Chapter 26 Sister Returns to the Capital
“Slave…” Yang Liuqing hesitated, unsure of his intentions.
"Don't be afraid." Yan Dibai hugged her. "My sister..."
His warm breath tickled her ear. She felt uncomfortable, and the boy took her hand, lifted her clothes, and with a smile placed it between his legs.
A chill ran through her palm; something felt there… Wait, she froze. Yan Dibai chuckled. His beautiful eyes were filled with a wicked, mocking smile.
Yes, yes…
Soft…! Yang Liuqing gasped in shock, hastily trying to pull her hand back, but Yan Dibai held it firmly. He forcefully pried her fingers apart and flattened her palm.
The object thrust forward, startling the girl so much that she turned pale and completely lost her composure.
Yan Dibai rested on his shoulder, his eyes lowered gently, his breath as sweet as orchids:
"She wants it."
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Being confined to the cold palace is not a good experience.
Having experienced the wealth of the Eastern Palace, who would want to relive the hardships?
Although Yan Dibai did not care about material possessions, he was probably unwilling to accept them.
Her half-sister, Yan Xifang, was even more resistant.
Her younger brother's favor was her only trump card. The girl was precocious and had been observing people's expressions and moods for many years. She understood the way of survival at a young age.
If even the emperor's own flesh and blood live worse than pigs and dogs, what is an adulterous mistress compared to that?
From the time Yan Dibai could remember, he knew that he was his elder sister's only one, and the reason she lived.
If he is well, his sister will be happy.
She went blind at the age of six, which plunged her into despair. She sought out palace servants everywhere for folk remedies to cure her illness, and through sheer desperation, she managed to regain her sight.
But the deep scar just won't go away.
He was destined to be emperor, and his appearance could not be tarnished. The elder sister was extremely anxious, but finally came up with a plan. She took out her own face powder, mixed it with rice paste, and layered it on top of the face.
He still remembers the feeling: moist and cool.
From such a distance, it becomes less distinct.
This method was later adjusted several times, and as the boy grew up, it finally managed to cover up the old incident that had angered Emperor Chengde.
Although he was whipped many times, his actions caught the eye of Emperor Chengde. The crown prince remained the crown prince and was never deposed again.
During this period, Emperor Chengde wanted to punish Yan Xifang several times, but Yan Dibai stopped him each time and protected his sister.
The little child stood there without uttering a sound, unmoved even with a sword pressed against his forehead.
Emperor Chengde laughed wildly, but he truly did not kill Yan Xifang again.
However, the palace could not tolerate her no matter what.
The head of the Li family in Longxi was grieving the loss of his wife and was looking for a new wife. Upon hearing this, Emperor Chengde immediately issued an edict to arrange a marriage between the Li family and his princess.
An overwhelming humiliation.
It's quite gossip-worthy for a fifteen-year-old girl to marry a fifty-one-year-old man. Especially since this girl is a princess.
How could the emperor's daughter be worthy of being his successor? Although most people had never heard of this princess, they felt that even if she was not good enough, it shouldn't be like this.
Rumors about Yan Xifang's background spread like wildfire. Within days, the imperial edict was issued and its word spread throughout the streets and alleys.
Yan Xifang was ultimately destined to be discarded as a stain. The emperor, narrow-minded as he was, forced her to marry in Longxi within a month, a haste that even the Li family found perplexing.
Yan Dibai remembered that during that time, his elder sister cried every day. At first, she cried in her own palace, and later in the imperial garden where Emperor Chengde often visited.
Finally, she landed on his bed.
The girl had a charming and alluring face, but she was also weak and easily bullied. When she cried, her face was like a pear blossom in the rain, and one wished they could take their heart out to wipe away her tears.
Unfortunately, there were far too many such beauties in the palace.
Apart from her brother, no one cared about her at all.
Yan Dibai does not offer advice.
Hearing that my elder sister was getting married was a bit of a surprise, but I didn't feel particularly sad.
After all, people always have to part ways.
She cries to me day and night, and I'm really tired of hearing it.
He didn't understand, what was there to cry about?
He rarely sheds tears; those are bad things that drain the body.
