Chapter 7 With Lu Lu Youchuan, you've finally arrived!
Qin Song's lips were dry, yet soft. When Lu Youchuan's lips touched them, a surge of heat, which had been dormant for over twenty years, suddenly rose in his chest.
His throat trembled, and he quickly fed the pill to Qin Song, their lips parting instantly.
Lu Youchuan knew that he was experiencing some abnormal fluctuations, but he never took these trivial emotions to heart.
He lowered his eyes, not thinking about anything between men and women, and checked her forehead temperature again. It still hadn't come down, but this medicine was from the Imperial Hospital, used to prevent serious criminals from dying from high fever. Given that her condition had stabilized, she should wake up soon.
The medicine had been administered, and Lu Youchuan should have turned and left, but he couldn't help but stand by the bed and scrutinize her.
After he was inexplicably entangled with her, he had someone check her information. Such a spoiled woman had a name that was anything but delicate—Qin Song.
She found it quite strange that, on the one hand, Qin Daoji cherished her like a precious treasure, and on the other hand, she was determined to join the army. After all that fuss, she started to flirt with everyone.
Besides him, is Li Yu also her target?
That night, she appeared barefoot and dressed in only a single garment outside Li Yu's room. Given Li Yu's reserved nature, even when feeding her medicine, it was impossible for him to do anything inappropriate like taking off her clothes and shoes. It could only be a trick she played herself.
Poor fool, if only he knew about her outrageous words and actions towards another man...
Lu Youchuan's thoughts drifted away, unaware that the smile on his lips had become much more pronounced.
He didn't intend to stay long and was about to turn around when a soft, jade-like hand suddenly grabbed his sleeve.
Lu Youchuan froze, his heart skipped a beat. The spot she touched sent a jolt up his sleeve to his shoulder, leaving his arm stiff. He stared ahead, feigning indifference, but dared not turn back.
"Lu Youchuan... Lu Youchuan..." she called his name, her voice low and hoarse, indistinct.
Lu Youchuan's throat tightened, and a surge of hot blood rushed to his head, making it impossible for him to think. He could only forcefully suppress these subtle emotions, keeping his face cold to conceal his unease.
He turned back indifferently, intending to continue his cold and sarcastic remarks, but the scene he had envisioned did not materialize. The demoness on the bed still had her eyes closed, merely muttering in her sleep.
Her brows were furrowed, her breathing was rapid, and she kept calling out Lu Youchuan's name.
What did she dream about? Why did she call his name?
Her eyebrows were trembling, and she might wake up soon, but instead of leaving immediately, he sullenly and greedily stayed to eavesdrop on her babbling.
"You promised me... I've been waiting for so long... Time to sleep..."
Her words were fragmented, and from these few words, Lu Youchuan recalled many agonizing moments. He was consumed by a subtle emotion of disdain that he had always held for others, and his uncontrollable reaction was growing wildly. He could not linger any longer.
He removed her hand and placed it back on the bed.
Just then, the person on the bed moved their hands and tightly hugged his wrists.
Lu Youchuan immediately looked up and met Qin Song's dark, bright eyes, which held a triumphant air.
"Lu Youchuan, you're finally here!" Qin Song's voice was weak. Afraid that he would run away, she almost propped herself up and hugged his wrist. The heat that had not completely subsided made Lu Youchuan feel irritable even through his clothes.
His face remained expressionless as he ruthlessly pried her hand away, straightened up, and said, "I was just passing by. Take good care of yourself."
He left with a cold and distant remark and walked away.
Qin Song quickly sat up, supporting her weak body as she called out to him, "Lu Youchuan, you hypocrite, you break your word."
Lu Youchuan stopped in his tracks, but remained silent.
"You promised, I'll help you find Feng Jin, so you'll do me a favor in return," Qin Song said directly.
Lu Youchuan picked up his foot and continued walking out. "I, Lu, never claim to be a gentleman, but I do know about propriety, righteousness, integrity, and a sense of shame."
What about propriety, righteousness, integrity, and a sense of shame?
Oh, he thought she wanted to sleep with him.
