"Feixia Tower" should really find a large temple to burn incense and worship Buddha these days, or perhaps the beauties should fast and bathe properly, praying for bad luck to disperse, for villains to stay away, and for good luck to return quickly.

  For some reason, trouble seems to come one after another, making it impossible to guard against.

  First, the owner's boudoir was burgled on a snowy night, and a "Manluo Grass Root" with aphrodisiac properties, gifted by Master Meng, was stolen.

  That night, the owner, curious about the efficacy of the grass root, emulated Shen Nong's spirit of tasting herbs, scraping off a small amount of powder from the root with a small knife and mixing it into ordinary calming incense. She also drank a lot of strong liquor. As a result, the alcohol combined with inhaling the scent of the "Manluo Grass Root" made her feel disoriented, as if she were crossing mountains and seas, with an incredibly potent after-effect that knocked the owner unconscious.

  It wasn't until the next day when the beauties saw she hadn't come downstairs for a long time, and Aunt Shuang personally went to her boudoir to check, that they discovered the boudoir in disarray, as if swept by wind and snow. The owner was still unconscious, her delicate body nearly undressed beneath the warm quilt, with faint red marks on her chest and shoulders, which any discerning eye would recognize as kiss marks.

  The Feixia Tower owner was molested, what a thrilling—uh... shocking event! How could they swallow their anger without thoroughly investigating the matter?!

  But what was suspicious was that the owner seemed unwilling to pursue the matter. When the beauties asked her to recall the events of that night, she stammered and couldn't explain anything clearly.

  Fine. Let's put personal matters aside for now, because the important matters that followed were truly head-scratching.

  It turned out that a batch of spices and medicinal herbs, which were regularly transported by Hu merchants from the Western regions, had an accident during transit. At first, they thought the caravan had been robbed by bandits. Later, they learned that it was rumored to have been bought by a wealthy merchant who had just returned to the Central Plains from overseas, who had bought it at double the price.

  Hua Duomei originally thought it was probably the "Jiangnan Yu Family" deliberately making things difficult, because the Yu Family's "Young Master Buddha" was still in the hands of their Hua sisters, and it was said that Yu Duoyuan, the head of the Yu Family, spared no effort and cared deeply for his cousin "Young Master Buddha". It was very likely that he was coercing in other aspects to force the "Feixia Tower" to obediently hand over "Young Master Buddha".

  Very well. It's good to have more people who are obsessed with caring for their younger siblings! Anyway, she was accustomed to "taking what others love and ruining their happiness," so she would fight to the end!

  Then, a few days later, in the morning, she discovered that her younger sister, Hua Yuhong, who had been healthy and rosy-cheeked the night before, was lying unconscious behind the purple gauze curtain. She had been poisoned by the "Buddha Young Master" through sexual intercourse. As for the instigator, who had made her sister fall in love and then heartbroken, he had already disappeared without a trace.

  The poison implanted in her sister's flesh and blood was quite peculiar. A faint fragrance emanated from her breath. She was too familiar with that scent; it was the fragrance of the "Purple Acacia Tree" flowers.

  Who would use the flowers of the "Purple Acacia Tree" as a catalyst to concoct such a bizarre aphrodisiac poison?

  Who was that "who"?

  She knew perfectly well, why would she need to think further... Suddenly, all the events coalesced into one point. That single point, she was startled and amazed, and suddenly understood everything!

  Everything that had happened at "Feixia Tower" recently was inextricably linked to that Master Le Salang!

  "Big Sister, I'm actually okay, it's nothing. As long as I don't think about him, it's not too unbearable... Don't be so angry that you can't say a word. It's been several days, alas... What if you get sick from anger?" Hua Yuhong tried to comfort her, frowning.

  She was clearly enduring the itching and burning sensation in her body. The aphrodisiac poison was filled with longing. As soon as she thought of her lover, the poison would "flare up." How could she be okay?

