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Warmth under the Spring Crimson Canopy
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Yan Xiaowang Twelve years later, after the destruction of Han, Wei, and Zhao by Zhibo, they were divided and established as vassal states. Chu grew strong and feared that the four states would become powerful, so in the fifteenth year, it attacked Zhao and captured ten cities. Zhao Xiangzi was greatly alarmed and sent his youngest son Ji Xun to Chu as a hostage. Yan, Han, and Wei Three Kingdoms feared Chu's military actions, so that year, all selected their young princes to enter Chu. Yan Xiaowang wanted his middle son Qi to go to Chu, but Crown Prince Dan refused, saying, "I am the eldest son; why should my younger brother suffer? I wish to go to Chu as a hostage." At that time, Crown Prince Dan was only ten years old, just a child. People praised his great courage and kindness, saying it was a great fortune to have a son as king.
《Yan Family——Crown Prince Yan Dan Chapter One》
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As winter passed and spring arrived, the willows burst into green. The warm spring breeze turned the vast wheat fields green and rippled the quietly flowing river.
By the wheat field, by the riverbank, stood a young girl dressed in pink. Her long hair was as beautiful as black silk, held back with a few red ribbons. Her face was free of makeup, exuding a natural beauty that resembled "pearls unmoving between two brows, with lead powder faded revealing true beauty." She was at the prime of her youth, her skin fairer than snow, incredibly charming. At this moment, she faced the river, seemingly lost in thought, ethereal and distant, like a peach blossom smiling at the rising and falling winds and the drifting clouds in the warm spring breeze.
Suddenly, she heard light footsteps behind her. A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth as she softly asked, "Is that you, Xun?"
A voice responded with an "mm," followed by a pair of hands gently covering her eyes. Those hands were large and slightly rough, unlike their usual delicate touch. She thought it might be because he had started practicing swordsmanship recently; his body had always been frail, so strengthening himself through martial arts was good.
She laughed lightly and tried to grab his hands. "Why did you come so late?"
"Mm." There was no further response; his voice sounded different from usual.
The girl couldn't help but wonder, "Is Xun unwell?"
"My throat... feels uncomfortable. Cough cough..."
She pried his fingers apart slightly and peeked through a gap to see the poorly embroidered Auspicious Cloud pattern on his sleeve. She felt somewhat relieved; she had spent a month making that outfit...
"You should take care of yourself; don’t stay out in the wind at night. Did you hold Aquan on the roof again? How many times do I have to tell you before you listen?" She chattered on while a hint of happiness bloomed on her lips.
Aquan was a dog he raised; he often played with it while holding it in his arms. He always said that she and Aquan were his favorites and that he wanted to spend his life with both of them. He was Zhao Country Prince, and she was Crown Prince Yan. They were destined not to be together for life. At that time, although she sternly told him not to fantasize about such things, her heart felt sweet.
The young man let out a soft "hm," but he did not loosen his grip on her eyes. His breath brushed against her neck, creating an indescribable tingling sensation.
The girl felt her heart flutter and remembered the reason she had called him here. She couldn't help but bite her lower lip. "I, um... want to tell you something..."
"What is it?"
"I... um, actually am a... girl."
"Understood."
For some reason, he hesitated slightly at the word "understood." The girl was mildly surprised. "How did you know? When did you find out?"
When did he find out? The young man looked away, a hint of bitterness in his expression. He had always been attentive to her; it was just that he could never see himself in her eyes.
From the first time he saw her, he felt she was not like a boy. At that time, he was too young to discern much. But now, it was truly startling; her developing figure revealed more of a woman's charm. It was hard to imagine that just yesterday, everything had been so flat and unremarkable.
He realized she was a girl two years ago when he accidentally caught a glimpse of her bathing in the guest room. That was when he understood how much he had missed. When she discovered him, she stood before him in a sheer white shirt and hit him on the head with the door latch. Although his head was bleeding profusely, his heart was filled with joy; he even thought it was wonderful. Seeing him smile, she assumed she had knocked some sense out of him and leaned down to check on him, her round chest brushing against his forehead, causing his nose to bleed uncontrollably.
That night was a brutal one; it took over a month for his injuries to heal, leaving a large scar on his head. She made him promise to keep it a secret, and he agreed, deciding never to tell anyone, especially Ji Xun.