As expected, men will never admit they can't do it. They'll find grand excuses to protect their fragile self-esteem. It's a pity, though. If they could, she wouldn't be talking right now.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Qin Song, ignoring his dizziness, raised his voice: "You're shameless! I just want you to take me down the mountain!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Youchuan stopped at the doorway.
The night breeze lifted the hem of his clothes, as if burying his misunderstanding into the silent darkness, making it impossible to discern the emotions churning within.
"You were invited to the temple by Prime Minister Qin himself, and I, Lu, am powerless to help you."
Qin Song glared at his retreating figure, rolling her eyes in annoyance. He was the one who made her get punished, yet he was now trying to absolve himself of all responsibility.
However, it's all her own fault for being so short-sighted, picking such a tough opponent right from the start, and now she has to take him down.
After all, with him leading her down the mountain, there was no fear that she would be criticized again for leaving the temple without permission and for not sincerely reflecting on her mistakes.
"Of course I know you can't stop me from cultivating, but all I need is for you to take me to the Governor's Mansion's birthday banquet, and then send me back after the banquet. That shouldn't be difficult for you, right?"
Lu Youchuan raised his eyelids and calmly asked, "What are you going to the Governor's Mansion for?"
Of course, I'd go build a harem!
The banquet hosted by the Five Military Commands must be attended by most of the high-ranking officials and nobles in the capital, right? Among the imperial family's elite, young officials, and scions of prominent families, there must be some suitable for her harem.
As long as the pond is big enough, she will definitely be able to catch enough fish!
Of course, a man like Lu Youchuan, who is incompetent himself and even sent her to a Taoist temple, would never understand her touching dedication to her career.
After a moment's thought, she casually came up with an excuse, "Of course I'm going to celebrate her birthday. The old lady of the Governor's Mansion used to dote on me. How could I miss her birthday celebration? If you hadn't confined me to the mountain, would I have needed to sneak off to go?"
"Really? What a coincidence?"
As soon as Qin Song finished speaking, Lu Youchuan turned around solemnly. His dark eyes, bathed in the warm glow of the lamp, showed no warmth whatsoever, and were extremely cold and indifferent. "Feng Jin has confessed that the mastermind behind the treason is none other than the Commander-in-Chief of the Central Army, Gong Shiliang."
Qin Song: "..."
What kind of case is this? It seems like she orchestrated it! She's involved in everything!
Qin Song was speechless and was about to explain when a chubby little maid appeared at the door, "Lord Lu, Lord Lu—"
When Shen Xing saw the God of Slaughter Lu Youchuan, his expression changed, he stammered, and his legs went weak.
Lu Youchuan was still standing in Qin Song's room. He glanced at the newcomer, said nothing, only gave Qin Song a sharp, suspicious look, and then turned and left.
Qin Song was indignant.
No, she had to go to the governor's mansion banquet to see how good her fishpond was, and also to try her luck in a lively place to see how many men a qualified female protagonist in this world really needed.
She lowered her eyes in thought, when Chen Xing jogged in.
Qin Song had never met this girl before. After briefly inquiring about the situation, she vividly recounted what had happened that night. At the end, she sighed, "I never imagined that taking care of such an important person would be so difficult."
Qin Song was both touched and amused. She took off the jade bracelet from her wrist and said, "Thank you for taking care of me. This bracelet is just a small token of my appreciation. If you need anything in the future, please feel free to contact me."
Shen Xing declined several times but failed, so she had no choice but to accept.
Holding the bracelet as if it were the most precious treasure in the world, she was so moved that she cried. "Thank you, Miss Qin. I used to be a cleaning maid. No matter how dirty or tiring the work was, it was my duty. I never accepted any reward before. Besides, Sister Yunqian already gave us some money when she left. I am really ashamed. We don't know how to take care of people at all, and we have caused you to suffer."
Qin Song glanced at his neatly arranged clothes and smiled, "How could that be? You did a great job. I feel refreshed now. Thank you."
Shen Xing touched her ear and smiled sheepishly, "Actually, we learned it on the spot, thanks to Xiao..."
Halfway through her sentence, Chen Xing quickly shut her mouth. Granny Liu had warned her not to speak carelessly, but the nobleman on the bed was staring at her intently, waiting for her to continue with some doubt.
