, "How about I..."
"Okay, I don't want you to touch me."
Ning Xian called out to Lan Rong, who was waiting outside. Soon the bathtub was placed in front of the bed. Looking at the water steaming coldly, Ning Xian yelled at Ruan Yang, "Turn around and don't look at me!"
"oh."
Ruan Yang pouted. Hadn't she already seen every part of his body? He hadn't lost his memory, so what was he being shy about?
She obediently turned her back and let Lan Rong accompany her to the other side to change her blood-stained clothes.
That night, Ning Xian's attendant hurriedly told him something, and then he left the courtyard again.
As I left, several flashes of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a light drizzle accompanied by thunder.
Ruan Yang soaked herself in the bathtub and began to talk to Lan Rong beside her: "Lan Rong, what kind of person is the young master?"
“I am the young master’s wet nurse. I have watched him grow up since he was a child. The young master lost his mother when he was very young. I raised him with my own hands.”
Lan Rong sighed, "He's a bit arrogant, after all, he comes from a noble family like ours, and he's been a little tyrant since he was a child."
"He appears quiet and composed, and is not easy to approach because he is fierce and doesn't like to smile. However, he has a short memory. If you make him angry over something small, he will be fine in no time. In short, he is tough on the outside but soft on the inside."
Lan Rong recalled all this and said, "If Madam is willing to stay obediently by Young Master's side, he will probably forgive and forget and make sure you have a good life for the rest of your days."
Ruan Yang disagreed with Lan Rong's statement, perhaps because it was a case of "beauty is in the eye of the beholder"?
"By the way, the young master and the master have a very bad relationship, so please don't mention it in front of him, madam."
"knew."
As the water cooled down, Ruan Yang dried her wet body and snuggled into the quilt to rest.
After today's commotion, Ruan Yang was truly exhausted. With Ning Xian finally not around, she could finally get a good night's sleep.
Rain pattered on the banana leaves outside the window, and only a candle burned inside. Gazing at the glowing candle and smelling the fresh, pleasant scent of grass, Ruan Yang listened to the rain and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Then, she fell into a very, very distant dream.
Until, in my sleep, tears unknowingly soaked my pillow...
As night deepened, mosquitoes were bound to appear. Lan Rong, worried that Ruan Yang's delicate skin would be bitten, brought over some incense.
In the dim light of the room, she saw that Ruan Yang's face was flushed and her brows were tightly furrowed. She knew something was wrong and reached out to touch her. The girl's whole body was burning hot.
She ran outside and woke the maid who was keeping watch: "Quickly, go and call the doctor! The lady is sick and has a high fever!"
The cold water was changed again and again, and her body was wiped down repeatedly, but Ruan Yang's fever still did not subside. Instead, it got worse and worse, and she even had convulsions in the middle of the night.
Lan Rong paced back and forth in the room, her heart filled with anxiety. How could a perfectly healthy person suddenly develop a fever? She wondered what he was dreaming about, as she couldn't wake him up no matter how she called him.
After writing the new prescription, the doctor said to Lan Rong, "Granny, if this girl's fever doesn't subside by tonight, I'm afraid the chances of her survival are slim."
Lan Rong knew the importance of Ruan Yang. With a major battle imminent between the two armies, and in just a few days, His Highness would personally lead his troops to attack Bashu. At that time, this Ruan woman would surely come in handy.
How can a hostage that has been raised for so long be a dead object?
She roared, "No one can die! Otherwise, when His Highness returns, you will all be buried with him!"
"Horse back to the palace at top speed and immediately report to His Highness the news of Miss Ruan's serious illness!"
...
The sky was beginning to lighten, and the majestic palace was shrouded in a continuous drizzle.
Inside Chonghua Palace, the air was filled with the fragrance of medicine. On a bright yellow couch, a middle-aged man with weak breathing stared at the ceiling, wanting to move but unable to, and making painful groans in his throat.
Ning Xian knelt beside the dragon bed: "Your Majesty, I haven't come to see you for a long time. Why didn't you send someone to tell me you were awake?"
The person on the dragon bed was unable to move, staring at the ceiling in panic. Ning Xian placed the bowl of strong medicine in his palm and sighed, "The medicine is very bitter. Father, please have a piece of candy to calm your nerves first."
“You rebellious…son, I will kill you.”