  Her heart ached, aching for her younger sister to the point of spitting fire. Hua Duomei paced back and forth on the chestnut wood floor beneath her skirt, but she was now in the elegant room of "Langping Water Pavilion," not the boudoir of "Feixia Tower."

  She had brought her younger sister Hua Yuhong here to recuperate today.

  In fact, she had rarely returned to this water pavilion in the past four years. After Le Salang left, she had lived in "Feixia Tower" almost all the time. Perhaps she avoided the water pavilion to avoid seeing things and remembering him, fearing that the boundless tenderness of the purple acacia forest under the moonlight would also stir boundless tenderness in her heart, making her weak.

  Since that damned "Buddha Young Master" left "Feixia Tower" with the help of "someone concerned," she had been trying to find a way to detoxify her sister. However, after much thought and several attempts, none had worked.

  How she hated him! How she hated him!

  Why did he treat her like this?

  She was certain that the man had indeed come that night.

  She was dazed, talking and laughing, even crying in her confusion, though she didn't know why. Her weakness was fully exposed, and he must have found it quite amusing.

  If he wanted to laugh at her, fine. Why did he steal the "Manluo Grass Root"? Why did he leave kiss marks on her body? And why did he help outsiders bully Yuhong, causing her such misery?

  Was his actions against Yuhong simply to avenge her for letting Lan Qier leave with Lie Erzhen so easily four years ago?

  Yuhong was innocent. If he still harbored resentment after four years, he should have taken it out on her, not involved others!

  "Big Sister!" she exclaimed.

  She was so angry that her vision went white. Her pacing feet suddenly tripped, and she stumbled, falling to the ground, her face pale.

  "I... I..." She gasped for breath, her throat dry as never before, unable to utter a sound. Her wild, beautiful eyes widened. "I, I... *gulp*... woo woo woo~~ Waaah waah ah ah ah~~"

  "Big Sister!" Why are you crying?

  Hua Duomei wasn't just crying; she was wailing.

  Sitting on the ground, she tilted her face slightly, crying heartbrokenly. All the words and emotions she couldn't express poured out through her tears.

  "Big Sister, don't cry! You, you... don't cry... If you cry, I'll cry too... I, I... woo woo woo~~ Waaah waah ah ah ah ah~~"

  As a result, the two sisters hugged each other and cried bitterly, their tears flowing as if the heavens and earth had changed color, making them forget the current time.

  Thus, the passionate Purple Acacia Forest on the shore opposite the elegant room, stirred by the cold night wind, also let out a mournful rustling sound, accompanying the heartbroken people who couldn't sleep, as if weeping, as if dreaming, and as if intoxicated...

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  Hua Yuhong slept intermittently and uneasily. Hua Duomei, who was worried about her younger sister, dared not rashly use other sleeping aids for fear of further complications. In the end, she could only resort to acupuncture with the Hibiscus Golden Needles to temporarily suppress the aphrodisiac poison in her sister's body, hoping to help her sleep more soundly.

  As she stepped into the Purple Acacia Forest, her bare feet were already cold, and her black silk skirt was stained with fine snow.

  She walked slowly and quietly. The forest at midnight was like a fantasy realm. The ground was covered with white snow, and the moonlight turned into a purple glow, making her black clothes and skirt seem to flow with light.

  She paused slightly when she saw a swing hung under a thick branch. Then, she smiled faintly, gathered her skirt, and sat on it.

  She swung back and forth without much force, her mind blank for a long time. She didn't want to think about anything, feeling tired and weary. However, this weariness was not physical. It was only because of what her younger sister had told her a few days ago when they were talking about love between men and women—

  ...Hua family daughters are all the same... once they fall for someone, their hearts are captured, and they can't let go, they can't forget...

  ...Looking around, playing in the world, in the end, they only love that one person...

  Is it so tiring to love just one person... Alas.

  There's someone in the forest!

  She put down her snow-covered feet, the swing's motion abruptly stopped, and she suddenly raised her forehead, which was leaning against the thick hemp rope.

