Yun Nuo smiled at Wan'er, "I knew you'd do this." Wan'er looked directly at the throne in the main hall, the Phoenix Throne, unlike the dragon throne in the imperial palace. The Phoenix Throne was adorned with noble phoenixes. Wan'er slowly walked to the throne, turned with domineering power, and sat down majestically. Her eyes were filled with an intense determination. "A year will soon be over. The Kingdom of Hundred Flowers will be the only country existing in this time and space."
Yun Nuo looked at Wan'er with deep affection and said, "Wan'er, go ahead and do it. I will protect you here." Wan'er was stunned and looked at Yun Nuo. "You won't follow me." Yun Nuo walked towards Wan'er, took her hand and kissed it lightly. "I will wait for you to come back here." Wan'er looked at Yun Nuo gently. "Okay." There were no more words, but only they knew that this was a promise.
A cold and aloof man sat atop the majestic hall. He held a painting in his hand, his beautiful phoenix eyes gazing into the distance. "Wan'er, where have you been since that day?"
(Sigh, this chapter doesn't feel very well written.)
Chapter Thirty-Four: Jin Fan Returns
Chapter Thirty-Four: Jin Fan Returns. Inside the majestic and magnificent manor, Wan'er, dressed in white, was breathtakingly beautiful. Xiao Xue nestled obediently to the side, dozing off.
"Have they not returned all this time?" Wan'er asked the man in front of her in a cold voice. The man in black was stunned for a moment and said, "Reporting to the master, that is indeed the case. I thought that Zi Yi and the others were just returning a little late. But when I released the recall fireworks, there was no response."
Wan'er's captivating phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. "Hmph, taking someone away right under my nose? You underestimate me." Her delicate hands clenched tightly. With a slight wave, the man in black acknowledged the order and withdrew. A ruthless glint flashed in Wan'er's eyes. "It seems we'll have to settle our old and new scores together."
"You're all incompetent, more capable than capable," a deep, furious voice rang out, adding an incongruous touch to the dark room. A man dressed in fine Jinling silk, clearly of the highest quality, and appearing to be elderly, glared fiercely at the two lowly servants beside him.
A pair of rough, old hands gently twirled the dragon ball in their hands. Upon hearing this, the two men knelt down with a thud. "Master, spare us! We did indeed bring back everyone from that carriage!" A murderous glint flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. "Then, what about the princess?"
The two men trembled upon hearing this, speechless. The middle-aged man angrily said, "What use are you to me? Men, take them out and deal with them." The two men froze, unable to utter a word of protest. They were dragged away.
The gurgling sounds inside the room stopped abruptly. "Hmph, I never expected Bing Haiyixuan to still be alive. He's in my hands, let's see what you can do against me."
Inside the Hundred Flowers Manor, Wan'er, dressed in men's clothing, had her long black hair tied up with a white-gold ribbon. Her captivating phoenix eyes were filled with coldness, while the butterfly-shaped hairpins beneath them were alluring. Her high, straight nose and seductive cherry lips were perfectly proportioned. Dressed in simple white robes, she exuded a regal aura—truly a bewitchingly handsome man.
Jin Fan had barely stepped into the room, eager to see the person he had been longing for day and night, when he unexpectedly bumped into her dressed as a man, looking unbelievably handsome. He immediately asked unhappily, "Where are you going?"
Wan'er was still admiring her own stunning good looks in the mirror when a plaintive voice veiled her captivating phoenix eyes.
Before Jin Fan could react, Wu turned around and ran into his arms. "Husband, you're finally back."
Jin Fan chuckled, his eyes full of doting affection, and pulled Wan'er closer, saying, "My wife, I'm back." Wan'er protested, "Do you know how much I missed you?" (Uh, missed you? You've been cheating on me with several men behind my back.) Jin Fan gently wiped away the tears on Wan'er's face, saying, "I missed you just as much."
Upon hearing this, Wan'er pouted her cherry lips, "Then how will my husband repay my longing for you?" Jin Fan's alluring thin lips curved into a smile, "It's been said that my wife likes handsome men, so I'll give you another husband." Wan'er was stunned, then lifted her face from Jin Fan's chest, "Jin Fan." Jin Fan smiled faintly and hugged Wan'er even tighter, "As long as you have me in your heart, that's enough." Wan'er was so moved that she didn't know what to do, and the tears she had stopped flowing welled up again.
