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The weight of lead in his limbs pressed down on the drowsy Ah Chou, causing him to furrow his brow and mutter incoherently. One moment he was engulfed by an endless blizzard, the next he was suddenly threatened to beat Jiang Yan Hui to death during a passionate encounter.
In a daze, through ups and downs, not knowing how long he had been in this state of confusion, Ah Chou returned to that unfamiliar yet unexpectedly comforting dream.
In his dream, he became a babbling toddler, sleeping peacefully in his own little bed, surrounded by various plush toys that were the embodiment of invisible love.
"Dad! Dad! I'll just check on my little brother as he sleeps, I won't disturb him."
A little girl with a round face came running in, tiptoeing onto the bed. Her big eyes were as black and bright as grapes.
"You're awake!" The little girl reached out and hooked her finger around his palm, then smiled sweetly with her eyes crinkling. "I'm your older sister~ You have to grow up well so you can play polo with me."
A drop of water falls into the calm lake, creating ripples that blur the image.
Ah Chou desperately wanted to keep it, but alas, it was like a flower in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water.
I was jolted awake from my dream by the blinding sunlight, and my overloaded brain throbbed with pain.
"Ah Chou! You're awake!"
Xiao Le rushed over anxiously, her eyes red, making Ah Chou momentarily dazed, and the fading dream became clear again.
The little girl in my dream called him "little brother." Could it be that the man I dreamt of who lulled him to sleep was...?
A dull ache began to throb in his head, as if he didn't want to think about anything.
Xiao Le's eyebrows and eyes drooped with worry, and her guilt was written all over her face. "Are you feeling unwell? I'll go and call Physician Zhang! Her medical skills are superb!"
Unable to understand, Ah Chou stopped forcing herself. She gave Xiao Le a weak smile, patted his hand that was nervously clutching the blanket, and indicated that she was alright.
With a loud "Wah!", Xiao Le burst into tears, rushed over and hugged A Chou tightly, wiping his tears and snot all over A Chou's shoulder without asking if A Chou was disgusted.
For two days while Ah Chou was in a coma, Xiao Le took the initiative to ask Uncle Ban to take care of him. Xiao Le was worried for as long as Ah Chou was in a coma. All the emotions that had been building up in his heart surged up and became unstoppable.
“I know who framed me. It was Lai Bao. The day you returned the jade pendant to Uncle Ban, he looked at me strangely when he came back and asked me several times. I knew that bastard was up to something!”
Xiao Le gritted his teeth in anger. If Lai Bao's body hadn't already been taken out of the palace, he would have spat on it again to vent his anger.
"By the way! Did you know that your body was able to recover so quickly all because of the King's instructions? The King had Physician Zhang treat you! That Physician Zhang is someone who only treats noble royal relatives. Later, His Majesty bestowed him upon the King, and he became the King's personal physician."
Looking at Xiao Le's excited expression, A Chou felt he should be grateful. Doctor Zhang's medical skills were indeed superb; he felt no discomfort at all, and it seemed that his knees, which had been worn raw from kneeling, had received timely treatment.
But... Ah Chou couldn't help but think of Jiang Yanhui's nonchalant attitude when he beat Lai Bao to death.
While Lai Bao's death was certainly not a pity, it also brought Achou, who had fallen into Jiang Yanhui's trap of tenderness, back to her senses.
The Jiangbei Queen, who had maintained peace in Lingzhou for ten years, was not a woman with a good temper. She held the power of life and death and could take a life with a single word, which made her extremely fearsome.
Ah Chou recalled all the ways he had acted against his status when he was with Jiang Yan Hui, and his budding young love turned into fear and dread in an instant.
Noticing that his hand was being held, Ah Chou smiled at Xiao Le, who seemed hesitant to speak, and shook his head to indicate that he understood.
There's no need for words of gratitude between Xiao Le and me; we understand each other perfectly.
Xiao Le hugged Achou again and said from the bottom of her heart, "Achou, you are my best friend for life!"
