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That evening, Ao Yan attended to Lin Qingmo after dinner, gently carrying him into the bath barrel for a soak. As Ao Yan turned to tidy up something on the bed, Lin Qingmo had no desire to know what it was. Given the events of that dream and his incomplete understanding of Ao Yan, Lin Qingmo was convinced that Ao Yan was a frivolous and unscrupulous playboy. He imprisoned him while wishing to be with the Plum Blossom Fairy, enjoying the best of both worlds. The thought of escape never left his mind. He longed to flee, taking with him a heart heavy with bitterness, treating everything that happened in the Dragon Palace as a mere dream. Perhaps this was just a dream; he believed it wouldn’t last long before waking up.
Ao Yan lifted Lin Qingmo out of the bath barrel and dried his body. "Wife, you smell so good!" Ao Yan said as he leaned in to sniff Lin Qingmo, planting a passionate kiss on his neck. He carried Lin Qingmo to the bed but did not dress him in undergarments. Instead, he retrieved a bright red embroidered peony bellyband from earlier and wrapped it around Lin Qingmo. This felt like an insult to Lin Qingmo; he believed Ao Yan was seeking traces of the Plum Blossom Fairy in him, prompting a fierce resistance: "I won't wear it! I'm not a woman!" Ao Yan remained silent, his mood particularly good that night. He slowly raised Lin Qingmo's arms, binding his wrists together with a red silk ribbon that hung from the canopy.
"No! I won't wear it! Ao Yan, please don’t do this!" Lin Qingmo cried out in terror as his initial resistance turned into pleading. Yet Ao Yan remained unresponsive, taking Lin Qingmo’s earlobe into his mouth as if savoring a hot dumpling, rolling it around with his tongue. A shiver ran through Lin Qingmo, causing him to stop tearing at the bellyband. Over the past few days, Ao Yan had been diligently studying the erotic manual "Thousand Blooms of Chrysanthemums Open" while accumulating practical experience with Lin Qingmo, making rapid progress. Now he was filled with aphrodisiacal energy, easily bringing Lin Qingmo to the brink of ecstasy. Watching Lin Qingmo nearly melt in his embrace, Ao Yan smirked and kissed the nape of his neck before casually inserting a hairpin into his hair.
A large oval bronze mirror hung from the canopy, reflecting both of them. When Lin Qingmo caught sight of himself in the mirror, clad in the bright red bellyband with legs spread wide and head bowed in humiliation, he turned away in shame, holding back tears as he continued to plead with Ao Yan: "Please don’t do this; it’s too embarrassing." Ao Yan chuckled softly and replied, "What’s embarrassing about husband and wife sharing intimacy? I like seeing you like this." He leaned closer to Lin Qingmo's ear and whispered softly, "So beautiful."
Lin Qingmo felt both ashamed and furious; he shut his eyes tightly and bit down hard on his teeth. However, Ao Yan quickly grasped his chin and said in a low voice, "If you dare bite your tongue, I will destroy Lin Family Village as your punishment." He reached for a small wooden box by the bed and opened it to retrieve a pill. Forcing open Lin Qingmo's mouth, he shoved the pill inside: "You’ve always refused to take the elixir of immortality because you don’t care for me and don’t want to spend your life with me. But I love you! I’ve spoiled you all this time; how can I let you leave me when your life ends? Swallow it!"
Lin Qingmo felt a lump in his throat as the pill slid down.
Ao Yan was overjoyed. He slipped his hand inside Lin Qingmo's bellyband and began to knead his chest. "Mmm... no," Lin Qingmo squirmed against Ao Yan's chest, caught between wanting to resist and yielding. "Every part of you belongs to me," Ao Yan teased as his hand traveled down to Lin Qingmo's ribs and then paused at his flat stomach, drawing circles around his navel. "And here," he added playfully before finally resting on Lin Qingmo's most intimate area.
Slowly pushing himself inside Lin Qingmo while listening to his barely audible moans made Ao Yan calculate the timing carefully.
With each thrust from Ao Yan, Lin Qingmo was lifted higher until consciousness shattered upon impact—his mind turned into mush. Sweet moans seemed to come from someone else’s mouth as they mingled with the sound of hairpin clinking against each other in his ears. Leaning forward, he saw himself reflected in the mirror—his intimate area swallowing Ao Yan’s length. “Ah... ah... mmm—” Lin Qingmo cried out helplessly as overwhelming pleasure consumed him.
Breathless yet maintaining some clarity of mind, Ao Yan saw that the moment had arrived. He grabbed a small white porcelain bottle from beside the bed and held it up to Lin Qingmo's lips coaxingly: “Wife, drink this. If you do, I’ll let you go tomorrow.”
Lin Qingmo opened his watery eyes and obediently parted his lips.
