After Yuan Hui cried for a while, she calmed down. She gently touched Ye Zhizhou's face, wiped away her tears, and then got up, walking quickly to Tao Dong and slapped her hard, saying, "You bitch!"
The slap was harsh, and Tao Dong's cheek quickly swelled up, her well-maintained skin marred by scratches from nails and rings, with a few blood streaks oozing out. Tao Dong wanted to defend herself but her mouth was covered, and she could only make muffled noises. She never expected that after more than a decade, Zou Qing's face, once poisoned, could still have the possibility of recovery!
"Does it hurt?" Shen Tingwei, after Yuan Hui left, leaned forward slightly, gently touched Ye Zhizhou's face, then quickly withdrew his hand. He took out a delicate bottle from his pocket and applied some ointment on his face, saying, "So, your name is Zou Qing? You were the one I was betrothed to back then?"
The cool sensation of the ointment on his face was very soothing. Ye Zhizhou retracted his hand from reaching into his space and nodded indifferently at Shen Tingwei. He then shifted his gaze from Tao Qing to Zou Qing, using his mental power to succinctly recount the events of the past.
As Zou Qing listened, he became increasingly shocked. As he finally grasped the full truth, shock turned into anger. He strode over to Tao Dong, angrily saying, "Mixing up the legitimate and illegitimate bloodlines, Tao Dong, you're utterly shameless! The lady is right; indeed, I took a concubine!"
Tao Dong, with tears in her eyes, looked at him, desperately shaking her head, trying to evoke his sympathy. Seeing this, Yuan Hui couldn't help but slap her again.
"Someone! Drag Aunt Tao down and lock her in the ancestral hall!" Zou Qing turned his head away from her in disgust and walked back to Ye Zhizhou. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and gently patted Ye Zhizhou's shoulder, saying, "Qing... Qingqing, you've suffered for these years. Don't worry, Father will take care of it for you, and there won't be an Aunt Tao in the house in the future."
Tao Dong, who was being dragged away by the servants, let out a frightened cry at his words, struggling wildly. Seeing this, Yuan Hui sneered and went forward to help the servants, tossing her out of the main hall and closing the doors.
Seeing this, Ye Zhizhou intentionally paused for a moment before speaking, "Thank you, Father... since Aunt Tao is gone... what are your plans for the real Zou Qing in the countryside?"
Zou Qing frowned at his words, his face showing a hint of difficulty. What Aunt Tao had done was indeed heinous, but Zou Qing was still his son, and at the time of the child exchange, the other party was still young and didn't have any malicious intent.
"Well, there's not much to do. He recently wrote a letter saying that he enjoys life in the countryside. In that case, let him stay there. And he's at an age to get married, so we can reinstate his status as a legitimate son and find him a suitable family to marry into. The family has raised him as a legitimate son for all these years, and he hasn't been mistreated," Zou Qing agreed, thinking it over.
Yuan Hui nodded in agreement, "Very well, then I'll handle this matter. Today's incident is too significant, and we need to report it to Mother. What do you think, Tingwei?"
"You don't need to worry about me, Father," Shen Tingwei replied eagerly, looking forward to being alone with Ye Zhizhou. "I'm fine with it."
"I'll go with my husband," Yuan Hui said, recalling Lady Zou's bias towards Tao Dong. She suspected that Lady Zou might have been aware of the child exchange all along, and hearing Zou Qing's agreement, she quickly stood up and walked to his side. "As the head of the family, this matter in the women's quarters is my responsibility. I should apologize to Mother."
Zou Qing didn't expect her to be so reasonable and couldn't help but feel moved. He rarely displayed such warmth and held her hand, patting it gently. After a brief farewell with Shen Tingwei, he took Yuan Hui to the old lady's courtyard.
In the main hall, only Ye Zhizhou and Shen Tingwei were left. Once everyone left, Shen Tingwei immediately approached Ye Zhizhou, picking him up and gently touching his face, lowering his head to kiss him, saying, "You're even more handsome than I imagined."
After the refreshing feeling of unraveling the conspiracy filled Ye Zhizhou's heart, he raised his hand to push away the hand on his face and gritted his teeth. "So, you thought my previous face was ugly?"
Knowing he had touched a nerve, Shen Tingwei hesitated for a moment and then said earnestly, "Qingqing, you look beautiful no matter how you dress up."
"This sounds familiar," Ye Zhizhou quipped, changing his address quickly. He broke free from Shen Tingwei's embrace, put on a playful smile, and said, "General Shen, you've lost your value of use now. Once we leave the Zou residence, let's be clear about our paths. Stop taking advantage of me. I'll be marrying someone else in the future." He remembered the grudge from the rough handling earlier, and he wasn't about to let Shen Tingwei have his way.
