At dinnertime, three servants of the Zhou mansion brought a lavish meal to the distinguished guest. They all saw the distinguished guest carrying an unconscious little maidservant into his own hall.

  No one dared to ask any questions, nor did they have the courage to even glance at the distinguished guest behind the screen in the inner room to see if he was "at it." The three servants quickly set the dishes on the table and then hurried out of the small hall.

  Precisely two quarters of an hour later, no more, no less, the news of "the distinguished guest forcefully overpowering the little maidservant" spread throughout the Zhou mansion, and all the maidservants felt a sense of impending danger.

  Before the anesthetic completely consumed her, her vague murmurs were quite interesting—

  Taking what others love, without fulfilling their desires?

  A soft heart is incurable?

  Also, that so-called method of dealing with madness... guiding? Releasing?

  Leisalang narrowed his deep eyes again as if in thought, catching a few clues faintly, and her alluring posture straddling his sister clearly reappeared in his mind...

  What trick is this little girl playing?

  Hmm, no.

  He had misunderstood.

  Although the woman before him was young, she was by no means the little girl he had initially thought.

  He carried her back to his hall, lit the room, and moved the lamp closer, only then did he see her appearance clearly.

  Her dark, lustrous hair spread out like warm clouds. Her face was no bigger than his palm, her delicate eyebrows and thick lashes were all lively, and even in her sleep, something seemed to emanate from her.

  Perhaps it was the effect of the anesthetic, a faint blush spread across her delicate cheekbones, as if she were drunk. A sweet scent, mixed with her unique fragrance, wafted from her nose, and her slightly full lips were red and alluring.

  Was her appearance considered extremely beautiful among Han girls?

  He pondered and pondered. To be honest, Leisalang couldn't make a definitive judgment, because her features were immersed in an indescribable charm, and her age was difficult to guess. The more he looked, the more confused he became, and the more confused he became, the more he wanted to look closely, and then he went back and forth endlessly...

  She was a "bane."

  No wonder she always lowered her head, letting her hair cover her face, and often prostrated herself on the ground, trembling with fear from time to time. She would often take four or five times to answer a single question completely, all because she was imitating the little maids in the Zhou mansion who looked at him as if they had seen a ghost.

  If not for her peculiar habit of being so timid, he would have completely ignored her.

  ...You dare to trick me, if you fall into my hands next time, you'll be in trouble...

  A rough smile curved his lips, and a hint of cruel amusement glinted in his eyes.

  Come to think of it, the last person who offended him with words should have had their bones eroded by the rolling yellow sand. It was rare to find someone threatening him again, so he might as well play the "trick" thoroughly!

  She woke up at the crack of dawn.

  Shivering with cold, she curled up, mumbling vaguely, her little hands groping lazily.

  "Aunt Shuang... lend me a hug... it's cold..." Huh, her wrist was held tightly, she couldn't break free...

  "If I lend you a hug, you have to return it to me with interest." A warm breath sprayed into her neck.

  "Mmm..." Although her wrists were bound, her fingertips managed to touch something warm and large, and she just wanted to snuggle into it.

  Suddenly, someone fiercely gripped her body, and a heavy sensation pressed down. The person straddled her and grasped her breasts.

  Her chest trembled violently, and she had to wake up.

  Opening her eyes, she first noticed the firelight from the ceramic drum lamp on the low stool by the bed. She slowly shifted her gaze and saw the man's features divided by light and shadow in the dim light.

  Her Western barbarian ancestry made her skin exceptionally stern, her features deeply carved. Even normally, she was quite intimidating. Now, with a furrowed brow and a cold gaze, her thick eyelashes and slightly upturned nose cast shadows on her face. Her squinting eyes revealed no depth, and a non-benevolent aura erupted like a fierce tiger released from its cage.

  Yes, she remembered the cause and effect... Alas, a soft heart truly comes with a price...

  Are you trembling with fear?

  Hmm... her wrists were bound, and she was pinned naked beneath a fierce man, even her undergarments were gone. She was as bare as a newborn lamb. Not to be startled and frightened would almost be an insult to the instigator before her...

