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Wei Wuxian realized that someone must have tampered with either his food or his accommodations, causing him to fall into such a trap.
He had no golden core to supply him with endless vitality. The meager spiritual energy in his meridians was barely enough to counteract the effects of the drug, preventing him from being completely overwhelmed by uncontrollable lust. At present, the only reason he was not thrashing about like one in heat was sheer willpower.
However, suppressing both resentful energy and lust left his body extremely weak. In such a vulnerable state, Jinlintai was the last place he felt safe. Even a dilapidated inn outside would offer more security!
“...So, could you send me out? Or, if that's too troublesome, just help me call Jiang Cheng over.”
Lan Xichen snapped out of his trance. Hearing Wei Wuxian's words, he questioned him sharply, “What do you intend to do? Why do you want to call him over?”
Wei Wuxian lifted his eyelid and veered his gaze at him. "Since you're unwilling, of course, I'll need Jiang Cheng to help me..."
——To send him to an inn outside. Better yet, if he could pester Jiang Cheng to send him back to Lotus Pier overnight.
The room fell into silence.
After some time passed without a response, Wei Wuxian tentatively called, “Zewu-Jun? Zewu-Jun?”
"...I will help you out."
Wei Wuxian blinked, "Hm? What, you're willing to-, uhnghh...You! Lan Xichen! What are you doing?!"
Without warning, Lan Xichen had abruptly closed the distance he had put earlier in the blink of an eye. As he loomed over him on the bed, his right hand actually pressed onto Wei Wuxian's crotch.
Wei Wuxian looked up in stupefaction. Trying to discern what in the world was happening from the other man’s expression. When his gaze dropped again, it finally landed on the elegant hand currently grasping his family's jewel.
The hand was visibly trembling, yet Lan Xichen pressed on with his attempt. His deft fingers spread slightly, palming the bulge on Wei Wuxian's lower body. In response to this gesture was an uncontrollable moan escaping from the gaping mouth.
"You, uh, umhhhh...are you, ah! Lan Xichen! Are you out of your mind?!"
Wei Wuxian felt all the blood in his body rush to his face. Even without a mirror, he knew his complexion must be flushed a deep red. In his twenty years of life, he had read countless Spring Books, imagined various ambiguous scenarios, and speculated about how such sensations might feel. Yet all of those pale imaginings were insignificant compared to the reality before him.
Someone - really - was - actually - caressing - him - down there!
Lan Xichen did not react to Wei Wuxian’s horrified exclamations, nor did he take his feeble struggle seriously. His hand never stopped moving. What began as simple palming gradually shifted into a gentler caress. One by one, his long fingers traced slow circles, as though carefully outlining every detail of "Wei Wuxian's younger brother" through the fabric of his trousers.
For Lan Xichen, matters of marriage and romance had always been naturally associated with relationships between men and women. After all, he'd been raised as the Sect Heir from whom the clan would expect future descendants. Accordingly, he had long equated intimacy with unions between male and female.
It certainly never went through Lan Xichen's mind that one day he would actually touch another man's lifeblood in an intimate sense. Neither would he ever have imagined that he actually felt exhilarated to do such an action, eagerly expecting reactions from the person in front of him with every move of his hand.
Looking up, he noticed that Wei Wuxian’s breathing had grown increasingly labored. In the first place, Wei Wuxian could barely move, as he had been focusing all his energy on suppressing the effects of the medicine. Now, his predicament had become even more delicate. With such stimulation to his lower body, he could only curl his fingers into his palms.
Tentatively, Lan Xichen applied a little more pressure to his movements. The half-hardened length in his grasp immediately swelled, growing more prominent as though straining against its confinement. He could feel the shape of the young man’s arousal even through the fabric of his trousers, and his fingers instinctively followed its line, sliding from the base toward the tip.
As his hand worked wonders, Lan Xichen also observed the object of his passion closely.
