This Heir Wants to Eat Someone

The sword scars inside the yard were still present.

A’Qing looked at the direction in which Princess Huai’an departed, unable to resist curling her lip: “Heir, this woman is also too tyrannical. In the future if you really marry her, you will certainly have something to endure.”

Jun Ao felt bitterness in his heart, yet his face forced a calm composure.

He glanced at A’Qing and A’Shui, saying in a bad mood: “The two of you, starting from today, must follow me without leaving a single step.”

A’Qing gave a start: “Why?”

A’Shui held her sword, saying faintly: “On what grounds?”

Jun Ao pointed at himself: “What cultivation realm that woman has, you guys saw it, right?”

“The Fifth Realm,” A’Shui raised her eyebrows, “what about it?”

“You look at me again.”

A’Shui sized Jun Ao up from top to bottom for a turn, a doubt carrying inside her gaze: “What is the meaning?”

“I am a mortal!” Jun Ao spoke with perfect confidence.

“If she wants to bully me and you guys are not by my side, what do I do?”

A’Shui let out an “oh,” her tone flat and dull: “Just a Fifth Realm, that’s all, A’Qing alone is enough.”

A’Qing immediately shook her head: “No way, no way, I accompany the heir all day long, what if he…”

Before she finished her words, her face turned red first.

A’Shui, however, smiled: “Having you alone eaten by him is always better than both of us being eaten.”

Having finished speaking, she turned around and left, disappearing at the far end of the corridor within a few breaths.

Jun Ao looked toward A’Qing helplessly: “This heir doesn’t look bad either, right? You guys despise me to this extent?”

“It is not despising,” A’Qing explained seriously, “heir, you have no cultivation, and we are afraid of hurting you.”

“It’s this reason again…” Jun Ao rolled his eyes, muttering in a small voice.

“Exactly the same as what Wife said.”

His eyes suddenly lit up, moving a bit closer: “However, what if I have cultivation? Would it mean I can…”

A’Qing looked at Jun Ao’s anticipating gaze, sighing secretly in her heart.

The heir has no dantian, this is a matter that the entire mansion from top to bottom knows.

In this lifetime, it is probably just like this.

She could not bear to strike his confidence, so she followed his words and nodded: “If the heir really has cultivation… whatever posture it is, A’Qing will cooperate.”

The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted it.

Something this explicit, how could she speak it out loud?

“This is what you said!”

Jun Ao’s eyes lit up instantly.

Before the sound of his words fell, wind suddenly generated beneath his feet, his entire person rushing to A’Qing’s side like an arrow, pulling her into his embrace with a single grab.

The movement was surprisingly fast, the generated wind blowing A’Qing’s dress hem.

A’Qing’s entire person was dumbfounded.

Leaning in his embrace, she could clearly sense…

At that exact instant just now, what surged beneath the heir’s feet was true qi!

Although it was faint, it truly existed.

“Heir, you just now…” She broke free, looking at Jun Ao in disbelief.

“You have true qi on your body? The Third Realm of the martial path?”

Jun Ao grinned and smiled, carrying a few parts of smugness: “How is it? It should be fine now, right?”

Before A’Qing had returned to her senses from the shock, Jun Ao had already pulled her hand, running toward the direction of his own room.

“Heir, what are you going to do?” A’Qing was pulled by him, her steps somewhat stumbling.

“Of course it is…” Jun Ao looked back at her, light flashing inside his gaze, like a wolf that had been starving for several days finally seeing meat.

“Fulfilling the promise.”

A’Qing looked at that unmasked excitement upon his handsome face, her heart panicked and chaotic.

She shook her head: “No, it is not allowed! If it lets Young Miss know…”

“You don’t speak, I don’t speak, who will know?” Jun Ao was laughing heh-heh, his feet turning even faster.

A’Qing wanted to struggle, yet was afraid of hurting him.

Just like this, half pushing and half yielding, she was pulled into the room by him.

With a bang sound, the room door closed.

Jun Ao was too urgent, turning his body around, his eyes staring straight at A’Qing.

A’Qing was made completely uncomfortable by his stare.

Today she was wearing a set of green-colored tight martial clothes, the waist bound tightly, outlining a exquisite curve.

Standing in the room at this moment, her hands unconsciously protected in front of her body, her cheeks crimson.

Jun Ao was excited to a complete mess.

Crossing over for twenty years, holding it back for twenty years.

Which heir of another family was not surrounded by wives and concubines, with beautiful women like clouds?

Only him, the serving maids around his body were each and every one beautiful, yet not a single one could be touched.

The reason was just one… he was weak.

Weak to the point that even touching once, he could be hurt by the true qi they unconsciously scattered out.

In the year he was fifteen, he truly could not hold it back, sneaking out to the Wanhua Brothel.

The result was Mei Yingxue carrying a sword to catch him back, not daring to step out of his room door for a full three months.

Now, it was finally different.

He finally had cultivation, although it was only the Third Realm.

But at least… he could touch.

“Heir, please also be calm.” A’Qing looked at him getting closer and closer, her voice tightening.

“I cannot be calm.” Jun Ao pressed her onto the door with a single push, the distance between the two people close to the point where they could sense each other’s breathing.

A’Qing’s heartbeat was like a drum.

She could sense the temperature upon the heir’s body, and could smell the faint fresh scent of honey locust soap upon him.

There was also that kind of scorching light inside his eyes, burning her to the point of not daring to look directly.

“You tell me first,” she worked hard to maintain her rationality.

“You have no dantian, just how did you cultivate?”

Jun Ao smiled, his smile somewhat mysterious: “This is a secret.”

As he spoke, he lowered his head to move closer.

A’Qing closed her eyes out of subconscious habit, her eyelashes trembling lightly.

Right at this time—

With a creak sound.

The door opened.

A’San stood at the doorway, holding a transmission jade token in his hand, his words spoken halfway: “Heir, the Prince transmitted…”

He froze.

His eyes stared perfectly round, his mouth half open, maintaining the posture of handing the letter, his entire person like being struck squarely by lightning.

Inside the room, Jun Ao was just pressing A’Qing onto the wall, the two people stuck extremely close.

A’Qing’s lapel was slightly chaotic, her cheeks crimson.

The heir, on the other hand, had a face of… urgency?

Time seemed to have stilled.

Three pairs of eyes looked at each other.

One second.

Two seconds.

A’San fiercely reacted, turning his body around with a swift motion, even his voice changing its tune: “I, I didn’t see anything! Heir, you guys continue! Continue!”

Having finished speaking, he was about to slip away.

“Stop right there!” Jun Ao let go of A’Qing, tidying his robes, no expression visible on his face.

“What matter?”

A’San kept his back facing them, his neck turning red: “The Prince transmitted a message, there is an important matter looking for you!”

Jun Ao’s gaze condensed, taking the jade token over.

With just a single glance, his face became strange.

Because inside the jade token, there were just two lines of characters.

“A’San, tell Jun Ao, Yingxue has come, and the Imperial Court has also dispatched a large army to support, the Southern Border is without worry, let him rest assured!”

“A’San, I am Young Miss, tell Jun Ao, I am not present, if he dares to go to a brothel, I will return and break his legs!”

Jun Ao’s face turned green!

A’San, however, was shocked to the point that his eyeballs almost dropped out.

“Heir, you just injected true qi into the jade token?”