Chapter 140 The Crown Prince will deal with the Third Prince before the New Year!
With this money, my mother can enjoy her old age in peace.
He can buy books, socialize, and even bribe the examiners...
Zhao Wenxuan quickly nodded: "Yes, I'm willing!"
Qian Yueqiu didn't waste any words with Zhao Wenxuan.
Since he's already willing to be her male concubine.
Qian Yueqiu took him directly to the dormitory.
The movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
Her hand, painted with bright red nail polish, gripped Zhao Wenxuan's slender wrist tightly.
The force was immense.
It made this frail scholar feel a slight pain in his bones.
This is a silent declaration, announcing the ownership of dominance.
Zhao Wenxuan stumbled from Qian Yueqiu's sudden force and almost involuntarily followed her steps.
Passing through layers of curtains and around intricately carved screens.
Zhao Wenxuan's heart was pounding like a drum, pounding against his eardrums, and his face was burning hot, probably already bright red.
A wave of shame washed over him, almost overwhelming him...
He could feel those gazes that, though not directly directed at him, were everywhere.
After all, this was the first time I had done something like this.
Zhao Wenxuan still has some sense of shame.
He occasionally wanted to break free...
But Qian Yueqiu wouldn't allow it.
After all, he had a body trained in martial arts, so suppressing a weak scholar was nothing to him.
Zhao Wenxuan felt that the clamp on his wrist was like an iron hoop.
He wanted to say something, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't utter a sound.
In the end, that feeble struggle turned into a barely perceptible tremor in the fingertips, followed by a resigned relaxation.
He let Qian Yueqiu take off his clothes...
The bedchamber was filled with the fragrance of incense.
When Qian Yueqiu finally released his wrist, she turned her attention to the jade belt at his waist...
Zhao Wenxuan abruptly closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling violently like the wings of a startled butterfly.
The outer robe was neatly removed, followed by the inner garment, one piece at a time, layer upon layer…
It was as if what was being peeled away was not just the fabric that covered a man's body, but also the etiquette and sense of shame that he had upheld for twenty years...
Skin exposed to the cool air stirred up tiny goosebumps...
He could feel Qian Yueqiu's impatient gaze.
That gaze was devoid of lust.
His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, without pushing away, like a sacrificial lamb, revealing everything about himself to this being who was like a queen to him.
Since he was still a virgin, Zhao Wenxuan was quite inexperienced, and everything was initiated by Qian Yueqiu.
When the last veil is gone.
When that cool yet aggressive aura completely enveloped him, Zhao Wenxuan's mind went almost blank...
Qian Yueqiu was clearly well-versed in matters between men and women.
Her movements were unhurried and deliberate, displaying a sense of effortless control.
Her fingertips traced his skin, carrying a cool touch and a faint fragrance, yet wherever they touched, they ignited clusters of unfamiliar and terrifying tremors.
He bit his lower lip, trying to suppress the sound that was about to escape his throat...
Qian Yueqiu held all the reins firmly in her hands. She guided him as if guiding a bewildered child, helping him explore this body that belonged to him but seemed to be rediscovered only at this moment.
After the initial discomfort subsided.
A deeper, more primal impulse, like a dormant volcano, suddenly awakens.
Zhao Wenxuan's suppressed aggression and desire to conquer, under Qian Yueqiu's deliberate provocation and guidance, broke through all the barriers of etiquette, shame, and reason.
He was no longer a passive recipient, no longer a rigid puppet...
Zhao Wenxuan took the initiative, pinning her down under the quilt, his movements filled with a desperate eagerness.
He began to explore, to take, and to leave his own mark on her.
He greedily absorbed this unfamiliar and exquisite...
After all, this is a kind of thing.
Men become addicted very quickly after their first time!
This was like an age-old prophecy, accurately predicting Zhao Wenxuan's fate at this moment, and for countless times thereafter...
When everything returned to calm.
He dared not look at Qian Yueqiu, yet he couldn't help but trace her silhouette so close to him with the corner of his eye.
A complex and indescribable emotion surged within me—regret for my out-of-control behavior just now.
There is uncertainty and fear about the future, but more than that, there is a tingling, itchy longing that comes from the very marrow of one's bones after having tasted the sweetness of it.
He knew.
Some things have changed completely since today.
He crossed that boundary, not just physically, but also psychologically.
The title of "male concubine" is no longer just a humiliating one...
He seems to be addicted!
The 28th day of the twelfth lunar month.
The Chinese New Year is just around the corner.
However, the Crown Prince had to deal with the Third Prince before the end of the year.
It has to be said.
The crown prince was gradually corrupted by Qian Yueshu.
Even if we had to deal with it before.
He also wanted to let the Third Prince enjoy the New Year properly before discussing anything else.
But now.
Xiao Qingxuan was clearly determined to prevent the Third Prince from having a good New Year...
The capital city in December should have been enveloped in a festive atmosphere that was growing stronger day by day.
The crackling sounds of mischievous children setting off firecrackers began to echo sporadically through the streets and alleys.
On the doorframes of every household, preparations for replacing the old peachwood charms with new ones have quietly been completed. A uniquely languid atmosphere of the New Year permeates the air, as if even the biting north wind has softened, urging wandering travelers to return home and anticipating the lights of reunion.
However, beneath this seemingly peaceful surface, deep within the imposing and solemn imperial city, a cold undercurrent is surging and gathering, enough to freeze and shatter this moment of warmth.
The Crown Prince's residence.
The earthen fire was burning brightly, isolating it from the harsh cold outside and creating two separate worlds.
The beast-shaped silver frost charcoal burned silently, emitting a warm glow, but it could not dispel the chill that lingered between Crown Prince Xiao Qingxuan's brows.
He stood with his hands behind his back by the window, his gaze seemingly piercing through the exquisite window frame, landing on the gray sky beyond the palace walls.
On the desk lay a secret report, the ink still fresh, each word like a poisoned needle, piercing his eyes with pain.
"The seventeen survivors of the Minnan Massacre have arrived in the outskirts of Beijing to sue the Third Prince for the massacre of 173 people in Qinghe Village and the burning of the village to cover up the crime."
Behind those few words lies the agonizing cries of dozens of lives lost and the ashes of a village.
Xiao Qingxuan's knuckles turned slightly white from the force he exerted.
He knew his third brother was violent, but he never imagined he had become so depraved.
Just because he was blocked by a group of people who had nowhere else to turn and only wanted "the upright and just magistrate" to make decisions when he was inspecting the local area, he felt that his authority had been undermined, so he brazenly ordered the village to be set on fire!
That's not just murder, that's the work of the devil.
The Crown Prince's faction said, "Let the Third Prince wait until after the New Year to talk about it... The Crown Prince has already been expelled from the Eastern Palace. If he were to kill his brothers at this time, the Emperor would probably be angry again."
But ever since Xiao Qingxuan got together with Qian Yueshu, he has been somewhat influenced by him!
He no longer cares about that brotherhood...
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