However, when his sister arrived crying, the young man would still put on a considerate smile and feign comfort. This continued for several days until the sedan chair was carried into the palace gate, with only one day left before his sister's wedding.
Yan Dibai finished her homework, which she hadn't touched during the day, and closed her eyes with her clothes on as usual. As the moon rose above the treetops, her clothes were suddenly ripped open by a hand.
He opened his eyes abruptly, a dagger already protruding from his sleeve. He saw, however, that the young woman who should have been trying on her wedding dress in the palace was sitting on his stomach, tears streaming down her face. Seeing him awake, she pleaded with a mixture of shame and despair:
"Little brother, please help your sister, please help me..."
The night, which was already long, became unbelievably long then.
Eyebrows, nose, throat... countless kisses tinged with tears. The girl was fifteen, in the prime of her life.
Her body was fuller than others, soft and supple, like a beautiful serpent without its scales.
His clothes gradually fell away, and that hand touched herself. Then, she lay half-reclined on the couch. The moonlight of the deep night shone on her naked body, giving it a pearly sheen.
The elder sister separated herself, crying and laughing at the same time: "Look, look at me here. Brother, the Li family knows I'm not a real princess. Father's actions are pushing me into a fire pit. If Father marries me off to Longxi, they will definitely not treat me well. Brother, brother!"
"Your older sister loves you the most. Little brother, how can you be so heartless?!"
... ...
Royal families, noble families. Incest, though dishonorable, is commonplace.
If that's truly the case, it doesn't seem impossible. It would simply be like the Chengde Emperor, who seized his own daughter and imprisoned her.
I can just change my identity in a couple of years.
Yan Dibai was ten years old at the time, but he was still just a child.
He was oblivious to many things, but turned away when the girl tore at his silk pants.
The girl was stunned, then suddenly cried out in anguish, "Why! Why! Can you really bear to see me marry into a wolf's den? That patriarch is over fifty years old, old enough to be my grandfather! Brother, Crown Prince, can't you fight for me? Mother is dead, who raised you with such hardship! Tell me!"
"...You and I are siblings."
"No! We're not related by blood! It's okay! It's okay! If I get pregnant, I won't acknowledge the child. I... I'll hide. Please grant my wish, I beg you!" She wished she could kneel down and beg him.
Looking back now, it's truly absurd.
The child stood upright, the girl's sweet fragrance filling his nostrils, leaving him expressionless.
She exclaimed in surprise, "You agreed, didn't you?"
He remained silent, letting her eagerly grope him.
The moon over the Eastern Palace seems brighter than that over the Cold Palace.
Before long, Yan Xifang looked up in disbelief: "You...you are a castrated man?"
Heavens, castration?
The child looked down in confusion, "What did you say, sister?"
She staggered and fell.
"You are...you are not good enough. Why is that?"
The older sister cried uncontrollably, while the little child remained motionless. No one tried to comfort her as before.
…The despair on the girl's face made him feel exhilarated.
That time, Yan Dibai learned to smile. She developed her own unique smile without any instruction. She would never again wear the softness taught by others.
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He was the product of an extremely fortunate close relative. Beautiful and intelligent.
However, one must always sacrifice a little something in the face of such good fortune. Too much perfection is something that the heavens cannot tolerate.
The object in my hand was cold, devoid of the fullness of blood flow; it was merely a vessel for excretion.
Yang Liuqing felt every pore of her body repelling her, and her stomach churned. She could barely steady her trembling eyes.
Ugh...disgusting.
The boy who was holding her had somehow begun to rub against the skin behind her ear, curling up and nuzzling her. It was such a lewd action, yet he did it as if it were perfectly natural.
"So many women wish I would treat them like this."
“But,” he laughed until tears welled up in his eyes.
"Even if I wanted to give it, I couldn't! Hahahaha!"
"Yang Liuqing," Yan Dibai gripped the girl's waist tightly, so tightly he wanted to crush her buttocks.
Qingqing was forced to press her chest against his, her lungs throbbing with the blood that threatened to burst forth at any moment. The boy, who had almost killed her with his arm, felt a tingling, pleasurable sensation on his scalp.
"That's the real secret." What scars? They're nothing.
Her voice, like that of a ghost or a demon, sent chills down the spines of all who heard it.
"I've told you. Do you know what to do from now on?"