The last snowfall in Lingzhou stopped while he was asleep, and spring, unique to Lingzhou, quietly permeated this barren soil, bringing a rare burst of vitality.
Ah Chou, who had fainted, looked very ill, but it was actually more due to his weak constitution. With good medicine and the care of the imperial physician, he recovered completely in less than five days and was summoned by Jiang Yan to continue serving him.
The indoor temperature dropped after the heater was removed, but it was still warmer than outside, and the incense burning inside made people feel warm inside.
Dou Yu's fair and delicate fingers fiddled with the jade pendant hanging from his waist, the very one he had lost and then found. It looked even more exquisite and beautiful on him.
Dou Yu had many thoughts after hearing what happened from Uncle Ban. However, Lingzhou was not like the capital where he could call friends and chat all day. He was unfamiliar with the place and only had Jiang Yanhui to talk to. So he had no choice but to come and bother her with a lot of thoughts in his heart.
“Stealing from one’s master is a serious crime, yet Ah Chou is willing to sacrifice himself to protect his friend. What an interesting oddball.” Dou Yu leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. “Hey, cousin, do you think it might be because he trusts you?”
Jiang Yanhui, who had been silent and ignoring Dou Yu since he entered, paused in his page-turning motion. He then heard Dou Yu teasingly say, "Ah Chou, he probably trusts you and won't wrong him, which is why he dared to take responsibility! If it were anyone else, they would have been dragged out and beaten to death as a warning to others long ago. Why wait until the real culprit is found?"
Jiang Yanhui's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.
"Ah Chou!" Dou Yu's eyes lit up, and she beckoned Ah Chou from the outer room to come in and talk to her, her tone much more intimate than before, "How are you feeling?"
A Chou bowed, indicating that she was alright. She didn't dare to look at Jiang Yan Hui from beginning to end, but she could feel Jiang Yan Hui's gaze on her, and her body stiffened involuntarily.
“I’ve heard everything from Uncle Ban. It’s all thanks to you that my jade pendant was able to come back. This jade pendant isn’t anything rare, but it’s a keepsake left to me by my father, so I can’t lose it.”
Although Dou Yu was a pampered child from a young age, he was straightforward and innocent. He was not someone who couldn't distinguish right from wrong. He was genuinely grateful to A Chou for risking punishment to return his jade pendant.
He could have easily shirked responsibility and thrown it away carelessly. The Prince's mansion was so big; even searching high and low wouldn't guarantee finding such a small jade pendant. But Ah Chou didn't; instead, she returned it to him intact.
Ah Chou smiled slightly. He thought to himself that it was fortunate that he had returned it to Dou Yu. How precious are the things left behind by deceased family members to those who are still alive?
The only thing he owned that truly belonged to him, the only thing that could prove his identity, was that wooden plaque engraved with ancient script.
Ah Chou couldn't help but recall that dream that brought him both warmth and sorrow. When would he be able to find his family, or were they still alive in this world?
The innocent boy wore his heart on his sleeve, revealing every joy and sorrow in his eyes.
Jiang Yanhui hadn't touched the book that Ah Chou had been sitting on since Ah Chou came in. She rested her chin on her hand, seemingly listening to Dou Yu's words with a bored expression, but in fact, her scrutinizing gaze never left Ah Chou's face.
After finally getting to the point, Dou Yu let out a relieved sigh, winked playfully at Ah Chou, and said with a hint of complaint, "You have no idea how pent-up I've been lately. I don't know many people in Lingzhou, and I have no one to talk to."
To Dou Yu's surprise, although A Chou was mute, he would always respond appropriately when talking to him and would also make various expressions such as worry and joy according to his emotions, so he didn't find it boring at all.
Dou Yu, who was trying to lighten the mood, left, leaving only Jiang Yanhui and A Chou in the room.
The room, though large, felt unusually small at that moment, so small that you could hear the rustling of the other person's clothes.