Shen Tingwei's face darkened. "Who do you want to marry?"
"That's none of your business," Ye Zhizhou shot back, rolling his eyes. "There are plenty of young talents outside, and I can marry whomever I want."
Shen Tingwei looked deeply into his eyes, his expression returning to its initial cold hardness, and the warmth vanished from his gaze. He slowly reached up to touch Ye Zhizhou's face and said softly, "Qingqing... you can only marry me."
Ye Zhizhou wasn't afraid of Shen Tingwei's sudden madness. He rolled his eyes again, planning to tease him some more. But before he could continue, he felt a sudden pain in the back of his neck, and then he passed out.
When he woke up, his neck was a bit sore, and he felt hot all over. He was startled when he saw the naked man in front of him.
"Awake?" Shen Tingwei lowered his head to kiss Ye Zhizhou's eyes and continued to undress him.
The bed beneath him was very soft, and his outer robe and inner clothes had disappeared. He squirmed a bit and realized his skin was directly against the bedsheet. This infuriated him, and he gritted his teeth. "General Shen, are you planning to force yourself on me?"
"You were my husband from the start," Shen Tingwei said as he unbuttoned Ye Zhizhou's inner robe and pressed down on him. He looked deeply into Ye Zhizhou's eyes. "Qingqing, you can only belong to me, and you can only marry me."
Ye Zhizhou's body felt weak, clearly drugged. He grew angrier and snapped, "Are you planning to rape me?"
"No, I'll wait until you're willing," Shen Tingwei replied, still pinning him down. "For now, you can only marry me."
What kind of feudal logic was this, where someone could only marry the person who saw their body? Ye Zhizhou was too exhausted to argue and vented his frustration internally, all the while cursing the system. "Wait until I'm willing? Your body doesn't seem to agree with that!"
Shen Tingwei's breath hesitated for a moment, and he lowered his head to kiss Ye Zhizhou, saying, "I really do want you."
The sensation of skin-to-skin contact was both comfortable and tormenting, especially with a warm body pressing against his legs! Ye Zhizhou took advantage of Shen Tingwei's momentary distraction as he lowered his head to kiss and swallowed a pill sent by a small mirror. Testing his fingers tentatively, he found that he had regained some strength. He immediately used his psychic power to envelop the person on top of him. Seizing the opportunity when Shen Tingwei's body stiffened for a moment, Ye Zhizhou rolled over and pushed him down, forcing a pill into his mouth. He sneered, "Want me? First, fix your brain!" Teasing without action was simply unacceptable!
The pill dissolved instantly, and Shen Tingwei's body became immobile. After a brief tension, Shen Tingwei's body relaxed, and his gaze fell to a spot three inches below Ye Zhizhou's navel. He had an earnest expression, and his eyes looked wicked. "Qingqing, you've responded."
Ye Zhizhou was furious! He was a man, and having someone naked on top of him without a reaction was embarrassing! He forcefully tapped his lover's forehead and then grabbed a pillowcase to cover his mischievous eyes, saying with resentment, "I'll go get a reaction from other men right now! You stay here alone!"
Playing around was fine, but infidelity was absolutely not an option! Shen Tingwei's face darkened, his body tensed up again, and he tried to move his powerless body without success. His tone turned dangerous. "Qingqing, be obedient."
Obedient, my foot!
Ye Zhizhou was about to taunt him some more when his eyes inadvertently caught a gruesome wound on Shen Tingwei's waist. He frowned, swallowing his mocking words, and impatiently patted his chest. "Relax a bit, your wound is about to reopen! What's going on with you? It's been almost a year, and your wound still looks so fresh."
Shen Tingwei remained silent, indicating that he didn't care about the wound through his actions.
What a fool!
Ye Zhizhou took out a high-quality healing ointment from his spatial storage, applied it haphazardly to his hand, and smeared it onto the wound. He also gave his lover's thigh a light pat. "I told you to relax. I'm applying medicine!"
With his lover touching and patting him all over the place, Shen Tingwei couldn't help but emit a rather unreserved moan. Sweat started forming on his forehead, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. The previously spirited part of him became even more spirited.
After applying the ointment, Ye Zhizhou was stimulated by this male hormone-filled scene and felt a bit unclear. His face turned red as he quickly covered himself with a blanket, hurriedly putting on his clothes in a haphazard manner. He restrained his inner impulse to pounce and turned away, saying, "You should be fine after a nap. I'll take my leave now, goodbye!" With that, he turned and ran.
Shen Tingwei's eyes were covered, and his body couldn't move. All he could do was listen to the sound of Ye Zhizhou's footsteps gradually fading away, and a dark glint flashed in his covered eyes. The little lover he had taken a liking to seemed to be a bit too lively.
