Chapter Five: Wang Chunxiao's Possession

Su Yang, who was only a breath away, began to pant heavily against Peach Blossom’s fair neck. His body felt a little weak, and in a soft, coquettish voice she murmured, “Mmm, whatever my lord wishes.”

Delight surged in his heart, and Peach Blossom was tossed onto the bridal bed as Su Yang pounced like a starving wolf.

...

“Well, isn’t this our little sister, Spring Dawn?” came a mocking voice.

“On your wedding night, why aren’t you with your new husband? What are you doing here?”

“Could it be that the live-in son-in-law found you too ugly and refused to consummate the marriage?”

“If that’s the case, then tomorrow I’ll have Father stand up for you and seek justice—let’s divorce that penniless scholar.”

Just as she stepped out of the courtyard, Wang Haiwen, the second son of the Wang family’s main branch, sneered at her.

“Our family matters are none of your concern. Night has already fallen, so you’d best hurry back to your own house. Or is it that you have nowhere else to go and insist on hanging around here?” Spring Dawn retorted with not a hint of politeness.

“This isn’t a brothel, sister, so why would I stay? Of course, if you’re willing to let that little maid behind you keep me company for a night, I wouldn’t mind spending the evening here.”

Spring Dawn’s expression darkened, while the maid, Cherish Spring, glared at Wang Haiwen with her beautiful eyes. “Shameless!”

“You’re a daughter of the Wang family. If your husband rejects you and refuses to consummate the marriage on your wedding night, wouldn’t that bring shame upon our family if word got out?”

“Such a son-in-law is not to be kept—he must be dismissed.”

“So, sister, will you divorce him or not?” Wang Haiwen asked, fanning himself leisurely.

“Taking a walk to clear my mind has indeed made me feel much better,” Spring Dawn said. “Cherish Spring, let’s return to the bridal chamber. We mustn’t delay the consummation with my husband.”

Once she’d spoken, Cherish Spring pushed Spring Dawn back toward the bridal chamber, with Wang Haiwen trailing close behind. If, upon reaching the room, that penniless scholar refused to consummate the marriage and caused a scene, it would be quite the spectacle. A little gossip would suffice to disgrace the second branch of the family.

And then, their father could step in and discipline the scholar according to the family rules—if he couldn’t uphold his duties as a husband, a few rounds of the cane might beat him within an inch of his life. Wouldn’t the second branch be left manless yet again?

Of course, if the second branch were to put up a strong front and tear off all pretenses, there’d be little the main branch could do, but their reputation would be in tatters, making them the laughingstock of Yanggu County.

Even if they couldn’t reclaim the second uncle’s assets right now, a bit of spiteful mischief was still worthwhile.

“Young master, are we really staying here tonight?” a servant beside Wang Haiwen inquired.

“Of course.”

“I’ll fetch you a cloak, then.”

...

Inside the room.

Su Yang, caught up in the moment, hadn’t heard a word from outside. It wasn’t until the door opened that he froze in place.

What in the world?

Why on earth have they come back again?

Peach Blossom, terrified, curled up in his arms, trembling and not daring to move or speak for fear of discovery. Regret gnawed at her heart—why had she believed her lord’s nonsense?

After pushing Spring Dawn into the room, Cherish Spring withdrew, leaving only Su Yang, Spring Dawn, and the blushing Peach Blossom in the darkened chamber.

“Why have you come back?” Su Yang asked, striving for calm.

“Go on and sleep,” she replied.

“Very well.”

The air grew increasingly tense. After a long silence, Spring Dawn suddenly said, “Um, shake the bed a little—let them hear something outside.”

“All right,” Su Yang replied.

Immediately, the bed began to rock violently, the noises echoing without end. Spring Dawn, inexperienced and shy, kept her head down, her cheeks tinged with red.

The next morning.

The rooster crowed—it was barely five o’clock. Cherish Spring entered, pushing her young mistress out of bed, waking Su Yang and Peach Blossom as well.

“Have they gone?”

“Yes, they’re gone.”

“Whew... Last night nearly scared me to death.”

“Peach Blossom, why don’t we finish what we started last night now?”

Su Yang looked at the lovely little maid in his arms.

“My lord... perhaps another time?” Peach Blossom replied.

“Are you afraid?”

It seemed she was on the verge of developing a complex, and with daylight upon them, they’d soon have to serve tea. It would be hard to enjoy it now, so he let his little maid go.

Name: Su Yang (Prospective Immortal)
Incense Value: 10
Realm: None
Techniques: [Incense Division][Qi Watching Technique]
Lifespan: 118+
Family Progress: You have successfully married. Once you become a real man, you will gain 20 incense points!
Daily Tip: The greater your offspring’s achievements, the more incense points you receive each day.

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Looking at the panel before him, Su Yang was helpless. If Spring Dawn hadn’t barged in last night, his family progress would have been complete. And now?

The wedding was over, yet he was still a virgin?

Who could bear that?

Whether he remained a virgin wasn’t the real issue, but family progress was pressing. For the sake of his family’s advancement...!

Perhaps he should visit a brothel tonight?

“My lord, shall we wait until this evening?” Peach Blossom suggested. She too was torn—if her lord lost interest because of last night’s interruption, what should she do?

Resolute, she decided that no matter what, tonight she would finally be with her lord.

“Your young mistress surely won’t spend the night in my room. Come to me this evening.”

“Yes, I’ll do whatever you say,” Peach Blossom replied with a radiant smile, her nerves finally easing. She dressed and left the room.

Soon after, a maid arrived to urge Su Yang to get dressed and serve tea. His father-in-law had long since passed, so he need only pay his respects to his mother-in-law.

Cherish Spring once again pushed his wheelchair, clearly unwilling to let this weakling get close to her mistress. The family’s martial master, Zhang Hu, still looked at him with open hostility, as if he’d like nothing more than to kill him.

Yet when Zhang Hu looked at Spring Dawn, there was a trace of gentleness and adoration in his eyes.

Could it be that this fellow had a fondness for his own wife?

What kind of taste was that?

Fancying an ugly woman?

Damn, was this some kind of perversion?

Su Yang thought that once he became a martial artist, he must find an opportunity to get rid of Zhang Hu. One need not fear a thief stealing, but a thief coveting was far more dangerous.

Then again, Zhang Hu was a ninth-rank martial artist.

No matter. He could always poison him first.

After Spring Dawn and Su Yang offered tea to Liu Wenxiang and exchanged a few polite words, Su Yang requested a more secluded room to study in peace.

Spring Dawn was only too pleased. If Su Yang hadn’t brought it up, the elegant courtyard would have remained his, and she’d have to find another. Now, she could reclaim the elegant courtyard for herself.

“It’s good to be ambitious,” Liu Wenxiang said warmly. “There’s an empty house in the northwest corner of the estate. You can study there. Meals will be delivered; you needn’t worry.”

“By the way, do you need someone to attend you?” she asked, her charm undiminished.

“Mother, it’s better not to. Having someone serve him would only disturb his studies,” Spring Dawn interjected.

Although she looked down on Su Yang for being spineless, he was still her husband in name, and she had no wish to let another woman get close.

Perhaps this was possessiveness.

“Damn,” Su Yang cursed inwardly.