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At this moment, the two were like beasts in the throes of passion. This shameful and indecent posture, which evoked feelings of embarrassment, was inherited from their animalistic nature before humanity appeared in this world. Although primitive, it was the most natural and the most capable of inducing pleasure. Fortunately, they were on soft grass rather than wild roses or thorns; otherwise, with such intense movements, it would have been difficult to avoid injury.
San Chun watched with curiosity, wondering when these two had become involved with each other. Could it really be that her beauty secret had transformed Thirteen?
She looked on seriously, wanting to see what Thirteen's face looked like at that moment. However, with their constant movement, it was hard to make out; all she could see were a pair of white and black backsides swaying in her line of sight. That return to primal instincts was devoid of confusion, shame, or fear; they moved like male and female animals in a desperate dance, ultimately reaching a climax accompanied by a long, drawn-out roar reminiscent of gasping for breath. Soon after, another round of passionate performance began, and it was unclear where they found such energy for this endless display.
San Chun continued to watch; perhaps she had felt shy at first, but as time went on, her eyes widened more and more, her gaze becoming infatuated and focused, as if she wanted to learn something from them.
Qing could no longer stand it and reached out to cover her eyes, coldly saying, "Do not look at indecency."
San Chun felt slightly embarrassed and turned her head away. She thought to herself that it seemed she admired him; in the blink of an eye, he was with Thirteen in a romantic entanglement. It appeared that a woman's sweet words were indeed not trustworthy. She considered advising Qing to learn from the experience so that he wouldn’t end up living with Zhu for three or four years without anything happening. However, seeing his sullen face made her swallow her words. She simply lowered her head to fill the water pouch and followed him back.
Today was an unknown day; as they walked back, they encountered more than one pair of wild mandarin ducks among the grass and flowers and behind the rocks. The scenes of spring made San Chun's eyes bulge with excitement as she wished to observe longer.
However, Qing's temperament was always aloof; he never cared about what others did. Even if a couple displayed their affection right in front of him, he could pass by without blinking an eye. The outcome was always that the couple would be so startled they lost their wits; if the man didn’t end up with lifelong impotence, he would consider himself lucky.
Upon returning to the caravan, they waited for quite some time before seeing Quail Orchid sway her hips gracefully towards them. One hand touched her hairpin while her face was flushed; her eyes sparkled with springtime vitality, resembling a Crabapple Blossom just watered by rain—exquisitely beautiful.
San Chun searched through the crowd for half of Sword Thirteen but couldn’t find him. She guessed he had likely accomplished something good and had gone off to enjoy himself.
This rest lasted a full two hours without anyone mentioning departure; Shang Family seemed to have disappeared as well—no one could find them anywhere. Some speculated that she might have gone looking for someone to compose a duet about mandarin ducks; otherwise, given her personality, how could she allow her subordinates such leisure?
Through this experience, San Chun deeply felt the openness and passionate spirit of the Dance Troupe, realizing that spring had indeed arrived... Stimulated by the floral scenery and lively atmosphere around her, she found herself dreaming once again of spring—a dream she hadn’t had in a long time.
By the riverside, a boy and a girl were entangled together, embracing each other with such fervor, kissing passionately as if they were the only two people in the world. The boy was enjoying it, eager, filled with an indescribable loneliness and impulse. The girl was so beautiful, her expression a mix of joy and fear, like a delicate yet resilient flower stretching its petals in the midst of decay and blooming passion.
After dreaming all night, she woke up the next morning to find herself holding onto Qing's little feet, surrounded by a dozen pairs of eyes watching her drool. She wished she could find a seam to crawl into; fortunately, she hadn't shouted anything strange, or she would have felt like dying.
The entire day she felt listless, unsure why she kept thinking it was **her**? But who could that boy be?
She gritted her teeth, secretly hoping this was all just a dream. If she found out who had taken advantage of her body, she would definitely chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs...
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They walked slowly along the way and finally arrived at Ying City in July.
Ying City, as expected of the ancient capital of the Chu Kingdom, was built impressively high and grand. The city walls made of massive stones reached a height of four zhang. The walls connected to the mountains, occupying a strategically advantageous position, making it easy to defend but hard to attack. Especially the ancient square towers atop the city gates looked solid and reliable; at this moment, the gates were wide open with people coming and going, bustling with activity.
The Dance Troupe, consisting of over a hundred people, received an extremely warm welcome upon entering the city; it was no exaggeration to say that the streets were empty for them. The enthusiastic crowd surged towards the convoy, some waving their hands from the roadside while others threw freshly picked flowers and fruits at the procession. Those large fruits, though sweet-smelling and delicious, could cause quite a bump if they accidentally hit someone.
Among the crowd were many young nobles eager to catch a glimpse of Shang Family. This unparalleled beauty from Shang Family sat on a palanquin carried by four people as it slowly passed through the street. This palanquin was granted by Feng Lingjun for her use in Ying City. Of course, it was limited to Ying City, as such grandeur would not be seen elsewhere. It seemed clear that her ambiguous relationship with Feng Lingjun was not mere speculation.
Today, Shang Family wore a pink Peony Smoke Veil soft gauze dress that flowed elegantly to the ground like a mist of peach blossoms surrounding her. There was indeed something sweetly delicate about her appearance. She waved her left hand slightly, greeting the crowd on the street; wherever her gaze drifted, cheers erupted from that direction.
One could feel how popular she was; even those standing in the convoy could sense the enthusiasm of the common people. Many approached, surrounding Qing and San Chun, making it difficult for them to move forward. Some even offered flowers to Qing, exclaiming in admiration: “Isn’t Shang Family’s attendant also outstanding?”
San Chun found it somewhat amusing and leaned closer to Qing's ear, saying: “Compared to this Dance Troupe, isn’t that Junhou Warrior equally impressive?”
Qing raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Have you seen the Junhou Warrior?"
San Chun shook her head, but images of the warriors from Duma Slope floated in her mind. Clad in tight-fitting attire and wielding turtle-shell shields, they truly looked impressive. However, at that time, she was more focused on their masters, especially those two masters who were simply the best of the best; just seeing them once was something she would probably never forget. She had no mind to consider whether their subordinates were handsome and valiant.
She asked Qing, "Are you really going to become a warrior?"
"Yes."
Qing nodded. Becoming a warrior was his lifelong dream, but this was only the first step. What he would do next would be something that would shake the world. The heart he had suppressed for so long was about to be released.
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