With a psychic scan at his disposal, Ye Zhizhou smoothly slipped out of the Shen mansion. The softening powder he had used on Shen Tingwei only had a one-hour duration. After leaving the mansion, he immediately bought ink, paper, and a brush, then squatted on the roadside to write a letter. He sneaked into Yang Dexuan's house through a side entrance and placed the letter in Yang Dexuan's study. After completing all these tasks, he quickly left the city and found Yang Qi, who was still living as a beggar, in a dilapidated temple.
At this time, the beggars who had been taking care of Yang Qi were still alive. Ye Zhizhou prepared a meal for them and put healing pills that could warm the body into the steamed buns for the old beggar. Then, he left swiftly. Yang Qi, who was dirty and disheveled, attempted to follow him out to express his gratitude but was easily deceived with a random name.
That night, Yang Dexuan arrived at the rundown temple with a group of guards and took away the old beggar and Yang Qi.
[The likelihood of love between Yang Qi and the protagonist has decreased to 30%. Please keep trying, Host.]
Ye Zhizhou stood up from behind the hiding dirt mound, wiped his face, and muttered, "Decreased quite a bit. I've gone through all this trouble for nothing..."
"What trouble have you gone through?"
His waist suddenly tightened, his body lifted off the ground, and a warm body pressed against his back. Then, there were a few movements on his body, and he couldn't move anymore.
"Shen Tingwei!"
"Be a good boy," Shen Tingwei said as he carried Ye Zhizhou into the carriage and began to undress him.
Ye Zhizhou despaired of his lingering spirit, "What do you want to do again! Also, how did you find me!" He is also planning to meet that Kang Run after Yang Qi is settled!
Shen Tingwei didn't answer, and took off his clothes neatly, then hugged him into his arms, and said with a straight face, "This way you won't be able to run... It's hot now, so it's just right not to wear clothes."
"You bastard... Mmm!"
Breathing intertwined, lips and tongue touching, the naked/exposed skin was caressed ambiguously by the other party, his body trembled sensitively, and he quickly reacted.
Shen Tingwei's breathing became heavy, and he straddled him into his arms and stroked and kissed him more vigorously.
This bastard... His body temperature gradually rose, and he closed his eyes in compromise and fell into the opponent's arms. They made trouble, ran and ran, since the other party wanted to... so be it.
The next day Ye Zhizhou got up late as a matter of course, he turned over and found that he didn't feel any discomfort in his body, but he was a little lazy and didn't want to move. My brother's body... seems to be quite cool.
Here's the improved version with corrected grammar and punctuation:
There was an aroma of vegetable porridge in the air, and Shen Tingwei's purposely lowered voice could be faintly heard outside the door. He turned over again, relaxed his face, thought for a while with no expression on his face, raised his hand, and poked the small mirror under the pillow. "Tongtian, where is the Jue Si Pill? Give it to me." He was afraid that if he left any descendants in the mission world where he stayed, it would collapse when he left.
The small mirror shook, and a pill was sent over with a beam of light. He reached out to take it, closed his eyes, and swallowed the medicine.
The door was gently pushed open, footsteps sounded, and then the bedside sank, and a gentle touch met his forehead. He turned around and hugged his lover's waist, burying his face in his waist, and rubbed it gently. "I'm sorry... I willfully deprived you of your right to be a father in this world."
The smile on Shen Tingwei's face disappeared, and he sat up with a serious look. He examined his expression carefully, frowned, and asked, "Why did you suddenly apologize to me? Do you want to run away again? Or do you still want to marry someone else?" At the end of the sentence, his tone turned gloomy.
...I really can't express my feelings to this bastard! He hit him hard, rolled up his sleeves, and stretched out his arms to show him. "Look here! I am completely infertile now!"
The originally bright red birthmark had turned pitch black, resembling an ugly scar on his fair skin.
"What's going on?" Shen Tingwei grabbed his arm, extended his fingers to rub the mark, and furrowed his brow even tighter, displaying a trace of nervousness and worry on his face. While checking his pulse, he asked, "Did I hurt you yesterday? Or is there another poison in your body?"
"No." He retracted his wrist and his tone became a little dull, "I just can't have children... Do you really want a child? I..." As he spoke, the guilt in his heart became more and more intense, and he gradually lowered his voice. . Damn it, why in this world can men have children? What if the lover really wants a child...
The result of the pulse test was normal. Shen Tingwei finally breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he realize that something was wrong with his mood. He glanced at his arm, picked him up and patted him comfortingly, and thought for a while. Then he said seriously, "It's better not to have children."
