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"Don't, don't come any closer! You... you... if you come any closer, I won't hold back!"
Suddenly, a scream echoed from the east wing. Xia Muxin straightened up, a dim flicker of firelight illuminating two figures through the window. From the papered glass, it was clear that one was a man and the other a woman. The woman held something sharp like scissors against her neck, retreating step by step, while the man, just within reach, advanced towards her with a slight sway. Even seeing her in such a state did not deter him.
"Ugh... What? Are you trying to act high and mighty with me now? With the marriage contract in place, sharing a bed is only a matter of time. Why not enjoy this special day and indulge in the pleasures of being a couple? It's just an early wedding night... ugh..."
The man staggered closer, slurring his words as he approached. Though his lewd expression was obscured, just listening to him was enough to make one feel disgusted.
Xia Muxin was momentarily speechless, even incredulous. This was Feng Liulang, who usually appeared refined like a scholar; he truly was a disgrace among gentlemen.
If she had known back in Daimiao Village, she should have let the lobster snap off his vital parts to prevent him from harming others. But she also realized that the woman inside was Zhao Qiuyue.
She had never had a good impression of the Zhao Family and didn't want to get involved in this mess. So she shot a glance at Shen Muhan. The night was dark, devoid of stars or moonlight, making it all the more eerie and sinister. However, Shen Muhan's attention had been focused on Xia Muxin all along. Thus, when she signaled him with her eyes, he understood perfectly well. With the faint candlelight casting shadows from the wing room, they both quickly concealed themselves.
"I will never submit!"
Once again, a determined female voice rang out from within the room.
"Heh... submit? Don't worry; you won't need to die. It will be your mother who dies." Feng Liulang's voice dripped with mockery as he lunged at the woman, then added playfully, "There’s nothing in this world that I, Feng Liulang, cannot have..." He paused before finishing his thought about women. His mind swirled as he shook his head; there was indeed one damned woman who had never looked at him twice—regardless of whether he was a poor scholar or now a county magistrate.
Zhao Qiuyue shifted her body just enough to evade his lunge. The scissors in her hand nearly pierced her own flesh as blood trickled down her neck. At that moment, she felt utterly desolate; she would rather die alongside her mother than live with such defilement. She believed her mother would understand.
However, this scene was clearly visible to Shen Muhan and Xia Muxin hiding outside. Shen Muhan had somehow made a hole in the window and could see everything happening inside.
Seeing Zhao Qiuyue's tear-filled eyes made Xia Muxin grit her teeth in anger. Her small fists clenched tightly; she wished she could immediately strike Feng Liulang across the face.
Suddenly, a black cloak appeared on her body, along with a mask.
"Take it easy, don't kill him," Shen Muhan said with a smile, observing her for a moment before kindly reminding her.
As a successful man, he naturally understood the unfinished words of Feng Liulang. His gaze sharpened at that moment, spontaneously allowing this little girl to have some fun with him.
Looking at her Batman-like appearance, Xia Muxin was utterly impressed by her husband. She couldn't help but give him a thumbs up for coming up with such an idea.
"Don't worry, he has no ability to resist. You can play with him however you like."
Xia Muxin's eyes sparkled as she gave Shen Muhan a big hug and planted a kiss on his cheek before saying, "Do you have any drugs that can make someone unable to get up? It would be best to have a few options."
Upon hearing this, Shen Muhan felt a chill run down his spine. Was there anyone more devious than this girl? However, he liked it. He gently brushed his finger against her nose and said, "Wait for me for a moment."
With that, he vanished from in front of Xia Muxin. But at the moment he disappeared, four shadows emerged in different directions. Xia Muxin smiled knowingly; those were Shen Muhan's people, and they were there to protect her.
After about half a tea's worth of time, Shen Muhan quietly reappeared in front of Xia Muxin, holding several bottles in his hand.
"Here, these potions are very effective. They haven't been mixed before. By the way, if Zhao Qiuyue asks about your identity, just say you are Ye Feng."
In an instant, he stuffed the bottles into Xia Muxin's palm and smiled as he reminded her.
Ye Feng...
Xia Muxin paused for a moment, a hint of confusion crossing her face as she met Shen Muhan's playful gaze.
"You’re not trying to set them up, are you?"
Shen Muhan nodded generously. "Zhao Qiuyue has a pitiful background. That Ye Feng kid keeps talking about you all day long. If I don’t find him a wife soon, I won’t feel at ease."
Well... Xia Muxin awkwardly touched her nose, unsure why Shen Muhan thought Ye Feng was interested in her. This jealousy from Jar was truly something else.
Xia Muxin had been sneaking around like a cat, but when a gust of wind blew in, she found herself slipping silently through the window into the guest room without alerting anyone. At this point, she was utterly speechless.
Watching her enter the room, Shen Muhan leaped up into a tree to wait for the show to unfold, snapping his fingers as four shadowy figures vanished into the corners.
"Who are you?"
Inside the guest room, Feng Liulang looked panic-stricken at the figure clad in black—Xia Muxin. Before he could utter a word, he fell silent, his eyes widening as he watched the approaching silhouette. His mouth moved in a flurry of words, but no sound came out. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
His feet felt as heavy as lead, rendering him immobile; in an instant, he was sobering up considerably.
Wow... The dagger was ready; she truly was his Husband, knowing exactly what she liked to play with.
Xia Muxin's hand brushed against her cloak before she pulled out a small, sharp dagger from a pocket at her side. A playful smile crept onto her lips as she traced the blade across Feng Liulang's face.
She had her own little curved knife on her, but this one was likely familiar to Feng Liulang. She was just pondering what to use to scare him.