After a few days, Ah Chou had lost a lot of weight. The soft flesh that had been painstakingly built up on her cheeks had disappeared, and she looked as thin as a little lamb that was about to starve to death.
"Although Xiao Le, whom you protected, is not a thief, he failed to report the incident to Uncle Ban immediately after it occurred. He has been fined three months' wages as a minor punishment to serve as a warning."
Jiang Yanhui was looking forward to seeing what kind of interesting reaction Ah Chou would make on her lively face, but to her surprise, Ah Chou simply bowed and thanked her without any interest, then obediently stood aside without any further expression.
However, Jiang Yanhui didn't take it to heart. She turned to the side, took out a wooden box from a cabinet, and patted the edge of the soft couch. "Sit here."
Ah Chou was taken aback, then slowly and tentatively walked over, carefully observing Jiang Yan Hui's expression before obediently sitting down next to the couch.
The wooden box was opened, revealing a white jade hairpin carved with auspicious cloud patterns. A smooth, round white pearl dangled from beneath the cloud, swaying gracefully as the wearer moved, making it very lively and beautiful.
"Don't move." Jiang Yanhui stopped A Chou from dodging, took out a hairpin and inserted it into his tied-up hair, and said with satisfaction, "Wear it."
Ah Chou's taut back relaxed, and he got a quick look at the shadow on the ground.
Little did he know that the glimpse of his fair nape when he lowered his head caused Jiang Yan Hui's eyes to darken. Behind his thin ear, two tiny red moles, each the size of a pinprick, stood side by side, making his skin appear even whiter.
My tongue brushed against my sharp canine teeth, and my heart felt a ticklish sensation.
Jiang Yanhui never restrained her desires; she would go after whatever she wanted and always kept the initiative in her hands.
She embraced Ah Chou from behind in a forceful, enveloping manner, resting her chin affectionately on Ah Chou's shoulder. With just a slight turn of their heads, either of them could brush their lips against the other's cheek.
Jiang Yanhui wrapped his left arm around A Chou's slender waist with a domineering gesture, while his right hand roughly rubbed his side. His hot breath as he spoke brushed against A Chou's sensitive earlobe.
She said, "You've lost weight."
Even with incense burning inside, Ah Chou could still smell Jiang Yan Hui's unique scent. The two mixed together and inhaled into his nostrils, making his heart feel dry.
Just as Ah Chou was about to succumb to the gentle caresses, she remembered something, and her mind suddenly cleared. A belated sense of fear surged up and overwhelmed her restlessness.
The person behind him was a member of the imperial family, the powerful King of Jiangbei, who held immense authority and influence, not someone he could even dream of touching.
As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, Ah Chou felt that he had never been calmer than he was now, so calm that he felt a little resentful.
Jiang Yanhui played with Ah Chou's fingers and asked, "Was the person kneeling outside the door that day your friend?"
Ah Chou thought carefully for a moment and nodded.
“A person who only knows how to run away from problems is not suitable to serve by the master’s side. He can’t stay in the hospital anymore. Where do you think we should arrange for him to go?” Jiang Yanhui said slowly.
The transfer of household servants was not something Jiang Yan Hui needed to concern herself with. However, the unusual relationship between Xiao Le and A Chou made Jiang Yan Hui want to see how A Chou would react.
As expected, the obedient person reacted strongly, suddenly turning his face to the side, his soft lips brushing against Jiang Yanhui's cheek.
For a moment, I didn't know whether to be anxious about Xiao Le's situation or shocked by the accident.
Jiang Yanhui, pleased with her successful little scheme, curled the corners of her lips and said, feigning ignorance, "Let him go back to where he came from."
Xiao Le had already fallen out with the other four roommates when she left, and she was afraid that going back would make things difficult for her.
Ah Chou shook his head repeatedly.
Jiang Yanhui paused in her pinching of his fingers. When she wanted to get something, Jiang Yanhui was exceptionally patient and coaxed him gently, "But I can't think of any other place where we need more manpower."