With each movement of his fingers, up and down, Wei Wuxian’s chest rose and fell with increasingly uneven breaths. His scarlet lips grew moist from constant biting, as he struggled to keep any sound from escaping. A faint mist clouded his eyes, his lashes trembling slightly. His long dark hair spread in disarray across the bed, framing his flushed expression. The sight made Lan Xichen’s breath hitch; The young man was truly a sight to behold.
It was all too easy. The person was in a state of arousal to begin with. In only a short while, Lan Xichen had driven him to the clouds, feeling incredibly high for him to come directly with still his clothes on.
"Mmhhh..." Wei Wuxian couldn't stop himself from sighing softly, almost sounded like a relief.
The rain and dew had yet to subside, but a thunderous rumble exploded in Wei Wuxian's heart, numbing his mind into a deafening stillness.
What shocked him more, compared to the shame of releasing into a man's hand was, the mind-blowing fact, the identity of the man himself.
'It's Zewu-Jun!'
Among the seniors Wei Wuxian truly respected and held in high regard, Lan Xichen would certainly rank within the top three.
Lying in a daze with almost no strength left in his body, Wei Wuxian simply wanted to curl up, minimizing his presence, and hide his face. As if when he couldn't see it, the other person wouldn't be able to see him either.
He had lost all face!
Truthfully speaking, even if Wei Wuxian possessed the experience of relieving himself during his restless years of youth, the number of times could be counted on one hand. What he had just felt… it was as though he had been personally “taken care of.” Even for someone who prided himself on being thick-skinned, the embarrassment was so overwhelming that he wished he could dig a pit and bury himself six feet underground.
'How could I...how could we...How could he do this to me!'
Lan Xichen gazed at the man in front of him blankly.
The Wei Wuxian in his eyes now appeared particularly bewitching.
This was the same man who, during the war, had worn an expression as though he looked down upon all living beings. This person who seemed to regard his enemies on the battlefield like ants beneath his feet. Who would have thought that this same person could display such a debauched, wanton expression upon a bed?
The gap between the two countenances was too extreme. It felt as though Lan Xichen's heart was being scratched by catkins. Feeling particularly itchy as he witnessed such an unexpected contrast.
At that moment, there's a strong urge to throw this person down. To conquer this man — and made those flirtatious eyes reddened from tears because of him.
He could no longer quell the intense desire in his heart, and he simply didn't try to suppress it either.
Clasping Wei Wuxian's chin with the hand he'd used to please him earlier, he finally pressed the two lips together.
It was as if time went still for a moment.
Both men froze, neither making the next move. They had already done something so bold, yet at this time, the two of them were practically at a loss. But perhaps it was to be expected.
For both Lan Xichen and Wei Wuxian, it was the first kiss they ever had. They were so close that they could hear and feel each other's breathing, and they remained like that, unmoving. Deep down, each expected the other to take charge. As time passed, however, it became somewhat awkward as they realized—
'It's over! None of us seems to have the experience!'
It was Lan Xichen who finally took the initiative to move his lip, deepening the contact between the four red petals. He felt Wei Wuxian's eyelashes quiver, brushing softly against his cheeks before he moved his lips in response. It became easier as they continued. Almost instinctively, their lips parted, each seeking to taste the other's soft flesh.
Pressing turned to nibbling, from nibbling to gentle sucking. Lan Xichen slid his tongue out, tracing the shape of Wei Wuxian’s lips. When the younger man gasped, he seized the opportunity to slip inside, exploring the warm, damp cavern beyond. It came as naturally as breathing. The moment his tongue met Wei Wuxian’s, the two entwined almost fiercely.
The sensation was entirely new to both of them. It's so pleasant that the taste sent them to almost a dizzying state. Lan Xichen didn't know, and had never imagined that a kiss alone could leave his body burning, aching with want.
After a long while, Wei Wuxian felt his breathing was blocked, and he had to urgently call out, "...Umm, Zewu, Zewu-Jun, I can't, umphh--!"
Reluctantly, Lan Xichen withdrew, lifting his head. A thin silver thread stretched between their lips before snapping. The liquid fell on Wei Wuxian's collar, leaving faint watermarks.