Later on, in an attempt to win Ji Xun's heart, she once wanted to transform herself into a more alluring and mature version of herself. She asked him to help her find the most popular courtesan from the largest brothel to teach her the ways of charming women. She learned many things: how to convey countless words with just a glance, how to delicately lift a teacup with elegant fingers, and how to hold a soft scarf in front of her face... Each of these actions she performed flawlessly, but he did not like it; he preferred seeing her standing before him with her hands on her hips, calling him a fool rather than this heavily perfumed appearance.
Recalling these memories made his heart ache even more. Eight years had passed—eight years of waiting—but he still could not earn even a smile from her.
He lowered his voice and said, "You're wearing female attire."
The girl chuckled at his words; given her appearance before him, the answer was already obvious.
"Am I beautiful?"
"A-Dan is very beautiful," he whispered, reaching out to touch her cheek. How many times had he wanted to do this? It was only today that he truly felt it; the warm touch was intoxicating.
Feeling a bit ticklish, she chuckled, "I thought you were a modest gentleman, but it turns out you're just as deceitful as that scoundrel Zhong Xue."
The corners of his mouth twitched, and his expression seemed a bit pained. "I speak from the heart. Does A-Dan not like it?"
A-Dan was the nickname they used when they were alone together, while "others," including Zhong Xue, would call her "Bodan" or "Yan Dan." In fact, her surname was not Yan; it should be Ji, Ji Dan, but it was easily mispronounced as "chicken egg." She didn't like it, so she changed the name.
At this moment, the girl felt a surge of joy in her heart. As the saying goes, a woman beautifies herself for the one she loves. To see him today, she had indeed dressed up. The new rouge and light gauzy skirt were personally chosen by Zhong Xue. Pink suited her well; it made her look even more delicate.
"A-Dan likes it," she said, her cheeks slightly flushed, shyly twisting the hem of her dress as if she wanted to crush the silk satin.
The girl was extremely anxious because she knew that perhaps this would be her only chance to be a woman in this lifetime. After today, she would return to the Yan Kingdom to become Crown Prince Yan. From then on, they would be forever separated; even if they met again, they would be strangers. Now, she had to make up her mind to do what she had always wanted to do. She wanted to give herself completely to him...
Taking a deep breath, she softly exhaled warm air onto his wrist. "I have something for you; I wonder if you will like it?"
"What is it?"
"My... body."
The boy trembled, his voice quivering slightly. "What do you want to do...?"
The girl's voice was gentle like a spring breeze in March. "I just want to be a woman once and give myself... to the one I love."
A rosy hue spread across her fair face, as if it could bleed at any moment. Her cheeks were so hot they felt like fire; even his hand that covered her eyes was scorched by the heat.
The young man's face suddenly showed a hint of pain; after all, she still wanted to be with him. Was he really not as good as Ji Xun?
There was a faint sense of joy, but alas, it was him who came today and not Ji Xun. She should belong to him alone.
Grinding her teeth, she said, "Alright! But I'm shy; can you cover A-Dan's eyes?"
The girl shyly bit her lip and nodded. She was also shy; after all, it was her first time, and being face to face with him in such a remote place was better avoided.
The young man trembled as he tore off the collar of his robe to cover her eyes. Looking at her face, which was as beautiful as peach blossoms, an infinite affection rose in his heart.
She was the person he loved the most, and now she would forever belong to him...
Joy, overwhelming joy, nervousness, immense nervousness... In this extreme emotional state, his entire body felt strangely stimulated.
He was shaking, as if standing in a fierce wind, every part of his body trembling slightly. Yet his hands remained gentle as they cradled her exquisite face and pressed a wet kiss on her lips. Then he leaned down and kissed her tender lips. Slowly, like a dragonfly touching water, the kiss grew more intense, intricate and close-knit without leaving any gaps. This almost frenzied kiss made her feel a bit dizzy.
The girl’s delicate body trembled lightly. Before coming here, she had drunk a few cups to bolster her courage, and now the alcohol surged through her veins, leaving her mind almost blank.
The young man mumbled something under his breath that she couldn't hear because his lips were awakening feelings in her that she had never experienced before. She fell into a daze; before this moment, there had been nothing but confusion and his lips pressed tightly against hers. His taste lingered in her mouth, his breath filled her lungs. For some reason, in that instant, she felt that the person before her was not Ji Xun but someone else she dared not even think about.
