Xie Lingwan’s fox-like eyes widened, her flushed cheeks glowing with springtime allure. Her delicate hands pushed lightly at the youth’s chest before wrapping around his neck.
Her tense body softened, as if melting into his embrace.
The Wei King’s Heir kissed gently, like sweet poison, stirring the deepest desires buried in Xie Lingwan’s heart.
Slowly, their lips parted reluctantly.
“Now, will Auntie Xie hear me out?” Ji Yanqing asked softly, cupping the beautiful widow’s face, aligning their gazes to convey his sincerity.
Xie Lingwan frowned, pouting coyly, “Why are you so skilled at this?”
“I’m just showing my feelings for Auntie,” Ji Yanqing said, his eyes clear as a spring. Though calm outwardly, his heart raced.
For years, to tarnish his reputation, he frequented brothels almost daily, occasionally spending silver to sip flower wine and taste the rouge on girls’ lips.
In short, he was just very experienced.
But if he admitted that, it’d be like pouring oil on a raging fire. By evening, Xie Lingwan would flee to Gusu, inconsolable.
“Such a smooth talker~” Xie Lingwan chided, her enchanting fox-like eyes capable of bewildering any man—a true femme fatale.
“About that marriage contract…” Ji Yanqing began.
“You dare mention it? A vassal Heir secretly engaged to some vixen, hiding it from your aunt?!” Xie Lingwan said, indignant, her small fists pounding his chest. Her flushed face lingered on the kiss’s aftertaste.
“Wrongly accused! It’s fake—just a tool to pry intel from a Xiao clan assassin,” Ji Yanqing said, half-laughing, half-crying.
“Xiao clan assassin?” Xie Lingwan murmured, her fox-like eyes flashing with worry, her slender fingers grazing his skin. “No more secrets from Auntie, understand?”
“I’ll obey Auntie,” Ji Yanqing said, nuzzling her creamy hand like a kitten, smiling gently. “So, do you forgive me, Auntie Xie?”
“Of course not!” she said, her voice dripping with charm, her nose greedily savoring his intoxicating scent. Unconsciously, she hugged him tightly, as in countless dreams.
Ji Yanqing’s face reddened, his cheek pressed against the soft, snowy fullness of her chest, like velvet pillows, exquisite to the touch.
The taboo thrill jolted his nerves. In a brothel, this would be fine, but with Auntie Xie—the sister who raised him—the emotions were entirely different.
“Tell me everything about the Xiao assassin, especially her ties to Miss Su. No lies!” Xie Lingwan demanded, her seductive tone tugging heartstrings, her allure undeniable.
If fox spirits existed, she’d be their queen.
Despite her sultry voice, Ji Yanqing caught a hidden edge of menace—her suspicions lingered.
After a moment’s thought, he whispered to her, detailing his assassination attempt and Weiyuan Escort Agency probe.
Mindful of her wariness, he didn’t outright lie but edited tactfully.
He omitted his flirtations with Su Ningyue and downplayed her lotus-like beauty to avoid Xie’s jealousy.
Listening to his vivid tale, Xie Lingwan’s expression grew grave. She knew noble clans valued profit over bonds.
But the Xiao clan’s actions were excessive. Yanqing was Xiao Yao’s son, their patriarch’s grandson. Was their blood tie so fragile?
She couldn’t fathom what weight Prime Minister Liu placed on the scales to sway the Xiao clan to assassinate Yanqing.
The Wei King, Minister of War and Auxiliary General, had many loyal officers in the border armies…
Unless Liu had a mastermind targeting not just Yanqing but the entire Wei King’s Mansion, even all vassal kings.
A figure standing in the Golden Throne Hall, eyeing Yanxia’s vast lands.
Yet Xie Lingwan kept her fears silent—voicing them would only add worry. Better to cherish the moment.
“So, Yanqing doesn’t like that Miss Su, right?” she asked softly.
He nodded without hesitation, having no other choice.
“Really? I don’t believe you,” she said. Her sixth sense, especially about Ji Yanqing, was razor-sharp.
“I swear, it’s true. Miss Su’s rough and freckled. How could I fancy her?” he insisted.
Qi Shu was Qi Shu; the Heir was the Heir.
Qi Shu liked Su Ningyue, not the Wei King’s Heir. Ji Yanqing kept the lines clear.
Xie Lingwan’s face turned serious, studying his handsome face closely. “Swear it,” she said.
“If I deceive Auntie Xie, may five thunders—” he began.
“That’s enough. I won’t let you finish,” she interrupted, her eyes plaintive, pressing a jade-like finger to his lips firmly.
“Auntie Xie truly cares for me,” he said, seizing the chance to hug her, planting a tender, non-lewd kiss on her pale forehead.
Knowing consummation was off the table today, Xie Lingwan recalled her role as his aunt, pinching his waist hard. “You still know I’m your aunt? Get up, you’re hurting me!”
“Sorry, it was urgent. Don’t mind it, Auntie,” Ji Yanqing said, standing quickly, noting their improper position.
Xie Lingwan’s hair was askew, her neckline open, revealing glistening skin. Her red boots were off, her long legs raised, her delicate feet dainty and gripable.
Watching her adjust her gown, Ji Yanqing smiled. “Shall I help you with your shoes, Auntie?”
She hummed softly, her face blushing.
With her approval, he deftly lifted her to a cushion, taking her delicate foot.
He removed her sheer sock, revealing an arched foot and curled, pearly toes, slightly clumsy. Smoothing the sock, he redressed her foot and slipped on her red boot.
“Auntie’s feet are lovely,” he said innocently.
“What use is a widow’s beauty? I jinxed my husband to death, and no one dares marry me,” Xie Lingwan said, tucking her hair, her legs rubbing under her skirt, her flushed cheeks hinting broadly.
Pure as he was, Ji Yanqing missed her cues, bowed, and left, leaving the gowned beauty with a resentful gaze.
Lust was a blade, especially with someone as delicate as Auntie Xie. He’d need to consult his father first.
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