High-class Spring Joy

In an instant, the terrifying lion's roar resounded even more loudly than before.

The snow beneath their feet began to tremble, as if some enormous object had suddenly moved.

A sudden, earth-shaking tremor was accompanied by a violent roar. Everyone was shocked. Before they could react, the lion's roar grew closer and closer, and in the blink of an eye, the lion had leaped right in front of them.

As expected, the moment that enormous creature appeared, everyone present was terrified and their faces changed drastically.

The lion was clearly summoned, and it leaped high into the air, its tail scattering the formation of the Crown Prince and the princes.

When the thick, long tail with golden fur came crashing down, the Crown Prince and the other princes, who were standing on the snow, had no choice but to use their lightness skills to dodge it.

The next moment, the tail slammed heavily onto the snow, shattering the ice and snow into pieces. It was clearly much more powerful than when it had shaken its tail before. Not only did it smash away the thick layer of ice and snow, but when it slammed into the ground beneath the ice and snow, it created a deep crater. If this tail had landed on a person, they would have been seriously injured, if not killed.

The lion, with its gaping maw, crimson tongue reeking of a fishy stench, and fangs covered in saliva, lunged at the crowd with its ferocious appearance, easily scattering them in all directions.

After scattering the crowd, the lion did not hesitate and jumped directly into the snowdrift.

At that moment, the enormous lion's head was blocked in the narrow snowdrift.

While the group inside the snowdrift was waiting, Chu Jingxian reacted quickly, grabbed Qinghe, and pushed her out.

"This is the first time I'm asking you to do something. Hurry up! Follow this path all the way out, keep running south! And whatever you do, don't look back."

Qinghe was completely stunned when the lion's head came down. Now that the Third Young Master had pushed her away, Qinghe finally came to her senses. But as soon as she came to her senses, she heard the Third Young Master say these words.

Qinghe was stunned for a moment. The gaping maw in her eyes was at the entrance of the snow cave, and the stench of blood filled the entire space, making people feel dizzy just by smelling it.

The orange, which was originally entangled with the banana, also became shaky and unstable due to the sudden appearance of the lion.

The banana seemed to have long been accustomed to the vibrations and appeared completely unaffected. In this situation, although the lion was unable to squeeze its massive body into the hole, its mouth was an extremely powerful attack of scent and vibration.

It still had a great impact on Chu Jingxian and Ju Zi inside, but it had no effect on the bananas inside.

Qinghe turned around and ran out immediately.

Sold into the Prime Minister's mansion as a slave for ten years, Qingyuan took on a job to produce an heir for a death row inmate in order to redeem herself.

"Miss, please read the contents of this booklet carefully. Remember the tips for serving men. I'll also take this opportunity to talk to you about the rules."

"My young master is aloof and arrogant. No matter how he reacts, you don't need to concern yourself with it. Just do your best to serve him well."

"Just spend one night with the young master and you will receive one hundred taels of silver. If you can truly bear a child for my young master, you will receive one thousand taels of gold."

"..."

After reciting a long list of rules, Granny Jiang's gaze fell on Qing Yuan in front of her.

Qingyuan was chosen by Granny Jiang from a dozen or so girls with innocent backgrounds.

Her appearance could only be described as that of a girl from a modest family, but she was delicate in the right places and had a full figure in the right places, making her look like she was good at bearing children.

Most importantly, she has a personality that allows her to go all out.

Qingyuan responded with a "yes," then looked down at the booklet in her hand, which was filled with drawings of bedroom scenes.

Her pretty face flushed red, and even her fingertips turned red as she looked at it, but her gaze never left her, as she wanted to write down as much as possible.

Soon, night fell.

Qingyuan was taken to the prison with her face covered. Only after she was pushed through the door were the black cloths pulled off her face.

Inside the cell, only a single, finger-thick white candle burned, making it very dim. In the corner, a broad figure sat in the shadows.

Before Qingyuan could even stand still, a cold, deep voice came from the corner—

"go out."

Being kicked out as soon as you enter is really not a good start.

Qingyuan wouldn't leave easily without paying that hundred taels of silver.

Qingyuan, clutching the handkerchief in her hand, moved a little closer to the corner. Although she still couldn't make out the face clearly, she should be able to hear the voice:

"Young master, please don't misunderstand, I am not a bad person."

The tall figure in the corner remained silent, and the cell fell into complete silence.

That's a bit awkward.

