Pure love for Xiao Zhian, serving him all night
Xiao Zhian lived for twenty-three years.
He was made crown prince at birth, lost his mother at the age of eight, and began to oversee the country at the age of fourteen. He was the future ruler of the world. He looked down on the court, cared for the world, watched the sun rise and set, and controlled the universe.
He understood how heavy this burden was. He was like a fully drawn bow, an eye that could not be closed in the dead of night. He sat on the throne of the Crown Prince in the Eastern Palace, looking down at the Altar of the State and the people.
He was vigilant day and night, never letting his guard down for a moment.
He is the Crown Prince, His Highness, and His Majesty, but he has never been Xiao Zhi'an.
Xiao Zhian looked down at everything. His side was empty. In his eyes was the undercurrent of the court. His only sister, Pingyang, was kneeling on his lap, begging for his favor. He wanted her to sit next to him, but she called him "Royal Brother" in a coquettish voice.
Once upon a time, Xiao Zhian thought that such days would continue into the next twenty-three years, and then the next.
He never imagined that one day he would have the leisure to lie lazily in bed, watching the moonlight fade and the first rays of dawn appear.
The soft morning light had feet, slowly creeping to the bedside, climbing onto the clothes he and Lin Huaiyin were entangled in, and slipping into the folds of the fabric.
Such an interesting scene was something Xiao Zhian had never seen before in his life. He found it fascinating, and a sense of ease and contentment emanated from his very bones. He didn't even want to get up to deal with state affairs; he just wanted to hold his Yinyin in his arms and savor the line, "The spring night is short, and the sun rises high; from then on, the emperor no longer holds morning court."
Being a tyrannical ruler isn't so bad.
He killed Shen Congyun and seized Yinyin.
He defied ancestral precepts and forcibly married a woman from the Lin family.
Let her go out and cause trouble, then clean up her mess, wipe her clean, and then take advantage of her again.
She'll probably find herself unable to leave him.
She can't live without him anymore.
Xiao Zhian held the little bundle of flesh in his arms and kissed her hair.
His body reacted in some way. Lin Huaiyin was not sleeping comfortably, so she snuggled closer to his chest. She vaguely felt that something was wrong, and touched it with her small hand—she wasn't wearing a strapless bra.
What happened?
She never takes off her undergarments except when bathing.
He reached down and found no underwear either.
She was actually naked, and an arm was draped around her waist.
A loud bang went through Lin Huaiyin's mind, and she jolted open her eyes—Xiao Zhian was fast asleep, dressed in his undergarments, looking quite respectable!
Last night's events flooded my mind.
Lin Huaiyin felt her bones go numb, her skin tingle, her legs go weak, and a satisfied chill ran through the deepest part of her body.
Good heavens!
What did she do to His Highness this time?
Lin Huaiyin's face turned bright red, and she felt hot all over.
While Xiao Zhian was still asleep, she held her breath, carefully removed his arm, slid off the edge of the blanket and bed, picked up her clothes and shoes, gathered her hairpins and rings, and tiptoed to a corner, hurriedly putting on her clothes.
Xiao Zhian lay on his side on the couch, opened one eye, and feasted his eyes on the view.
What a beautiful little pink kitten!
Xiao Zhian's fingertips itched; he really wanted to pinch the back of her neck, pull her into his arms, and continue rubbing her little belly.
He stretched mischievously and groaned.
Lin Huaiyin responded and lay down, remaining motionless on the ground.
The floor was covered with a brocade carpet, which wasn't very cool, but Lin Huaiyin was too nervous and her legs were weak. After lying down for a while, she couldn't even get up. Her skin was extremely sensitive, and even the slightest friction between the carpet and her clothes made her tremble. Scenes from last night kept replaying in her mind like a gourd that had been pressed down and then floated up again.
Xiao Zhian was impeccably dressed, but he hadn't taken off a single piece of clothing himself. He stripped her naked, using one hand and two lips to make her soaking wet, tormenting her until she was half-dead. He even bit her ear and asked her if she liked it and if she wanted more.
His fingers were frighteningly hot.
His tone was as cold as ice.
Lin Huaiyin only remembers begging for mercy, but Xiao Zhian doesn't listen to her at all. Every time she gasps for breath, he increases his force. She has no recollection of when she fell asleep.
That's good now.
I was so full that I almost choked to death; I could barely walk even with the support of the wall.
Lin Huaiyin wanted to cry but had no tears.
Xiao Zhian continued to admire the little cat's outfit.
She was wearing a dress, and he could picture himself peeling it off.
