Yingchun Pavilion, the largest brothel in the Xiao Kingdom.
Inside an elegant room on the second floor.
The faint aroma of tea wafted through the air, and behind the embroidered curtains, a silk screen was slightly ajar. Peering through the gap—
One could clearly see a man lying unconscious on the bed, his hands and feet tightly bound to the four corners of the bed with ropes.
The man wore a maid’s outer robe, but underneath was a plain white inner garment embroidered with a four-clawed dragon pattern. His jet-black hair cascaded like silk, his nose was high and straight, and his eyelashes were thick and long. His features were exceptionally handsome—so much so that the phrase “divinely beautiful” would not be an exaggeration. Though his eyes were closed, a crimson mole between his brows added an ethereal, captivating allure.
The flickering candlelight cast a soft glow upon him, lending an air of untouchable divinity, as if he were an immortal banished from the heavens, untouched by worldly desires.
That is, if one ignored the fact that at this very moment, a stunningly beautiful woman in a crimson gown was clumsily climbing onto him.
And those “sinful” hands of hers were already tugging at the man’s sash.
Wen Shuyu held the sash with one hand while the other trembled with excitement. Two words echoed relentlessly in her mind: “Strip him bare.”
Heaven knew how long she had waited for this day.
She, Wen Shuyu, had lived through ten reincarnations, retaining her memories each time. In all ten lifetimes, she had never seen a man as handsome as this—the Crown Prince of the dynasty, Xiao Jingchen.
In the Xiao Kingdom, spiritual power was revered above all else. Everyone cultivated spiritual power, dreaming of ascending to godhood. Yet, for some unknown reason, not a single person had achieved Ascension in the past century.
But Xiao Jingchen was different. It was said that on the day of his birth, the sky was filled with the crackling of Nine Heavens Profound Thunder, bolts of lightning clashing in the air, yet not a single one harmed him. Moreover, he was born already at the Golden Core stage.
In terms of sheer peculiarity, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the Heavenly Dao favored him, granting him special privileges as if he had pulled strings.
Due to his extraordinary talent, he was sent to the Immortal Alliance at a young age. By his teens, his cultivation had already reached heights no one could fathom. Three years ago, when he returned to the capital from the Immortal Alliance, the entire city welcomed him with reverence, the people bowing in worship. Everyone believed that His Highness the Crown Prince would undoubtedly be the first person in a century to ascend to godhood.
Not only that, but he was also known for his gentle demeanor, kind heart, and willingness to aid the distressed and relieve the suffering—like an Immortal descending to the mortal realm specifically to save the world.
It was precisely three years ago, on the day Xiao Jingchen returned to the capital.
Separated by a dense, bustling crowd, Wen Shuyu, who was reading a storybook and cracking melon seeds by the window on the second floor of a tavern, locked eyes with Xiao Jingchen as he happened to look up.
In that instant, Wen Shuyu understood the meaning of “a single glance spanning ten thousand years.”
Don’t ask why—it was simply because she had never seen anyone so handsome.
For the next three years, Wen Shuyu pursued him relentlessly, never giving up. She followed Xiao Jingchen around every day, but rumors spread that she couldn’t even earn a single glance from him.
Three years had passed, and this guy remained utterly unmoved, far too arrogant. Wen Shuyu refused to believe it was impossible.
Until today.
Finally!
She had learned from her aunt, the Empress, that Xiao Jingchen had made an error in his cultivation and, for some reason, had temporarily lost his spiritual power. Under the pretense of visiting him, she deliberately flirted to distract Xiao Jingchen and drugged the teacup they were both supposed to drink from—though she had taken the antidote beforehand.
Afterward, she disguised the unconscious Xiao Jingchen as a maid, smoothly smuggled him out of the Eastern Palace, tossed him into her family’s carriage, and in one swift motion, brought him to the brothel and tied him to the bed.
After all, no one would dare to be so brazen as to drug the Crown Prince, nor would anyone dare to dress the illustrious and dignified Crown Prince as a maid, much less dare to bind the god-like Crown Prince and take him to a brothel. Thus, the entire process went so smoothly that no one bothered to look closely.
By the time others realized the Crown Prince was missing, she would have already succeeded.