  A tall, dark figure stood not far ahead under the purple shade. His relaxed posture suggested he had already claimed the place as his own, and had been observing her in the darkness for quite some time.

  Seeing that she had noticed him, the imposing dark figure finally emerged from the hidden spot at a leisurely pace, letting the bright snow light, moonlight, and purple glow wash over him.

  Hua Duomei's eyes widened, and her chest tightened.

  The man said in a deep voice, "If we calculate, this Purple Acacia Forest is only seven years old. I didn't expect every tree to grow so well, better than any I've planted before."

  He patted the thick trunk of the tree closest to him with his large palm, then took a few steps closer to her, Le Salang's bushy eyebrows raised.

  "Do you think it's possible that this forest is thriving because it has witnessed the union of men and women and enjoyed their nourishment, so it's in a good mood, and every tree is striving to grow tall?"

  Hua Duomei naturally understood what he was implying.

  They hadn't seen each other for four years. The last time he sneaked into the owner's boudoir, she had made herself dazed, and her memory was completely blurred. She only remembered the man's refreshing scent and his forceful embrace... That night was truly chaotic. It felt like she had been with the man, but nothing was completed.

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  If she were to blush easily at his extremely intimate and frivolous words, it wouldn't be in line with her character as Hua Duomei.

  She jumped off the swing, her lotus-like feet landing on the snow without a sound, and walked straight towards him.

  Le Salang waited for her to approach, his deep eyes greedily devouring her beautiful figure and face. However, in the next moment, his left cheek was swiped, and with a crisp sound, he was slapped hard by her jade hand again.

  Very good. Four years ago, it was her right cheek that was slapped; this time, it's her left cheek. One on each side, like good brothers.

  Again?!

  Without letting her succeed, he waved his large hand, grabbed her second raised jade hand, and pulled the woman's alluring body closer to him. With a spin, he pushed her against the thick trunk of the Purple Acacia Tree.

  "Take out the antidote!" Hua Duomei was filled with anger and resentment. Her hands were held by him, and her legs were still kicking and struggling, without any martial arts moves, just wanting to make him suffer.

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  "What antidote?" he asked knowingly, while using his tall stature and strong power to pin her down, making her unable to move. Her kicking jade legs were also clamped by his sturdy thighs.

  She was so angry she almost fainted. "Don't think I don't know. If you hadn't interfered and helped that damned 'Buddha Young Master' of the Yu family, Yuhong wouldn't have been in such a miserable state! The poison that bastard planted in Yuhong is all the scent of Purple Acacia flowers. Are you still going to play dumb?" Her face, which had been pale from the cold night wind just an hour ago, now had a flush of red. Her slightly tired eyes also rekindled with flames, her movements like a baring beast, yet particularly, particularly beautiful.

  He lowered his head and kissed her rosy lips. When she fiercely resisted, he didn't care that his lips were bitten. The smell of blood drove him to kiss deeper, with almost brutal force.

  Their eyes met, and neither of them backed down. Finally, as her legs began to stir again, almost allowing her "knee-to-groin" move to succeed, Le Salang temporarily pulled away, releasing her slightly swollen crimson lips.

  "I did help the Yu family young master a little bit." His dark face, slightly thinner and with more defined contours than four years ago, showed no guilt. His breath mingled with hers as he rasped, "That day, I saw everything the women in 'Feixia Tower' did to the Yu family's 'Buddha Young Master'... I saw it all clearly. I also know that you later boldly entered the purple gauze curtain, fearing your sister would lack courage and experience, fearing she would give up halfway. To extract the 'Buddha Young Master's' essence, you not only wanted the other women to assist, but you also wanted to step in yourself?"

  Hua Duomei was stunned, not expecting him to suddenly mention this, and even less expecting him to have been present.