Her jade-like hand gently caressed Jin Fanshengxian's handsome face. "In Wan'er's heart, you will always be there. This is my mark." Then, a faint light flashed, and a noble peony appeared under Jin Fanshengxian's beautiful right eye.
Jin Fan stroked his handsome face with his long, slender hand and smiled, a smile of pure happiness. Then he frowned and looked at Wan'er, "Where are you going, wife and daughter dressed as men?" Wan'er smiled mischievously, whispering in Jin Fan's ear for a moment. Jin Fan's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, a glint of focus flashing in his eyes, and an alluring smile curved his lips. It was as if his cunning side had been activated. (Ah, oh no, the gentle and ethereal Jin Fan has been corrupted by Wan'er.)
Chapter Thirty-Five: The Mysterious Courtesan
Chapter Thirty-Five: The Mysterious Courtesan Zi Ye. Within the country, prosperity remained unchanged. However, two handsome men in white robes in the distance attracted considerable attention, eliciting screams from countless beautiful women.
Wan'er rolled her eyes speechlessly as she walked down the street, then looked at Jin Fan and whispered, "Bringing you out was a mistake." Jin Fan smiled mischievously and said aggrievedly, "Does my wife have the heart to abandon Jin Fan?" Wan'er was speechless for a moment, "Hmph, I should have hidden you away." Jin Fan felt a warmth in his heart upon hearing this, and looked at Wan'er with doting affection without saying a word.
Wan'er grasped Jin Fan's hand with her slender jade-like hand, her delicate eyebrows arching slightly. "I suddenly think there's a place that looks really fun." Jin Fan looked at Wan'er curiously. "Where would you like to go, my wife?" Wan'er smiled mischievously. "The brothel of ten thousand flowers." Jin Fan's handsome brows furrowed tightly, then relaxed. "If my wife wants to go, then I'll go too," Wan'er said with a gentle smile. The two walked past each other amidst the woman's exclamations and the exchange of glances.
Atop a towering tree in the distance stood a man in blue robes, his face androgynous, his eyes a different color, his long, black hair cascading down his back. He was utterly captivating. At that moment, he gazed at Wan'er and Jin Fan's retreating figures, drawing a finely crafted sword from his waist. His thin lips parted slightly, and he extended his smooth, jade-like tongue to lightly lick the blade, a thin line of blood slowly trickling from it. His eyes were filled with cold indifference.
Night fell quickly. People came and went in front of the Wan Hua Lou, all of them high-ranking officials and nobles.
Two incredibly handsome men in white robes stopped in front of the Wan Hua Lou. Wan'er stepped forward and smiled faintly, captivating everyone. "Mother, what's there to see today?"
The madam paused, then put on her signature smile, her face, covered in makeup, making her look like a clown. "Is this young master's first time visiting our brothel? But you've certainly got the perfect opportunity today."
Wan'er raised an eyebrow and asked, "Oh? What a coincidence!" The madam burst into laughter, "Today is the day our top courtesan of Wan Hua Lou is performing."
Wan'er smiled faintly, reached out and placed a few coins into the madam's hand. "Then I'll trouble you, Madam, to prepare a fine private room for us." The madam's eyes lit up at the sight of the gold. "Very well, gentlemen, please follow me."
Wan'er and Jin Fan followed the madam into the first-class private room. Upon entering, Wan'er couldn't help but purse her alluring cherry lips. Jin Fan, seeing this, was quite helpless. He pulled Wan'er onto his lap and said indulgently, "You can't blame anyone else for this." Wan'er pouted, "How would I know? The environment here is just so-so." (That's because you're incredibly wealthy; this room is top-class for you.) Jin Fan sighed, "You..."
Wan'er chuckled softly, walked to the window, and looked down. In the center of the hall stood a small platform, its base filled with people. Every single one of them was a high-ranking official, powerful and influential. Wan'er's lips curled into a smile; this woman must be incredibly beautiful and extraordinary.