Wei Wuxian was left with his mouth slightly parted. His slender neck was exposed as his head tilted back. Even then, saliva kept leaking from the corners of his mouth due to Lan Xichen's unreserved invasion prior.
Lan Xichen found himself swallowing, his throat suddenly dry.
This youthful person had never shied away from revealing a bit of skin. Unlike Lan Xichen, who wore his robes neatly up to his neck, nearly covering his Adam’s apple, Wei Wuxian often dressed more loosely, leaving much of his chest exposed. Having said that, his butterfly-shaped collar bones, his broad chest and shoulder, were indeed a scenery to admire.
But it's due to this habit that when Lan Xichen raised his hand and tugged at the front of Wei Wuxian’s robes, the layers loosened easily, requiring little force. Wei Wuxian had never liked wearing too many layers, nor the suffocating sensation of tightly fastened garments. With that single pull, his robes fell open completely.
Lan Xichen leaned down, burying his face in the hollow of Wei Wuxian’s neck and drawing a deep breath of his scent. Perhaps the young man had drunk a big pot of liquor earlier, because right now, Lan Xichen could pick out a sweet yet strong aroma of rice wine left behind. The corner of his lip unconsciously curled upward; such fragrance fitted Wei Wuxian incredibly so.
Following his impulse, he licked lightly at Wei Wuxian’s neck, earning a small jolt and a soft gasp from the man beneath him. His kisses trailed downward—from the side of the neck to the bobbing Adam’s apple, across the collarbone, and further still. His lips continued their slow descent until they reached the young man’s torso.
The last time Wei Wuxian had rowed a boat, swimming under the blazing heat of Yunmeng, was years ago. Since the Sunshot Campaign, his skin had rarely been exposed to daylight. The sun-kissed hue of his youth had long since faded.
His chest, now pale, was also unmistakably flat. Wei Wuxian obviously wasn't a bodybuilder to warrant fleshy manboobs either. But it just looked right. The lines of his frame suited him well, forming a refined and attractive figure. Lan Xichen inadvertently wondered, how many women had put their heads upon this broad shoulder and rested against this warm chest?
A trace of inexplicable irritation stirred within him.
He vented it upon the innocent flat mounds, rubbing his palm onto them harshly.
To his surprise, with each roll, he felt the two points on the person's chest gradually hardening under his palm.
And every time he brushed upon it, Wei Wuxian let out a restrained, trembling sound, unable to suppress it.
He took a deep breath and finally decided to take one of the already erected nipples into his mouth, and put his two fingers on the other one, pinching and rubbing it under the pads of his fingertips.
"!!"
Realizing what was happening and where Lan Xichen’s attention had settled, the blush on Wei Wuxian’s face deepened even further. "...You-, Umhhh...You! What are you doing?! I'm not a woman!" Wei Wuxian couldn't help but exclaim in shock.
Having read countless Spring Books, Wei Wuxian was naturally familiar with scenes in which women were teased in this particular way. Aside from his astonishment at finding the stimulation unexpectedly pleasant, a trace of shame also stirred in his heart. He was a man! He wasn't supposed to feel good from his chest!
"Ahh...no, umhhh..." ——But soon the soft moan that he failed to hold back betrayed his previous words.
Wei Wuxian had yet to be completely befuddled in the torrent of passion.
At this time, he felt so angry with himself for not living up to expectations.
The more Lan Xichen circled his tongue — the more his peach-colored lip nibbled on that one nipple — the more distorted Wei Wuxian's expression became from the complex emotion.
It's too late!
Now that things had come to this, Wei Wuxian cast aside any sense of propriety. His natural inclination to tease others emboldened him to taunt even Lan Xichen.
"You, uhh...Zewu-Jun, you, if you like to use your mouth so much, why don't you do it down there?" Wei Wuxian looked at him provocatively, his eyes bent in a smile. "...You see, I'm a man. I will feel more from my little comrade~"
Telling Lan Xichen, Zewu-Jun, Sect Leader Lan, to use his mouth to please him - if it were before, Wei Wuxian would have slapped his own mouth from the audacity! After all, how could someone dare to tell such a salacious joke right in the face of Sect Leader Lan? He was sure Lan Xichen himself would definitely skewer him with Shuoyue. Killing others to bury the stain, before finally committing suicide to prove his own innocence.