Ah Chou was unaware of what was happening in different parts of the Prince's mansion, and could only hope that Jiang Yanhui would remember the missing places. As long as Xiao Le wasn't sent back, any place would be fine.
Ah Chou's eyes are beautiful, clean and clear without any impurities. Her joy is joy, and her sorrow is sorrow. When she looks at people intently, she always evokes a feeling of pity and tenderness.
This kind of endearing quality that one is unaware of might work on others, but unfortunately it doesn't work on Jiang Yan Hui.
Who is Jiang Yanhui? She is a member of the royal family who has been pampered and enjoyed a life of luxury since childhood. She is someone who has been able to deal with the You tribe for ten years with her wisdom and talent. She is someone who stands at the pinnacle of power.
Jiang Yanhui watched with shrewdness as Ah Chou struggled and pleaded. Once she had seen enough and found it boring, she told him her already made decision: "How about letting him go to the library to look after the books?"
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Night fell over Lingzhou, and twinkling lights appeared. The sky was covered with a deep, grayish-blue, foreshadowing the coming spring rain.
The candle swayed and danced with the wind blowing in through the window cracks, constantly lengthening and shortening its shadow on the ground, occasionally making a loud popping sound that startled Ah Chou, who was making the bed.
Jiang Yanhui, leaning back on the soft couch, resembled a lazy wild beast, her sharp eyes following her prey—a delightful appetizer before a grand feast.
Before he could even straighten up after the bed was made, a push came from behind, and Ah Chou fell into the soft, thick brocade quilt with a thud. The hot body covering him pressed against his back, and the intoxicating fragrance once again invaded every pore of his skin.
As Chou subconsciously struggled to get up, she silently stopped when she heard Jiang Yan's breathing close to her ear. She suppressed her panic and clenched the brocade quilt under her hand.
Ah Chou clearly understood that this would happen sooner or later.
Just a few days ago, Ah Chou harbored budding affection and expectations, but now all that remains is fear of Jiang Yanhui's decisive life-or-death approach.
When doing the most intimate things, one can naturally detect anything unusual about the other person immediately. Every tremor in Ah Chou's body betrayed the calm he had painstakingly maintained, revealing his ability to see through things at a glance.
Jiang Yan didn't want to think about why Ah Chou had suddenly become docile. The most important thing for a beautiful and pleasing vase is to maintain its beauty and please its owner. Obedience is a bonus for it.
Jiang Yanhui was very satisfied with Ah Chou now, satisfied with his body that had opened up to her, satisfied with his arms that were trembling as he clung to her neck, satisfied with the tears that streamed down his reddened eyes...
Floating and sinking, a small boat struggles to move forward on the waves, being swept into the seabed time and time again, only to rise to the surface again and again, in an endless cycle.
Until the sea, in a moment of great mercy, calmed down.
The pattering rain pattered against the eaves, and outside the window was a gray, misty rain curtain, making it impossible to tell the time of day.
Stepping onto the soft carpet, Jiang Yanhui tossed her long hair that hung down her back. Her beautifully shaped back, apart from the scars left from marching and fighting, had a few faint red marks, as if it had been scratched by something.
Noticing the gaze, Jiang Yan turned her head to look at the bed, pulled up the outer robe hanging from her arm, and casually fastened a button at her waist.
"woke up?"
Inside the bed, which was shrouded in layers of gauze curtains, Ah Chou's face was mostly covered by the quilt, with only his eyes and his fluffy head showing. Upon hearing this, he pretended to be asleep, burying his head in the sand.
"Uncle Ban will bring breakfast later..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ah Chou suddenly sat up. The brocade quilt slipped down to his waist, revealing his skin covered with various marks like a canvas. Overnight, some of the marks had turned blue or purple.
Jiang Yan frowned, rarely seeing any confusion on her face.
The night was already dark, and Ah Chou, being obedient, stubbornly refused to open the curtains, making it even more difficult to see anything.