(Ah, this is even better with less oil, it'll be even more oily.)
Chapter Thirty-Six: What Makes a Beauty?
Chapter Thirty-Six: What Makes a Beauty? Wan'er's lips curled up; it seemed this woman must be a beauty that could topple kingdoms.
On the high platform, the madam, beaming, looked at the crowd below and nodded with satisfaction. "Ladies and gentlemen, quiet down. Today is a joyous day for our Wan Hua Lou, as our top courtesan is auctioning off her virginity." Her words caused a stir among the crowd, everyone's face beaming with delight. Some were even whispering in their servants' ears, telling them to go back and fetch the silver notes.
"This courtesan is no ordinary woman." Jin Fan had somehow appeared behind Wan'er. A glint flashed in Wan'er's eyes. "Tonight hasn't been peaceful." Jin Fan smiled gently, embracing Wan'er from behind. "What's meant to happen will happen."
The madam on the high platform was very satisfied with the effect. She cleared her throat and announced loudly, "Then, please welcome our top courtesan, Miss Qing'er." As soon as the madam finished speaking, the surroundings darkened, and a murmur rippled through the crowd below. Just as some dignitaries were about to reprimand her, a melodious zither tune rang out.
Suddenly, the high platform lit up, and white sand formed a square that slowly descended, revealing a woman in flowing yellow robes. She was bathed in the Huaqing Pool in the spring chill, the hot spring waters smoothing her delicate skin. She was exquisitely beautiful, her complexion radiant; truly a stunning beauty. Her voluptuous figure was gracefully accentuated by her yellow dress. A small mouth held a blood-red rose—a seemingly incongruous combination, yet perfectly harmonious on her.
The woman held a zither in her left hand and pulled a white silk ribbon in her right, which slowly fell with the white sand and disappeared into the surrounding sand. The melodious zither music started again, causing the restless crowd below to close their eyes and listen carefully.
Upstairs, Wan'er's captivating phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and her alluring cherry lips curved into a smile, causing Jin Fan to be completely bewitched by her.
The music stopped, and cheers erupted from the audience. A layer of white sand slowly rose, revealing the woman and eliciting gasps from the crowd. The madam, beaming, walked onto the stage. "Ladies and gentlemen," she said, "Qing'er is the crown jewel of my brothel! Let's see which of you ladies will spend the night with her tonight."
Qing'er glanced indifferently at the audience, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes. "To spend the night with Qing'er, you must solve Qing'er's three questions." Qing'er looked around, not even glancing at the madam's anxious expression, and said calmly, "The first question: What is a beautiful woman?"
Wan'er raised a single eyebrow, looking at Jin Fan with a playful glint in her eyes. "A true beauty should have the appearance of a flower, the voice of a bird, the spirit of the moon, the bones of jade, the skin of ice and snow, the grace of autumn water, and the heart of poetry." Upon hearing this, Jin Fan flew into a rage, lowering his voice, "How dare you describe me using the methods used to describe women, my wife?"
Qing'er was slightly taken aback. "Young Master, you are absolutely right. Would you please show yourself?" Inside the room, Wan'er smiled mischievously. "This is Wan'er's favorite." Then a white shadow flashed by, and Wan'er was nowhere to be seen. Jin Fan smiled indulgently and shook his head slightly.
(Ugh, I feel so uncomfortable all over.)
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Whom Does He Hate?
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Whom Does She Hate? Wan'er smiled mischievously, "This is Wan'er's favorite." Then a white shadow flashed by, and Wan'er was nowhere to be seen. Jin Fan smiled indulgently and shook his head slightly.
In a flash, a white shadow appeared, revealing a man of unparalleled handsomeness. Flowing silk robes loosely tied back his long, dark hair, and beneath his willow-leaf eyebrows were a pair of captivating phoenix eyes, their unintentional glint threatening to deter anyone from underestimating him. The butterfly-shaped mark beneath his right eye seemed unreal. Below his high, straight nose were alluring cherry lips. What a dreamlike, unrealistically beautiful man! Qing'er was stunned, and everyone present was stunned.
