High-class Spring Joy

With just one turn, Qingyuan was completely on the defensive.

Chu Jingxian's warm fingertips, rough with calluses, lingered on her waist again and again. He lowered his head and stole her breath, crushing her breath between his lips and teeth.

The man's hoarse, suppressed breathing mingled with the woman's seductive moans, making the cold, gloomy prison cell feel hot...

Just as dawn was breaking, Qingyuan's breathing had calmed down when she heard the man behind her stir. Mango turned around and saw that he was still asleep, seemingly trying to find a comfortable position.

Actually, Mango never thought she would take on that kind of job.

This kind of job refers to leaving offspring for death row inmates.

Many men who committed capital crimes and had not yet left a child for their families would find a virgin girl to bring into the family in order to continue the bloodline.

It's all about luck in these last few nights; if God is on your side, you might be able to leave a bloodline.

If it were an ordinary man, he would probably want to cling to the woman and never get off, so he could enjoy himself before he dies.

But this person is different.

Chu Jingxian was the third young master of the Zhenguo Marquis's mansion. He had been seriously injured since childhood and was blinded and could not see bright light. However, he was an extremely upright and honest gentleman who did not get close to women. Everyone in the entire Bianjing City called him the Gentleman with Broken Bamboo.

Qingyuan had only caught a glimpse of him from afar while he was in the mansion. He was tall and slender, like a cold bamboo, exuding an air of pride. Every gesture he made was that of a nobleman.

Last night, the Marquis of Zhenguo's mansion gave him two bowls of aphrodisiac, which gave Qingyuan the opportunity to get close to him.

The aphrodisiac is extremely potent. It is said to be a secret recipe that the Marquis's family painstakingly found. Once taken, even the most fiery woman and the most abstinent and cold man will become passionate.

Even so, Chu Jingxian gripped the stone tightly in his hand, letting his cold, white palm be stabbed until it bled and torn, but he refused to touch her.

Later, the medicine became too potent, and Qingyuan used all the tricks the nanny had taught her, exhausting every possible means, before she finally succeeded.

Qingyuan grabbed the scattered clothes beside her and hurriedly put them on, then turned her head to look at him.

The straw was messy and sticky. His clothes had long been haphazardly torn off by her, and even the long black scarf he usually covered his eyes was scattered around him. His face was pale, his features were deep, and he had a high nose and red lips. He was a true handsome man.

Qingyuan suppressed the strange feeling in her heart, picked up the long black handkerchief with her fingertips, and gently put it on him.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his shoulder, and the man bit down harder and harder, his teeth almost piercing his flesh.

Mango winced in pain, her thoughts completely pulled back to the present.

Mango didn't push away the person in her arms, letting the Third Young Master bite her shoulder. Mango clenched her palms and tentatively told Grape some of her innermost thoughts: "Perhaps the Young Master doesn't know what kind of person the Young Master is in my heart? People in Bianjing City only say that the Young Master has willingly fallen into depravity. He was born into the Zhenguo Marquis's Mansion, which is a very prestigious family, but the Young Master resolutely went into business."

Among the four classes of people—scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants—merchants are ranked last. The young master never paid attention to the criticisms and gossips of others. In just a few years, he expanded his business to the entire territory of Song State, covering all walks of life. With his own efforts, he saved the livelihoods of at least tens of thousands of displaced and impoverished people, and he also focused on providing livelihoods for the elderly, weak, women, and children.

Within eight years, the southeast suffered from floods, the northwest from war, and the southwest from famine. He donated millions of taels of silver, not to mention countless quantities of rice, wheat flour, and other grains, single-handedly saving the lives of countless people.

When I looked at you, young master, only one thought filled my mind: Such a good person… is about to die? Such a person… someone like you, young master, is about to die so soon!?

As Mango spoke, her eyes reddened: "I know there are many ways to interpret the truth in this world. Depending on one's perspective, the same truth can be interpreted as right or wrong. For example, when two parties argue about something, they each have their own reasons. Perhaps some people think that what you did before was selfish, or something like that. They think that your actions are not befitting your status, that you are short-sighted, or that you lack ambition. But I am just an ordinary citizen. My family has been ordinary people for three generations, making a living by farming. We depend on the weather for our livelihood, living with the various crops in the fields. But who can predict the will of Heaven? In a few years when the weather is good, there is a harvest, everyone can eat their fill, and they can even save some money."