The strength of a martial artist's hands is unimaginable, and Jiang Yanhui, who has been fighting on horseback for a long time, has an exceptional grip. When he was aroused, his slight loss of control left a horrifying mark on A Chou's body.
She had a general idea that there would be traces, but she didn't expect it to be this serious.
Jiang Yan looked away. "I'll have Physician Zhang take a look later."
Immersed in the fear of being discovered by Uncle Ban, Ah-shi lowered her head and looked down. The blush on her face instantly spread to her neck, and her earlobes were so bright red that they seemed to drip blood.
She got up to get the clothes from the rack, and noticed Jiang Yan was looking at her. She pulled the blanket over her lower body, stood up with her weak legs, and looked back with a hint of resentment.
Jiang Yanhui ignored A Chou's request, leaned back on the soft couch, poured herself a glass of cold water to moisten her lips, and watched how the embarrassed person would choose.
This reminded Ah Chou of the madness he felt last night when Jiang Yan Hui dominated him. It seemed that no matter when or what the environment, Jiang Yan Hui could always suppress everything with ease.
I've seen everything I wanted to see, and touched every single spot. Since that's how it is... Ah Chou gritted her teeth, put down the brocade quilt, and quickly pulled off her clothes to wrap herself up completely.
A rascal's whistle made Ah Chou so ashamed he wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground. Jiang Yan Hui, having eaten and drunk his fill, exuded a roguish charm.
Jiang Yanhui, who had spent her youth in the military, had heard and said all sorts of nonsense. However, as she grew older and gained more status, she could no longer speak so recklessly and irresponsibly, but that did not mean she had completely changed.
Ah Chou quickly dressed, rubbed her messy hair back and forth, casually tidied it up with her hands, and grabbed a hairband to roughly tie it up.
With the marks on her body concealed beneath her clothes, Ah Chou breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Jiang Yan Hui, who was only wearing a loose outer robe, Ah Chou felt that her unhurried attitude made her seem like she was making a mountain out of a molehill.
Uncle Ban brought in his servants to deliver breakfast, and Ah Chou stood obediently to the side, as if he had only been guarding the outer room all night.
The breakfast was very plentiful, and it also included a medicinal dish to nourish the body.
As Ah Chou stared curiously at the unfamiliar dishes, Uncle Ban, who was passing by, glanced at him indifferently and left Ah Chou with a nonchalant remark that left Ah Chou puzzled and feeling his face burning.
Uncle Ban said, "You don't need to work today. Go back and get some rest."
Ah Chou thought he was safe by covering up the marks on his body, but little did he know that his swollen eyes and chapped lips were obvious signs to experienced people.
After enduring the agonizing wait of serving breakfast, Ah Chou, blushing and red-faced, fled as if trying to escape, the rain and wind unable to cool the scalding temperature.
Anyone who gets fed like a child in front of so many people would probably be no better off than Ah Chou.
The medicinal soup he had been drinking warmed him up, and he ate all sorts of pastries until his belly was round and full, but... Ah Chou covered his face, not knowing how he would face Uncle Ban in the future.
When Ah Chou first entered the Prince's Mansion, he was covered in wounds and knew nothing. It was Uncle Ban who treated his wounds and taught him step by step how to adapt to the rules of the mansion.
For Ah Chou, Uncle Ban was not only the steward of the Wangfu servants, but also a respected elder.
Jiang Yanhui was unaware of Ah Chou's inner struggle. She was content with the pleasure of feeding him and was thinking about calling him over for lunch.
It has so little flesh on its body, it's all bones when you hug it, it needs to be fattened up again.
Uncle Ban noticed Wang Zun's pleasant mood and took the opportunity to ask, "Wang Zun, shall we reply to the letter?"
“No need.” Jiang Yan tapped the table rhythmically with her fingers, looking at the grass that had already sprouted in the yard. “I’m going back to the capital for the New Year this winter, so you and Aunt Pan will take care of most of the things inside and outside the mansion.”
Uncle Ban paused for a moment before replying, "Yes."
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