Ao Yan’s hands trembled with excitement just then when suddenly voices called from outside: “Ao Yan! Come out!” The voice grew closer while Xi'er’s urgent warning followed: “Your Highness! Hurry out! The Princess is here!”
“Mother!” Ao Yan exclaimed in shock as he instinctively poured water from the bottle into Lin Qingmo’s mouth. “Cough cough... let go,” Lin Qingmo protested as he pushed away Ao Yan’s hand only for Ao Yan to jerk back at the sudden movement.
Seeing that Lin Qingmo was splattered with Parent-Child River made Ao Yan’s heart ache deeply; fortunately, there was still half a bottle left on the table.
“Ao Yan! Come out!” His mother’s voice drew nearer. In haste, Ao Yan dressed Lin Qingmo quickly. Suddenly there was a loud clang as the room shook slightly.
“Your Highness! The Princess is here! You need to come out now!” Xi'er shouted at full volume.
Grinding his teeth in frustration at Xi'er’s timely warning about their mother’s arrival—“If she hadn’t come suddenly! You share half this blame!”—Ao Yan thought furiously while Bivalve Shell slowly opened its mouth.
His mother stood poised with a sword in one hand and an arrow sheath adorned with gold trim in another; just as she prepared to swing her sword toward Bivalve Shell upon seeing them emerge together, she swiftly retracted her weapon into its sheath.
“Ao Yan! What brings you here?” he asked playfully while trying to maintain composure.
Mother Ao’s gaze swept over him before landing on Lin Qingmo cradled in his arms. With their intimate posture so suggestive after what had just transpired between them—Lin Qingmo felt utterly embarrassed under her scrutinizing gaze.
He attempted to extricate himself from Ao Yan’s embrace but found that Ao Yan tightened his grip instead.
Mother Ao tilted her head slightly upward before breaking her silence after what felt like an eternity: “Qingmo, come here.”
“Uh... I...” The sudden command startled Lin Qingmo; he stammered for words while remembering he hadn’t addressed her properly yet blurted out: “Madam... I...”
“Ao Yan! Is it true that you’ve imprisoned Qingmo and nearly killed an ordinary person?” Mother Ao’s voice turned stern as she fixed her piercing gaze on him.
Ao Yan lowered his head slightly and muttered under his breath: “I’ve been treating Qingmo well; he is my wife! There’s no such thing as imprisonment! As for that ordinary person... didn’t I let him go?”
Talking back to Mother Ao made him shrink back slightly; there was an unmistakable tone of petulance mixed with affection in his voice.
"Bang!" Mother Ao suddenly slammed the table, causing Lin Qingmo and Ao Yan to tremble. Mother Ao said, "You still dare to deny it? As a husband, you will one day be a father, yet you sulk and act jealous, nearly taking a life, and even imprisoning your own wife." Her hand brushed against a small bottle on the table; she picked it up, opened the soft stopper, and sniffed it before casting a glance at Ao Yan. Feeling guilty, Ao Yan lowered his head. "Parent-Child River—" Mother Ao grew furious again, "Did you even ask Qingmo if she was willing?" She threw the bottle to the ground, and Ao Yan reached out his hands to stop her, shouting, "Mother, don't!"
Suddenly freed from Ao Yan's grasp, Lin Qingmo lost her balance and began to topple over. Quick as a flash, Mother Ao dashed forward, spun around, and caught Lin Qingmo in her arms. Meanwhile, Xi'er, who had been hiding behind the bench watching the scene unfold, rolled over and caught the bottle with her body just as it hit the ground. "Qingmo, I’m taking you with me. You need to reflect on this. As for when you return, that’s up to you," Mother Ao said as she looked at Lin Qingmo and asked, "Qingmo, do you want to come with me?" Lin Qingmo nodded eagerly, "Yes, ma'am, I want to."
Upon hearing this, Ao Yan's expression changed dramatically. "Mother, don’t take him away! I—I don’t care about him! Just don’t take my wife away; I can’t live without him!"
Mother Ao seemed not to hear him as she led Lin Qingmo outside. Suddenly, Ao Yan—the domineering and arrogant Dragon Prince who was already a husband and wished to be a father—began rolling on the ground, crying out, "Don’t take my wife away! Don’t take my wife away! I can’t live without him. Mother, I beg you!" But Mother Ao had already stepped out of the house.
Knowing his mother’s character was always firm and unyielding, he realized that rolling on the ground wouldn’t work this time; he had no choice but to take a gamble. He simply couldn’t imagine life without Lin Qingmo. Ao Yan rushed out of the house and suddenly charged at Mother Ao with fierce momentum, reaching out to snatch Lin Qingmo from her arms. The wind whistled past his ears as Mother Ao swiftly turned around; her flowing sleeves whipped up a gust of wind that enveloped Ao Yan and pushed him backward into the house. The force of the wind was so strong that even the Bivalve Shell was overturned. In the end, Lin Qingmo was taken away by Mother Ao.
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