Even right now, when his mind was occupied with desire, Lan Xichen couldn't help but be stunned, unable to react for a while after hearing his words.
— Too bad, it was this provocation that finally destroyed Lan Xichen's remaining reason.
His next reaction was even bolder than before.
With a slight exertion of strength, he tore Wei Wuxian’s trousers apart, leaving the young man completely bare after his robes and garments were stripped away one after another.
Wei Wuxian broke out in a cold sweat.
He hurriedly called out, “Lan Xichen, I was only joking! Zewu-jun—let’s stop and calm down first!”
It was said that disaster originated from the mouth. In the beginning, it's because he couldn't restrain his mouth from teasing someone. And now, matters were spiraling further out of control, into a more outrageous direction because he still couldn't prevent himself from repeating the old mistake.
As expected, Lan Xichen seemed to hear selectively and ignored his plea.
His attention had already shifted elsewhere. Before him, long, slender legs were fully revealed. The sticky fluid from the first-come prior had yet dried off, but the thing between Wei Wuxian's legs was already half-erect from the teasing on his nipples.
Lan Xichen stared blankly.
It was the first time he had ever seen another person’s body completely bare, aside from his own.
No matter how he looked at it, the person below him was a man. It's obviously a man's body, but the view was exceedingly——tantalizing. Heat crept up his face. The flawless skin of his cheeks flushed pink, the color deepening as it spread down his neck.
“...Wei-Gongzi...I…” Lan Xichen spoke for the first time since the impulsive 'attack' to help Wei Wuxian out.
“—Toward you, I… I want…” His voice was so soft Wei Wuxian almost failed to hear it.
Lan Xichen shifted forward, climbing fully onto the bed and trapping Wei Wuxian beneath him. His knuckles brushed lightly along the curve of Wei Wuxian’s profile as he asked in a low voice, “…May I… will you allow me to…?”
The words he uttered were incoherent, forming incomplete sentences. Yet, the raw yearning in his gaze as he locked onto Wei Wuxian's eyes couldn't be more obvious. His reaction was open and earnest, plainly revealing his fascination.
The answer to his request was Wei Wuxian's low groan as he raised his hand and covered his eyes with his forearm.
Lan Xichen remained fully clothed, while he himself lay utterly bare.
There's no point in saying more!
He gritted his teeth and said, “Just… come and do it.”
What Wei Wuxian expected from the invitation was simply that both of them would help each other out, resolving the problem in their lower bodies. Lan Xichen had helped him first. Later, he would repay the favor with his hand or mouth.
At the end of the day, Wei Wuxian was still one big virgin who knew nothing about the Cut-sleeves affair. No matter how aroused he was, or how clouded his mind became with lust, he couldn’t suddenly understand knowledge he had never learned. But it's different for Lan Xichen.
As a medical Cultivator, his foremost priority had always been understanding the human body without embarrassment. Affairs between cut-sleeves—frankly speaking, anal sex—were rare but not without precedent even among Men and Women. Likewise, the health care was also one of the things he'd learnt - though briefly and with obscure wording - during his training as a medic.
Therefore,
“Ah!” Wei Wuxian cried out in shock when he felt a cold sensation, followed by the presence of fingers touching the most secret part of his body.
His eyes widened as he jerked upward, trying to escape the intruder.
“Zewu-Jun, wait—wait a minute! You… what do you think you’re doing…?”
Wei Wuxian felt his understanding being overturned.
He might have been unaware before, but with such an obvious hint, how could he not realize that, apparently, there seemed to be something more in the affair between man and man!
"Don't be afraid," Lan Xichen replied softly, his other hand holding Wei Wuxian’s waist and drawing him back.