After thinking it over for a moment, he forced himself to make up a story: "Thanks to Lord Lu's guidance, we were able to do all this."
Qin Song was greatly shocked, "Lu Youchuan?"
“Yes, yes.” Shen Xing gritted her teeth and finished making it up, then changed the subject, “You must be hungry, right? I’ll go find you something to eat.”
After she finished speaking, she ignored Qin Song's advice to rest first and ran away.
How could she dare rest? She had to hurry and stop Jiang Yue to coordinate their story!
Shen Xing closed the door, and the empty room was eerily quiet.
Qin Song sat on the bed, feeling dizzy and indeed a little hungry. She rubbed her stomach and lay back down, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed as she stared blankly at the roof beam.
Human hearts are truly complex. Lu Youchuan appears fierce on the surface, but secretly he showers her with affection.
What kind of trick is this? It's too hard to figure out.
The key question is, is there any chance she can get to Governor Gong's residence?
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After returning from Taixu Temple, Lu Youchuan rested in the duty room of the government office.
In the stillness of the night, the pale moonlight enveloped the entire capital, making even dreams hazy—
Inside the Censorate's torture chamber, the criminals brought back from the dark alley kept cursing Lu Youchuan, sometimes calling him a dog, sometimes calling him Qin Song's dog, and making wild speculations about countless secret relationships between him and Qin Song.
But his predictions were completely wrong. Lu Youchuan imprisoned Qin Song with a single memorial, and he didn't care where he was imprisoned.
After a long period of secret interrogation, they finally managed to pry open the man's mouth and discovered a new clue—Feng Jin, the Commissioner of the Court of State Ceremonies, who had been secretly passing on treacherous secret letters by abusing his position.
When the Censorate found Feng Jin, he was like a frightened bird, and hurriedly ran up the mountain and hid in the royal Taoist temple.
Inside the Taixu Temple, I encountered Qin Song again.
In the dead of night, she was standing barefoot and wearing only a single garment in the courtyard of a stranger!
Yet, in front of everyone, she entangled herself with him, becoming even more dissolute.
She hid under his cloak, grabbed his wrist, and nestled in his arms. She made no attempt to hide her desires, teasing him relentlessly, driving him to the brink of madness.
Fortunately, she did find Feng Jin.
He couldn't see her clearly. Perhaps she already knew where Feng Jin was hiding, but was just using this to make the Censorate lower their guard against the Qin family.
That night, her maidservants searched the entire city for a doctor, and Zhang Hu, seeing this, also became talkative.
"Is Miss Qin really ill? It seems quite serious. Would you like to go up and take a look, sir? ... Uh, I mean, weren't you going to ask Miss Qin about the internal traitor?"
He had actually guessed who the two minor officials who might have changed clothes and cooperated in taking Feng Jin away were by observing their positions and backgrounds on the day Feng Jin was captured. But Zhang Hu had undoubtedly found him a reasonable excuse to go up the mountain.
He returned to the Taoist temple as if possessed, only to find another man already attending to her every need, coming and going in close proximity.
How frivolous and dissolute!
What kind of noble lady is she? She doesn't even cherish her own purity, so why should he care? When he entered the room, he could have fed her the medicine through a bamboo tube, but he scoffed at it.
Their lips met, the warm touch so real it made it hard to breathe. The pain from when she bit his lip returned, bringing him a twisted pleasure.
At that moment, the woman on the bed suddenly opened her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck.
They were standing very close, the smiling face that haunted her mind every day was right in front of her, so close that if she lowered her head slightly, she could touch her lips again.
"Lord Lu, shall we sleep together?"
A soft, alluring voice rang out, and Lu Youchuan was jolted awake.
My breathing was rapid, and my heart was pounding like a drum.
The strange sensation between my legs was so intense that it became incredibly irritating.
Lu Youchuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his long, slender fingers gripping the corner of the blanket, as if he wanted to strangle someone.
He actually developed an uncontrollable lust for the daughter of the treacherous official he despised the most!
Absurd, yet intense.
A note from the author:
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From then on, Xiao Lu suffered torment every day.
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