  Her thoughts turned slowly, and her body woke up faster than her mind. She even moaned, and her chest involuntarily rose under the rubbing of two hard palms.

  "Master Leisalang tortures people so much, not only are my clothes taken, but not even a small quilt is given. You are fully dressed, and I am completely naked. If I really catch a cold, and we are so close, you will probably get sick too... Mmm... Ah..." She couldn't help but bite back a moan as the man's rough fingers repeatedly stroked her rosy nipples. Waves of strange burning sensations swept through her body. Her snake-like waist writhed, honestly responding to what she felt.

  A strange glint flashed in the man's brown eyes, and he uttered a sentence—

  "What is your purpose? Who sent you to attack Lanqier?"

  "Hmph... is this interrogation?" Her pretty eyes blinked again, her face flushed as if drunk. "Unfortunately, my target has never been your sister."

  His brows furrowed deeply. He looked down at her coldly for a moment, his lewd play with his fingers not stopping, his force almost brutal.

  "The target is not on Lanqier... then why did you lurk around her for days, insulting her, bullying her, and playing with her in this way?"

  "Mmm..." She gasped, trembling.

  Her reaction after waking up was far beyond his expectations. Not surprised, not afraid, not crying, not making a fuss – it was not the behavior of an ordinary girl.

  Although Leisalang was annoyed, the desire to conquer hidden in his bones and blood surged, fully awakened.

  He had an illusion that he felt a hint of sweetness and blood gushing from his throat. That bloodthirsty scent was more effective than any precious "essence-enhancing" or "strength-enhancing" spices in his hands, igniting his body heat like fire, his blood surging, and pushing him to the brink of losing control.

  Suddenly, he changed his straddling posture.

  He forcefully spread her legs apart, his strong iron arms supporting her snow-white thighs separately, and then pressed his waist against her, leaning down at her imposingly.

  He wanted to test her limits, to see how far he could invade before those seductive eyes became flustered with fear.

  This posture finally allowed her to see that her two ankles were locked by a silver chain. The chain was very thin and delicate, and by estimation, it should be about three feet long. Her hands were bound, her legs were chained, and now she truly looked like a small spring chicken, coated in sauce and roasted to a delicious aroma. It was not elegant, but it was definitely seductive.

  Her cheeks were covered in a rosy glow, and the coldness of the previous moment had long been driven to the ninth heaven.

  Her heart pounded like a drum, and heat rose. The delicate pores of her skin were all exuding a thin layer of sweat, and her whole body was moist, even her voice was tinged with a hint of sensuality.

  "Then you've wronged me. How could I be playing with Lanqier... Her madness suddenly flared up. No matter how good or pure the 'Calming Incense' you gave her was, if it was used daily and the dosage gradually increased, the madness would only be suppressed within her. One day, the 'Calming Incense' would lose its effect, and then, those toxins would rebound... " She panted slightly, as the man's gaze returned to her breasts again, this time more fiercely. His hands and lips took turns tormenting her, as if trying to kill her.

  Leisalang advanced step by step, conquering territory, his burning gaze never leaving her flushed face for a moment.

  She smiled enchantingly, blooming like a flower beneath him, with a kind of wild charm that showed no fear.

  "If you insist that I, this 'little maidservant,' lift my head, I knew I couldn't hide it anymore, and it was time to leave... Stumbling back to the attic for temporary refuge, before I could even run, your precious sister had a problem... Who told you to come so fast, alas, I was caught by Master Leisalang..."

  Damn it! "You used that method to treat her madness?" His sharp eyes narrowed, and with a strong sense of revenge, he bit her tender shoulder. There was a grain-sized cinnabar mole on that beautifully curved spot. According to Han customs, that was a woman's "shougongsha."

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  This girl was bold and unrestrained, with a seductive demeanor, yet she still had "shougongsha" on her?

  Shougongsha... If that were true, would it prove that she had not yet been with a man?

  However, she seemed to be quite familiar with this kind of thing, despite not having experienced marital bliss. It was truly contradictory and complex, making him linger on it.

  Under the man's hateful gnawing, she cried out in pain with a tender voice and laughed.

