Chapter 12. Her lips and tongue were wet and hot.
Her soft lips and tongue pried open his mouth and teeth, venturing deep inside, eager to find a way to relieve the spiciness.
The aroma of wine, along with the hot, stimulating sensation, permeated his entire being; she continued her assault, demanding more.
The chicken leg on her lap fell to the ground, but she didn't care. She put her slender arms on his shoulders and around his neck, his heavy breathing making it hard for her to leave.
Lu Youchuan's chest heaved violently, and he almost couldn't breathe. Once he accepted the fact, he couldn't help but pull her over, straddle her on his large thighs, and firmly support her back with his well-defined knuckles, responding fiercely.
After a brief moment of tenderness, he stopped again, pinched her chin, pulled her slightly apart, and looked her into his eyes, his voice hoarse, "Who am I?"
"Lu Youchuan." Qin Song answered without hesitation.
He then asked, "Do you know what you're doing?"
"Kiss you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Song broke free from his hand, bent down, and kissed him again.
Lu Youchuan's mind went blank for a moment, the last thread of clarity snapped, and he suddenly pulled her into his arms, ravaging her, wanting to imbue her with his scent.
Her lips and tongue were wet and hot, the spiciness gradually faded, and a blood-pumping heat exploded in his little moon again.
He recalled the dream that filled him with shame, indignation, and conflict; it was just like that, lingering and intense.
At this moment, he was enjoying it immensely and couldn't stop...
A thunderstorm struck on a winter night, making the mountain road bumpy and muddy.
The carriage descended the mountain from Taixu Temple, but instead of returning directly to the city, it turned around and went to a villa in the eastern suburbs.
"ah--"
Outside the city, inside the Lei family's private villa, Lei Heyang clutched his blood-soaked groin, screaming in agony as he rolled on the ground.
Inside the house, the woman's sobbing stopped abruptly because of this scream. She hurriedly hugged the quilt to cover herself and cowered as she looked out into the yard.
In the dim rainy night, under the withered yellow sycamore tree, a man dressed in black and boots stood high above the howling Lei Heyang, holding a long, blood-dripping knife, like a vengeful ghost.
"Lu Youchuan?! You are Lu Youchuan! Damn it, I'm going to kill you!" Lei Heyang clutched his empty spot, his expression ferocious, with beads of sweat hanging from his forehead.
Lu Youchuan sneered: "You've missed your chance."
The laughter, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, crept up Lei Heyang's back, sending a chill down his spine. He kept his head held high, though: "Bah! My father is the Minister of Justice! Lu Youchuan, you're dead!"
Lu Youchuan lowered his eyes and stared intently: "No rush, he's next."
"Lu Youchuan, you are an imperial censor, how dare you resort to private punishment?! Indiscriminately killing innocent people?!" Lei Heyang glanced at the gleaming blade and tried to shrink back.
“Unfortunately, I have a penchant for using private punishments.” Lu Youchuan kicked him hard. “Your crimes are already recorded by the Censorate, and there are a thousand more punishments waiting for you. This blow is an extra reward from me.”
As the heavy rain washed over him, the bright red blood on Lu Youchuan's blade mingled with the rainwater. He deftly sheathed his sword and walked into the rain without haste.
Lei Heyang finally snapped out of his shock, propped himself up weakly, and asked with difficulty, "Why?"
Lu Youchuan ignored him.
"You've come seeking revenge? For whom?"
Lu Youchuan ignored him.
"You're doing this for that bastard from the Anguo Duke's family?"
Lu Youchuan abruptly stopped, paused for a moment, then let out a cold sneer before continuing on his way.
The early winter night rain was fine and drizzling, and a damp atmosphere permeated the air.
Lu Youchuan returned to the yamen soaking wet. Like a puppet, he stood in the rain for a long time before walking blankly to the backyard, where he washed, tidied himself up, and wearily took off his clothes to sleep.
He had his own house, but he spent most of his time living in the government office, like a pitiful, lonely man.
Fortunately, it's easier to fall asleep on a rainy night, and he drifted off to sleep soon after lying down.
But even in my dreams, I cannot find peace.
"Lord Lu, your lips are so soft, much more alluring than your cold face." The stunning beauty, with seductive eyes, wrapped her jade-like arms around his shoulders, their noses touching, her soft breath falling on his cheek. "Smile more, like Li Yu."
It's Li Yu again!
Lu Youchuan's eyes darkened. He pulled her arms away and suddenly covered her lips with his, turning defense into offense...
Lu Youchuan woke up again at some point.
He sat up, panting, and accidentally knocked over a teacup beside the couch.
The sound of the ceramic cracking shattered the tranquility of the night, making his heartbeat even more piercing, rapid, and violent.
A thin layer of sweat clung to his back. He lifted the blanket and glanced at it, then couldn't help but close his eyes, tilt his head back, and sigh helplessly.
After living a life of integrity and abstinence for over twenty years, he finally succumbed to temptation, lost his mind, and fell in love...
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Qin Song looked at the ceiling and shook his head in disappointment. How come this person can only drink half a cup of wine?