But if a disaster strikes, or if there's a bad year, the harvest will be halved, or even nonexistent, and the whole family will go hungry. I'm just an ordinary citizen, unable to speak from another's perspective. From my own point of view, the young master is the best, the most sacred saint in the world. Yet, such a person is about to die for a single capital offense. Given my status then, or even now, I have absolutely no way of knowing why the young master committed such a capital offense, or what that offense was. Although I was after money at the time, I can't honestly say it had nothing to do with the young master; it was purely for my own purposes. Perhaps I would have agreed to help another condemned prisoner carry on the family line. But knowing it was the young master, I didn't hesitate at all.

The only voice in the entire carriage was Mango's. Naturally, Mango couldn't expect the Third Young Master to say anything to her at this moment. It was precisely because the Third Young Master was not in his right mind that she had a rare opportunity to speak her heart, which she had kept hidden for a long time.

"Young master, you may not know, but I have seen you before. It wasn't the first time in that prison. In my manor, I only caught a glimpse of you from afar. You are tall and slender, like a cold bamboo, exuding an air of pride. Every gesture you make is that of a nobleman. You truly have a divine air about you. I haven't read many books, so I can't use those literary words to describe you. When I looked at you then, I felt that you were just like the gods and Buddhas enshrined in temples, even more so than those gods and Buddhas, inspiring even more...respect."

"Young master, if I had known then that you wouldn't actually lose your life because of that capital offense, I definitely wouldn't have drugged you. But I truly believed you were going to die, and the only thing I could offer was my own worth, perhaps to help you. Thinking about it, someone like you should naturally grow old with the one you love, living a life of love and happiness. Not..."

As Mango spoke, all the guilt she felt towards Grape welled up inside her, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

"Instead of having someone like me give you that aphrodisiac and defile your body, Young Master. But who knew that you would help me so many times because of the Fifth Young Master, even more so than the Fifth Young Master treated me? Third Young Master, why are you so good to me? Is it just because of… your connection to the Young Master? So many favors I've done in the past, how can I ever repay them all? I can't possibly repay them all. I have to rack my brains to think of anything I can do to help you, anything I can do for you. But I can't think of anything you, with your status, can't do?" What is there that you can't have? It seems there isn't. I don't know how to repay you, nor do I know what you could possibly need. But back then, I actually had a long-term plan. I felt that those acts of kindness, those acts of help, I might not be able to repay immediately, but perhaps, as long as you are still alive, you might need my help someday. I'm waiting for the day I can help you. But what about this life-saving grace? How can I repay you? With my life? If you ever need this life, I would gladly oblige.

"But young master, do you know? The better you treat me, the more afraid I become. I'm afraid I'm not worthy of your kindness, and I feel like I'm unworthy of your life. The better you treat me, the more I can't help but think, what if one day you discover the truth, what if you find out that I was the one who drugged you, humiliated you, and violated you that night? Would all the kindness before be gone? Or would it be evidence that you've been fooled, evidence that you've been insulted? I originally wanted to hide from you. I thought that as long as I left the Zhenguo Marquis's mansion, as long as I hid in a small place, even if you found out it was me one day, you wouldn't be able to find me, and you wouldn't take my life, right? But third young master, why are you treating me better and better because of the fifth young master? The better someone as good as you treats me, the more guilty I feel, the more afraid I become."

Mango could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her face and landed on the shoulder of the person in front of her.

Mango suddenly noticed that the person in her arms stiffened, and the force with which they were biting her shoulder gradually lessened.

It's as if the person who was going crazy in her arms gradually calmed down in her voice and her words.

Mango couldn't believe her own voice, that her words had such power, but she didn't know what else she could do.

All Mango could say was a few words, but seeing that the grape in her arms was reacting, Mango didn't dare to say anything more, for fear that the grape might have actually heard something.

Mango didn't say anything else, but pulled Grape aside and talked about everyday things, like how many times she had drowned and fallen into the water when she was learning to float with her sister, and how long it took her to learn.

She also said that when she was learning embroidery from her older sister, she didn't know how many times she pricked her hands with silver needles, nor how many times her sister complained about her. The embroidery she did was worse than the last, and she couldn't even embroider a complete pattern from the beginning. Her embroidery was crooked and twisted, with loose threads all over the back, and it looked terrible.

As they talked, not only did the apple in the mango's arms calm down, but the mango itself also became increasingly calm.

