At the Chengen Marquis Residence, the night was quiet and serene.
Today, the eldest young lady of the Marquis Residence, Su Huajin, and her husband had returned to visit her parents and were staying overnight. The husband was the Heir of Prince Ding. Born of noble blood and possessing a cold, stern disposition, he inspired awe and trepidation in others. The servants trembled with fear, not daring to be the least bit negligent, terrified of disturbing the noble guest.
Yet, no one knew that while the eldest young lady was in the main courtyard chatting with the Madame, inside the room of that very husband—who was rumored to be deeply devoted to his wife and had vowed never to take concubines—the bed curtains were swirling, and breaths were ragged…
The curves beneath his palms, so different from what he was accustomed to, pushed Zhao Xuanzhen’s usually cold and stern expression to the brink of collapse. His eyes flushed red, and his breath turned fierce.
In their two years of marriage, this was the first time malice surged within him in the bedchamber, and his strength was a few degrees heavier than before…
It was not until the force in his hands spiraled out of control and he heard an unfamiliar, soft moan that Zhao Xuanzhen sensed something was amiss. Suddenly snapping his eyes open, he finally saw clearly that the person beneath him, whose face was flushed like rosy clouds and whose eyes were filled with spring water, was actually the concubine-born daughter of the Chengen Marquis Residence who had not been brought back to the family for very long, Su Wantang.
He had seen this woman before. She was timid yet alluring, and when she looked at people, her eyes seemed to have hooks in them—a blatant display of restlessness!
She was the exact type he detested the most!
During their few previous encounters, Zhao Xuanzhen had never deigned to look her in the eye. Yet at this moment, he was pressing her down upon the couch…
Zhao Xuanzhen stood up abruptly, stumbling back a few steps. He shook his head violently to force down the dizziness in his mind, grinding his teeth: “Why are you here?”
But the instant the question left his mouth, he already realized that his wife, who could no longer conceive after a miscarriage, had actually done such an absurd thing: she wanted the concubine-born daughter of the Marquis Residence to bear a child for her, even going so far as to personally pour him the aphrodisiac wine…
The effects of the aphrodisiac wine were ferocious, making his entire body scorching hot and his mind dizzy, but Zhao Xuanzhen still gritted his teeth and stepped back: “Get out!”
On the bed, Su Wantang’s fair face was flushed with wine-like color. She propped herself up, and the collar that had just been torn into disarray slid down, revealing half of her lustrous shoulder and collarbone. Her dark hair cascaded down like a begonia waking in spring, exquisitely beautiful and dripping with charm.
Seeing Zhao Xuanzhen’s fierce, red-eyed appearance, a flash of amusement flickered in the depths of Su Wantang’s eyes, but her face showed panic and timid vulnerability. She bit her lip and called out to him: “Heir…”
Hearing this voice that seemed to possess hooks, Zhao Xuanzhen’s brow twitched violently as he spoke in a dark, sullen tone: “Get the hell out!”
Even as he berated her, Zhao Xuanzhen turned toward the table, wanting to drink some tea to clear his head, but the moment he moved, he was nearly tripped by a stool.
A touch of mockery flashed in Su Wantang’s eyes, but her face was entirely filled with concern. She hurriedly got up and rushed over to support him: “Be careful, Heir.”
A fragrant scent assailed him. Remembering that he had just been entangled and intimate with her, Zhao Xuanzhen gritted his teeth and shoved her away: “Scram!”
“Ah.”
Su Wantang was pushed to the ground, her dress falling into disarray.
Zhao Xuanzhen’s brow twitched violently. Then, he saw Su Wantang on the floor looking back at him, on the verge of tears: “Why must the Heir treat me like this? I also have my own difficulties…”
Trembling, she propped herself up, her eyes red as she wept, looking utterly pitiful.
Su Wantang naturally knew what kind of appearance would captivate a soul the most. She also desperately wanted to know just how long this Heir—who was famously devoted to his wife and kept himself pure—could actually hold out.
Tsk…
On the other side, hearing Su Wantang’s aggrieved and pitiful accusation, Zhao Xuanzhen realized somewhat belatedly that, indeed, she was merely a low and humble concubine-born daughter. This method had been proposed by Huajin, so Su Wantang might not have been willing either.
Realizing that he had been too brutal just now, Zhao Xuanzhen shook his head. Seeing her sitting there looking so miserable, he finally reached out a hand, intending to pull her up: “Second Young Lady, rise first…”
Su Wantang looked as if she were about to cry. She stood up tremblingly, but with a stumble of her feet, she crashed directly into his embrace.
Warm, fragrant jade, an intoxicating scent. The tactile sensation in his arms instantly caused Zhao Xuanzhen’s throat to tighten. He immediately gritted his teeth and shoved her away: “Stay away from me!”
While Su Wantang trembled and shrank into a corner, clumsily adjusting her dress, Zhao Xuanzhen walked to the door and yanked it hard. With a loud clatter, the door turned out to be locked from the outside.