The force that had been holding her loosened for a breath's time.
Yang Liuqing has a sore throat.
"I understand."
From now on, don't even think about escaping from his side.
Otherwise, this would be the reason to kill her.
"Alright." Yan Dibai relaxed his brows and eyes, immediately putting aside that old matter. He happily let go, lay down on Qingqing's lap, and said seriously:
"Yang Liuqing, my elder sister is coming back soon. Where do you think we should put her in? I remember she loves fine silks and satins; she doesn't mind anything luxurious. We have plenty of good things, but even if we moved everything, it wouldn't fit..."
Yan Dibai counted on his fingers carefully, muttering about his future plans, his eyes full of anticipation.
Yang Liuqing struggled to adjust her emotions to be in sync with his:
"A princess in mourning should not be granted wealth or honor."
Yan Dibai sat up abruptly: "That's right. I'll order the craftsmen to build her a quiet courtyard so she can properly mourn her deceased husband and young children. What do you think, should I take a few more children for her to raise? To help her relieve her sorrow?"
"...This is not appropriate. It might cause gossip and put the princess in an even more difficult position."
"Very well, I will pull out those people's tongues."
Qingqing had nothing to say.
Yan Dibai chuckled to himself, then after a moment, suddenly stared at her:
"Xiao Yuanjing is returning to court soon, aren't you happy?"
“I,” she stammered, the boy raising his eyebrows, his demeanor leisurely and not particularly friendly.
She paused and said helplessly, "With the rebellion in Jizhou quelled and Your Majesty's rule secured, I am naturally happy."
Yan Dibai drawled, "You don't look happy at all."
Yang Liuqing: "I don't like Lord Xiao, and I really don't know why I should be happy."
"Ha," he said with a wry smile, "Then, if I were to promote Xiao Yuanshu, would you be angry?"
She smiled politely: "Whether His Majesty promotes or demotes someone, this servant has no right to be angry."
“A slave should not, and will not, be angry.”
The girl's tone was calm and gentle, just like her personality. No matter how hard you looked, it was hard to find any emotion that didn't match.
Whether it's sarcastic remarks or sarcasm, it's like punching cotton.
Yan Dibai's lips suddenly tightened, an indescribable annoyance rising within her.
The person who could still talk back a few days ago has suddenly put a fake face on his flesh and blood.
He sneered:
"You really are a dutiful lackey."
Qingqing bowed her head: "Serving Your Majesty is my honor."
The boy scoffed, "Get lost."
*
"Has Eunuch Wang requested leave today?"
"Go out of the palace to purchase some items."
After the passing eunuch finished his flattery, he was met with this comment and quickly smiled, "Is it for that princess?"
Before the chief eunuch Wang said it was wrong, the young eunuch already knew the truth.
The fair-skinned, beardless man changed into civilian clothes, took his token, and left the palace. He wandered around until he arrived at a teahouse. He lowered his head slightly, covered his face with his sleeve, and went upstairs.
Upon seeing this, the proprietress immediately presented her with a key.
The man accepted the call and led him to a room on the third floor. It was a room fully furnished with a bed and a low table.
Inside, a meticulously dressed woman was already seated. Upon hearing the noise, she put down the comb she was holding and glared at him.
"They're here."
He laughed and stepped forward to embrace her. In the blink of an eye, clothes were spread all over the ground. After their lovemaking, Eunuch Wang propped himself up, his handsome face lowered.
"Ah Zhi, your little sister is amazing. If it weren't for her helping you take a break, we wouldn't have been able to enjoy this pleasure in bed today."
Wu Yuzhi wiped the lip rouge smeared on her lips, pressed against his chest, and snorted coldly:
"Wang Bi, you've come out today to procure supplies for Princess Xifang, haven't you? You still need to arrange a meeting with me after such a short time. You're really in a hurry. If you were a man, your harem wouldn't be able to hold all the concubines."
Anyone else saying this would have been beheaded. But Wang Dajian wasn't angry; instead, he laughed even harder.
"You're not even pretty, and you're always jealous. If I were really gay, I probably wouldn't have even looked at you."
Wu Yuzhi glared at him and pinched his waist hard: "Let's get down to business. I remember that the young emperor greatly respects this older sister. Could you help me get a job there? If I have a promising future, wouldn't that ease your worries?"
