: Should I Force My Way into Her?

"Although my father and my husband are dead, if their former subordinates find out, they will definitely not let you off the hook!" The woman shook her head desperately, her face streaked with tears, a truly heartbreaking sight.

But the pitiful sight of this young woman only fueled his lust, making his filthy, gaunt figure even more aroused.

"Retire? Hahaha, they're probably still in the bitter cold of Liaodong, their fate uncertain. How could they possibly care about things in the capital? Besides, who are you putting up this chastity arch for? Your husband has been dead for almost six or seven years. Why suffer in this lonely empty room? My dearest darling, I've missed you terribly!"

"No! No! Please... let me go!" The woman's pleas were even more desperate, accompanied by the rustling of her clothes and the sounds of her struggling.

"My darling, you are truly beautiful. I, Yang Shen, am quite a figure in the capital, but a beauty like you is indeed rare in this world. Why don't we go to the Pure Land together? It would be better than wasting our time in this boring world."

"Your fair and tender body will be mine sooner or later!"

Seeing that the young lady was about to fall into the tiger's mouth, after hesitating for a moment, Jia Yun pulled out a plain silk cloth from his bosom to cover his face, then took off his coat and turned it inside out. He suddenly stood up and kicked the tightly closed door hard!

With a loud bang, the door bolt broke and the door swung open.

Inside the room, a dissolute young man dressed in brocade robes and adorned with flowers in his hair was pinning a stunningly beautiful young woman to the bedside.

The woman's hair was disheveled, her clothes were in disarray, and she was trembling with pleasure, secretly shedding tears.

The bright yellow outer garment had been forcibly torn open, revealing the plain-colored inner garment underneath.

A pair of embroidered shoes had been taken off and thrown in the corner, leaving only two snow-white, delicate, and slightly curled jade feet dangling helplessly on the edge of the bed.

Nails coated with daffodil juice looked as delicious as cardamom.

At this moment, the beautiful woman had her cherry-like mouth open, and her alluring eyes were staring in astonishment at the uninvited guest in front of her.

"Which blind bastard dares to ruin my good time!" The lecherous man was naturally furious that his good time had been interrupted, so he turned around angrily and cursed.

"You coward, how dare you wear a mask? Do you even know who my father is?"

Jia Yun didn't waste any words with him. He grabbed an empty wine jar from the bench by the door and smashed it down hard on that filthy head!

"Clang!" The wine jar shattered immediately after the loud crash.

Blood gushed from the other man's forehead, and the scoundrel collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound, seemingly lifeless.

Jia Yun was finally able to calm down and catch his breath before taking a closer look at the still-shaken beauty.

This woman was indeed beautiful, and with her tearful eyes, she appeared even more delicate and pitiful.

Although the winter coat was thick, it couldn't hide her curvaceous figure.

Her voluptuous figure was taut by her clothes, which stretched taut over her ten bamboo shoot-like fingers, making it seem as if she were posing deliberately.

The pair, trembling and precarious, were barely enough to hold in one hand.

"You...who are you?"

"I am...I am a good person." Upon seeing this, Jia Yun immediately pulled a thin blanket from the bed and gently draped it over her body, even softening his soothing tone unconsciously: "My lady has been frightened, please put this on quickly."

The fourteen-year-old boy's body had already grown up, and he would naturally react to such enchanting and romantic sights, but the current situation did not allow him to think too much.

The young woman then came to her senses and hurriedly pulled the blanket over herself to cover up the exposed glimpse of her skin.

She looked up at her savior, still shaken, but upon seeing him, she couldn't help but pause slightly.

Although the young man before them was covered by Su Juan and his true face could not be seen, his features were exceptionally handsome. Coupled with his concerned expression and the awe-inspiring righteousness he exuded, he appeared even more extraordinary.

As a woman who rarely went out, she had little contact with outsiders. This was the first time she had encountered such a handsome and dashing man, so her heart skipped a beat and her cheeks instantly flushed red.

Perhaps the young lady realized that she had been staring at him for too long, and in her shame, a sudden surge of tingling and burning heat shot from her heels to her scalp, making her originally clean earlobes appear to burn red.

The young woman hurriedly lowered her eyelashes, her voice barely audible and tinged with shyness: "Thank you so much for saving me, young master... Please, please excuse me for a moment? Let me tidy myself up..."

Jia Yun was a gentleman, so he naturally turned around as instructed.

