"Do you dislike this place?"
The sound of falling snow and burning candles outside was clearly audible; the air was thin and tense, as if a conflict could erupt at any moment; and the pounding of my heart made my ribs ache.
A powerful sense of oppression and fear gripped Ah Chou, causing a cold sweat to break out on his back. His fingers, gripping the calligraphy brush so tightly that his hair turned white, tightened, and his teeth chattered nervously.
The ink dripped and smeared on the paper, and Ah Chou stared at the tip of the pen in fear, hesitating to write.
"Can't write?"
No matter how pleasant the sound from above was, it sounded like a ghost to Ah Chou, who was still in shock, and his hunched shoulders trembled uncontrollably.
Then another force grabbed his waist and lifted him up, half-laying and half-throwing him onto the table, scattering inkstones and brushes all over the floor, leaving the scene in a mess.
Jiang Yanhui grabbed Ah Chou's wrists and pulled them above her head, forcefully pushing aside his tightly closed legs and squeezing inside. As she leaned down, strands of her hair gently teased Ah Chou's neck.
"There are so many things you don't know. Even if your appearance suits my taste, I'll eventually get tired of looking at you." Jiang Yanhui pressed down on A Chou's struggling and twisting waist and smiled gently. "But as long as you're obedient, you'll get plenty of benefits."
This time, it was no longer a gentle caress of lips against skin. When their two burning lips met, Ah Chou's eyes widened, and tears streamed down her face, blurring the ink on the rice paper.
As they struggled, their teeth clashed, causing Ah Chou's nose to sting with pain. Under Jiang Yan Hui's skillful manipulation, Ah Chou quickly succumbed to the attack.
Clear-headed will was once again dragged into an endless abyss. Helpless, Ah Chou was like a clam that had been pried open, its soft interior being wantonly kneaded and manipulated.
Chaos, dampness, and heat intertwined to form a vast web called lust, trapping Ah Chou within it, unable to move, only able to gasp for breath to maintain his basic needs.
He roughly tore open the fragile fabric, revealing skin as beautiful as snow in the candlelight. Ah Chou struggled helplessly for a moment, enduring the blatant gaze, and covered the scar on her shoulder with trembling hands.
Tears silently flooded her eyes, her cheeks were streaked with tears as if they had been washed by water, her legs kicked weakly twice, and she closed her eyes resignedly.
Jiang Yan removed Ah Chou's hand from her cover, revealing an ugly, raised scar that looked out of place on her smooth, delicate skin.
"You dislike this place?"
Ah Chou turned her face to the side, biting her lower lip tightly.
Jiang Yanhui rubbed the lesion heavily with her fingertips, and soon a strange red mark appeared on her delicate skin. "I can help you remove it."
After a few breaths, Ah Chou, whose brain was deprived of oxygen, finally understood what Jiang Yan Hui meant and looked at her in confusion.
Jiang Yanhui straightened up, admiring the body that perfectly matched her aesthetic standards. Her tongue brushed against her itchy canine teeth as she coaxed, "The process is a little painful, but it will give you a beautiful new body."
With gentle words and patient persuasion, the innocent and naive fawn was led into a trap that the hunter had prepared long ago.
"It can remove scars..." Ah Chou blinked her wet eyes.
During the days when slaves were bought and sold at will, all they could think about was how to survive. In their disheveled and dying state, they did not consider beauty or ugliness, but only hoped to have a safe place to stay, so that they would not die of illness or exhaustion on the road like others.
Ah Chou was very content after arriving at the Prince's Mansion. She kept herself busy every day, trying her best not to recall the pain of the past.
It was from Jiang Yanhui that A Chou learned she was good-looking, and only then did she begin to pay attention to her appearance and start to dislike the scars that Jiang Yanhui had rejected.
The boy lying on the table had his black hair loose, his clothes disheveled, revealing a large expanse of smooth chest, and deep purple teeth marks on his slightly parted, rosy lips.
Her hazy eyes strained to focus, trying to see Jiang Yan Hui's expression clearly, and she nodded slightly after a moment.
Jiang Yan smiled, a genuine and radiant smile of satisfaction. Her beautiful features relaxed, like unattainable black gold from the heavens.