Mango gently patted Grape's back, as if soothing a child to sleep: "Young master, don't be afraid. No matter what, I will be by your side."

Grape completely loosened its grip on her shoulder, its teeth loosened completely, and all its strength was gone, leaving only the pain from the wound. Mango knew that Grape had finally stabilized.

Not knowing whether the Third Young Master would wake up or fall into a deep sleep, Mango racked her brains and sang several lullabies to the person in her arms.

At first, the person in his arms didn't bite him, but there was no other reaction or movement either, as if Mango was just holding a warm, living corpse.

Mango continued talking about everyday matters and lullabies. The third prince in her arms not only didn't fall asleep, but instead started playing with the hair on Mango's chest, like a child playing with his favorite toy, having a great time, his fingertips twirling around Mango's long black hair.

"Young master, are you getting some rest?"

When Mango said this, she tilted her head slightly, and because of their posture, Mango's cheek touched Grape's cheek.

For some reason, Grape seemed to sense something and suddenly pushed Mango away. Mango thought Grape was about to have another outburst, but the next moment, she felt a warm and moist touch on her face.

Grape actually cupped her face and kissed her.

Mango was completely stunned, never expecting this situation.

Grape kissed the face, not the lips. Perhaps it was because Grape's scent was so familiar and pleasant that Mango had long been used to it, or perhaps Mango no longer treated the person in her arms the same way she treated others.

So Mango's first reaction wasn't to push away the grapes in her arms.

Immediately afterwards, Grape didn't stop at his cheek, but instead began kissing his face haphazardly.

From the forehead to the corner of the eye, and from the corner of the eye to the nose, it seemed as if the person in front of me was kissing me everywhere.

Mango didn't know what Grape was trying to do. She froze, unsure of what to do next. Mango was at a loss, not even knowing where to put her hands.

It could only let the grapes run rampant on its face.

Until Grape seemed to have achieved its goal or fulfilled its wish, it finally raised its head, and its lips finally left Mango's face.

Just when Mango thought she should finally react in some way, when she thought she could finally breathe freely, she was suddenly overcome with despair...

Her lips were kissed by the person in front of her—the Third Young Master!

Grape's large hand cradled the back of Mango's head, forcing Mango to stay in place, while Grape himself made his own moves on Mango's lips.

Mango instinctively put her hands on Grape's shoulders, but she just couldn't bring herself to push him away.

Mango didn't know what was wrong with her. She felt a little dark about herself. She actually craved such kisses and the Third Young Master's intimacy!

Such a kiss, such warmth, such a bite, made Mango's thoughts inevitably return to that night.

That kind of craziness, that kind of intimacy, was something Mango experienced for the first time in her life and will never forget.

Before Mango could figure it out, Grape didn't fixate on Mango's lips. Instead, after he had kissed her enough and asked for more, Grape turned her head and kissed her earlobe.

He ground his teeth into her earlobe little by little.

Mango felt numb all over; she dared not move, nor did she have the strength to move, until that deep, husky voice rang in her ear:

"Don't cry."

There were only these two words, without any other words. The voice wasn't a normal low and hoarse tone, but rather like sand grinding against silk, even sounding broken.

But Mango immediately realized why Grape had been kissing her face so randomly and haphazardly.

He was kissing away the tears on her face.

Mango was completely dumbfounded. The Third Young Master could actually speak! Had he heard what was just said? When did he become conscious? Was he even conscious?

The third young master was kissing her ear, and Mango's mind was a complete mess. At this moment, how could she possibly understand those things?

It wasn't until Mango finally realized that the person in her arms seemed to have stopped moving.

It seemed like he was, because he kept his mouth on her earlobe, but he didn't bite or kiss it.

Mango mustered up her courage and peeked out, only to find that the Third Young Master was actually sucking on her earlobe, sleeping soundly in her arms like a child!

no…

Mango tentatively pushed the grape in her arms away gently, but the grape did not move or react, so it must have really fallen asleep.

Mango gently placed the grapes on the couch. The legendary physician Sai Huatuo said that tonight was very important, so Mango didn't leave and just sat by the couch to keep watch.

It was already night, and Mango was pregnant, so she was actually a little sleepy. By the time she got to bed in the middle of the night, she really couldn't stay awake any longer and didn't even know when she fell asleep.

When Mango woke up again, some light was coming through the curtains of the carriage, so it must have been early morning.