  "Hey... Master, you mustn't underestimate those methods. It's said that everyone has their own specialty. You are strong in your way, and I am strong in mine. You know how to mix 'essence-enhancing' and 'aphrodisiac' spices, and I am familiar with various 'yin-nourishing' 'Jade Room Secret Arts.' You haven't seen the capabilities of the women in our family. Those secret arts can strengthen the body and cure diseases. If you try them, even a strong man will become as soft as bending silk."

  "You want me to try?" Good heavens! She's not afraid of anything! Cornered, Leisalang's fiery desire surged, and he decisively freed one hand to quickly remove his belt and trousers.

  Her gentle smile subtly changed under the man's malicious squeeze, carrying a slight hint of tears.

  "If you continue, I will truly swallow you. To be ruined by me unknowingly, are you willing?" He slightly slowed his teasing, giving her another chance mercifully, his thick fingers caressing the small red spot on her shoulder.

  Was he waiting for her to beg for mercy?

  Alas, he would be disappointed.

  Her excited body trembled, almost unbearable, and she had always been unwilling to admit defeat!

  In this current situation, let it come, let it happen, who's afraid of whom? She had been observing this man for a while. A little over two months was enough for her to find him interesting. Although the man's rugged face was not handsome, his strong physique definitely met her needs.

  In this picturesque Jiangnan, men are not uncommon to be handsome and romantic, but none of them suited her taste. After much deliberation, she preferred strong men.

  She knew he had noticed her "shougongsha."

  But so what?

  She arched her body slightly, rubbing against him, humming softly.

  "...It's hard to say who will ruin whom. I don't care about a young girl's reputation at all, it's not worth three cents anyway. But to put it bluntly, it's my thing after all. Master Leisalang wants to snatch it away, fine, I'll play a couple of rounds with you—"

  Saying that, before she could finish speaking, her raised jade legs suddenly moved.

  Leisalang was defeated by underestimating her, by measuring her with the thoughts of an ordinary woman. He was slightly stunned, and his throat was already entangled by the fine silver chain on her feet.

  One moment she was speaking charmingly, the next she launched a surprise attack.

  "Hah..." Instantly, Leisalang's sharp eyes widened, staring straight at the woman below. The silver chain was pulled taut, fiercely constricting his breathing, threatening to break his neck.

  She was smiling, her pretty brows and eyes seemingly beckoning silently—

  Come on!

  If you have the guts, come on!

  This young lady is waiting here!

  He felt slightly dizzy, his face turning red from lack of air.

  He gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound, and with a deep breath, he tightened his jaw, resisting the tightening grip of her.

  Both of them were on the verge of a precipice. He could no longer be careless. A moment of distraction might cost him his life.

  Therefore, he had to fight back!

  Calming himself, he thrust forward. She frowned and cried out in pain, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Her legs immediately went weak, and the silver chain at her ankles was no longer imposing.

  His throat loosened, and he immediately broke free from the deadly chain.

  However, what was more deadly was at the place where they were tightly entwined. Perhaps it was prolonged abstinence, or perhaps the woman beneath him was too rampant, Leisalang could not control his burning desire.

  He possessed her, he possessed her passionately, with a hint of malice.

  She devoured him, claws and all, choosing to ignore the pain.

  She thought, since she had issued the challenge, she had to face it bravely and not allow herself to retreat.

  Clasping the enchanting soft body beneath him, Leisalang indulged in his ride, thrusting and attacking fiercely, without any tenderness. He vaguely knew that she enjoyed rougher treatment, which was good, because he couldn't be too gentle either. She liked roughness, so he would satisfy her.

  The night was chaotic and thunderous, the bed shook, and the gauze curtains swayed.

  "Ahhhhh—" Reaching the climax, he roared like a beast, his soul leaving his flesh at this moment, heading towards the ultimate beauty.

  Her eyelashes blinked as if she were smiling. A sudden glint flashed in her almond eyes. He caught a glimpse of golden light out of the corner of his eye, and his face instantly stiffened.

  Too late!

  He had still lost to underestimation.

  The first underestimation was because he was too arrogant; the second underestimation, he could consider himself foolish.