Then came the trembling voice of Su Huajin’s personal maidservant.
“H-Heir… The Heir’s Consort said… said that if you truly are unwilling, there is ice water in the adjacent bathchamber, and the antidote is right beside it…”
Zhao Xuanzhen’s fury surged upward, wishing he could kick the door open. But considering this was his wife’s parental home and not wishing to alarm others, he forcefully suppressed the burning fire inside him and walked toward the adjacent room… Just as he took a step, the dizziness in his head made him sway, nearly knocking over the table.
Su Wantang seemed to have learned her limits. She did not dare to deliberately provoke him further and only approached cautiously: “I will support you over.”
Zhao Xuanzhen gave a deep grunt of assent, not forgetting to warn her: “Behave yourself.”
With a face full of panic, Su Wantang agreed, but just as she stepped forward, she seamlessly tripped him. Zhao Xuanzhen stumbled, slamming her against the wall. Suddenly, his arms were full of her, and he only felt that the fragrant softness relieved a large half of his unbearable torment.
Her slender and exquisite body was pinned against the wall by him. Su Wantang looked on the verge of tears, trying to push him away: “It hurts.”
Her struggling hands pressed against his chest, and her moving legs restlessly rubbed past him. Zhao Xuanzhen closed his eyes, his prominent Adam’s apple rolling violently as he gritted his teeth: “Don’t move around…”
Forcing down the urge to crush that exquisite body into his embrace, Zhao Xuanzhen stumbled to the edge of the bath. Seeing the cold water in the pool, he immediately stepped forward, but right at that moment, his foot caught on something, and he fell entirely into the pool.
Beside him, Su Wantang cried out in alarm, pulling his hand as she fell into the water with him, crashing directly into his chest. By the time the two struggled up to the surface, Zhao Xuanzhen’s collar was wide open, one hand encircling her slender waist, while her full, soft breasts pressed tightly against his front.
Su Wantang pressed closely against his chest, her wet, long hair meandering from her fair, slender neck down into her loosened camisole…
In a state of utter panic, she struggled to climb out, but her foot accidentally stepped right between his thighs. Zhao Xuanzhen let out a muffled groan and subconsciously reached out to pin her down: “Don’t move around…”
But the hand he pressed down with pulled down her already loose camisole. Su Wantang gave a cry of surprise, crossing her arms as she shrank into the water and leaned against his chest. Yet, the image of those snow-white breasts springing free remained before Zhao Xuanzhen’s eyes… The sensation of their bodies pressed tightly together made him feel as though his entire being was being dried up by a burning fire, his Adam’s apple rolling violently.
To make matters worse, this restless creature was still struggling in panic, her feet recklessly treading below. Zhao Xuanzhen let out a muffled groan from being stepped on. Subconsciously catching her calf, he saw Su Wantang tremblingly look up at him, biting her lip with tears in her eyes: “Heir…”
Zhao Xuanzhen’s arm stiffened. Closing his eyes… he pulled her forcefully into his embrace.
The sensation of the exquisite softness pressed tightly against him made him nearly sigh with relief, and the last shackle in the depths of his heart snapped instantly.
That was right. The Prince Ding Residence could not be left without an heir. If it wasn’t her, it would be someone else; he had to leave descendants eventually.
Huajin was right. Instead of marrying a side consort into the estate to stand between the two of them, it was better to let someone give birth to a child and raise it by Huajin’s side. In the future, he and Huajin would still respect each other as husband and wife…
Although the concubine-born daughter in his arms aroused his dislike, she was truly beautiful. Zhao Xuanzhen’s Adam’s apple rolled, and in the next instant, amid a splash of water, he lifted her up in his arms and stood up.
Her fair, smooth calves fearfully wrapped around his waist in a wanton, sensual display. Zhao Xuanzhen closed his eyes. Using the brief moment of clarity brought by the cold water, he carried Su Wantang in his arms to the side of the bed… In the next instant, the bed curtains fell, concealing the intense passion within.
Zhao Xuanzhen was harboring a belly full of fury, and his movements could only be described as fierce. Su Wantang pleaded in a trembling voice, but the more she shrank back in alluring hesitation, the more the malice in Zhao Xuanzhen’s heart surged.
Didn’t she want to climb into his bed? Then he would teach her to know that a man’s bed was not so easily climbed!
The night was quiet, and the room was kindled with spring… Amidst the indulgence, hearing the sound of Su Wantang’s low weeping, Zhao Xuanzhen suddenly realized his unprecedented harshness tonight.
As his mind stalled slightly, he told himself that he cherished Huajin, and in the bedchamber, he was always gentle and considerate… This concubine-born daughter was frivolous and cheapened herself, which was why he showed no pity, giving rise to so many cruel thoughts and self-taught acts that were entirely unprecedented for him…
It was absolutely not that he had lost control to such an absurd and indulgent degree; it was simply that he was unwilling to show her any tenderness…