Because of that resounding title, his family's head guard once led four brothers with weapons in hand, charging into the garden in the dead of night, thoroughly exposing two people who were being intimate and bare by the summer lotus pond.
Feeling Leng Yue tremble in his embrace, Jing Yi lowered his head and captured her soft, fragrant red lips, effectively stifling a "bastard" before it could escape.
They were in her father's military camp, after all. If someone were to barge in now, it wouldn't just be a matter of looking.
Leng Yue was already breathless, and with his relentless kiss, her face flushed crimson, the tingling sensation throughout her body intensifying. Unconsciously, she pressed against Jing Yi's still-calm lower body, wishing this bastard would just give her release.
But Jing Yi refused to comply. He neither carried the pliant woman to the bed nor ceased his sweet torment, contentedly kissing her as if she were his favorite flower—deeply and tenderly.
No matter how it started, she always ended up at his mercy. Though a single kick could send him flying out of the tent, at times like these, her mind was filled only with thoughts of his well-proportioned, sculpted body, completely forgetting her martial prowess and the fact that Jing Yi could only run but not fight.
Jing Yi slowly released her lips and kissed her slightly pointed chin, then gently suckled her long, snow-white neck.
Once she caught her breath, Leng Yue began repeating the title that best expressed her feelings at that moment. "Bas... bastard... you bastard..."
She had known he was a bastard even before marrying him, known it since childhood.
On Jing Yi's first birthday, Master Jing had joyfully invited his court friends to attend the Zhua Zhou ceremony for his most adorable youngest son. To everyone's surprise, Jing Yi ignored everything else and reached directly for the silver bracelet Madam Leng had taken off the infant Leng Yue's wrist. The guests erupted in laughter, and their arranged marriage was settled on the spot.
As he grew older, Jing Yi's reputation as a libertine only spread, as if every courtesan and actor in the capital were his acquaintance. It made her love him to distraction, yet hate him with gritted teeth. It wasn't until their Nuptial Chamber night that she discovered he was still chaste—his dalliances with actors and courtesans were merely to learn the arts, the arts of completely captivating a martial artist like her...
After marrying him, he became a true bastard. Whenever they were together, regardless of whether others were around, anytime, anywhere... Though she always managed to make him beg for mercy afterward, it did nothing to curb his increasingly rogue behavior.
"Bastard... bastard..."
Leng Yue's trembling hands couldn't undo any of his restraints, so she could only frantically roam over him in her daze.
"Bastard..."
Only after repeatedly confirming that this highly skilled martial artist truly lacked the strength to kick him out did Jing Yi slide his hand to her belt, layer by layer removing her garments to reveal her jade-like body—her long neck, full breasts, slender waist, curved hips, the graceful lines of her back, and her rounded, shapely legs...Everyone in Prince An Manor knew Xiao Jin Yu possessed remarkable composure, yet few realized Jing Yi was the one with truly unshakable self-control. Only under Leng Yue’s provocations would he ever indulge himself... If he wished to restrain his desires, even Leng Yue could do nothing to sway him.
He had encountered countless beauties in his life—many even more stunning than her—but rarely did he meet one so vividly alluring, so richly captivating, so endlessly memorable, and so perfectly suited to his tastes.
Thus, whenever Master Jing scolded him for being thoughtless, he could confidently retort: since childhood, he’d possessed a shrewd and foresighted mind. Barely a year old, he had already chosen for himself a wife who was talented, beautiful, devoted, righteous, and utterly delightful.
Though the journey to make her his had been treacherous and fraught with peril, those were tales of the distant past. Now... their precious son had already undergone his first birthday grabbing ceremony two years prior, where the little one had grabbed the entry token to Prince An Manor that Leng Yue had presented.
Thinking of their little boy, still staying at the old master’s residence, Jing Yi’s caresses grew less playful and more tender.
He carried her to the bed, leaning close to her flushed ear to whisper, “Xiao Yue, let’s have a daughter next...”
Leng Yue panted unevenly, “Get lost...”
Jing Yi’s hands turned mischievous again, trailing from her nape down her spine, past her waist, and lower still...
“Give birth...” Leng Yue took a deep breath, mustering all her strength to clutch Jing Yi’s impeccably neat robes. “Can’t you fucking take off your clothes first before talking about making babies!”
“...”
Jing Yi glanced at his attire—no wonder. He’d never worn a military uniform before, and she’d never had to remove one... He swiftly accomplished this honorable yet challenging task. Just as his fingers brushed her smooth shoulders, Leng Yue suddenly flipped over, pinning him firmly beneath her. Pressing him into the mattress with both hands, her phoenix eyes wide, she snapped, “Bastard!”
“I...” Jing Yi froze, then instantly switched to an endearingly obedient smile. “I’m a bastard, I’m a bastard...”
Leng Yue lowered her head and sank her teeth hard into his shoulder, leaving two distinct rows of marks. “Dare you do that again!”
A wise man knows when to yield, and he’d never considered himself a hero anyway. Jing Yi put on an ingratiating grin, “I wouldn’t dare, wouldn’t dare... You call the shots, you call the shots...”
After all these days apart, how had she learned the art of playing hard to get...
Leng Yue traced her fingers delicately over Jing Yi’s marble-smooth skin, moving downward until she reached a certain spot. A faint smirk played on her lips as she watched his growing agitation. “Wang Ye always urged me to study military strategy, but I never bothered... Now it seems those tactics are quite effective.”
“Xiao Yue...”
Leng Yue arched a brow. “What did you call me?”
“Grandma, grandma, dear grandma...”
“Good boy...” Leng Yue teased the heated, swelling length in her hand with smug satisfaction. “Remember our deal—after we’re done here, you go your Road to the Underworld, and I’ll cross my Bridge of Helplessness.”
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