However, he accidentally drank a glass of wine and actually fell asleep at the crucial moment!
What a pity! Lu Youchuan already responded to her; maybe he could regain his former prowess?
He looked cold, but his kisses were captivating, and he was quite... breathless.
"Miss, are you feeling unwell? Why is your face so red?"
Qin Song pulled at the blanket, longing for that kiss, when Yun Qian suddenly bent down and leaned close to her, staring at her with concern.
Damn it, I woke up and I'm back on this drab mountain again.
Qin Song quickly put the matter of last night out of her mind. After all, Lu Youchuan was a political enemy of her father and was likely impotent. He wouldn't sleep well even if she kissed him, so she decided not to waste time with him.
But where should she spend all her time now?
Xiao Liyu went down the mountain and became the son-in-law of the Gong family. It's a pity that even though they were already holding hands, he still lost an excellent bed partner.
There were no other suitable candidates on the mountain, so it was a pity that all her good skills had nowhere to be used.
She sighed dejectedly, and rose to wash up like a puppet. Yun Qian helped her while chatting with her, "Miss, did you see the Crown Prince when you went down the mountain? Were you satisfied?"
Uh... well, when she and Lu Youchuan went down the mountain, she lied to Yun Qian, saying that she was going to find her father to see the Crown Prince. Yun Qian then obediently covered for her and let her go down the mountain.
She did indeed meet the Crown Prince by chance, but was this Crown Prince the same person as that Crown Prince?
"Yun Qian, tell me honestly, where did you find the portrait of the Crown Prince?"
"W-what's wrong? Is there a problem?" Yun Qian turned her head to comb Qin Song's hair, not daring to look at her.
Qin Song immediately saw through the deception. "Sure enough, I was wondering why the Crown Prince was changed so quickly. Was that portrait of the Crown Prince fake?"
Yun Qian immediately knelt down, "Miss, please calm down. That portrait was given to me by the master, and I have never seen the Crown Prince before."
Why... did he kneel down? Qin Song wasn't angry; he just suddenly realized the key: what is the most important skill for a regent?
It's about control.
A seven- or eight-year-old crown prince is an excellent puppet, easy to manipulate, making him the ideal choice for regent and a perfect candidate for a husband in name only.
Qin Song bent down to help Yun Qian up. "Get up quickly. I didn't say anything to you. Besides, this Crown Prince suits my taste perfectly."
As long as it's easy to handle, what difference does it make who handles it?
Marrying a little brat grants her an incomparably noble status, and with countless concubines, she could become the next princess.
"That's wonderful! I heard the Zhenbei Army is coming back soon. This Taixu Temple is a royal Taoist temple. The Zhenbei Army will come to the temple to pray for blessings after their return. His Highness the Crown Prince will also come, and Miss will be able to see His Highness the Crown Prince again." Yun Qian got up, dusted off the hem of her skirt, and continued to style Qin Song's hair.
Qin Song didn't really want to see him, so he forced a smile and didn't say anything more.
Yun Qian continued, "Miss is still recovering from her illness, but the monks at the temple have made a special exception and allowed Miss to rest for a few days. She doesn't need to copy scriptures or attend morning prayers. Is Miss happy?"
Of course she was happy. Qin Song looked at herself in the mirror and thought she looked even more beautiful. "It's just a pity that Li Yu isn't here."
Yun Qian didn't know what entanglement Qin Song had with this young master, but she had no ill intentions towards such a refined gentleman. Following her words, she asked, "Would you like to take a look at those books that the young master sent over a few days ago, Miss?"
Qin Song pouted again, "What's so interesting about that?"
"Indeed, our young lady is very learned. She could recite these books by heart when she was twelve years old, so she doesn't need anyone else to annotate them."
"Me? I can recite all these books by heart?"
Qin Song was surprised, and Yun Qian was also surprised, but Yun Qian quickly found a reasonable explanation: "That's right. Since Miss started practicing martial arts with Miss Tao, she hasn't read a book for a long time. It's normal that she's forgotten. As long as Miss wants to learn, she can pick it up again soon."
This is incredible! The original owner of this body is actually skilled in both literature and martial arts!
Driven by admiration for strength, Qin Song silently opened a book that Li Yu had given him.
Slightly yellowed paper, clearly printed characters, and elegant, small annotations—Qin Song stared blankly at the contents of the book.
She had read some books, but she had never read the Four Books and Five Classics in their entirety.
She wanted to see what was so special about the ancient tools that helped men achieve great things.
Reading books is definitely not as fun as having a man. Qin Song felt sleepy while reading, but there was nothing fun on the mountain, so he could only flip through the book from time to time.
A day passed, and she had actually read through half of the Spring and Autumn Annals. She also gained a sense of accomplishment from this progress and gradually became fascinated by this new experience.
As she turned the pages of the book, it grew thinner and thinner, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "So these books are actually quite interesting."
Five days passed, and the young Taoist nun did not come on the day she was supposed to be practicing.
Qin Song found it strange, so he put on his cloak and went to check out the situation.
