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Just as Quan Minghe was about to pull the young woman onto the bed, the door suddenly creaked open once more.
“Master, I have found a wo…man for you,” Zhao Cong’s urgent voice rang out as he stepped inside. However, before he could finish speaking, his words trailed off the moment he caught sight of the woman kneeling at his master’s feet.
Why was there already a woman here?
Quan Minghe’s gaze instantly shifted from the woman beneath him to the doorway.
Then, he lowered his eyes once more, scrutinizing the one at his feet, and in that moment, a sharp calculation took shape in his mind.
The woman before him was clearly part of a deliberate scheme—someone had sent her to him on purpose, and the implications behind this act were obvious.
Meanwhile, the unconscious woman at the doorway had been brought by Zhao Cong. If that was the case, then perhaps she had no hidden agenda.
In a flash of thought, Quan Minghe had already made his choice.
“Bring her over.”
Zhao Cong immediately responded and directed his subordinates to place Shen Yuling onto Quan Minghe’s bed.
Quan Minghe cast a cold glance at the woman still kneeling at his feet, his expression indifferent.
“Take her away. Find out everything about her.”
“Understood.”
Zhao Cong answered respectfully before swiftly retreating with his men, closing the door behind him.
Now, only Quan Minghe and the sleeping Shen Yuling remained in the room.
His gaze fell upon the woman before him. Even without any adornments, she was stunning—so breathtaking that it was impossible to look away.
Her delicate brows arched gently, her lips a natural shade of red, her features exquisitely refined, with a small and softly rounded face. She was like a blooming peony—radiant and captivating—outshining even the most beautiful women in his harem.
Quan Minghe felt his breathing grow heavier, his Adam’s apple moving as he swallowed.
A surge of uncontrollable heat flared up in his body once more.
Without further hesitation, he reached out and tore open the young woman’s garments.
Shen Yuling was still unconscious, and Quan Minghe made no effort to offer any comfort.
Suddenly, an intense pain jolted Shen Yuling awake. The unfamiliar sensation filled her with fear.
She opened her eyes, but all she could see was the man’s menacing mask and the deep, shadowed eyes beneath it.
Her tears spilled over uncontrollably.
“It hurts…”
“You bastard, let go of me!”
She was supposed to marry Lingyang Junwang ( (Junwang) is a noble title, often translated as Prince of a Commandery or Commandery Prince in historical Chinese contexts. It ranks below a Qinwang, “Prince of the First Rank”) but is still a prestigious title.)—a match personally decreed by the emperor himself. Yet, who could have foreseen that before her wedding, she would suffer such misfortune and lose her chastity?
Shen Yuling snapped back to her senses and struggled frantically, her small hands pushing against the man on top of her with all her might.
Her face was filled with rage and helplessness.
“This was an accident. I will take responsibility for you.”
As Quan Minghe spoke, he reached out with his large hand, grasped Shen Yuling’s wrists, and with a slight exertion of force, pinned them above her head, rendering her unable to move.
“I already have a husband! Let go of me! You lecher! Scoundrel! My father will have your head for this!”
Quan Minghe merely let out a soft scoff.
This woman was clearly still a virgin—was her so-called husband incapable as a man?
As for her claim that her father could have his head, well—if her father dared to try, he was welcome to give it a shot.
Quan Minghe’s body was still under the effects of the drug, his mind growing increasingly hazy.
And beneath him, the young woman’s tear-streaked face, her trembling, rosy lips, and that delicate, pitiful expression only made it harder for him to restrain himself.
Outside, the moon hung high in the night sky, casting its cold, silvery glow.
Inside, the madness continued for an unknown length of time.
Shen Yuling’s hair was in disarray, her face as delicate and alluring as a peach blossom in full bloom.
Soft, breathless moans escaped her lips uncontrollably. She had no idea how many times the wretched man had taken her—only that her body rose and fell endlessly, until it no longer felt like her own.
As Quan Minghe gradually regained his clarity and control, he finally stopped.
By now, Shen Yuling’s voice was so hoarse that she could barely make a sound, and her tears had long since dried.
“I will never forgive you!”
Quan Minghe looked at her. Indeed, tonight had been an unjust calamity for her.
But now that things had come to this—she would be taken into the harem.
He gripped her waist tightly. Even though the effects of the drug had faded, he still had no desire to let go.
Shen Yuling felt his hand beginning to caress her waist again and instinctively protested.
“No… no more…”
Yet, her voice, soft and fragile like a kitten’s, only made Quan Minghe’s body burn hotter.
He pulled her back into his embrace.
And so, through endless entanglement and struggle, the night slowly faded away.
As dawn’s light crept in, the movements within the room finally ceased.
Tear stains were still visible at the corners of the young woman’s eyes—traces of sorrow that had dried and fallen anew, over and over again.
Now, she had completely succumbed to exhaustion and fallen into a deep sleep.
Quan Minghe cast a glance at her, then rose to his feet, dressed swiftly, and strode out the door with long, determined steps.
Daring to scheme against him? They must have a death wish!
The moment Quan Minghe stepped out, Shen Yuling, who had been seemingly fast asleep, slowly opened her eyes.
Her eyes, washed clear by tears, appeared exceptionally bright and pure. Yet, deep within them, a glimmer of satisfaction flickered—subtle but undeniable.
‘Quan Minghe… it seems our fates are now entangled’
‘If only I could wield you as my blade…’
Shen Yuling suppressed the discomfort coursing through her body.
‘An entire night…’
Her meticulously cared-for body had endured much, but judging by Quan Minghe’s actions, he had certainly taken quite a liking to it.
The Shen family guarded the northwest, bordering the Western Regions.
As a child, Shen Yuling often traveled to the Western Regions, a land rich with extraordinary people and remarkable remedies for preserving one’s health.
Not only had she meticulously studied these ancient formulas, but she had also learned the region’s distinctive dances. In her spare time, she practiced yoga from the modern world, integrating it with contemporary beauty and wellness techniques.
Through years of dedication, her body had become so refined that even she couldn’t help but admire it.
Quan Minghe, though an emperor, was not one to indulge in women excessively.
Yet sometimes, all it took was a fleeting moment of tenderness—a trace of reluctance, a sliver of hesitation—for everything to take a completely different turn.
Without wasting another second, Shen Yuling swiftly dressed and dashed away.