Teng Zijing approached Zhao Tianhao's carriage from the back, bowing through the curtain, "Young Master."
"Go find a place to wait."
"Yes."
Zhao Tianhao guessed that Emperor Qing was about to see him, and sure enough, the carriage stopped shortly after. Zhao Tianhao saw that Eunuch Hou had brought an imperial edict, taking away the Red Armor Cavalry.
Zhao Tianhao didn't interrupt, pretending not to know, otherwise how would he see his "Chicken Leg Girl"?
"The guards have other important duties; I'm escorting Master Fan back to his residence," Eunuch Hou said, feigning concern as he approached Zhao Tianhao, leading the carriage towards the temple where Emperor Qing was.
"My lord, I urgently need to pee, please wait a moment," Eunuch Hou said, abandoning the carriage upon reaching the destination. Zhao Tianhao couldn't help but burst out laughing.
You eunuch, what's with the urgent need? Xiao Bai looked at Zhao Tianhao with confusion, wondering why its master was laughing.
Zhao Tianhao didn't explain. "Stay in the carriage and wait for your master to return."
"Okay," Xiao Bai nodded.
Zhao Tianhao got out of the carriage and headed straight for the temple.
Zhao Tianhao pushed open the gate. Gong Dian, the captain of Emperor Qing's personal guard, saw someone enter and quickly stepped forward, "Get out of the way."
"What if I don't?" Zhao Tianhao didn't stand on ceremony and directly exchanged a palm strike with Gong Dian.
Although Gong Dian was only an eighth-rank upper-level martial artist, Zhao Tianhao was invincible among his peers. Gong Dian was directly knocked back several steps by a single palm strike.
"Such domineering true energy. However, there are nobles praying in the temple. You can only go to the side hall, not the main hall."
Zhao Tianhao ignored him. Even if Emperor Qing ordered him to go to the main hall, he wouldn't go. Seeing the young lady was far more important.
Zhao Tianhao walked along the path leading to the side hall. The moment he entered, his attention was immediately drawn to the girl hiding under the tea table, munching on a chicken leg.
What a delicate girl! She exuded the gentle grace of a well-bred young lady, even causing Zhao Tianhao to subconsciously overlook her beautiful face.
Although the tea table was covered by a cloth, Zhao Tianhao could still "see" Lin Wan'er.
Lin Wan'er was engrossed in her chicken, oblivious to Zhao Tianhao's entrance.
Thinking of this, Zhao Tianhao hatched a plan.
He crouched down behind the tea table and lifted the tablecloth.
Looking at Lin Wan'er, still oblivious and still enjoying her chicken leg, Zhao Tianhao was speechless. She was incredibly carefree.
Is the chicken leg that delicious?
Looking at Lin Wan'er's beautiful back and alluring buttocks, even through her clothes, Zhao Tianhao could imagine how tempting her body was—white and tender.
Zhao Tianhao looked at Lin Wan'er squatting on the ground, gazing at her shapely buttocks, and wanted to reach up and caress them, but he was afraid of being impolite.
Thinking this, Zhao Tianhao deliberately coughed, a "cough cough," to remind her that there was someone else there.
Hearing the sound behind her, Lin Wan'er thought it was someone coming to arrest her servant, and she jumped in fright.
Just as she was about to turn around to see who it was, whether from squatting for too long or tripping, she almost fell over the moment she saw Zhao Tianhao. What Zhao Tianhao found absurd was that Lin Wan'er would rather fall than let go of the chicken leg in her hand, carefully protecting it. Judging from her appearance, without seeing what she was holding, one would think she was carefully protecting her pet or some other valuable item.
Without a second thought, Zhao Tianhao reached under the coffee table, wrapped his arms around Lin Wan'er, and placed his hands underneath her.
Then, Zhao Tianhao pressed down on top of Lin Wan'er, his hands pressing down on her.
Thankfully, although the space was cramped, Lin Wan'er didn't hit her head.
"Ah!" Lin Wan'er exclaimed, coming to her senses. She didn't feel the pain of the fall, only the pressure on her body. Opening her eyes, she found herself on top of a strange man.
Lin Wan'er was an illegitimate child, and coupled with her frail health and incurable tuberculosis, she rarely went out and had very few friends.