In front of the Eight Immortals Hall, there is a spacious viewing platform that overlooks the entire Taoist temple and even offers a distant view of the capital. Qin Song took Yun Qian there.
As soon as he arrived, a powerful commotion reached Qin Song's ears from afar.
The master and servant looked down from the observation deck and saw a well-trained, orderly troop of soldiers marching in formation.
In the procession of over a thousand people, each person carried a small wooden box in their hands, with a white cloth strap tied to their right arm, and moved forward slowly and silently.
At the very front of the procession stood a slightly tattered flag, solemnly bearing the character "North".
"Miss, it's the Zhenbei Army!" Yun Qian said, looking down the mountain with a hint of excitement in her voice.
The Zhenbei Army? Now I remember, Yun Qian said that the Zhenbei Army would go up the mountain to pray for blessings, and the Crown Prince would also come. What's there to be excited about?
Moreover, she didn't see anyone else besides this army.
The sky was gloomy, and the dark clouds seemed about to crash down.
The soldiers approached solemnly, passing through the archway and stopping in front of the spirit palace. A heavy atmosphere could be clearly felt even from a distance.
Upon hearing the commotion, the abbess and all the nuns in the temple solemnly greeted them.
The leading general looked extremely young, tall and slender, with an upright posture. However, due to the angle, Qin Song couldn't see his face clearly. He could only sense that he and his troops were enveloped in a heavy emotion, and not a single person had slumped shoulders.
The general, head held high and chest out, stepped forward, held his spear upright, and planted it heavily in the ground. The marble floor and the black iron spear shaft produced a majestic boom, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent. Only the howling wind could be heard, and the bright red cloak of the leading general fluttered in the air.
Qin Song roughly guessed what was happening and was so captivated by the solemn atmosphere that he could not tolerate any distracting thoughts, his devotion surpassing even that of reciting scriptures.
As the sound of impact rang out, the tough young men behind the general slightly raised the wooden box in their hands and shouted in unison, "Send it, send it, send it!"
The loud voice was filled with sorrow, and Qin Song silently held his breath, feeling that even breathing was a disturbance.
The nuns, still with their hands clasped together, chanted prayers as they stepped aside to make way for a wide path in the middle, where the abbess and two highly respected nuns led the group steadily into the hall.
The soldiers moved in orderly rows, one after another, with only the Taoist nun's silent prayers audible as a mosquito's buzz.
As the noise subsided, Qin Song realized that a large number of people had gathered around the observation deck, all staring silently at the viewpoint. Some were solemn, some were wistful, some were indignant, and some were even sobbing, but none of them seemed relaxed.
A moment later, voices began to fill the silent platform.
"Wasn't the Zhenbei Army supposed to pray for the fallen soldiers in two days? Why are they here today? Even His Highness the Crown Prince isn't here."
"I heard that General Tao sped up his march to get back to Beijing to treat the wounded because there were many wounded soldiers in the army."
"It's pitiful that the invincible Zhenbei Army has lost so many soldiers." The speaker couldn't help but wipe away his tears.
Another person also looked sad: "It is said that one box contains the ashes of ten people. With such a display, I'm afraid the souls of tens of thousands of soldiers will not be able to rest in peace."
"This time, the defeat at Danzhou resulted in the fall of an entire city. The corpses of soldiers and civilians piled up like mountains. How tragic it must have been!" The white-haired old man's voice trembled.
"It is said that General Tao was also seriously wounded, but he fought on despite his injuries and managed to stop the enemy from continuing their southward advance; otherwise, Yunzhou would have fallen as well."
"It's all the fault of that traitor Qin! If he hadn't colluded with the enemy and betrayed the country, how could the hero have been defeated and the city massacred by that villain?!" The young man gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred.
"What? Imperial Censor Lu found out? It really is Chief Minister Qin?"
"Who else could it be but him? The spy that General Tao exposed is Qin Daoji's own nephew." The man was agitated, wishing he could tear the wicked villain in his mouth apart.
Qin Song heard this and couldn't help but glance at the man. She remembered that the person Lu Youchuan had investigated was the Commander-in-Chief of the Central Army. How did it become her father?
However, as soon as she turned her head, Yun Qian quietly pulled her back and whispered, "Miss, let's go first. It will be troublesome if they recognize us."
Qin Song couldn't help but ponder: Was this world truly the same as her original one? Why were there such tragic heroic battles? And what about the female protagonist here? Was she the princess? What was she doing? Was she also sleeping with someone?
Qin Song couldn't understand it, but the situation was indeed unfavorable for her at the moment, so it was best to leave first.
The crowd was so dense that she had barely taken two steps when someone bumped her hood off, instantly exposing her delicate face to everyone's view.
"It's her! She's Qin Daoji's daughter. I heard it from Imperial Censor Lu that night." A tall, thin man exclaimed, pointing at Qin Song's nose.
The onlookers turned their heads like wolves, their anger and grief finally finding an outlet.
A note from the author:
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The third male lead is about to appear! The next chapter will mainly feature Xiao Liyu.
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