After a long silence, Qingyuan touched her nose and sat down on the ground next to her. It wasn't the cold stone slab she had imagined; it was just the right firmness and not cold at all.

She reached out and touched it, only to find that it was padded with a thin, soft cushion.

When Qingyuan was a child, she went to prison with her mother to visit her father who had been sentenced to prison. She remembered that the prison was dark and gloomy, with the smell of blood mixed with various rotten and damp odors.

It was completely different from what she saw before her.

In this world, the rich and powerful even have to go to jail in such an unusual way.

As Qingyuan was thinking, that cold, sharp voice rang in her ear again: "Get out!"

Qingyuan snapped out of her daze and looked at the corner: "I was sent here to carry on the young master's lineage. I can't leave until my mission is completed."

The person in the corner seemed taken aback by her directness, their tone tinged with surprise: "You?"

Qingyuan continued to look at him, seemingly unconcerned: "Did I say something wrong?"

The man was silent for a moment, his tone still cold and somewhat unnatural: "You... how can a young lady who hasn't even married yet... how can you so casually utter those four words?"

Which four characters?

Qingyuan paused for a moment before realizing that he meant the phrase "to carry on the family line".

She not only has to talk about it, but she also has to do it later.

She didn't argue with him: "If you don't like it, young master, I won't say anything."

As a maid, you should talk less and do more; just do your job well and get paid.

The man seemed to sense her disapproval: "You seem to have an objection?"

"I dare not."

I dare not…

The woman's gentle and soft voice reached Chu Jingxian's ears, and he effortlessly caught the numbness and calmness in those three words.

He muttered, "Speak if you have any objections."

Qingyuan: ...Is it important to talk now?

Seeing that she didn't speak, his voice turned colder: "Speak."

Unable to resist, Qingyuan finally spoke up: "Why can't we talk about carrying on the family line? In this city of Hangzhou, from lowly servants and commoners like myself to all the young masters and ladies, even you, sir, of noble status, are all carrying on the family line. It's a very common thing, and I've never said it in public. Since I've taken on this job, I naturally have to make it clear to my employer. I don't think there's anything I can't say."

After she finished speaking, Qingyuan noticed that the corner had fallen silent, and she couldn't tell what their reaction was.

That's perfect, she wasn't just there to keep people company.

The contents of the pamphlet she had just read came to her mind like a flood.

Since she had accepted the job, she had to do her best to live up to the money the client had given her. Qingyuan naturally understood this principle.

Ultimately, it was the first time this young woman had ever been in a sedan chair.

Qingyuan cautiously turned around and looked at that corner, bit her lip, and moved towards it step by step.

Before she even reached him, just as she touched the hem of his clothes, her hand was suddenly gone, brushed back by someone.

Qingyuan tried to remind him, "Young master, this is my job..."

The man seemed to scoff, "A fine job... for money?"

Qingyuan thought to herself, what else could it be for?

I may think about it, but I won't say it outright.

"What you say is true, young master." Qingyuan moved two steps closer to him and tugged at his clothes, even harder than before.

The next moment, he was pulled away again.

She was clearly just going through the motions, and he threatened, "If you don't tell me, I'll throw you out like a thief."

Qingyuan's hands were empty: "I work for money, and I take on jobs for money too."

"You don't shy away from it at all."

Chu Jingxian snorted coldly. The women who had been sent in before were full of admiration and willingness, but she was a little more frank.

Qingyuan stared straight ahead, but her hands didn't touch the pizza. She grabbed the hem of her shirt again and tried to touch it little by little: "A taboo? What's there to be taboo about? In this world, how many people, rich or poor, can remain unmoved by money? The rich may be rich, but they are also thinking about how to earn more money. Human desires are endless. The poor work, farm, or do all sorts of jobs, repeating the same routine day and night, year after year, all just to earn some money to make a living. I am no exception. I need money, I want money. I earn money through my own legitimate means, and there's nothing shameful about it."

The woman's voice remained soft and gentle, her tone calm and composed, without the slightest hesitation or reluctance, like a still stream, flowing gently and quietly.

These words were somewhat unexpected for Chu Jingxian.

He was surprised by her argument; he hadn't expected this woman to have her own insights, which was quite rare.

Chu Jingxian was stunned. He felt someone tugging at his sleeve. He instinctively tried to brush it away, but his palm felt cold. He touched a piece of cool, delicate skin, like a woman's hand.