Although turning around at this moment was not intentional, in a fleeting glance, out of the corner of his eye, he still caught a glimpse of the beautiful young woman's waist and hip curves outlined under the thin blanket as she hurriedly bent down to pick up her embroidered shoes.

Especially those plump and perky peaches, their round shape swaying slightly with every movement, are truly ripe and tempting.

Jia Yun felt a slight warmth in his heart, but immediately composed himself.

After a few moments, the young woman managed to tidy her clothes and shoes. Although they still looked somewhat disheveled, at least she was presentable.

She looked anxiously at Yang Shen, who lay on the ground, his life hanging in the balance, her voice trembling with tears: "Young Master, what... what are we going to do? His henchmen and lackeys are all downstairs..."

"Downstairs? With such a commotion, why didn't his men come up?" Jia Yun asked, puzzled.

The young woman answered timidly, "He...he gave instructions that no one is allowed to come up and disturb us, no matter what noise we hear..."

Enraged, Jia Yun kicked Yang Shen, who was lying on the ground, twice more in the groin, but the man, who was unconscious, did not react at all. Then he walked to the window and quietly opened a crack to look down.

Sure enough, I saw a lot of arrogant servants standing in the front yard.

They all kept their eyes down, completely ignoring the commotion upstairs; they were truly competent lackeys.

Jia Yun quickly ran to the back window, opened it, and looked down. The street in the backyard was quiet, and there seemed to be hardly anyone there.

"Let's go through the backyard!" Jia Yun decided immediately. "We'll jump out the back window!"

"Young master...this...this is the third floor...this concubine dares not..." The young lady also walked to the back window and looked down, but her beautiful eyes were full of fear.

She subconsciously took a step closer to Jia Yun, as if she wanted to cling to him, but the faint fragrance wafting from her body made Jia Yun's heart itch.

Such a height intimidated Jia Yun, but if he were caught on the spot by the young master's men, he would probably die on the spot. So he had no choice but to muster his courage and show off.

"Trust me." Without waiting for a reply, Jia Yun bent down, put one hand under her legs, held the packed food in the other, and wrapped the other arm around her slender yet supple waist, easily lifting her up in his arms.

"Ah!" The young lady exclaimed in surprise, and then instinctively stretched out her jade arms to wrap around his neck.

A warm, fragrant, and soft body fills my arms.

The two were pressed tightly together, and even through their clothes, one could feel the unique scale and sensation.

The young woman seemed to have never been so close to a man other than her husband before, and she immediately blushed deeply, even her fair earlobes and neck turning crimson.

She buried her face deeply in his neck, not daring to look up, her heart pounding like a drum.

It's not that the young lady was infatuated, but rather that, regardless of gender, any sudden intimate contact with a strikingly attractive member of the opposite sex will inevitably stir a ripple in one's heart—after all, people aren't made of stone.

Jia Yun was immediately captivated. The woman in his arms was incredibly soft and light, yet her touch was exquisite.

The wafting fragrance made him take a deep breath and suppress his lustful thoughts.

Jia Yun spotted a pile of soft hay below and jumped down.

Upon landing, the young woman was still frightened and shy. Her legs were weak and she couldn't stand steadily when she left the haystack. She let out a soft cry and subconsciously grabbed his shirt again.

She looked up at him with her beautiful face, as lovely as a peach blossom and still flushed with shyness, her eyes filled with both panic and dependence.

"Mother, Madam, we're safe now." Jia Yun's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, but she quickly composed herself and reminded her.

The young woman suddenly realized what had happened, and like a startled rabbit, she abruptly released her grip, took two steps back, and bowed deeply: "Thank you so much, young master, for saving my life! I... I will never forget this kindness!"

She secretly glanced up and quickly looked at Jia Yun's handsome features again, her heart pounding once more.

"It was nothing, madam. You should go home now; it's not safe to stay here any longer." Jia Yun turned away, avoiding looking directly at her still somewhat disheveled clothes and her blushing face.

The young woman thanked him again, then hurriedly lifted her skirt and disappeared into the alleyway with a brisk yet undeniably graceful gait.

Jia Yun watched her departing figure.

Her slender figure, especially the naturally swaying curves of her hips as she walked, truly captivated the imagination.

He touched the few dozen copper coins he had left in his pocket, looked up at the open back window, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"During the Tianyou era... Yang Shen... the Eastern Judicial Officer... the Ninth Prince... Wei Zhongxian... This trouble is probably huge."

Just as Jia Yun was about to turn and leave, the sound of hurried footsteps came from the back alley—the commotion from jumping out of the window had finally alerted the servants in the front yard.