Even when his own desire was running rampant, Lan Xichen remained patient and gentle. He still spared some time to soothe Wei Wuxian in a low voice, “Wei-Gongzi, trust me. I will do it well.”
His fingers were coated with ointment. It's a medicine intended for skin trauma that he'd found in his haste while rummaging through his Qiankun bag. Among the necessities he carried, it's the most suitable stuff he could use for the moment.
This time, Lan Xichen carefully spread Wei Wuxian’s legs, kneeling between them. While doing so, his right hand caressed Wei Wuxian's inner thigh. He couldn't stop himself from peppering some kisses on the other one either.
His left hand was also busy, slowly opening up Wei Wuxian's entrance with his index finger. One finger changed to double, and another one soon followed, becoming three. They worked smoothly and efficiently, charging inside to explore the way.
"Mhmmhh..."
Lan Xichen looked up in surprise at the inaudible moan.
Wei Wuxian’s face had turned beet red at being discovered.
The penetrations hadn’t yet reached the prostate, but the mere feelings from the motion itself elicited a tingling sensation in the inexperienced young man.
He once said, even if he wore no clothes, what can others do to him?
However, reality had slapped his words back and stuffed them down to his stomach!
Compared to the discomfiture of displaying his naked glory to someone else, the obscene activity of his rear part being expanded evoked his lust further from the sheer profanity.
Seeing his reaction, the scalding desires inside Lan Xichen turned ablaze. He took a deep breath to quell his impulse to impale the person at once. As a distraction, he gnawed on the smooth flesh dangling in front of his eyes instead - generating a loud cry from the leg's owner.
Lan Xichen smiled with satisfaction and continued.
Another tempting discovery Lan Xichen had to say at this moment was that; contrary to the young man's sharp temperament on weekdays, Wei Wuxian turned out to be exceptionally pliant and alluring as he lay beneath him.
The young man was born with a thin waist and slender hips, but his butt was particularly fleshy. The crevice hidden behind his perky buttocks was also soft and tender. The rim was pink and moist from the ointment. As Lan Xichen's fingers penetrated inside, the muscle eased - it shyly wrapped around his knuckles - contracting in and out following the owner's arousal.
Lan Xichen gulped down his saliva. swallowed. “Wei-Gongzi… you really are… good-looking…”
Being included in the list of 4 infamous handsome men, everyone knew that Wei Wuxian was visually attractive. There's no point in stating the obvious fact. But Lan Xichen didn't mean those words simply to praise his look. He meant it more - more than just his face - his entire being right now - there's only one word to describe it:
“——You look good...I like it...”
Wei Wuxian stiffened.
He wanted to curse, 'Fuck it! Don't be so talkative when doing something like this!'
To his despair, his physical reaction obviously betrayed his thought yet again. The constant praising evidently had a positive effect, as Wei Wuxian's whole body trembled all over. His shaft actually became painfully erect once again, and even started spurting its precum.
Lan Xichen understood.
There's no need to delay.
He took off his multilayered robes in one swift motion. Fixing Wei Wuxian's leg around his waist, he bent down, finally entering his own length to the softened entrance. The huge glans invaded inside, bringing the blazing hot rod to the tight interior.
"Ugh!"
Both of them groaned loudly at the same time.
A small grunt inevitably slipped out from Lan Xichen's lips when the most sensitive part of him met an extraordinary stimulus. His mind went blank for the unexpected pleasure it brought him. Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, gasped from the shocking pain. No matter how much the posterior hole was being massaged and opened up, it would still hurt if such a monstrous thing were to come in.
He was the kind of person who never held back his words on such trivial things, so Wei Wuxian was also quick to voice out his complaint, "Uhhh, Zewu-Jun...It hurts...What should I do...?"
Lan Xichen was startled when he heard Wei Wuxian's voice, sounding almost coquettish as he reported his grievance.
Looking down at the person beneath him, Wei Wuxian was indeed sweating profusely. Some strands of hair from his side bangs were stuck to his forehead. The corners of his eyes were red. The pain of being stretched wide made him shed physiological tears. The previous complaints were coming from the slightly swollen red lips, still gaping to aid his breathing.