Wan'er looked at Qing'er with amusement and said lightly, "Has Miss Qing'er answered the second question?" Qing'er was slightly taken aback, and her face immediately turned red. She lowered her head shyly and said in a low voice, "The second question is, please compose a poem for Qing'er, young master."
Wan'er's cherry lips curved into a smile as she recited, "A beauty rolls up the beaded curtain, sitting deep within, her brows furrowed. Only tear stains are seen, but who knows whom she hates in her heart?" (I'm truly sorry, Brother Li Bai. Please forgive Xiao Bing's rudeness.)
The audience was completely silent. The madam, on the other hand, couldn't stop smiling. After all, she was a courtesan herself, and after so many years in the business, how could she not know that the man before her was a wealthy man? She was really set for life this time.
Qing'er, blushing with shyness, suddenly raised her head. She stared blankly at Wan'er, her eyes filled with tears. "Tonight, Qing'er will be yours, young master." Without saying another word, she turned and walked towards her bedroom.
A glint flashed in Wan'er's eyes. She turned to look at Jin Fan, gave him a reassuring look, and followed Qing'er into the bedroom.
Wan'er walked calmly to the table, poured herself a cup of tea, and sat down without even glancing at Qing'er. "I'm quite curious about this third question." Qing'er didn't answer, and Wan'er didn't ask either.
After a long silence, Qing'er spoke calmly, "There is no third question, but if you insist on knowing the third question, then it is how you are in bed." Wan'er spat out the mouthful of tea she had just drunk, and said with an embarrassed look, "I am really not good in bed."
Qing'er slowly walked towards Wan'er. "Excuse." Wan'er glanced at her indifferently, a fierce glint in her eyes. Qing'er walked behind Wan'er, and a knife appeared in her small hand hidden behind her back. She quickly stabbed at Wan'er.
Wan'er turned around quickly, pinched the blade between two fingers, and with a slight force, the blade broke. With her other hand, she gently pulled Qing'er into her arms. "Do you regret it?" Qing'er opened her eyes wide. Why did she feel so safe and dependent on him? She didn't feel that way when she was in his arms. "No regrets, because of love."
Wan'er picked up Qing'er and placed her on the bed, gently covering her with the blanket. "So silly." Then she pressed Qing'er's pressure point to put her to sleep. A cold glint flashed in Wan'er's eyes, and she quickly turned to find Jin Fan.
Inside, Jin Fan looked worriedly at the tightly closed door, then sighed. A tremor ran through the window.
Jin Fan glanced warily at the window. A figure in green flashed by, and a long, cold hand gripped Jin Fan's jade-like neck. "I thought you would pity her, but it seems the man beside you is enjoying her favor. Oh well, that man will die sooner or later anyway." Jin Fan was taken aback and looked at the man.
A captivating face that defied masculinity, eyes of different colors, and long, flowing black hair. Her blue robes complemented her perfectly.
A cold glint flashed in Jin Fan's eyes. "Hmph, may I ask what brings the Pavilion Master of Lonely Pavilion here?" The man sneered. "You don't know? I sent many of my men to invite the Divine Physician. But the Divine Physician was very uncooperative, so I, the Pavilion Master, had to make the trip myself."
Jin Fan's alluring thin lips curved into a smile. "Even you miscalculate sometimes." The man frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Jin Fan!" Wan'er's anxious voice rang out. The man froze upon hearing Wan'er's voice, slowly releasing his grip on Jin Fan's hand, his eyes filled with astonishment. "Wan'er, how could Wan'er be here?" Time did not allow him to think further; in the blink of an eye, he reached the window, turned back to look at the tightly closed door, his eyes filled with deep affection, and then disappeared.
Wan'er suddenly pushed the door open and breathed a long sigh of relief when she saw Jin Fan was safe and sound. Jin Fan looked at Wan'er with a gentle smile, hugged her tightly, and said affectionately, "Without my wife's permission, Jin Fan will not leave you." Wan'er looked at Jin Fan with emotion and said domineeringly, "Even if I allow it, you can't leave me." Jin Fan smiled softly, "Okay, never to be separated." His alluring thin lips kissed Wan'er's fragrant lips, gently prying open her teeth and entwining with her delicate tongue.
(Please recommend this to your friends! Hehe)