Upon hearing this, Eunuch Wang's smile vanished abruptly. He pulled her closer, kissed her lips, and said calmly:
“These are not things you should be involved in. Ah Zhi, when will you finally realize that I am protecting you? I am already walking on thin ice, and if you go, I will only be more careful. If something happens to me, I might break off our relationship.”
"If you really don't want to live in the Yeting Palace, I can transfer you to the Wende Hall to organize books. Nothing else is possible."
"I have other things to do. Take this money. The rouge shops in the East Market have come up with some new products. You can buy some to play with."
He put his clothes back on, and as if remembering something, he turned to look at the woman sulking on the bed. Seeing that she always had a pout, just like she had for ten years, he smiled again.
"Who knows when things will change? The Xiao family of Longnan has become famous overnight in this battle. Have you ever thought about what that means? Azhi, you shouldn't be focusing all your attention on the harem."
"If the court changes hands..."
He sighed, "I shouldn't have told you these things, but never mind. She's quite clever; she avoids you all in the palace, which makes you much safer."
"I'll secretly help that girl out, as if she's fulfilling your obsession. As for what happens next, that's up to her."
That night, Qingqing couldn't help but ponder Deng Mengnu's words.
"Would Eunuch Wang really say these things to Sister Wu?"
"I don't really understand either."
"...How is Aunt Liu doing lately?"
"She's the same as always, always with a long face. It's no fun there since you left. And I won't be able to come often anymore, I really don't know how we'll get through this."
However, the Princess Xifang you asked me to inquire about is a good person. Eunuch Wang said she was a gentle and submissive woman who married an old man at a young age, a very pitiful situation. She finally gave birth to a son, only to have him trampled to death by a horse. The rumors about her and the young emperor are of unknown veracity, but since very few people mentioned them before, they probably don't hold much weight.
"I understand, please thank her for me." Qingqing nodded, and the two chatted for a while longer before it was time to turn off the lights.
She was a little tired.
During the day, she helped Yan Dibai choose silks and satins to decorate the palace, but he insisted on saying that red was festive. She pointed out that people in mourning should not wear red, and he went crazy again, accusing her of being jealous of his kindness towards her elder sister.
What a strange person.
Despite being furious, Yang Liuqing still tried to appease him and made general arrangements for everything.
Yan Dibai was satisfied before she was allowed to return.
Tonight's dream was no different from usual.
At most, it just feels like you're holding a lump of something in your hand...
Castrated? But what she saw and touched was clearly that place was perfect.
Suddenly, her fingers curled, and she shuddered and closed her eyes.
Inside the hall, Yan Dibai lay awake, unable to sleep.
Wo Xue went in and out more than a dozen times, but still couldn't coax this little devil to sleep. Her own eye bags were so long that she almost fell over standing to one side.
His Majesty suddenly spoke up: "Who exactly is Yang Liuqing?"
Wo Xue immediately came to her senses, her eyes darting around three times, and said:
"Not a good person."
Yan Di threw a pillow at his face. Wo Xue cried out, "I'll investigate again! I'll investigate again!"
"We've already searched her entire family history, how are you going to investigate further?"
That's true," Wo Xue said awkwardly, while Yan Dibai lay there listlessly.
"Tell me, why is Yang Liuqing so determined to get close to me, yet she doesn't compete for my favor?"
Why else could it be? When Woxue answers, he will surely define it with a precise and accurate term:
"Her skills are extraordinary. She is a master of playing hard to get and using the tactic of feigning weakness before revealing strength. First, she played the role of a docile and obedient servant by His Majesty's side. Then, she gradually gained His Majesty's trust and eventually made him fall for her. She successfully tricked His Majesty into believing that he could do without her. At that point, he could get whatever he wanted without a second thought. She is very cunning."
Yan Dibai glanced at him sideways: "I think you're about the same."
Wo Xue immediately turned her face away: "This servant is innocent!"
"Get out." Yan Dibai turned his back, staring at the exquisitely carved bed railing with a half-smile.
Yang Liuqing, that strange woman, seems tamed, but she's actually still pretending.
He refused to believe he couldn't tear off her mask or crush her bones.
