Warning: Non-con. Feel free to skip this chapter, it won’t really make a difference to the plot.
Yan Yihuan was stunned.
In his mind, Zhao Chufeng had always been an aloof and cold beauty. Even that night in Linjing, his actions had been driven by alcohol, a moment of impulsive behavior. He never imagined that the guest rooms in his house would have such items, and that they were even prepared by the bedside!
“Truly, you can’t judge a person by their appearance, I thought you were a gentleman!” His legs, still trying to struggle, were gripped tightly, causing sharp pain. Beads of sweat formed on Yan Yihuan’s forehead. “How many filthy things have you done on this bed!”
“Jealous?” Zhao Chufeng seemed to be in a good mood. He pressed down harder, pinning Yan Yihuan’s wildly kicking legs firmly.
“I’ve been preparing this room since four months ago, waiting for today.”
His deep voice whispered in Yan Yihuan’s ear, leaving him dumbfounded.
Four months ago, waiting for today?
How could Zhao Chufeng have known four months ago that he would be coming? So much had happened in just a few short hours that Yan Yihuan felt his brain was no longer functioning properly. He couldn’t make sense of how all this had come about.
“Still spacing out at a time like this?”
The warm breath brushed against his ear, and Zhao Chufeng’s voice made Yan Yihuan instinctively shrink back. A tingling sensation shot from his ear straight to his heart, but before he could process the feeling, he first caught a whiff of a fragrance, then, he was so startled that his voice trembled slightly,
“Let… let go of me!”
At this moment, it actually sounded more like he was acting coquettish. Yan Yihuan paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth while struggling, and cursed loudly,
“Zhao Chufeng, you bastard! You corrupt official, shameless scoundrel! I am the third son of the King Yan, personally summoned to the capital by the Emperor. If you dare touch me today, tomorrow I’ll tell the Emperor to seize your property and punish you!”
Yan Yihuan cursed incoherently, but Zhao Chufeng’s actions didn’t slow down in the slightest.
“Go ahead, report me,”
Zhao Chufeng’s tone was completely indifferent. Yan Yihuan’s breath hitched. He hadn’t expected Zhao Chufeng to be so bold, disregarding not only his status as King Yan’s son, but even the Emperor himself!
Seeing that Zhao Chufeng was now completely driven by lust, Yan Yihuan knew being forceful wouldn’t work. After a moment’s thought, he suddenly softened his voice,
“It hurts…”
This almost coquettish tone really managed to startle Zhao Chufeng, his movements slowing down. Yan Yihuan felt a flicker of joy in his heart, secretly thinking that Zhao Chufeng really was someone who responded to softness rather than force. Feeling the restraints on his body loosen slightly, he quickly shifted upward, slipping out of Zhao Chufeng’s control.
Yan Yihuan brows furrowed tightly. With tears still lingering in his eyes from the earlier pain, he took two small breaths with his slightly reddened nose, looking utterly pitiful.
Having been pampered and spoiled since childhood, he was well-versed in the art of playing cute to get his way. Whether with his parents or older brothers, whenever he used this tactic, it was guaranteed to work.
“Did it really hurt that much?” Zhao Chufeng asked, his thumb brushing against the corner of Yan Yihuan’s eye. A tear slid down, trailing into the curve of his ear. Zhao Chufeng’s gaze slightly softened as he straightened up. Yan Yihuan felt a surge of joy in his heart, thinking Zhao Chufeng truly intended to let him go. But the joy in his eyes lasted only a moment, for he watched helplessly as Zhao Chufeng untied his belt.
Yan Yihuan was terrified. How could he have imagined that Zhao Chufeng, who had a face like that of an immortal, would be this…
“You shameless bastard! I’ll kill you tomorrow, no, today!” Yan Yihuan cursed weakly, but the rest of his words were choked back into his throat.
The moon hung high in the sky. The servant standing guard outside kept their gaze straight and face emotionless, but the sweat trickling down their temple betrayed their inner unease.
From time to time, the muffled sounds of someone begging for mercy could be heard from within. Yet each time that pitiful voice arose, the clinking of chains only grew more frantic.
After an unknown amount of time, the room finally fell silent, and the guard outside finally breathed a sigh of relief. He suddenly felt a chill on his back and realized that his clothes were already soaked.
Don’t…don’t wear him out too much.1t/n: I think this is the guard’s thoughts
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When Yan Yihuan woke up in a daze, he didn’t know why he felt sore all over his body. It wasn’t until he tried to get up and was met with pain all over his body, that the memories of yesterday came crashing down like a mountain, leaving him stunned for a long time.
Yesterday, …
He was forced by Zhao Chufeng?!