Seeing him tremble was quite amusing; she let the tip of the knife glide down his neck until it stopped between his legs. Then, in a rough voice, she addressed the dazed Zhao Qiuyue beside them:
"Miss, do you like this thing?"
As he spoke, he tapped the hilt against Feng Liulang's groin, causing Feng Liulang to jump in shock. Suddenly, a foul smell wafted through the air; this useless fool had actually wet himself.
Shen Muhan, perched in the tree, had eyes as cold as ice. This girl was mocking another man right in front of him, and in such a sensitive area. He regretted his ridiculous actions; if he had known, he would have simply cut him down.
Zhao Qiuyue was so frightened that she couldn't utter a word, shaking her head repeatedly. The man in black was terrifying; all that was visible were his eyes, which reminded her of the ghostly figures she had heard about while wandering with her mother in desolate villages. Those terrifying legends echoed in her mind, and at this moment, she couldn't help but shiver. The scissors around her neck fell onto the nearby table with a loud clatter.
"My lord..."
The loud noise immediately attracted the patrolling guards, whose rough yet respectful voices came from outside the door.
"Let go of me, you bastard."
Xia Muxin felt a chill run down her spine. Her gaze shifted as she kicked over a nearby chair and shrieked in a high-pitched voice.
Outside the door, laughter echoed, and the footsteps gradually faded away.
With a sigh of relief, Xia Muxin suddenly kicked Feng Liulang between the legs, sending him crashing to the ground. His forehead bulged with veins, his jaw clenched tightly, and his murky eyes were filled with fear—he looked so pathetic that Xia Muxin couldn't even describe it.
"Well then, let me show you a good show."
Then Xia Muxin squatted down in front of him, forcing his jaw open with her hand and pouring several bottles Shen Muhan had given her into his mouth. Once she felt he had swallowed enough, she grabbed the teapot from the table and continued pouring until both tea and medicine were down his throat. Only then did she kindly let him go, but right before his astonished and terrified gaze, she pounced on Zhao Qiuyue and pushed her onto the bed.
"Ah... what are you doing? You..."
Zhao Qiuyue was still dazed until she was suddenly thrown onto the bed by an unseen force. She struggled to push Xia Muxin away but found herself immobilized in an instant. Her eyes widened in horror as tears of helplessness streamed down her cheeks.
With a ripping sound, her clothes were torn apart. Zhao Qiuyue screamed as Xia Muxin mimicked someone else and straddled Zhao Qiuyue's body, placing her hands on either side of her and slowly lowering her head.
On the ground, Feng Liulang suddenly felt a chill of marriage, his desires igniting uncontrollably. The tea he had consumed was laced with drugs, and fearing that Zhao Qiuyue would resist, he had prepared early. The dosage was particularly potent; listening to the sounds of torn clothing and Zhao Qiuyue's heavy breathing made his nose bleed profusely. His lower body throbbed painfully, yet another force, contrary to his burning desire, left him weak and feeling as if he wanted to die. In this torment, he slowly lost consciousness.
At that moment, Xia Muxin was leaning over Zhao Qiuyue, their eyes locked in a desperate gaze. Zhao Qiuyue's cheeks were flushed, her eyes filled with despair, yet her body was immobilized as if frozen in place. Even her tongue was restrained, leaving her unable to bite it off in a final act of defiance. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
Uh...
Seeing the girl on the verge of tears, Xia Muxin paused for a moment, wondering if she had become quite the rogue.
Moreover, she realized she had been a bit too rough; Zhao Qiuyue's chest was exposed, pale and full. It was no wonder Feng Liulang couldn't hold back. The softness and sweetness of her body would tempt any man; if one were to say she was a match for Ye Feng, it wouldn't be a loss.
Then she muttered softly, "Boring."
With that, she jumped off Zhao Qiuyue and walked toward Feng Liulang. She took a dagger and slashed it across his red-and-white face multiple times before putting the knife away and turning back to Zhao Qiuyue.
"You are already a wilted flower; I believe this scoundrel won't touch you again anytime soon."
Saying this, she began to climb out the window.
Zhao Qiuyue watched in surprise at her actions; hadn't he flown in? Why couldn't he even climb out of a window now? But then she remembered that he had saved her. She straightened her clothes and timidly asked, "May I ask your name, sir?"
At that moment, after five attempts, Xia Muxin finally managed to climb onto the windowsill and coldly replied, "Ye Feng!"
Then a gust of wind swept through, sending Xia Muxin directly into Shen Muhan's arms.
"Isn't this supposed to be fun? Why are you helping him instead?"
Shen Muhan's tone was cold as he recalled the terrifying look on her face when she had used a dagger to jab at Feng Liulang's groin. Zhaoxia Muxin stepped closer, her deep, cold eyes locking onto Xia Muxin's delicate face.
Xia Muxin's mind raced as she tried to figure out what had upset Shen Muhan earlier. After a brief pause, she smiled broadly, wrapping her arms around her neck.
"Hehe... isn't it just to make it more realistic?"
Shen Muhan furrowed his brows, his fingers lifting her chin with a hint of chill in his voice.
"Realistic? Hmm?"
His fingers lightly caressed her delicate chin, the calloused tips occasionally brushing against her soft, red lips. A jolt of electricity surged from her lips through her entire body, causing Xia Muxin to shiver. His eyes were now filled with a hungry glint, fixated on her slightly trembling lips.
With a gulp, Xia Muxin swallowed hard. Before she could push him away, he sealed her lips with his own.
He teased her tongue playfully while she tried to evade him, but he was relentless, advancing step by step. His large hand was restless, igniting sparks across her body. Xia Muxin couldn't withstand such passionate play for long and soon surrendered.
But Shen Muhan had no intention of letting her go; he deepened the kiss...
- End of Chapter -
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