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At the banquet, Zhong Xue had a few too many drinks and was slightly tipsy as he leisurely walked toward the Pavilion of Water and Forest.
He heard that Yan Ping had specially arranged a performance for him, and the dancer was the most beautiful Dancer from the State of Chu.
He wasn't particularly interested in the beauty, but it was rare to hear Yan Ping talk about the arrangement of this pavilion, with red gauze flowing and the warmth of spring nights, which must be quite enchanting.
Pushing open the door to the pavilion, he expected to see a unique and seductive dance. Instead, he saw a woman dressed in light pink standing there, gracefully moving her body. Through the hazy pink gauze, there was an added layer of mystery and ambiguity. He could vaguely see her long hair, as beautiful as black silk, flowing freely. Her face was untouched by makeup, exuding a natural beauty reminiscent of "pearls resting motionless between two brows," like a budding lotus flower—elegant and ethereal yet subtly alluring, with a coolness that hinted at strength. As her ribbons danced in the air, when she turned her head back, there seemed to be a trace of faint sorrow.
That sorrow was captivating, astonishing, and beguiling. For a moment, he felt frozen in time, as if he were witnessing someone joyfully dancing by the lake during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Her smile was radiant like the stars above, her laughter bright and clear like a falling spirit that sprinkled happiness across the earth. Unfortunately, that smile was not for him; he could only watch from afar as she danced joyfully and leaped toward the figure in white before her.
In an instant, the scene shifted to the night before their parting. She came to see him in her wide-sleeved gown to dance for him and calm his heart. If he ever had the chance to leave the State of Chu in the future, he must remember how he felt watching this dance today.
There was no music or accompaniment; she danced gracefully on her own. Her movements carried a Zen-like beauty—like green bamboo or spring rain—capable of purifying one's heart. Yet at that moment, all he could think about was her soft body by the riverbank, those red lips kissing his own, her tender skin against him, and the excitement of entering her body.
He completely missed the essence of that dance until many years later when he reflected on that moment and realized how much effort he had put into it. To calm his mind and desires—if only he had truly grasped its deeper meaning at that time, perhaps he wouldn't have committed so many acts of violence later on.
And now... was this scene an illusion?
The face was very similar but expressed something entirely different. Was this what Yan Ping called a surprise? Had she found a woman who looked exactly like that person to try to confuse him into obediently following her lead?
Everyone knew he was lustful but did not realize that each night with someone new was merely an act; he didn't want others to know his weakness and could only create a façade for them to see.
As a Bastard born of a lowly palace maid, achieving his current status was no easy feat. It was built on blood and tears—time after time facing life-threatening situations and rising again after failures. He had walked over others' corpses to reach where he was now; how could it be so easy for someone to manipulate him?
He pressed his lips together and silently scoffed. Trying to capture his heart with beauty seemed rather simplistic.
Kneeling down, he heavily tapped on one of the bronze wine vessels on the table, producing a light "dong" sound.
San Chun jumped in surprise, abruptly halting her dance.
She turned her head and noticed someone sitting at the table she hadn't seen before; it was dimly lit there, making it hard to discern their appearance. But anyone bold enough to sit there must be Chengyang Jun.
She gracefully bowed and said, "This servant greets Lord Jun."
Chengyang Jun coldly said, "Forget it, let's dance and see."
For some reason, San Chun felt that his voice contained anger, especially the way he had just slammed down the wine jar, as if it had struck her heart heavily.
Was he angry? At her, or someone else?
She forced herself to calm down and began to perform the dance steps she had practiced. As she danced, she cursed inwardly about the damned outfit; with every large movement, it revealed large patches of skin, making her jade-like body appear almost translucent.
As the dance progressed, it became increasingly intense and explosive. According to her design, by the end of the dance, this outfit would inevitably tear apart, exposing her snow-white skin before him. She intended to force the man into a frenzy.
But who could have imagined that it would be her dancing? She was afraid that such an awkward scene would occur, so she could only reduce the intensity of her movements. However, this made her steps seem forced, diminishing the beauty of the performance, almost like a crab scuttling along.
"A crab has eight legs, two crabs have sixteen legs, three crabs have twenty-four legs; I am a crab and I fear no one..."
She silently recited this in her mind as her movements increasingly resembled those of a crab. As long as she wasn't being remembered by anyone and could escape this place, she didn't care about Yan Ping's grand ambitions of borrowing a hundred thousand troops to seize three cities. It would be best if he gained nothing and returned to the State of Chu to have his head chopped off.
Chengyang Jun initially watched quietly but later seemed unsure whether to be angry or amused. What exactly was the State of Chu offering—a Dancer or a female crab?
He grew somewhat irritated, drained the wine from his jar in one gulp, and then slammed it down heavily. The wine jar hit the ground with a loud crash, startling San Chun, who was dancing with all her limbs; she stumbled and nearly fell. As a result of this jolt, her gauzy garment seemed to shred like decayed rags, fluttering down like falling petals. With each layer that peeled away, her skin was revealed like tender bamboo shoots freshly peeled—juicy and fragrant.