Their lips met again, the kiss carrying a hint of reward, incredibly gentle, light as a feather. Jiang Yanhui's unique fragrance permeated every inch of Ah Chou's fragile nerves, making her unable to control herself as the other gave her the kiss.
Knock—knock knock—
An untimely knock interrupted Jiang Yanhui's descent. He frowned, clicked his tongue, pulled the limp Ah Chou into his arms, and slowly lifted his coat, asking, "What is it?"
"Your Majesty, a messenger from the military camp says that a spy has been captured. The General hopes that you and Lieutenant Lang will return to discuss this matter."
It was Aunt Pan's voice.
Jiang Yan looked down at A Chou, who was lying obediently in her arms, breathing softly. A Chou's face was still flushed, and she blinked hard, trying to pull herself away from her desire.
Because he was too timid, he stayed close to Jiang Yan Hui, afraid that the people outside would come in and see everything.
The delicious food was right in front of them, but they couldn't eat it. They had to brave the wind and snow and travel under the moonlight, not knowing how many days it would take to return.
Jiang Yan Hui's aura was terrifyingly low.
In a state of extreme sensitivity, Ah Chou trembled with fear, instinctively grabbing Jiang Yan Hui's sleeve for psychological support, her bright eyes looking at her with a questioning gaze.
The frightened fawn needed comforting, and its affectionate attitude eased Jiang Yanhui's restlessness somewhat. She stroked A Chou's back to soothe it, and whispered affectionately in his ear, "I have to leave for a few days. Wait for me to come back at the Prince's Mansion."
The sudden disappearance of warmth in front of her left Ah Chou dazed, a strange sense of loss filling her heart. She rubbed her face vigorously, jumped off the table, quickly tidied herself, and followed Jiang Yan back.
Jiang Yanhui naturally spread her arms to enjoy Ah Chou's help in changing clothes, and said to Aunt Pan who was waiting for a reply outside the door, "Prepare the carriage, I'm going back now."
He pulled up Ah Chou, who was kneeling down adjusting her belt, and gave her waist a couple of hard rubs. His calloused fingertips brushed against her lower lip, admiring Ah Chou's eyes welling up with tears again.
"Wait for me to come back."
With those words, he grabbed his cloak and strode away, leaving Ah Chou with his mouth slightly open, waiting for the kiss to fall.
Only when the room was completely quiet did Ah Chou belatedly realize her inappropriate expectation, and covered her face in shame, revealing only the tips of her red ears.
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The daily routines of military personnel are outrageously regular, though there are exceptions like Jiang Yanhui.
Lang Rong, who had just crawled out of bed, yawned as he climbed into the carriage. After his bottom touched the cushion, he slumped over and shifted around to find a comfortable position to continue his nap.
In contrast, Jiang Yanhui was dressed neatly, with even her hair combed perfectly, showing no signs of being woken up in the middle of the night.
"We've caught a spy from the Youbu tribe."
Like a thunderclap out of nowhere, Lang Rongteng sat up abruptly, his eyes wide as saucers, and exclaimed in a piercingly surprised voice, "What!"
The night wind howled against the tightly closed side windows, the tassels hanging inside the carriage swayed with the carriage, and the scarlet charcoal in the brazier flickered, only the freshly brewed invigorating tea soothed the throbbing nerves.
Jiang Yan explained to Lang Rong in a clear and logical manner, "When investigating the release of Dou Yu into the military camp, we accidentally caught a suspicious person. Upon questioning, we found that the person was indignant. When we searched his residence, we found his communication tools for contacting the outside world."
Lang Rong angrily pounded his leg, gritting his teeth and cursing, "Damn it, these barbarians! They're even eyeing Lingzhou!"
He then asked, "I wonder how long you've been lurking in the military camp, how many messages you've sent out, and whether you've found anything?"
Jiang Yanhui shook his head with a serious expression, his lazy demeanor vanishing. "The soldier who came to deliver the message only gave a general idea. We'll have to go back to the camp and ask the general for the specifics."
The drowsiness vanished the moment they heard the news. Jiang Yanhui and Lang Rong walked in silence, each with their own worries.
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