Was it just her illusion? She wanted to speak, but his lips pressed down again, sending waves of unprecedented excitement through her. This sensation was a mix of joy and fear, madness and exhilaration; it was also a surrender to those powerful arms, those rough lips, and the desire that came too swiftly.
It seemed for the first time in her life she encountered someone stronger than herself. Unlike the usual gentle storms that would rush at her, this one struck at her delicate body with force that frightened her. She didn’t want to be a woman anymore; she cried out for him to let her go.
But the young man ignored her pleas and kissed her even more passionately. He savored every moment and traced circles along the contours of her lips with his tongue. His lips slowly moved from hers to where the wide robe had slipped off her body onto her soft skin.
Her body began to tremble slightly from the gentle stimulation; the girl grew increasingly afraid and struggled against him, pushing him away. But he remained unmoved. He cradled her head gently and kissed her softly, moving his lips down from her collarbone all the way to the snowy peaks of her body. His tall frame pressed her firmly against the grass. The lush green grass bent beneath her weight; she could smell the fresh scent of grass in her nostrils while lying on the soft cool ground. Gradually losing strength amidst his advances and struggles, she lay limply on the grass with an expression that hinted at anticipation on her face.
As if being encouraged, the young man opened the gauze skirt and lifted up the moon-white clothes inside, and suddenly found that the hem was soaked. His movements were gentle and forceful, not unfamiliar at all, as if he was a little skilled, as if he was used to it. The girl gasped, "Xiao, why do you do this?" "I learned from books." He hesitated. "When did you read the book? Why didn't you read it with me?" It was only at this moment that she realized that it felt so good to be kissed by him. "You had no time to care about him then." He quickly slid his fingers between the petals, leaving her no time to think. She could only be immersed in the tide of desire he created and enjoy the happiness he created. But how could he learn this from a book? He had had this experience since he was eleven years old. Unfortunately, if he could escape at that time, he would rather die than know this. It was a humiliating experience that I will never forget... "Hmm... um..." Waves of pleasure came from the girl's body. Her hands tightly grasped the grass beside her, and she bit her lips lightly to leave a shallow mark. It was longing, longing for him. The young man couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth. His big hand moved to her belly and touched it gently. Just this little contact made her moan. "Ah..." The girl twisted, her body reacting in the most honest way. The girl moaned repeatedly and kept lifting her upper body. She felt so uncomfortable. Her untouched body was twisting and the waves of desire kept rolling over her. At this time, her neck was thrown back, her long hair was messy, pink appeared on her white neck, the collar of her dress was wide open, and the two lumps of cream-like milk on her chest rose and fell with the movements of her body, looking particularly alluring. He removed his clothes, freed himself, and then moved slightly, allowing her to adjust to his size. Suddenly, he stirred inside her, using a strange rhythmic movement, and this strange rhythm flooded through her. She felt him pressing against her, and he stayed still inside her for a while. When he started to move, in the sudden and irrepressible desire to conquer, something new and thrilling inside her woke up in the fluctuations. Turning around, it was like the flick of a gentle flame, as gentle as feathers, running straight towards the light, seeming to dissolve her, dissolving her entire inside. It made her forget what she was doing and who he really was. After a long time, the girl collapsed on the grass, her soft and milky white body uncovered. The boy picked her up and sat on him. Her black hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her cheeks, her starry eyes were slightly closed, and she was charming. He couldn't help but pressed a deep kiss on her lips. Today is the transformation from girl to woman, she has completed it. The girl was a little happy and a little sad. She was happy that she finally became his woman, but sad that what would happen if we couldn't meet each other again?
She touched the damp grass beside her and felt a bit lost. She softly asked, "Xun, are you still there?"
"I'm here," he replied, gazing into the distance. At that moment, the sun was setting, and the last rays of light slanted across, casting everything on the ground in a hazy rose color.
The surroundings were silent when suddenly a dog ran over. Upon seeing him, it sniffed between its legs and crouched down to show friendliness.
He shot a glare at it, but unfortunately, it wasn't his dog.
"Are you still there?" she asked again, and the only response was the rustling of leaves in the wind.
He had already left, gone far away. When she pulled down the cloth tied around her eyes, she could no longer find any trace of him.
Was he... shy?
The girl felt a wave of shyness as well. She got up and put on her clothes, her face still flushed red...
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