Mango stretched her slightly sore neck and her first instinct was to check on Grape. She only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Grape was not having another nightmare.

As Mango looked around, her gaze fell on the Third Young Master's face.

Looking at the Third Young Master's pale face and deep features, and at his peaceful and beautiful sleeping face, she was as if bewitched, her mind filled with thoughts of the kisses from last night and what had just happened.

Although she and the Third Young Master had indeed had such a crazy and thorough intimate contact, apart from that night, their interactions were at most limited to some unavoidable physical contact.

That kind of intimacy, with tender affection, is completely absent.

Even before, mangoes and apples had never shared such tenderness.

Mango reached out and gently touched Grape's cheek, then couldn't resist poking his nose and lips.

I thought to myself, how can someone be so good-looking?

Why is it that such a beautiful person is blind?

Does God see a perfect person and then deliberately add a flaw to him?

That's so unfair.

Mango became so engrossed in gazing at Grape that she lowered her head and planted a kiss on Grape's cheek.

Mango realized what was happening as soon as she finished kissing him.

she…

What was she doing just now?!

She actually...she actually kissed him!!

She kissed...she kissed the Third Young Master??

Just then, someone knocked on the carriage window, and Master Sai Huatuo's voice came in: "Miss Mango, is Miss Mango awake? I need to take the Third Young Master's pulse!"

As soon as Sai Huatuo's voice came in, Mango panicked completely. She hurriedly stood up, bumping her head directly into the carriage, which hurt her. But she didn't have time to hesitate any longer. She turned around, got off the carriage, and said to Sai Huatuo, "He's awake, he's awake. The Third Young Master shouldn't have done anything outrageous last night, nor did he hit his head. As for his current condition, we'll need you to take his pulse, Divine Doctor. I've been out for a long time and haven't been back all night. The Princess might be a little worried. I'll go back now. If you need anything else from me, please send someone to find me."

After saying that, Mango didn't care whether Sai Huatuo had reacted or not, and then turned around and fled.

Sai Huatuo was left outside the carriage, scratching the back of his head in confusion: "What... what's wrong with Miss Mango? She usually seems so composed and gentle, but why does she look like this after getting off the carriage..."

Mango hurriedly returned to the princess's carriage. At that moment, the banana princess was not there. Mango sat in the carriage and tried to calm himself down, regulate his breathing, and try to remain composed.

She also wanted to clear her mind and see if what happened last night was just her hallucination.

Mango belatedly touched her lips, the sensation of being bitten by the Third Young Master last night seemingly still vivid in her mind.

It's true that the Third Young Master kissed her, and it's also true that he kissed away the tears on her face...

She couldn't control herself and kissed the third young master this morning...

So…

Mango's hand, as if possessed, gently pinched her own earlobe...

Having been drugged and raped by a woman, it's no wonder the young master wanted to kill her.

They fell silent.

Qingyuan's heart jumped to the top of her lungs!

No, we shouldn't stay here any longer; the longer we stay, the more dangerous it will become.

Before she could move, a strong force grabbed her shoulder and pulled her out from behind the artificial hill!

"Speak, who are you?!"

Those who have trained in martial arts are incredibly strong; it felt like they were about to crush her shoulder blades.

Qingyuan winced in pain. "I am... a maid in the Fifth Young Master's courtyard. I couldn't see clearly at night and got lost, which is why I ended up here..."

Chen Sha turned her head: "Young Master, she said she's from the Fifth Young Master's courtyard?"

"Oh?" Chu Jingxian chuckled, seemingly intrigued, and casually said, "Bring it over."

Qingyuan was brought before Chu Jingxian by Chensha, and she didn't dare to look up at him.

"Chu Jingyu's people?"

Little did she know, Qingyuan's chin was suddenly and gently pinched and lifted.

Rough, hot fingertips caressed her face, from her chin to her lips, nose, and then to her cheeks and forehead, giving Qingyuan goosebumps.

Even though he couldn't see her, his fingertips licked her like a snake's tongue, easily scrutinizing her entire being.

Qingyuan tensed up completely, her blood seemed to freeze, and she didn't dare to breathe.

Chu Jingxian seemed to sense her nervousness and chuckled, "You seem... afraid of me?"

Qingyuan froze completely.

I'm scared, I'm so scared!

One wrong move and you're torn to pieces. Who else are you afraid of but him?!