The entire picture screamed extreme depravity.
The handsome man was obviously looking embarrassed without an ounce of grace left,
——yet it's rich with allure.
Even so, knowing that it brought pain to him, Lan Xichen also felt at a loss. But he didn't know what to do either. It's impossible to back out. No matter how kind Zewu-Jun was, it's impossible to concede and withdraw at this point!
So he leaned down and pecked Wei Wuxian's lip several times, murmuring softly, trying to comfort him, "Don't worry, it will only hurt for a while. I promise."
Wei Wuxian nodded in response.
His eyes were hazy. He no longer suppressed his desire. At this juncture, he had already let his mind be completely entertained with passion, forgoing his previous caution to keep his consciousness intact.
"...Then, you, keep going..."
Lan Xichen smiled at his approval and immediately began performing meticulously.
It's really tough for Lan DaGe.
Even if he was almost driven mad by the potent medicine, he had to hold back and prevent himself from selfishly seeking relief to his heart's content. Moving at such a slow pace, thrusting so carefully every time - needless to say, it did nothing to alleviate his own craving. Not to mention that every time he went in, it felt as though there were countless mouths, squirming around his jade stem tightly.
The more he did it, the more difficult he felt.
Perhaps it was due to his unbearable expression. But when Wei Wuxian glanced at his face, witnessing his pursed lip and the look in his eyes, like a bullied child who's trying so hard to forbear, Wei Wuxian couldn't help but comfort him in return, "...It's alright now, there's no more pain...don't hold back—,"
Lan Xichen straightened his upper body - the pace of his hips changed in a flash.
Immediately afterward, Wei Wuxian cursed loudly, regretting his own soft-heartedness.
"—Ah! You, you...slow down...umhhhh...Lan, Lan Xichen, Good Gege, have mercy-, ugh..."
It's a shame for Lan Xichen to look so gentle, but his movement was by no means peaceful!
With every thrust, Wei Wuxian felt his eyes were almost blackened out.
Initially, he thought the pain would last longer. However, it turned out that what Lan Xichen promised earlier was true. As his long shaft penetrated deeper through the flesh wall, the slightly curved point upward hit an unknown spot inside.
"Mmhhh!"
A burst of intense pleasure suddenly engulfed him. The feeling spread from the joints to all his limbs. Unknowingly, Wei Wuxian had even started to push his waist to meet Lan Xichen's movement. This increasing pleasure sent him to moan intensely.
Lan Xichen was particularly attentive to the person beneath him. Noticing that Wei Wuxian gave more favorable feedback in a certain direction, he was quick to determine the right spot and soon thrust even more vigorously in that angle. "How..." He panted, "——Does it feel good if I do this...?"
He heard a muffled laughter stifled between the other party's unrestrained moans.
Afterward, Wei Wuxian tried his best to push himself up and clung to Lan Xichen's shoulder.
Putting his mouth next to his ears, Wei Wuxian whispered, "...Of course it feels good...Why...Zewu-Jun...you turn out to be this skilled?" He laughed teasingly.
"No, I, I..." Lan Xichen felt his heart beat faster. His fair face flushed red, hearing such an insinuating compliment.
In response to this, he put more exertion down there, and cleverly shut the person in his arms from spouting any more flirtatious words!
With Lan Xichen's conscientious effort, it was not long before Wei Wuxian quickly reached a second orgasm.
Lan Xichen paused slightly, witnessing the spurt of thick white liquid splattered on his lower abdomen. Some of it landed farther, staining his clean robes. But he couldn't care less about it. As Wei Wuxian came, the muscles of his back entrance had also contracted, swallowing Lan Xichen deeper.
Grasping this moment accurately, Lan Xichen took both of Wei Wuxian's legs, spreading them further apart, and quickly increased his own speed. He moved desperately, seemingly about to break Wei Wuxian to pieces. Finally, he let out a low growl, and the stream of his seeds shot directly inside.
