Chapter 1: Giving Up Your Innocence
"Are you...are you a good person?"
Wen Ning huddled in the corner of the thatched hut, clutching the front of her shirt tightly, her body shaking uncontrollably.
"No, please, please let me go..."
The soft voice carried an instinctive plea for life, causing the man in front of her to breathe more heavily, and the big hand that was strangling her neck couldn't help but tighten a little.
"I've killed people, so I don't know if I'm a good person."
When a man is poisoned, he feels that the poison is insidious and only a woman can cure it.
The corners of his eyes were red, his voice was hoarse and he was breathing heavily, as if he had endured it to the extreme.
Wen Ning originally wanted to ask clearly before deciding whether to save him. It is better to lose your virginity to a good man than to give yourself to a villain. This way, she might feel a little relieved.
But after hearing what he just said, she felt a chill down her spine.
Could it be that today not only will I lose my virginity, but even my life will be in danger?
"If you don't want to... then I can only borrow your sword..."
The man seemed unable to bear it any longer, and his hot breath sprayed rapidly into her ears as he spoke.
Wen Ning was terrified, thinking the man wanted to take her life.
Unexpectedly, the man pulled out the dagger from his ankle and stabbed it straight towards his lower body.
The two of them were almost touching each other. Wen Ning noticed his movements, and in panic she grabbed his wrist tightly, then carefully took the knife away.
The heart that was originally extremely resistant seemed to relax a little at this moment.
The corners of the man's lips curled up almost imperceptibly in the darkness.
As the Marquis of Anyuan, he really didn't want to force himself on a woman, but he also didn't want to die because of it, so he could only play hard to get.
Otherwise, how could she stop him with just her delicate hands?
Wen Ning had just taken the man's pulse. If she didn't help him now, even if he castrated himself, he would still die from the poison.
She thought to herself that she was really unlucky to encounter such a thing while going up the mountain to collect herbs.
It just so happened that she had some knowledge of medicine, and the man was holding a knife to threaten her.
She closed her eyes and tears rolled down her face in despair.
"Please, please don't kill me..."
Wen Ning turned her face away, her voice still a little tense, but the meaning of her words was self-evident.
The man understood and immediately gave a profound interpretation to Wen Ning's words: the red line ends when he dies, and the rest of the territory... is for him to roam freely.
As if hearing the call to charge into battle, his thin lips couldn't wait to cover hers.
The crystal clear and soft texture, as if covered in honey, made him gasp.
The window frames were shaking due to the thunder, and two figures could be vaguely seen entangled with each other, unable to separate.
The heavy rain finally stopped after a long time, and the damp breeze mixed with the charming scent, filling every corner of the house.
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This is Fuyan Mountain in the western suburbs of the capital.
The southern slope is relatively flat, and a stone staircase winds its way to the Xuanfu Temple on the top of the mountain.
There, incense is burned all day long, the morning bell scares away the forest birds, and the evening drum urges the sunset to set.
Turning over the ridge, the cliff on the north slope looks like it was chopped by a giant axe. The mountain is steep and there are treasures hidden in the shade, with various mushrooms and rare medicinal herbs growing.
This thatched house on the hillside is only about ten feet square, with hay covering the entire floor. It is a resting place for herbalists.
Most herbalists collect their baskets and return home before sunset, so there are no lights here, and it is dark inside and outside the house at night.
Wen Ning felt as if the thatched hut had been on fire all night, and she was like a small boat on fire, drifting helplessly in the stormy river...
She realized later that this man was not a good person. He ignored her pleading and begged her, and every last time there would be a next time...
Wen Ning suddenly opened her eyes, her breathing became rapid, and her cheeks flushed.
She was dreaming again.
For more than a month, she has dreamed about what happened that night almost every night, recreating it in her dreams with every possible detail.
She woke up every morning filled with shame and anger.
What made her even more overwhelmed was that when she took her own pulse yesterday, she discovered that she was pregnant!
She's pregnant with that man's child!
It was all because she went up the mountain to collect herbs that day, and the steep and slippery road delayed her descent.
She only blamed herself for going to the thatched hut halfway up the mountain in the dark, hoping to rest for a while, but unexpectedly, the man grabbed her waist and pressed her down.
She gave up her innocence and hurried away before dawn, wrapped in his cloak, without even getting a clear look at the man's face.
Afterwards, she just felt tired and dazed. When she remembered to drink the contraceptive soup, the best time had already passed.
Wen Ning's first reaction was to abort the child, but she had just been sold to the Anyuan Marquis Mansion as a slave last night.
Because there was no empty bed in the servants' room, the nanny let her sleep in the woodshed for one night.
Now she is afraid that she can't even get a bowl of abortion pills.
Because she hadn't eaten for two days, she could only hunch her back and spit out a few mouthfuls of bile in a convulsive manner, and even the root of her tongue tasted fishy and bitter.
"Bang!"
The door of the woodshed was kicked open, and Nanny Li from the kitchen was holding a fire stick covered with charcoal ash in her hand.
"You little bitch! You think you're some rich lady, don't you even look at the time? Are you going to sleep until noon?
Don't you see what your current status is? You came to the Marquis' Mansion to be a servant, not a master!"
Wen Ning's father was originally a fifth-rank imperial merchant, and his mother was a concubine who did not enter the mansion.
Although she did not live a life of luxury since childhood, she was protected by her father and mother and had never really suffered.
Until a few years ago, my mother passed away due to illness. My father was so heartbroken that he passed away within half a month.
The eldest lady of the mansion hated her so much that she ordered her to be driven away to a farm in the mountains and left to fend for herself.
She had no choice but to go up the mountain to collect herbs all day long to exchange for some money to support herself. Sometimes she also followed the lame doctor at the foot of the mountain to take pulses and diagnose patients. Unexpectedly, she lost her innocence in a thatched hut halfway up the mountain a month ago.
She thought this was bad enough, but a few days ago, the eldest lady promised her to the young master of Liu's Escort Agency to bring good luck.
The groom was ill, and Wen Ning was worshiping heaven and earth with a rooster tied with red silk.
On the wedding night, Mr. Liu looked pale and his chest rose and fell weakly, as if he would not live long.
He opened his eyes and saw Wen Ning, who was dressed in a bright and charming wedding dress. He forced out a few words from his mouth: "It's a fairy-like gift from the human world, but unfortunately I... I am not lucky enough to enjoy it."
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