  On the day "Feixia Tower" "performed the ritual" for the Yu family's "Buddha Young Master" and her younger sister Hua Yuhong, although there were seventy-two beauties guarding inside and out, Yuhong was still a novice. Her lover was ill and temperamental, and the process was very difficult at one point. She became impatient watching from outside the purple gauze curtain and rushed in. Fearing that her sister Yuhong would be slow, she remembered saying harsh words—

  "Why are you still dawdling with him? Alas, I, Hua Duomei, have been active in Chunjiang for over ten years, and I've never seen such a tenacious character. He's been standing tall for half a day, as thick and red as a hot iron, yet he refuses to ejaculate?"

  "If you don't show him some color, it's a waste of your sacrifice!"

  Finally, after throwing the aphrodisiac oil bottle to her sister, she seemed to have added—

  "Coat his thing with this, and he'll be happy all the way. If you can't do it, and truly want me to step in, once I make my move, your poor 'Buddha Young Master' won't be able to handle it!"

  She was a "paper tiger," always bluffing, but facing this man's mocking interrogation at this moment, she would never show weakness.

  Her delicate chin lifted proudly, and she tried to steady her breathing. "Legend has it that by obtaining the 'Buddha Young Master's' virginity, one can absorb yang to nourish yin, maintain youth forever, and never grow old. If Yuhong couldn't swallow this treasure, the 'Buddha Young Master,' of course, I would step in myself. Is there any need to be polite?"

  She suddenly exclaimed in surprise, as the man who was restraining her suddenly changed his posture.

  He wedged one of his sturdy thighs between her legs, preventing her from closing them. Her tiptoes were even off the ground, and she was essentially sitting on his thigh.

  "What are you doing? Let go of me!" You despicable person!

  "Let's talk clearly first. Whether to let go or not, I will decide naturally." He lowered his gaze, a sinister glint flashing in his pupils. The expression was too subtle, but it was very intriguing.

  "What is there to talk about? I—"

  "So that night, you kept shouting that you wanted a man, acting crazy, were you looking for a weak scholar type like the Yu family's young master?" He curled his lips and sneered. "When did your taste change?"

  "You—" She was choked with anger, her almond-shaped eyes widening again.

  Before she could even question him, he was interrogating her?

  "Hmm, I'd advise you to be merciful. That kind of weak scholar type might not be able to satisfy the owner's needs. If he's drained to death, the owner would be greatly sinful." He smiled coldly.

  "You, you you—" Hua Duomei was so angry that her vision turned red. She couldn't fight, and she couldn't scold. If she weren't so angry, she should have smelled the subtle hint of jealousy in his words, even though his cold smile was quite stiff.

  "Why did you come back?"

  The anger finally burst from her throat. Her eyes reddened, and she yelled hoarsely, "I said, you can blame me for Lan Qier's matter. Even if the situation were to repeat itself, I would still let her go. I don't regret it!"

  Panting, her chest felt like it would burst. She gasped for air.

  "You left, no longer lingering, then go. Take all your men with you and go wherever you're happy. It doesn't matter if we're no longer doing business. Anyway, there are plenty of Hu merchants who specialize in spices, whether you're one less or one more. Even for 'Dragon Charm Incense,' I... I can concoct it myself! If you want to break the contract, break it. I won't pursue it or care. Why did you come back? How did my sister offend you? Did you target Yuhong just to make me taste the pain of having my heart torn out? You, you you..." She had many more things to scold and ask, but her anger overwhelmed her, rushing to her head. The red mist in front of her eyes suddenly spread out, boundless. She couldn't catch her breath, and her body went limp like a broken puppet, falling to the side.

  "Big Sister!" Le Salang also knew to be nervous and quickly offered his chest for her to lean on.

  "Get away..." She didn't appreciate it. Her face, pale as snow under the moonlight and purple glow, with stubbornly red lips, and her distressed expression with furrowed brows and lowered lashes, revealed a rare vulnerability.

  The next moment, she was carried horizontally in the man's arms, experiencing for the first time what it meant to "faint from anger."