He let himself collapse onto the other end of the bed, bringing Wei Wuxian to fall limply on top of him. His smooth chest rose and fell steadily. The aftermath of his own orgasm left him in a dazed trance.
However, rather than feeling pacified, he felt as if the boiling magma hidden deep inside him had been exposed— as it finally found an outlet.
His state of mind was obvious as he continued embracing Wei Wuxian tightly.
His hips inadvertently moved slightly, letting his manhood, which hadn't been pulled out, grind the loosened entrance.
Wei Wuxian let out a faint whine. "——You, Zewu-Jun, it's my first time doing it, and you've already made me come twice in a row, spare me some slack, won't you?"
Lan Xichen's breath hitched. "...First time? Ever?"
Wei Wuxian chuckled. "Otherwise? With my reputation, where am I supposed to find a girl who's willing to commit herself to me?"
The bad habit that couldn't be cured in Wei Wuxian was that — as the wound healed, he'd soon forget the pain. The consequence of his previous audacity had yet to pass, but his mouth began to feel itchy once again to tease someone,
"——But that doesn't matter. Now, a Beauty has dedicated himself to me. What do you have to say, hmmm...? You-, Ahh!"
The result was to be expected.
Lan Xichen mercilessly flipped him over to face the mattress,
and started the midnight marathon.
The scene of two handsome men chasing each other’s lips as they moved across the mattress could barely be glimpsed from the other side of the partition.
The enclosure had clearly been set up to provide privacy for whatever occurred on the bed. Yet it seemed the current occupants had inadvertently kicked it during the throes of passion. The crooked outline of the partition occasionally allowed fragments of the scene inside to be seen.
Xiao-Tao and another young maiden silently closed the door of the guest quarters.
It was fortunate that they had not yet stepped inside, which might have alarmed the two “fighters” within.
"Maiden Jin...?" Xiao-Tao called the young maiden carefully.
The lady before her, Jin Rong, was the Beauty originally prepared for Wei Wuxian. She was supposed to come into the room just now and achieve the good thing with the intended target.
Xiao-Tao and her had crossed paths earlier, and when the little maid reported that she had brought the “white-robed Wei Wuxian,” Jin Rong immediately realized the plan had gone awry. They hurried back together to the courtyard, hoping to remedy the situation—but who could have expected that upon their arrival, the “fake Wei Wuxian” had already entangled the real one?
Looking back, the real Wei Wuxian must have left the banquet earlier, before the night feast began, and returned to the guest quarters that had been tampered with. A discreet enchantment had been placed there, along with incense infused with medicine from the Lanling Jin’s confidential recipe.
In the end, the fake and the real Wei Wuxian encountered each other — and it was the two of them who finally achieved the good thing!
"Maiden Jin, I...we, what should we do?" Xiao-Tao asked weakly.
At this time, Jin Rong was still in a trance, as if she were receiving an oracle from Heaven. The moment she returned to her senses, her eyes sharpened. There was an unknown fire, an equally unknown passion, burning in her gaze.
She looked like she had finally taken a glimpse into a brand-new world!
"Little Maid," She said, pressing Xiao-Tao’s shoulders with surprising force. "Go back. No need to report to anyone. Just treat it like your task has been completed." She spoke solemnly. "We have performed a meritorious deed, escorting two Mandarin Ducks to the marital bed. From tomorrow onward, their female admirers need not suffer unnecessary jealousy, nor fear that some random woman will steal their beloved Gongzi. May the two fan groups unite in harmony - Amitabha."
Xiao-Tao fell silent for a while, digesting the meaning of Jin Rong's words.
When the intention finally dawned on her, she responded with a similarly solemn reply, "This one understands!"
The little Maid flicked her sleeve and walked away.
She thought, 'The real Hero is one who leaves no name. Amitabha.'
Therefore, she also left decisively.
Even if the next day, LanlingJin wanted to find the Idiot who had caused the plan to be crooked beyond recognition, they couldn't find her trace --- as she had retired from the stage, while hiding her merit and fame.