She trembled when she touched herself, and he sniffed the delicate fragrance of her fingertips.
She tied her hair up in a bun, and he imagined her alluring figure with her hair disheveled.
She put on her hairpins, and he heard the crisp sound of them falling to the ground one by one.
She got up and opened the door. Xiao Zhian thought for a moment and said, "There's plenty of time in the future."
The palace door creaked open, and a bright red Lin Huaiyin struggled to step over the threshold.
She trudged along, sometimes sinking deep, sometimes shallow, trying her best to maintain the dignity of a noblewoman.
Throughout the journey, Lin Huaiyin kept her head down and covered her face with her sleeve.
She was afraid to see Xuan Ge and Du Yu, afraid of Physician Lu, afraid of all acquaintances, and afraid of unfamiliar faces. But at the slightest sound, she would face the wall and dare not move.
However, after walking for a long time, no one appeared.
She passed through numerous palaces and halls, but not a single ghost appeared before her eyes.
Lin Huaiyin gradually realized that something was deliberate, as if someone knew she didn't want to see anyone right now, so they cleared the road in advance and drove everyone away.
She knew whose thoughts these were, but she didn't want to think about him.
People shouldn't focus too much on food.
Lin Huaiyin buried her bewildered little head back into the sandpit.
As she approached the palace gate, the Eastern Palace guards bowed respectfully to see her off. The Imperial Guards outside the gate looked concerned, but due to their duties, they could not speak to her.
Opposite the palace, the altar was brightly lit, and the preparations for the Golden Prosperity Fast were coming to an end.
very good.
Lin Huaiyin breathed in the morning light, feeling refreshed. In such a noisy and bustling morning, no one paid attention to her. Now, she mustered her strength and ran back to the courtyard to hide!
She lifted her skirt and tried her best to run, but the rabbit in her imagination was not running at all. She walked very, very slowly, without even a sway of her hair ornaments.
Beneath the hip roof on the second floor of the palace, Xiao Zhian, draped in a cloak, rubbed his fingertips together in his sleeves, his gaze following her as she stealthily fled to her cat's den.
At the edge of the altar, Lin Cuiyue transformed into a shadow, concealing his figure. One eye followed his third sister, who had been missing all night, while the other eye looked up at the Crown Prince, who was leaning on the railing on the second floor.
After waiting all night, Lin Cuiyue finally saw the truth, just as he had hoped.
He released his fist, silently got up, and returned to his tent.
With each resounding step, the armor gleamed, and the night dew, glistening and translucent, slid down one by one.
——
Lin Huaiyin returned to the courtyard.
The most important thing – taking a bath.
Yu Li's leg injury had not yet healed, and Lin Huaiyin was delicate and weak. The two looked at each other, but it was all in the dark.
Just then, there was a knock at the courtyard gate, and an unfamiliar old woman brought in a bath tub, instantly filling the bedroom with steamy mist.
Yu Li thanked her profusely, closed the door, and helped Lin Huaiyin undress.
Lin Huaiyin huddled up, looking dazed.
She felt a chilling, all-pervasive air whistling as it sliced at her neck.
She didn't understand how that person could openly bring her water. Did he think his older brother wouldn't notice, or that Princess Pingyang wouldn't notice?
The matter of the fragrant soup hasn't completely passed yet.
He won't be satisfied until he kills her, right?
Lin Huaiyin clenched her small fists, as if she wanted to kill someone.
"What good luck!" Yu Li hung up the clothes she had taken off, smiled and waved to her, "Miss, the nanny said that before the ceremony, everyone fasts and bathes, and they are delivering water to each courtyard."
Lin Huaiyin was taken aback: "What did you say?"
"I said I was really lucky."
Yu Li repeated it again.
This time, Lin Huaiyin heard clearly and understood. She bit her lower lip, and her cold heart suddenly warmed up from the soles of her feet.
What is that person thinking? Isn't he the Crown Prince who is in charge of all the affairs of state? Why is he meddling in such trivial matters?
Lin Huaiyin buried his face in the water, bubbling away. He thought to himself, "I'm fasting and bathing. What fasting have I ever done? I've broken the rules and committed all sorts of evil deeds. Why doesn't God send down a lightning bolt and blow up my left hand?"
Let's just blow it up.
Lin Huaiyin continued blowing bubbles.
After blowing bubbles and taking a bath, she stood up from the water. Yu Li suddenly covered her mouth, her face and neck turning red, and she screamed wildly!
"What's wrong?"