Although… she didn’t seem so bad. Wait, he should be thinking about his older sister right now, why is he thinking about her again?!
The boy buried himself under the covers in frustration, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what he did.
After a long pause, "Wo Xue! I'm going to visit my concubines! Pick one at random!"
Lady Yue Rong hurriedly opened the palace gates to greet him, only to be met with a sour face. The young emperor rushed in without a word, took over the bed, and muttered coldly.
The beautiful woman lay on the ground, listening silently for a long time, then slowly frowned. She thought she had misheard.
Your Majesty is right, to make her angry to death, to make that damned Yang Liuqing angry to death?
Listening again, it still sounds like the same thing.
She stared intently, thinking of the recent rumors... and suddenly felt a pang in her heart.
As for Yang Liuqing, who was about to be driven mad with anger...
He turned over and, in a daze, slapped the deranged Yan Dibai.
With a slight curve of her lips, she smiled from the bottom of her heart.
*
Another half month later, in Qinzhou.
The young emperor issued an edict granting his elder sister special permission to return to the capital to recuperate, causing an uproar throughout the land. Even more unexpectedly, the second young master of the Li family protected her throughout the process, demonstrating the importance the Li family placed on her.
This is the most outstanding direct descendant of the Li family. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the head of the family.
The Li family gave the stepmother a lot of face during this escort.
Inside the pristine white carriage, slender fingers parted a crack in the door. The young man on horseback immediately turned around:
"Mother?"
His gaze fell on the fingernail that was half-stained with balsam red.
The woman's voice was soft and alluring. It held a hint of mystery, and her low voice was even more captivating: "It's alright, I just wanted to see where we were. Erlang, it's getting dark."
Dark clouds gathered, signifying the approaching darkness. Li Mingshao understood immediately, "Let's rest where we are."
There were no inns here, but luckily the Li family had prepared tents in advance, so they set up camp on the spot.
The princess's surroundings were extremely secure.
After dinner, his personal maid went to boil water. Outside, the soldiers were eating meat noisily. Perhaps unable to bear the noise, the Second Young Master Li stayed in his tent and did not move.
After the night grew quiet, two maids quietly withdrew from the room.
As the sun rose again, the group set off once more.
Another group of people were also heading to the capital.
Xiao Yuanjing returned to the capital in triumph, having amassed a great many spoils of war. Chen Mian, who accompanied him, chuckled:
"That kid is quite something; he actually knows the lair of those charlatans. What 'Xuanjin Dangli'? A bunch of worthless scoundrels. If they run into someone tough, they'll all die faster than the last."
Xiao Yuanjing glanced at the small green-roofed carriage behind him, which was moving steadily.
He turned around and lowered the bamboo curtain. "He claimed to be a Taoist priest on Qingyun Mountain, and that charlatan was also once an outer disciple of Qingyun Mountain, so it's not surprising."
“However,” Chen Mian added with a smile, “he is not simple.”
Xiao Yuanjing's campaign to suppress bandits didn't go smoothly at the beginning.
Jizhou is located in the south, with many trees and mountains. The terrain is complex and the original Yue people are different from the Han people, and their language is difficult to understand, making the search for the bandit leader quite difficult.
Although he killed a large number of rabble who took advantage of the chaos to raise their banners, after killing this group, another group would rise up in a different place.
Not far away lies Jiangdong, with waterways connecting all directions. Their escape there would be an even greater problem for the northerners who are not good at swimming.
Frustrated and frustrated, Xiao Yuanjing had been stationed in Jizhou for over ten days with no improvement in the situation when a limping young Taoist priest in blue robes suddenly requested an audience, pointing out the location of the bandit leader. Xiao Yuanjing led his troops there and indeed found the charlatan. He immediately bound the entire group, beheaded them, and burned the Taoist books and headbands he had looted. He then dispatched Chen Mian, employing both kindness and force, distributing rice and grain with a rod, which finally subdued the remaining populace.
But the young Taoist priest in blue refused to leave, insisting on going to the capital with them. He even claimed he wanted to lend Lord Xiao a hand.
Upon first hearing this, Xiao Yuanjing instinctively thought the young man was laughable.
But she still took him on the road.