Ye Zhizhou looked up at him suspiciously, "Are you bluffing me?" A man who grew up in a feudal society would think it would be better to have no children?
"If you have a child, you will pay more attention to him, sleep with him, feed him, read with him..." It was originally a word of comfort, but the more Shen Tingwei said it, the more he felt that this was the case. , his expression became more and more serious, his eyes became colder and colder, and the hand holding him tightened unconsciously. His mental energy, which had been silent for a long time, actually showed a tendency to show up, and his tone became murderous, "Then you will be left out in the cold." Me, ignore me... Qingqing, I don't allow you to have children!"
Lover's brain is really not normal! He raised his hand to slap him and glared at him, "Calm down!"
Shen Tingwei's answer was to raise his hand to untie his clothes.
"What do you want to do in broad daylight!"
Shen Tingwei peeled off his inner clothes to reveal the skin with ambiguous traces underneath. Shen Tingwei raised his hand to tear off the clothes on his body and pressed them on. He said in a sinister tone, "Your fertility is gone after having sex with me. Since then, Just in case, we have to do it a few more times!"
Ye Zhizhou couldn't complain, his body started to heat up again following his provocation, he couldn't help stretching his legs and kicking him, "You beast!"
Shen Tingwei grabbed his leg and touched it, leaned over to kiss him, and said vaguely, "Only for you beast."
Talking about love here is happy, but Zou Qing in the countryside is very unhappy.
The servants were dismissed, the three meals a day delivered became rough, and a few strange nuns came to guard the gate of the courtyard and did not allow him to come in or out. In just three days, his life completely changed.
"How dare you evil servants treat me like this! I will tell my mother to punish you!"
One of the maids guarding the courtyard gate sneered, a trace of disdain in her eyes. "Thought he was the favored legitimate son, huh? Ha, a concubine's child dares to pretend to be our lady's child. Shameless!"
The stewardess from the Zhuang household happened to pass by and, hearing the words, glared at her and scolded, "Stop your gossiping and focus on your work!"
The gatekeeper maid fell silent, not daring to speak out of turn anymore.
The stewardess, satisfied with the situation, nodded and pushed open the courtyard gate, walking inside.
Zou Qing heard the gate opening and immediately threw a teacup in that direction in anger. He shouted, "Get out! How dare you mistreat me? When I return to the capital, I will..."
"Young Master Zou," the stewardess dodged the flying teacup and placed a letter on the table. She said calmly, "This is the fiancé chosen by our lady for you. Take a look. The wedding is scheduled for half a month from now. During this time, please stay calm."
Zou Qing's face turned pale, and he shouted, "What did you call me?!"
"Young Master Zou," the stewardess wiped off some tea splatter from her sleeve, forced a faint smile, and said, "Oh, there's one more thing. Your birth mother, Lady Tao, passed away suddenly yesterday. Our lady kindly saved you the trouble of returning to the capital for her funeral. You can just focus on getting married."
"Impossible!" Zou Qing screamed. "My mother has always been healthy. How could she have died suddenly?... No! Something's not right! I am the Third Young Master! I am Zou Qing! You're not allowed to call me Young Master Zou!"
The mistreatment he had endured for these days finally had an explanation, and he couldn't contain his screams, knocking everything on the table to the ground.
The stewardess sidestepped the broken porcelain and frowned with disgust. "The Third Young Master is living well in the Shen residence now. Young General Shen has already recovered from his injuries and resumed his official duties. Everyone in the capital envies their loving relationship, with one marrying the other when they were on the brink of death, and both vowing to only marry each other... As for you, a bastard is always a bastard, even if you temporarily take someone else's identity. You can't escape your fate. What belongs to others can never truly become yours."
Zou Qing felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His eyes were filled with disbelief. "What are you saying? That wretch is doing well in the Shen residence? The Shen family even wants to bestow an imperial edict upon him? But isn't the Shen family supposed to detest him? Isn't Shen Tingwei on the brink of death?"
The maid slapped him hard when she heard this, shouting, "Mind your words! The Third Young Master is not someone you can insult! Young General Shen has long since recovered and resumed his duties at court. Stop talking nonsense!"
"How could this be..." Zou Qing was slapped into silence, covering his face and collapsing into a chair. Then, he suddenly screamed again, "No! I am Zou Qing! I should have married into the Shen residence! I should have received the imperial edict! It's mine, all of it!"
"Madman!" The maid gave him a disgusted look, shook her head, and left.
The door was locked once again, and Zou Qing screamed a few more times before collapsing onto the table. The frenzy in his eyes gradually faded, and he grabbed the letter on the table with a grim expression. He muttered, "Zou Qing, Yuan Hui, you both wait for me! I, Zou Qing, won't admit defeat so easily!"