Moreover, given Xiao Jingchen’s well-known gentle and “divinely compassionate” nature—or rather, divine paternal nature—so kind-hearted that he wouldn’t even hunt a small animal during a hunt, he surely wouldn’t cause any loss of life. At most, he’d be angry for a moment before letting the matter drop.
Hah, if she couldn’t win his heart, it didn’t matter. Even if she couldn’t have him, she would at least sleep with him.
After all, she was inherently wicked, greedy for wealth and lustful.
Inside the room, as Wen Shuyu impatiently reached out and tugged forcefully, a loud rip echoed—the sound of a sash being torn apart.
At the same moment, Xiao Jingchen, who had been unconscious on the bed, opened his eyes, meeting the gaze of Wen Shuyu, who was sitting atop him and tearing at his clothes.
The air seemed to freeze in that instant.
Xiao Jingchen’s finely shaped brows and eyes relaxed slightly. First, he glanced down at his torn maid’s outer robe and the ropes binding his hands and feet.
Then, he cast a fleeting look at the brothel’s decor in the room.
Finally, his gaze returned to Wen Shuyu’s face, his eyes calm and unreadable, revealing no emotion.
“Wen Shuyu, you have overstepped your bounds this time,” he spoke softly, his voice as clear and pleasant as jade. “Untie me, get off me, and I will overlook your actions today—”
Before the word “overlook” could fully leave his lips, Wen Shuyu grabbed Xiao Jingchen’s arm and forcefully pressed her lips to his.
She wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t listen—turtle chanting scriptures.
The warm sensation on his lips struck him, and even the usually emotionless Xiao Jingchen widened his eyes in shock, as if he hadn’t expected Wen Shuyu to be so bold.
Regaining his composure, he struggled slightly against the ropes on his wrists, his gaze darkening as he fixed it on Wen Shuyu, remaining motionless and allowing her to continue.
Only when Wen Shuyu ended the kiss and released his lips did she meet his eyes with a curved, smiling gaze. “Don’t waste your energy, Crown Prince Brother. This Immortal-Binding Rope is a treasure capable of restraining someone at the Golden Core stage. Auntie the Empress said you currently have no spiritual power at all, so you definitely can’t break free.”
“Crown Prince Brother, I adore you so much. Who told you to always ignore me? I had no choice but to resort to this.”
“It can’t be helped. After three years of failing to win Crown Prince Brother’s heart, I can only settle for having Crown Prince Brother himself.”
“Who told Crown Prince Brother to be so handsome? It’s not my fault. Blame yourself for being so good-looking. With my poor character and such lustful tendencies, isn’t this just tempting me to commit a crime? I’ve merely made the mistake every woman in the world wishes to make…”
A strand of her hair brushed against Xiao Jingchen’s face. He turned his head away, his palm twitching slightly beneath his sleeve, and refused to look at her again.
Wen Shuyu didn’t care whether he looked or not. She directly removed her own outer robe and tossed it to the floor. “Since Crown Prince Brother isn’t saying anything, I’ll take that as agreement. In that case, I won’t hold back.”
Without hesitation, she reached out again, and another rip echoed—the sound of fabric tearing. This time, she tore at Xiao Jingchen’s inner robe.
Just as his skin was about to be exposed and she was on the verge of success—
Suddenly—
Four consecutive loud bangs erupted as the four Immortal-Binding Ropes on the bed shattered apart.
A powerful surge of spiritual power filled the air. Inside the room, teacups shattered, candle stands crackled and broke into pieces on the floor, and even the door panels were blasted away.
Wen Shuyu was also struck by the residual force of the spiritual power, tumbling off the bed and falling to the ground.
“You… you… you’ve regained your spiritual power?”
In a daze, Wen Shuyu saw Xiao Jingchen on the bed straighten his inner robe and walk toward her, step by step…
【Author’s Note】:
Dear readers! I’m back again with a new book! Following “Li Yuan Jun Hua” and “Gu Xi Dong Heng,” here’s another one!
This time, it’s a different vibe. Please give it lots of support—I’ll always love you all~
Heads-up: 1. Neither the male nor female lead is a traditionally “good” person. The story involves a yandere male lead’s dark transformation and forced possession. If this isn’t your cup of tea, please skip it—don’t leave negative reviews just because of this.
Try not to skip chapters while reading this book. The plot has many hidden clues, and skipping might make it hard to follow. Love you all, sending hearts and kisses!