After the old emperor finished speaking, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and his clenched fists hung limply by the bedside.
Ning Xian gave him a cold look, then turned his jaw and poured the medicine down his throat roughly, without caring whether he would choke.
After the medicine was administered, the eunuch next to Ning Xian took the bowl from her and said, "Your Highness, I haven't told anyone that His Majesty woke up once today."
"knew."
Seeing the person on the dragon bed struggle for a moment and then slowly close their eyes, Ning Xian wiped the medicine off his fingers. He seemed extremely tired, making it hard to tell whether he was crying or laughing. He said, "Don't worry, Father. Your son will not let you die so quickly. I will make you like my mother, a ghost that is neither human nor ghost, and die in pain."
The rain hadn't stopped when Ning Xian said to the people around him, "Watch closely, no one is allowed to visit without my order."
...
After Ning Xian finished attending to the sick, he left Chonghua Palace and received a letter from Ruan Yang.
"Your Highness, Miss Ruan suddenly developed a fever and had some seizures in the middle of the night. The doctor there said she might not make it..."
The wheels rolled on, and Ning Xian stepped onto the carriage, frowning as he said, "When I left, I was still alive and kicking. How could I suddenly have a fever? Those quack doctors can't even cure a small fever?"
"The doctor said it was because he caught a chill in the middle of the night and was frightened too much during the day, and now he says he can't take any medicine."
"Then why aren't we leaving yet?"
Inside the carriage, Ning Xian leaned against the carriage and closed his eyes to rest, but his brows were tightly furrowed. He kept fiddling with the sandalwood prayer beads in his hand, his heart pounding. He was even a little afraid of losing Ruan Yang, his "plaything".
...
The next day, Ruan Yang's fever finally subsided. Staring at her throbbing head, she slowly opened her eyes and saw Ning Xian beside her. She said, "I think I remember everything."
Ning Xian's heart tightened: "What did you remember?"
"Don't be nervous. I had a dream yesterday. There was a young man in the dream. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I think it was you. But you didn't call me Aheng back then. You called me... Yangyang?"
Ning Xian didn't intend to tell her the truth, so she said, "Yes, your nickname is Yangyang."
Ruan Yang had no doubts and simply said to herself, "You were even nicer to me in my dream than you are now. I'm so sorry. It turns out we've known each other since we were little. I was so naive back then and I would always secretly kiss you. You would often carry me up the mountain to pick mushrooms, but I completely forgot about our past."
Ning Xian frowned, knowing that Ruan Yang was dreaming about Lu Wenjin.
Childhood sweethearts, how sweet!
It's a pity that Lu Wenjin's kindness is now being attributed to Ruan Yang, that little idiot.
He raised an eyebrow and said, "It's alright, we have plenty of time, we can take things slowly."
Ruan Yang felt a slight pang of sadness when she saw that he had stayed by her side all night.
Her slender arms barely encircled the man's broad shoulders. She nestled in Ning Xian's embrace, looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears, and said aggrievedly, "Yuanbao, I haven't cheated on you, nor have I secretly liked anyone else behind your back."
Ning Xian frowned. Yuanbao was his childhood name, and it had been a long time since anyone dared to call him by it.
He said lazily, "Oh, then tell me why you ran away?"
"Because... I'm afraid of you."
Ning Xian was speechless, blaming Ruan Yang for being somewhat ungrateful.
He didn't kill her; he treated her well and provided for her. What more does he want from her?
"Oh, then tell me what I should do in the future to make you unafraid of me?"
"Don't speak so loudly, don't scare me on purpose... And can't you just let me get a good night's sleep?"
Ning Xian was somewhat unwilling when she heard the last point: "You slept in my bed, but you're kicking me out?"
“Then you’re not allowed to take the blanket from me,” Ruan Yang said.
"Okay, I promise you."
Ruan Yang started talking incessantly, her little mouth muttering incessantly: "What about what you told me yesterday? If you get married, you really won't want Aheng anymore?"
Ning Xian said nonchalantly, "It depends on your behavior. If you behave, I won't throw you away."
Ruan Yang's eyes lit up, and she said happily, "Aheng promises she will never make you angry again!"
A note from the author:
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Xiao Lu: [Crying uncontrollably][Crying uncontrollably][Crying uncontrollably]
Xiao Ning: [shy][shy][shy] scheming
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