Lin Huaiyin followed her gaze and looked down. In just one glance, her face bled. She sat back down in the bathtub with a "thud," and the water splashed into the room with a "whoosh."
We're doomed.
Lin Huaiyin lowered her head and bit the bath tub.
Her body was covered in red marks, all from Xiao Zhian's biting.
Previously, the marks weren't very noticeable because of the flushed skin, but now, with the hot water, all the good deeds I did last night have come out.
Yu Li was inexperienced in such matters, but the scene was so frightening that she understood instantly, even though she didn't know anything about it.
"Um, um," she said, trying to make conversation, "Last night Xuan Ge said the moonlight was exceptionally beautiful, and you and the eldest young master had a rare opportunity to practice archery together, um, um..."
Normally, taking a bath after archery practice is a perfectly normal thing, but now that Yu Li understands everything, she wants to ask her mistress, "Who did you go with, where did you go, and what did you do? Don't be fooled."
But she felt that Lin Huaiyin was so embarrassed that if she asked any more questions, she was afraid that Lin Huaiyin would take root in the bathtub and never come out. So she quickly changed the subject and awkwardly sighed, "I practiced all night long, and it was a bit intense."
Upon hearing this, Lin Huaiyin's sharp teeth sank directly into the bathtub.
Xiao Zhian, is he a dog?
God should just send down a bolt of lightning and kill him outright.
Lin Huaiyin didn't speak. A whole cooked crab, after waiting in the bathtub until the water cooled down, shivered as it crawled out.
The auspicious hour was almost here. She changed into the attire of a noblewoman, trembling, her eyes lowered, not daring to look directly at anyone. She told Yu Li to take good care of herself, and then, trembling, she went out alone to attend the ceremony.
At Wanxian Peak and Xiandu Peak, officials and their families gathered together towards the central government.
In the center of the altar were Princess Pingyang and a high-ranking Taoist priest in purple robes.
In the very center of the viewing platform stood the prince, who stood out from the crowd.
The court officials were on the periphery.
Lin Huaiyin and a group of officials' families were on the outermost perimeter.
The most important part of this Golden Prosperity Fasting Ceremony is the casting of the Dragon Scroll.
After the grand ceremony, in order to thank the three gods of Heaven, Earth and Water, the presiding priest, Duke Pingyang, would bundle together the prayer slips, jade discs, and golden dragons, which were called "mountain slips," and then throw them down from the cliff at the top of the mountain to offer to the mountain god.
Everything proceeded smoothly and according to the established procedures.
Princess Pingyang was elegant in demeanor, and every move she made was graceful and ethereal, a natural beauty.
Xiao Zhian nodded repeatedly, extremely pleased. He liked Pingyang's radiant demeanor.
She was his pride.
Lin Huaiyin saw Xiao Zhian nodding and pounding garlic from afar, and she really wanted to find a rope to strangle him first, and then strangle Princess Pingyang.
The courtiers also praised Princess Pingyang. However, because the mountain god was the late empress—the princess's birth mother—the entire ceremony was shrouded in an atmosphere of filial piety and brotherly love. The courtiers' admiration was limited to praising the princess for her filial piety and for not disgracing the late empress's virtuous name.
After the ceremony, the mountain god is enshrined in the main shrine, and His Highness the Crown Prince performs the first sacrifice. Afterwards, everyone makes offerings here for three days, and then people are left to guard the shrine and build a temple. Only then is the entire ceremony completely over.
Princess Pingyang's performance came to a perfect end.
Xiao Zhian stood up and lit incense.
When Lin Huaiyin saw that left hand, her legs went weak and her whole body trembled; she couldn't bear to look at it.
She lowered her head, bit her tongue lightly, and pulled her mind away from the scene, trying hard to clear it, thinking of Lin Cuiyue.
The ceremony is over, and the White Lotus Sect could attack at any moment. We should remind our older brother to change shifts.
As for her explanation, Lin Huaiyin had prepared it before going up the mountain. She only needed to say that she had accidentally bumped into a White Lotus Sect traitor while strolling around the city at the foot of the mountain, and her older brother would definitely be alert.
Next, all that's needed is to retrieve the jujube wood bow...
Oh no, the jujube wood bow seems to be...
Lin Huaiyin looked up in despair.
Xiao Zhian's gaze fell upon her, seemingly casually, carrying a hint of resentment: "Yinyin, you're not looking at me. Yinyin, you're bullying me."
God.
Lin Huaiyin crossed her left and right hands, forming a Tai Chi symbol, and made a wish: "Kill him, God, I beg you."
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