Qingyuan noticed it too, her hand trembled, and just as she was about to grasp it, the warm hand became even hotter, as if it had been burned by fire, and she hurriedly withdrew it!

How come he shrank back faster than her?

The red candles cast a warm glow, and beneath layers of crimson gauze curtains, one could vaguely see the sensual scene of a man and woman entwined in passion.

"Snap!" The last piece of gauze clothing on Qinghe's body was torn off by the man in front of her, revealing her voluptuous and alluring figure.

"Who...are you?!" Qinghe bit her lip, trying to escape, but she couldn't get away from the man's hold.

"Little Sparrow can only be mine." The man laughed, his unusually handsome and rugged face filled with lust, his lips biting Qinghe's flawless body.

"You...you let go!" Qinghe refused, and a strange sensation suddenly came from the Bodhi seed on her chest. She couldn't help but moan.

As if encouraged, the man's rough, calloused hands slid down her shoulders, across her full breasts and slender waist, as if with magic, stirring up a strong, indescribable urge within Qinghe.

Qinghe could no longer bear it and tried to escape, but the man's advances became increasingly aggressive, licking and teasing her until she quickly lost her senses.

"Madam, Madam!"

The maid Cuizhi shook her for a moment, and Qinghe woke up from her dream, only to find that she had had that dream again.

"I've been waking up like this every time for the past few months. I should call the doctor from the prefecture to come and take a look!" Cuizhi advised.

Qinghe didn't know whether she had contracted a strange illness or was possessed by an evil spirit. More than three months after marrying into the Dingyuan Marquis's mansion, she dreamed almost every day of being intimate with the same strange man.

Not only that, after each erotic dream, her whole body would be flushed pink, and her magnificent breasts would overflow with milk, as if she had just had a very satisfying sexual encounter.

She was already married, but the person in her spring dreams was not her husband!

Such dissolute and unchaste behavior terrified Qinghe, who dared not mention it to anyone, yet secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was just a dream.

Her clothes were already soaked with breast milk. A cool breeze blew in through the window, and Qinghe woke up. "Cuizhi, prepare some clothes. I should go and brew medicine for my husband."

The Marquis of Dingyuan's mansion was a large house with eight courtyards and eight gates. When Qinghe finished preparing the medicine and arrived at the Second Young Master's residence, it was already sunset.

The study's doors were tightly shut, and Qinghe was stopped outside by the guards at the entrance, while her medicine was taken away by someone else.

"Husband, it's time to take your medicine." Qinghe knelt down as if she knew the way well.

"Get out! Take your filthy things and get out! Go back and tell her that I will never touch a lowly servant like you in my entire life!" The second young master angrily threw the bowls and plates out, smashing them all over Qinghe.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sounds of men and women moaning and panting came from the study, the scene inside was self-evident.

"Madam is so concerned about the Second Young Master, personally preparing medicine for him every day. But the Second Young Master not only doesn't appreciate it, he only listens to that vixen Hongxiu. I really feel sorry for you!" Cuizhi said, feeling indignant on her behalf.

Qinghe stood up, holding back her tears, and interrupted Cuizhi: "Let's go. My husband is right."

The Marquis of Dingyuan's mansion in the Great Qi Dynasty has two sons. One is the Marquis of Dingyuan, who has fought countless battles, and the other is the second son who has become the top scholar in the imperial examination. By all accounts, they are outstanding individuals. The old lady of the mansion must be enjoying her old age in peace and comfort.

Unfortunately, Marquis Dingyuan was away on campaigns for many years, and his murderous aura had killed six newlywed wives. This second young master had been unable to walk properly since childhood and was physically weak, so he probably couldn't have sex either. As a result, the old lady worried about the lack of an heir for the Marquis's family every day.

Qinghe was a bed slave that the old lady of the Marquis's mansion bought from a brothel. She was still a virgin and had been raised with secret medicine since childhood. She was given the title of lady so that the Marquis's mansion's offspring could be legitimate, but in reality, no one took her seriously.

Not long after Qinghe returned, the old lady summoned her to the main hall, saying that the Marquis of Dingyuan, who had been fighting on the frontier for three years, had finally returned. The old lady asked her to go and meet him so that he would leave an impression.

Before Qinghe even entered the lobby, she heard a cheerful male voice chatting and laughing with the old lady.

She was slightly taken aback; that voice... was at least seven-tenths similar to the man in her dream.

She boldly walked up, and upon seeing the man's face clearly in the hall, Qinghe froze on the spot, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.