  When he was completely unprepared and most "weak," the woman's bound hands took out fine golden needles hidden in her dark hair. The needles were inserted with lightning speed, piercing the acupoint behind his ear.

  Leisalang smiled bitterly, his gaze, which seemed to want to tear her apart and swallow her into his abdomen, fixed on her without blinking. His body was stiff, and he couldn't even move his fingers. He guessed that the golden needles must have been infused with anesthetic.

  Lost, very lost... He had truly capsized in the gutter.

  Unable to bear it, he simply let his body press down like an iron ball. Hearing a muffled groan from the person below, he felt some solace...

  Three hours later, Leisalang woke up alone in a mess, with traces of blood on the mattress.

  He rushed out, and the hateful woman was nowhere to be found in the garden. However, what made him even more enraged was yet to come—

  She had knocked out the two Zhou mansion maids newly assigned to serve in the attic and had taken Lanqier away!

  Ten days later

  The spacious area was all laid with chestnut wood flooring, warm and gleaming. Layers of purple gauze curtains intentionally or unintentionally separated the space. The purple gauze curtains hung down from the ceiling, infused with different fragrances each season. As for the rows of carved sunshade boards and doors and windows, in addition to daily dusting, the little maids also had to oil them every season and infuse them with sandalwood.

  The art of "incense burning" was considered one of the "unique secret skills" in this "Feixia Tower."

  To be honest, there were hundreds of "secret skills" in "Feixia Tower," but as long as one could master one or two of them, even if there was no way out in life, it would be enough to earn money to support oneself and one's family.

  At this moment, the rush grass curtain leading to the outdoor sky terrace was rolled up high. After several days of rain, the weather finally cleared today. The wind sang like a song, and the lily-of-the-valley wind chimes hanging outside the sky terrace tinkled. Inside, the purple gauze fluttered, filled with the faint scent of gardenia.

  The woman was lazily leaning on a daybed, which had no legs, like a long cushion with a backrest and armrests, perfectly placed on the chestnut wood floor. When she was tired, she could slide down and sleep, relaxing in any way she pleased.

  "Aunt Shuang, it can't be opened. I've asked the Twelve Golden Hairpins to take a look, and even a skilled locksmith like Fourth Aunt couldn't break it. Just leave it like this. It doesn't hurt or itch anyway. Someone will naturally find a way to unlock it when the time comes." She rubbed her feet, and the fine silver chain at her ankle made a crisp sound.

  The middle-aged beautiful woman, dressed in a skirt, sat by her legs and sighed faintly. She finally withdrew her gaze from her feet.

  "You're still the eldest sister. Your three younger sisters all look up to you as an example, but you always act so rashly. You disappeared for more than two months, and when you came back, you brought back a silent sick girl, and you have a strange chain on your legs. That sick girl is fine, after all, 'Feixia Tower' has taken in another unfortunate woman. But this silver chain..." She paused, exhaled like orchids, and sighed again. "The more famous our 'Feixia Tower' becomes, the more worried I am about you, for fear that some people will look down on us and try to make trouble for you."

  The woman giggled playfully.

  "I've had too many comfortable days. When someone comes to make trouble for me, I'll be happy!"

  "Nonsense!" The beautiful woman tapped her forehead with her index finger.

  She pretended to dodge and simply threw her arms around the beautiful woman, rubbing against her soft chest.

  "Alas, Aunt Shuang, during my time away, the thing I missed most was your fragrant and soft body. It was so warm to hug, I even dreamed about it!"

  "You child, you're already officially in charge, but you're getting more and more unruly." The beautiful woman couldn't resist her spoiled behavior and her heart softened, a smile appearing at the corner of her lips. But before the smile could fully bloom, her eyes were drawn to an unusual small spot, and she suddenly asked in surprise, "Daxiang, where did your shougongsha go?"

  "What?! Theowner's shougongsha—"

  "Is it gone?!"

  "Is it true?"

  "Let me see! Hurry and let me see!"

  "Don't push! It hurts, it hurts... Who stepped on my three-inch golden lotus? Hmm,owner, hug me and blow on me, I'm so pitiful..."