Yan Yihuan lay stiffly on the bed, staring blankly at the bed canopy above. After a moment, as if he suddenly came to his senses, he grabbed the edge of the quilt with both hands and slowly lifted it.
A faint medicinal fragrance wafted from beneath the quilt, slightly different from the lingering scent in his memory from last night. The refreshing feeling all over his body left him somewhat dazed, because the intertwined, sticky sensations from before still lingered vividly in his mind.
This feeling…
Yan Yihuan’s entire body instantly turned as red as boiled shrimp. In a moment of excitement, he accidentally pulled at that spot, causing a sharp pain that made him cry out in agony. However, the sound seemed to be stuck in his throat, barely audible to anyone but himself. Feeling wronged, tears welled up in Yan Yihuan’s eyes.
This is a great humiliation, an absolute disgrace!
“A…attendant!” Yan Yihuan shouted forcefully. As soon as the words fell, an old servant entered, bowing respectfully.
“Greetings, Third Young Master.”
Although covered with a brocade quilt, Yan Yihuan was completely bare underneath. He clutched the corner of the quilt tightly, hiding everything except his eyes.
“Where is Zhao Chufeng?”
“The young master had some matters to attend to and went out. He instructed this old servant to apply more medicine for you once you woke up and to assist you with your meal.”
“A-apply medicine!?” Yan Yihuan was so shocked that his tongue almost got tangled, “I don’t need any medicine applied!”
“The young master said to only have this old servant help you apply the medicine on your wrist. As for other areas, the young master specifically instructed that he would handle it himself,” the old servant replied with a calm expression, as if what he was saying was not the least bit indecent.
Zhao Chufeng had clearly prepared this room for such clandestine activities, likely indulging in them daily. Otherwise, how could even the household servants be so unbothered and accustomed to it?
Yan Yihuan couldn’t help but shiver with disgust. No, he had to leave quickly while Zhao Chufeng was away!
As the thought of leaving crossed his mind, Yan Yihuan suddenly remembered the palace banquet scheduled for tonight. With the new emperor ascending the throne and his temperament still a mystery, skipping the banquet could lead to severe consequences for the Yan family if the emperor chose to take offense.
Fine then, let’s deal with the important matters first, and settle the score with Zhao Chufeng later!
“I have urgent matters to attend to tonight and must leave immediately. If you dare stop me, you’ll be guilty of deceiving the emperor, a crime punishable by death!” Yan Yihuan glared with his almond-shaped eyes, attempting to issue a stern threat. However, paired with his soft, babyish face, the effect was far from what he intended.
The old servant hesitated for a moment, seemingly debating whether to cooperate, and finally sighed, revealing a hint of fear in his expression. “This old servant wouldn’t dare. It’s just that before the young master left this morning, he specifically prepared a court robe for you to wear to tonight’s banquet. He also instructed that if he was too busy, the household should ensure you are escorted to the palace banquet.”
“What could he possibly be busy with!” Yan Yihuan fumed, his anger flaring. “Busy visiting brothels, no doubt!”
“I may not have a title or official position, but I am still the third son of the Yan royal family! You are confining me, this is treason, outright banditry!” Yan Yihuan’s words began to falter as he ran out of things to hurl in anger. In the end, the old servant brought a bowl of scallop congee to silence him.
Zhao Chufeng did not return, but the medicine he had applied earlier seemed to be surprisingly effective. By the time dusk arrived, the pain had significantly lessened, it was at least enough for Yan Yihuan to get out of bed and walk a few steps while supporting his waist.
As the hour of the palace banquet drew near, seeing the servant hold the court robe patiently for what felt like forever, Yan Yihuan reluctantly gritted his teeth and put it on. After some preparation, if it weren’t for the faint ache still lingering in his body, he would once again be the dashing, jade-like young master.
He pulled open his collar and checked himself in the bronze mirror from side to side. At least Zhao Chufeng still had some conscience left, although his body was in a complete mess, there were no marks left above his collarbone. Otherwise, he truly wouldn’t have the face to attend the palace banquet.
Once fully dressed, Yan Yihuan had just risen and barely managed to straighten his waist when a guard approached with a black blindfold in hand. Before he could react, the guard spoke a polite yet firm “Apologies” and swiftly covered his eyes, plunging him into darkness.
But before Yan Yihuan could struggle, the guard added,
“The master instructed that if you are unwilling to wear the blindfold, you may be bound hand and foot like before for the journey in the sedan chair.”
Yan Yihuan’s hand, reaching for the black cloth, paused. A sense of humiliation surged through him like a tide, soon replaced by a burning fury.
Zhao Chufeng, just you wait. Once I meet the Emperor tonight, it will be your doom!
