The Lustful Young Master starting with Holy Maiden.-Chapter 40 - 2) The burning shame births the pure vermillion dove

Ling’er’s heart throbbed painfully, a sharp sting that she couldn’t show.

She is more refined than me, more composed, and more worthy to share the Young Master’s favor...

But she is also more distant, more cold.

Together they looked like untouchable immortal couples, and the way her hips completely matched his lap, was like a cocoon.

Maid Yi’s smile deepened, a gentle, knowing thing.

"I have heard many things, Dao Yin Sister," she said quietly, her gaze meeting Ling’er’s over the rim of the teacup, "Some that you may already know... And some you may not,"

Ling’er’s pulse quickened, a rabbit darting beneath a hawk’s shadow.

"Indeed?" she breathed, stepping closer, her skirts rustling like leaves caught in a summer storm.

"And which tale did Grace find most intriguing? The one of the young maiden who knelt at the Young Master’s feet? Or perhaps... the one of the woman who offered her innocence to a man who has taken all?"

Yi Xin Xue’s eyes widened, but her smile never wavered.

"Both are tales of devotion," she said simply, her fingers grazing the edge of Zhao Fan’s sleeve.

"But neither can compare to the tale of a woman who kneels not for duty but for desire..."

Zhao Fan watched them both, his expression unreadable like an empty book only comprehensible to dragon warriors, though amusement glinted in his eyes.

Ling’er’s cheeks flushed, her breath catching in her throat.

How dare she...

The words were a knife edge in her mouth, but she swallowed them, forcing her smile to stay in place, maintaining a noble maiden image.

"Perhaps," she said softly, "But some tales end in sorrow, while others find a different kind of ending,"

Maid Yi inclined her head, her hair cascading like silk over her shoulder.

"And what ending does Sister Ling’er see for herself?" she asked, her voice like a gentle challenge.

"One of devotion? Or one of regret?"

Ling’er’s heart pounded, her fists clenching behind her back.

She knows... She knows that I desire him...

Could it be written all over my face?

No, no, no... This isn’t it.

I am not jealous... My heart is cold as ice, it can never be melted.

Even the ancient sages, who could fill 300 lengthy scrolls talking about the way of Life and Dao, could hardly fill a single scroll talking about women’s hearts.

Nevertheless, as a woman, Yi Xin Xue must have sensed her inner heart, let’s not dwell much on the fairy’s heart.

...

Meanwhile,

Zhao Fan released his sense into Ling’er’s figure, strangely sensing a jade slip meant to record the writing.

In the garden of silk and spring,

I walk hand in hand with my lord.

Thirteen little footprints trail behind us,

Laughter like pearls on lacquered floors.

A cradle of jade, a name carved in stone,

Our eldest wields sword, the youngest hums song.

I stir his tea with my own hand,

He rests his head where my shoulder belongs.

I bake sweet cakes with plum blossom jam,

His robe smells of me, his lips taste of dawn.

No other voice fills his ears at night,

But mine, whispering, You’re home.

Yet shadows tread in silken shoes,

Maidens with scent too bold, too strong.

One laughed too loud in his presence,

One touched his sleeve for far too long.

So I laced her tea with widow’s milk,

Stilled her breath with the cord of her hair.

I hung her from the almond tree,

Like a crimson fruit swaying in prayer.

I cleaned the blood with rosewater oil,

Sewed new curtains before the sun could rise.

When he asked, I said she had gone home,

And he kissed my cheek with warm, weary eyes.

Thirteen children, a gentle lord,

A garden without weeds or worms.

I smile and write in golden ink;

Only flowers must bloom... nothing else deserves to grow.

Poetry?

It’s common for the child of a noble family and sects to showcase the scholarly knowledge and worldview, but why does this poem seem like a humble mundane life of a wife and her husband with 13 children?

Intelligence so vast, wisdom so high, Young Master Zhao could instantly decode the poem, knowing Ling’er was dreaming about the humble life between himself and herself.

As for this woman, poisoned by widow’s milk seems to be his maid, Li Mei, alas, what a cruel fate.

But why!?

It’s unfathomable as the profundity of lewd scholars describing the primordial culture lust.

[Ding! Female leads are highly against the harem members that don’t have the halo of female lead]

[Correction: Once a female lead gives her heart, it’s permanent and she will be a great devotee ]

[Calculating the paths... ]

[Calculation successful...]

[Possible path 1: Pseudo Yandere rampant woman, gaining strength over time and slaughtering all the harem members of Host, slowly to keep you for herself. This excludes other women with an aura of female lead. ]

[Possible path 2: Highly Yandere rampant woman, unwilling to share, and wanting to keep Host for herself, not even to other female leads, It’s highly unlikely to happen because Host shall forever remain far, far, far, stronger than her ]

[Possible path 3: Suppressed female lead, silently loving the host, jealousy in heart with a smile on her face. It’s a very likely path with women like Li Mei, Yi Xin Xue, and others who are already league above Ling’er, ]

[Possible path 4: Admit defeat and accept the women in Host’s harem despite them not having the halo of female lead. Near impossible. ]

[Special ability: Dao Yin Sister bonding, she will easily accept the women with Halo of Female lead, and all female lead will quickly accept the role like a natural, however, every female lead will hate the harem of host ]

[ Conclusion: In short, these female leads will make sure the Host will only have a harem of female leads and become a fake son of heaven ]

[ System’s opinion: The system can’t fathom the complexity of a woman’s heart, however, to raise the woman who hides her hatred in silk, is to invite both poetry and poison.

Humanely good suggestion: spend time with her, let her slowly adapt to other women, and accept the way of life, unlike the programming of heaven.

Impartial suggestion: Do not feed her hopes, yet, do not discard her affection, maintain normal women and female leads apart.

Humanely bad suggestions: Kill her, no drama, live life as Host deems good]

Zhao Fan: "..."

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