Seeing the handsome, tall, and masculine man on top of her, she suddenly felt like a great general returning from a battlefield, having his beloved wife beneath him in his bedroom.
Lin Wan'er's face flushed slightly. After all, men and women shouldn't touch, especially under the feudal system of ancient times.
Even though Zhao Tianhao was handsome and attractive, Lin Wan'er still rationally asked, "Could you get up? You're... hurting me."
Their weight was entirely on Zhao Tianhao's hands, and Lin Wan'er hadn't bumped into anything. She said this out of shyness, hoping Zhao Tianhao would move away.
Zhao Tianhao didn't speak, gazing at Lin Wan'er's beautiful face, like a fairy. Crucially, she didn't possess that aloof, ethereal aura, which Zhao Tianhao found incredibly appealing.
She was like a fairy descended to earth, instantly captivating Zhao Tianhao's heart.
He stared blankly at Lin Wan'er like a fool.
Hearing Lin Wan'er's voice, Zhao Tianhao finally snapped out of his daze.
Looking at the shy Lin Wan'er who dared not look at him, Zhao Tianhao's large hands suddenly became burning hot.
Zhao Tianhao guided his internal energy into Lin Wan'er's body.
As mentioned before, Zhao Tianhao's cultivation technique was a dual cultivation method, and his internal energy possessed aphrodisiac effects. Now, guided into Lin Wan'er's body, this ordinary person, with her weak constitution, couldn't even resist. Her body instantly went limp, collapsing to the ground.
Seeing this, Zhao Tianhao withdrew his hands from under Lin Wan'er, ignoring their slight numbness. He placed one large hand under her head to prevent it from resting on the cold ground for too long, since he was still on top of her.
Having done this, Zhao Tianhao looked at Lin Wan'er, whose face was dazed, her lips slightly parted, and whose breathing was rapid—a tempting and sinful posture—and could no longer resist.
He lowered his head and his large mouth directly captured her slightly cold cherry lips.
Zhao Tianhao, the experienced driver, couldn't wait to entwine his large tongue with Lin Wan'er's small tongue as soon as it entered her mouth, constantly swirling and playing with it, sucking on it greedily, greedily scooping up the sweet nectar from her mouth.
"Ah, umm ah," Lin Wan'er breathed rapidly, moaning unconsciously. Zhao Tianhao's other large hand wasn't idle either, roaming over her body through her clothes.
Her curled-up beautiful legs, her flat stomach without an ounce of fat, her round and perky breasts—even through her clothes, Zhao Tianhao couldn't resist touching them.
Just as he was about to take it a step further, just as Zhao Tianhao's large hand was about to unbutton Lin Wan'er's clothes, he was interrupted.
"Miss, Miss, where are you?" Lin Wan'er's maid's disappointed voice came from outside the side hall.
This immediately awakened Lin Wan'er from her reverie of desire.
Lin Wan'er found herself disheveled, pinned down by a strange man, her first kiss stolen.
First, Lin Wan'er felt shame, followed by resentment at Zhao Tianhao for degrading her. She wasn't such a promiscuous woman; how could she have let him do as he pleased?
Strangely, she didn't feel any disgust or blame towards him. Was it because he had taken her first kiss?
Lin Wan'er's mind was in turmoil. She didn't want to face Zhao Tianhao; she wanted to escape. She wanted to find a place to calm down and figure out her feelings. Zhao Tianhao sensed her thoughts but didn't force her. After all, she was his fiancée; she couldn't run away.
Thinking this, Zhao Tianhao stood up and helped Lin Wan'er out from under the coffee table.
Once out, Lin Wan'er looked at the large hand still on her and turned away. She wanted to say something, but didn't know how to utter the words.
Being treated so humiliated by a stranger, given her personality, she would definitely commit suicide. But now, such thoughts were completely absent from her mind; instead, she was only interested in understanding the thoughts of the person before her.
"Miss, Miss, where are you?" The maid's anxious voice grew closer.
Zhao Tianhao looked at Lin Wan'er, who seemed to want to leave but didn't, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. He said, "Go ahead, don't worry, we'll meet again soon."
Zhao Tianhao's words were a powerful boost to Lin Wan'er's resolve. He said they would meet again, and Lin Wan'er believed him. There was no reason why; her intuition told her so.