  She truly fainted, her consciousness briefly blank, and then with his strong heartbeat, thump, thump, thump... slowly, bit by bit, her spirit was pulled back.

  His steps were steady as he walked across the snow, onto the small bridge, and familiarly carried her back to the elegant room that had once belonged to them.

  The two maids saw him and their eyes widened. They stammered, "Master... you're back..."

  Le Salang nodded with a bitter smile.

  The maids turned around, their faces suddenly beaming. "Master, you're finally back! If you don't come back, the Great Mistress won't come back either. Now there's only the young mistress Yuhong left in the water pavilion, and it's getting more and more deserted!"

  Hearing this, Le Salang lowered his gaze and glanced at the woman leaning against his chest, still frowning and gasping softly. His expression was complex.

  Without waiting for further instruction, the two maids spontaneously decided to leave them alone, letting the man take care of the Great Mistress.

  "Get away... scram..." As the man gently placed her down, Hua Duomei finally managed to lift her eyelashes faintly. Although her aura was greatly weakened, at least her consciousness had stabilized.

  Le Salang did walk away, but returned shortly with a damp cloth soaked in warm water. He grabbed her bare feet and wiped them vigorously, cleaning off the snow, mud, and grass debris from the soles and toes.

  At first, Hua Duomei was stunned, not moving at all, letting him have his way. Now, the lights in the elegant room were bright, and her steady gaze clearly saw the silver ring on the man's neck, the very one she had secretly fastened back then. Her heart couldn't help but tremble.

  Why was he still wearing it? Had he not been able to remove it until now?

  Her thoughts became chaotic again, and she murmured softly, "...Why did you secretly take the silver chain back then? If we wanted to break up, we should have broken up. We should have said it clearly face-to-face, it would have been simple and straightforward. We were just doing business. All our relationships were based on business. Once we stopped doing business together, there was no need to abide by the troublesome thing called 'commitment'... You left, and I was free, I could have as many men as I wanted, what's wrong with that? It's great..."

  "I didn't break the contract, and I didn't say we should break up." He dropped the cloth in his hand, turned her face to him, his eyes sharp and focused. "You have no other men to choose from, only me. And you must have me."

  "I absolutely won't—" She paused abruptly. Because of his imposing face and his stern, fiery deep eyes, his aura completely overwhelmed her urge to retort.

  She felt truly pathetic. She took a deep breath to regroup, but the man's sharp scent already enveloped her breath.

  He sealed her lips, sucking her soft lips and small tongue, unrestrainedly tasting her sweetness, wanting to tempt her to completely surrender beneath him, to become soft and hot for him...

  His movements were precise and swift, like a beast that had trapped its prey in its claws and was ready to tear and devour it.

  Hua Duomei writhed uncomfortably beneath him, but desperately tried to bite back her moans.

  She wanted a man.

  She hadn't had a man for a long, long time.

  The annoying thing was that the daughters of the Hua family were too picky. Once they fell for someone, no one else would do. They would always only want that one person.

  But what was this now?

  He wanted her, so he came whenever he wanted. Did she have to play along?

  "Wait a moment... wait... stop..." The more she thought about it, the more helpless she felt, and she began to struggle, desperately trying to control her thoughts and not let herself go. However, her words "stop" had no effect whatsoever. The man continued to press down on her delicate and fragrant body, attacking her relentlessly, igniting fires everywhere.

  What's more, he seemed to have figured out her moves. He used one large palm to firmly grasp her two slender wrists, holding them high above her head, preventing her small hands from producing the Hibiscus Golden Needles to knock him unconscious.

  Her whole body flushed red, but she was unwilling to submit. Suddenly, something flashed in her mind—

  "No! I... I can't do it these few days. I'm very likely to get pregnant... Not these few days, Le Salang, do you hear me? Get up—ah!"

  The man heard her. He heard it clearly.

  He rested his broad forehead against hers, his deep, dark pupils locked onto her, and possessed her without hesitation.