A body as white as jade stood before him; her skin was creamy, with delicate bones, milky skin, ample breasts, a slender waist, and perfectly curved hips—she looked like a pitiful white lamb.
San Chun had never bared herself so openly in front of others before; her skin turned a light pink from humiliation as she crouched on the ground with her arms wrapped around herself, feeling bitter inside. If Qing found out about this, he would never agree to marry her—what then?
At that moment, Zhong Xue suddenly caught a faint scent—a peculiar incense that was pleasant and maddeningly familiar.
Was it him? This was his scent—the incense he had personally crafted from grinding flowers to please her. The same scent he used during their spring night by the river.
This fragrance had once captivated her soul; it was something she dreamed of touching and had buried deep in her memories. So familiar, so tempting...
He desperately wanted to touch her, to smell her skin, to know if she was indeed the person he had longed for. But damn it all—the gauzy curtain was tightly sealed; he couldn't find an entrance.
He cursed under his breath, "Which son of a bitch designed this damn curtain?" Not even a way to leave?
San Chun lifted her eyelids; he was cursing her...
Then she lowered her head again, tightly gripping the powder of Lost Soul Grass in her hands. Fortunately, she was clever and had sealed the curtain when she came in, so it would take him some time to get in.
Zhong Xue was like a headless fly outside, bumping around, his heart clawed at by a hundred cat paws. Unable to bear it any longer, he drew his Sword and slashed a few times, tearing the curtain apart and creating a hole big enough for him to slip through.
Inside, the woman crouched on the ground, looking at him with wide, terrified eyes. Her eyes, her nose, and this shocked expression—those gentle yet somewhat cunning eyes like a deer—were unmistakably reminiscent of someone from his memory, yet also somewhat unfamiliar. It looked like her nine parts out of ten; where did that last part go?
"Is it you?" he murmured as he reached out to help her up.
"Yes... yes..." Upon seeing his face clearly, San Chun stuttered. This person was actually the nobleman she had met at Horse Riding Slope; she remembered his dark and deep icy gaze. She had even saved him; had she known he was so unscrupulous, she would have let him go blind.
Zhong Xue's heart leaped with joy, thinking she had acknowledged him. He reached out to touch her cheek—the face he had imagined touching countless times in dreams. But just as his hand brushed against her face, something suddenly struck him in the face, right up his nostrils.
That thing carried a scent of fresh grass and had a sweet and cloying feeling. He inhaled just once and instantly became dazed. Before he could comprehend what was happening, he collapsed spectacularly, his head hitting the floor painfully.
Before losing consciousness, it seemed he saw a sly smile on her face and felt a foot kick him hard.
"This damned Girl," he cursed softly before sinking into deep darkness.
After kicking him, San Chun still felt unsatisfied and couldn't help but kick him again. Seeing that handsome face made her even angrier, so she aimed another kick at his face. This kick was heavy; half of his face swelled up with an imprint of her foot on it.
She gritted her teeth; Chengyang Jun was indeed lecherous—his reputation was well-deserved. How could he be so impatient?
After venting her anger, worry crept into her heart. After all, he was the Lord of Wei State—a figure who could cover the sky with one hand. If he woke up, he definitely wouldn't let her off easily.
The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. Without thinking further, she ran outside. After taking a few steps, she suddenly felt a chill on her body and remembered that her tattered clothes were hardly enough to cover herself.
Looking around, there wasn't even a piece of cloth in the room; the only thing she could wear was probably his Lord Jun attire.
She turned back and pulled off his clothes, revealing his strong arms, toned abdomen, and...
She couldn't help but click her tongue in surprise. She didn't expect Chengyang Jun to be so handsome, with well-defined muscles, a broad chest, and firm abs that made him appear even more wild and alluring.
Shaking her head to dispel her thoughts, she knew that if she had the leisure, she would take a few more glances and indulge in the temptation. But right now... it was more important to change clothes and go out. There was a waist token on his waist; she reached out to take it. Although she didn't know its purpose, having it couldn't hurt.
Outside the door stood four warriors. When they saw someone come out, they thought it was Lord Jun and followed along.
"Where is the Lord going?"
San Chun lowered her voice and called out, "Step back."
The warriors halted, their faces showing confusion.
She suppressed the urge to run wildly and walked out calmly. Once she no longer saw Lin Pavilion's shadow, she began to sprint. By this time, night had fallen, and the lights were dim. Many servants saw Lord Jun darting around like a rabbit with its tail stepped on and thought something had happened, causing chaos in the residence.
Fortunately, with that waist token in hand, she showed it to have the gate opened and easily escaped.
Earlier, she couldn't find Yan Ping anywhere in the residence and guessed he might have left with someone else already. Knowing she had caused a great mess and not daring to return to the Embassy, she headed straight for Qing.
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