  Just as Aunt Shuang asked her question, outside the layers of purple gauze, six or seven Golden Hairpins, who adhered to the principle of "never stand if you can sit, never sit if you can lie down," rushed forward. They surrounded Daxiang, whose collar was loose and exposed half of her fragrant shoulder. The pitiful "me" even pounced forward to occupy the best position. With a casual grab of her jade fingers, she pulled off Daxiang's loosely hanging outer garment, revealing her delicate shoulder to the eyes of all the women.

  The Golden Hairpins peered closely, then pinched, stroked, and sniffed. They all smiled with joy.

  "Congratulations,owner! This is a great joyous occasion! We'll announce it to all our sisters in 'Feixia Tower' later! Wuwuwu~~ Ourowner has grown up... Oh oh oh, no, we can't cry like pear blossoms in the rain, it's too beautiful, beauty is also a sin..."

  "Theowner went to find a man during her absence, didn't she? How was it? Was the merchandise satisfactory? Alas~~owner, you're so annoying, so unrighteous, you didn't mention anything at all. Last time, at the 'Liuhongyuan,' there was a hundred-person 'bed war' of fifty against fifty. I had to curry favor with the old madam there to get you in to peek, and later you even got to watch three other shows, and I even took you to see the scene of two men 'dragon-yang union.' I taught you with all my heart, and you, you... you rode a man, and you didn't share your experience, you kept it a secret?" This made her Golden Hairpin both happy and sad...

  "I didn't keep it a secret. What's there to mention? It's not a big deal that would shock the world." Daxiang looked helpless. She caught sight of Aunt Shuang, who had been pushed to the outer perimeter by the Golden Hairpins, frowning in thought, and she sighed inwardly, knowing that Aunt Shuang would worry about her again.

  The Golden Hairpins continued to chatter noisily—

  "Your first time with a man, you swallowed his yang essence with your yin essence. We practice this art. From now on, theowner will advance to a new realm, and the road ahead will become smoother. How can this not be a big deal?"

  "Did theowner absorb the man's essence into her body? Hmm... that's not impossible, but we have to calculate the menstrual cycle. Once the day approaches, male essence cannot be kept in the body. You already know the method of contraction and expulsion, so I won't say any more!"

  Daxiang suddenly felt a chill. A Golden Hairpin sister poked her head under her skirt, digging and digging.

  "Let me sniff. My nose is very sensitive. I can tell if this gentleman who left his essence has a good physique, if he's long-lasting, and if he's durable, just by smelling his scent!"

  "Enough!" How many days have passed? How could there still be male essence inside? Do you really think I'm a paper tiger if I don't show some power? Daxiang's cheeks flushed, and she almost kicked the "me" Golden Hairpin away.

  She stood up abruptly and simply kicked all the chattering Golden Hairpin guests out of theowner's boudoir to get some peace and quiet.

  "Daxiang... was it the person who locked you with a silver chain?" Aunt Shuang asked quietly amidst the fluttering purple gauze.

  Hearing this, she pursed her lips, and there was a strange expression between her brows and eyes, almost like shyness. Even without speaking, this rare expression alone revealed everything.

  "Aunt Shuang, I know what I'm doing. Don't worry!"

  "Do you like him?"

  Huh?! Like... him?!

  She was slightly stunned, blinked, blinked again, and then suddenly smiled.

  "Hmm... I guess so." That man had an extraordinary physique and was full of energy, making her covetous. Of course, she liked him. However, although she knew a lot about the art of male-female intercourse, it was her first time. Moreover, the man she chose was of immense size, making it almost unbearable for her.

  Her first time was painful and hot, wet and messy, but still had something worth savoring.

  She thought, in the future, she would strengthen her practice, seize opportunities when good men appeared, and strive to use all the "Jade Room Secret Arts" of "Feixia Tower." Once she had mastered the art of controlling men and truly roamed freely in the Spring River, she, the owner of "Feixia Tower," would be worthy of the title.

  Seeing her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling, Aunt Shuang couldn't figure out what was going on in her head, so she could only sigh and shake her head.