  "You... you bastard!" She had said she was likely to get pregnant, and he... he still forced himself on her!

  Hua Duomei was both angry and flustered, both dazed and confused. Inwardly, she hated him, but her hot, moist body couldn't let him go.

  "Bastard... bastard... why did you come back? Bullying people like this... what kind of hero are you..." she babbled from her delicate lips, only to have them sealed by the man's hot kiss again.

  This time, she refused to be outdone and kissed him back forcefully, biting his tongue and swelling his lips as well. The two of them fought wildly, their bodies clashing fiercely, entwined like fire, until the night was deep, until the moon was about to set outside the water pavilion and the wind was about to subside, and the surging tide of passion in the elegant room finally calmed down...

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  At dawn, as the sky began to lighten, the "Langping Water Pavilion" in the snow looked particularly cold.

  Without disturbing the sleeping person, the tall man with broad shoulders and a strong back quietly stepped out of the elegant room. The black cloak he casually tied behind him moved gently. His coarse linen vest revealed two strong, muscular arms, as if he didn't care about the winter cold at all.

  A few steps after he walked out, he saw a young woman in a golden-red dress standing at the bottom of the corridor stairs, smiling at him.

  "How did Brother-in-law bully Big Sister?" Hua Yuhong asked softly. Seeing the old acquaintance, she looked quite pleased.

  Le Salang's steps faltered slightly, and a blush appeared on his dark face, betraying a hint of embarrassment.

  Before he could speak, Hua Yuhong answered for him.

  "That's right, Big Sister bullied you, so you bullied her too. You get angry at her, annoyed at her, feel wronged, but still can't let her go, can you..." She smiled, soft and gentle. "Big Sister is also angry at you, annoyed at you, feels wronged, hates you to death, but also can't let go, can't forget you, alas... You two torment each other back and forth, don't you get tired? And she got dragged into it, she's so innocent."

  Le Salang strode down the long steps and stood before her. He neither confirmed nor denied that his thoughts had been seen through. He only examined Hua Yuhong's slightly pale face and said quietly, "I'll remove the Acacia Aphrodisiac Poison from your body."

  Hua Yuhong was stunned at first, then pursed her lips and smiled again, shaking her head.

  "No need, I don't want to remove it. Since it was planted in my body by the person I love in the most intimate way, I'll keep it. It's quite good like this, I don't want to remove it!"

  This time, it was Le Salang's turn to be stunned.

  He looked at her deeply, as if he understood something. He thought of the woman in his heart, who had also carved herself into his body in a similarly intimate way.

  He was also poisoned, an invisible poison. He was truly angry and annoyed, extremely unwilling, yet he still couldn't let go. His heart had long been controlled by someone, and there was nowhere to hide.

  "I'll get the antidote for you. If you can't bear it, take it. Don't force yourself," he said.

  Hua Yuhong still smiled, as if removing the aphrodisiac poison in her body was not a big deal. However, she asked, "Brother-in-law, are you still leaving in the end, not staying?" Her question had a double meaning.

  Le Salang said without hesitation, "I still have to leave. In the end, I will take your Big Sister with me." Whether she followed or not.

  Hua Yuhong blinked her beautiful eyes at this. Her delicate eyebrows arched, and hearing the strength in his words, she couldn't help but smile more.

  He took another step, about to leap onto the light boat he had used to come here last night, when the person behind him called out to him again.

  "Brother-in-law—"

  He turned his head.

  "Be careful!"

  "Careful about what?" He frowned.

  "Be careful not to provoke Big Sister too much! If you really make her so angry that she explodes, given Big Sister's temper, she'll definitely go all out and fight the other party to the death. At that time, she might do something earth-shattering. So, Brother-in-law, be careful yourself. Know when to stop. I wish Brother-in-law, well... everything goes smoothly, and success is within reach!"

  Le Salang's features tensed, his sharp eyes narrowed, and a bad premonition rippled faintly in his left chest...