When Chen Mian asked for the reason, Xiao Yuanjing had no answer. In the end, he only said, "Perhaps he has some real skills."
Chen Mian didn't believe it. His lord utterly rejected talk of ghosts and gods, and a seventeen-year-old Taoist priest had nothing but a silver tongue. How could he possibly be of any help? He was only being pitied.
"The young emperor's elder sister will probably return to the capital at the same time as us. If it were just her returning, that would be fine. But Li Er has also come along, which may stir up a storm."
The Li family of Longxi had existed for over three hundred years, demonstrating its immense power. Xiao Yuanjing's father was originally a minor military officer who trained soldiers for the Li family, but he rose to prominence by leveraging the influence of the Longxi branch, eventually establishing his dominance in Longnan. There had long been animosity between the two families.
Since Li Er came in person, he probably also intended to pay homage to the young emperor and, more importantly, to check and balance Xiao Yuanjing.
Chen Mian was naturally annoyed.
Two tigers cannot share one mountain. The Northwest is so vast that when one rises, the other falls. No one can stand by and watch their territory disappear.
He scoffed, "Whether the young emperor did it unintentionally or intentionally, I don't know."
The biggest beneficiary of this move would actually be the imperial family. The time is not yet ripe for overthrowing the imperial power, and since both families are entering the capital now, they are not within their own spheres of influence. They would then be subject to the control of the imperial power, and if something unexpected were to happen...
Another wave of turmoil has begun.
Xiao Yuanjing remained calm. "No rush, let's rest first."
The small car with the green roof stopped, and a delicate, slender young man slowly stepped out and walked towards them.
The young man was slender and beautiful, almost like a girl at first glance. However, he was not very mobile, and his posture when getting off the carriage was clumsy, as if his right foot was not feeling well. Although he tried his best to correct it, he was still inevitably awkward. This made the coachman unable to help but secretly mock him.
Chen Mian observed this and was not entirely satisfied. However, when the man arrived, he still smiled and invited him to sit down and dine with him.
After a moment's thought, he asked, "Feng'an, were you an orphan since childhood?"
The boy named Feng An nodded shyly and said reservedly:
“I know what Mr. Chen wants to ask. Actually, it doesn’t matter. I’ve been wandering in the mountains since I was a child. I had a mother when I was young, but she was pregnant out of wedlock and gave birth to me. I don’t know who my father is, and that’s how it is.”
There was no sadness on his face, and he merely smiled when talking about his background:
"Before I was taken in by the Taoist priest, I used to raise horses for a rich young master, which is also an interesting memory."
Such a background is not uncommon. Chen Mian, too lazy to doubt, casually remarked:
"If I may be frank, although we can provide you with a house and a stable life, you are, after all, from Jizhou and were once a Taoist priest. In this time of resentment in the world, it may attract criticism."
Feng An nodded and hurriedly said:
"I know, actually, the reason I came to the capital was..."
He paused, glancing at Xiao Yuanjing with some difficulty. Xiao Yuanjing put down his wine cup and said in a deep voice, "Speak freely."
Feng An then said embarrassedly, "I am going to the capital to find my blood relatives."
Chen Mian glanced sideways.
The boy glanced at them, then suddenly loosened his collar and reached out with his thin, bony hand to take out a broken jade pendant.
“This was left to my mother by my biological father. My mother couldn’t bear to pawn it, so she passed it on to me.”
Xiao Yuanjing looked over. The jade pendant was of decent quality, but not the best. It would be even less valuable if broken. He was about to offer a casual remark when Chen Mian, always sharp-eyed, suddenly exclaimed, snatching the pendant and examining it closely. He saw that it indeed bore a faint, coiled dragon pattern. He was utterly astonished.
"Who are you?!"
Xiao Yuanjing frowned and stared at the boy.
“I…” Feng An said apologetically. “Speaking of which, the current Emperor should be considered to have the same father as me.”
Chen Mian quickly calculated: "You're seventeen, Chengde... That time the late emperor toured the Great Jin Dynasty, he did indeed spend a month in Jizhou!"
Xiao Yuanjing snapped the chopsticks in two with a snap, and then saw the thin young man bow his head and clasp his hands in greeting:
"I'm sorry, I kept it from you two before."
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