Chapter 48#
“Then Could the Young Master Give Me a Child?” Chapter Number: 729074y#
The two of them splashed around in the water for nearly half an hour. When the water gradually cooled, Chu Tan roughly dried Rong Yu with a cloth and carried him to the bed to continue.
Rong Yu’s ink-black hair spread out like waterweed across the snow-white bedsheets, his face dotted with glistening droplets, his eyes and lips flushed a rich, vivid red. With each of Chu Tan’s thrusts, his body moved along, his expression dazed and wanton—like a beautiful, dancing sea siren.
Only this siren had no fishtail, just a pair of jade-white slender legs, which the lecher violating him was holding and toying with.
Chu Tan gripped Rong Yu’s thin ankle, and while thrusting his powerful waist, he licked and kissed his foot with near-fanatical fervor.
From bottom to top, the rough surface of his tongue traveled up from the heel, circling in the small hollow of the arch. Rong Yu’s feet never touched the ground and bore no strength; they were fair and soft, with delicate, thin bones, like an exquisite piece of jade craftsmanship.
Chu Tan was extraordinarily fond of this pair of jade feet, licking every inch of them over and over, his gaze brimming with obsession.
Even though Rong Yu’s mind was foggy from being fucked senseless, catching a dazed glimpse of this scene, he still mumbled a curse: “Pervert.”
His legs had no sensation at all, yet from Chu Tan’s lewd gaze, he felt an intense heat that shot from his toes up to his tailbone, then surged along his spine to his brain.
He arched his slender neck taut, moaning as he came.
Chu Tan chuckled lowly. “The young master has come three times now. Seems he’s enjoying himself thoroughly.”
Rong Yu gasped weakly, his thin chest flushed pink and dotted with faint red marks.
“I’m going to end up with kidney failure sooner or later…” Rong Yu thought. At this rate of reckless debauchery, he was afraid he’d be done in by Chu Tan in a different way.
“I’ll have someone come regulate your health.”
Chu Tan had long since sent Cai Shu to search ancient texts and prescriptions, looking for a way to treat Rong Yu’s weakness. Cai Shu’s medical skill was superb; presumably, once they returned to the capital, he could begin treating Rong Yu.
As for Rong Yu’s legs, Chu Tan’s gaze shifted to his knees. Normal knees were raised and smooth, but Rong Yu’s were slightly deformed, with some places sunken inward—caused by broken bones.
Chu Tan lowered his head and kissed those misshapen places. He would find a way to heal Rong Yu’s legs.
Seeing his action, Rong Yu felt an inexplicable flutter in his chest. He crooked a finger at him, and Chu Tan bent down, leaning close to Rong Yu’s face.
Rong Yu patted his head, then lifted his own with difficulty, pecking him on the chin before flopping heavily back down.
Yet it was this brief, fleeting kiss that sent every cell in Chu Tan’s body into a frenzy. He excitedly kissed Rong Yu’s cheeks and neck, even licking and nibbling, like a dog overjoyed and beside itself after being praised by its master.
Hot sweat dripped from his full pectorals all the way down to his lower abdomen, leaving his chiseled abs glistening wet. He fucked with increasing ferocity, bouncing Rong Yu relentlessly. But he still wasn’t satisfied with the depth—he wanted to bury the entire cock, preferably even his balls, deep inside that body.
Chu Tan propped a soft pillow under Rong Yu’s lower back, arching his lumbar spine while letting his hips sink, so he could penetrate deeper, until he once again reached that soft cavity.
The glans tentatively pushed against it, only to be bounced back.
Chu Tan breathed out a pleasurable sigh, kissing Rong Yu’s cheek as he asked curiously, “Young master, what place is this?”
All his sexual knowledge came from the old matrons’ teachings in the prince’s residence and the crude talk of soldiers in the army camp. He himself had never had any experience—everything had been figured out on Rong Yu’s body.
In a sense, Rong Yu was his teacher.
Teacher Rong, being prodded until he was sore and numb, furrowed his brows. “Don’t come in.”
“The young master must first tell me what this place is.” How could Chu Tan let it go? The ecstatic sensation from last time was still unforgettable in his mind, and he desperately wanted to enter and experience it again.
He moved his waist in small increments, grinding the head of his cock against the opening, testing the depth repeatedly.
Rong Yu gripped the bedsheets beneath him, inhaling softly. “It’s the womb.”
Chu Tan’s movements paused, a flicker of bewilderment in his eyes, quickly replaced by overwhelming joy.
“Then could the young master give me a child?”
Ignoring Rong Yu’s curses, Chu Tan no longer hesitated, ramming straight in with reckless abandon.
Rong Yu’s mind went blank for a moment, and he cursed through gritted teeth, “I’ll give you a hell of a child! Get out!”
Chu Tan turned a deaf ear, wholly immersed in the joy that Rong Yu could bear his child. Though ever since falling in love with Rong Yu, he had stopped considering the question of heirs—but if he truly could have a child with Rong Yu, one carrying their shared blood, that would absolutely be the greatest fortune of his life.
Rong Yu cursed him for half the night, until he was fucked until he lost all strength, his eyes rolling back, sprawled on the bed like a fish stranded ashore, not even wanting to move a finger.
Chu Tan also fucked him for half the night, filling the small womb with thick seed until Rong Yu’s lower belly was slightly distended, as if he were pregnant.
Chu Tan blissfully pressed his cheek against it, gently rubbing against the warm skin. There was no sound at all, except Rong Yu’s low murmuring, still cursing him for being a beast…
Chu Tan: “…” After thinking for a while, he went out to call for water, then carried Rong Yu away to clean him up properly.
The young master’s body was still too weak, not suited for bearing a child. And he also had unfinished great plans; he couldn’t give Rong Yu a stable environment. Once everything was settled, he would let Rong Yu sit in that position above all others, beneath only one—only then would he be qualified to bring up such a matter.
Rong Yu drifted off into a hazy sleep. Chu Tan dressed him in his underclothes, tucked him into the soft blankets, and gently kissed his cheeks still flushed with lingering desire.
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Then he quietly slipped away from the Yang residence.
The west of Yangzhou was the most chaotic melting pot—home to beggars, refugees, and wandering rogues, and also where many illicit dealings took place.
The darker the night, the more lively it became.
Chu Tan wove through the narrow alleys, dodging two prostitutes soliciting customers, knocking out five thugs who tried to rob him, and finally arriving at a civilian house, where he knocked on the courtyard door.
The door opened quickly from within, revealing a burly man with a thick, bushy beard. The two exchanged a look, then the man swiftly ushered Chu Tan inside and bolted the courtyard door tightly shut.
Once inside the house, the hulking man immediately shed all pretense, tore off his beard, and transformed into a young man in his early twenties.
The man knelt before Chu Tan and said in a low voice, “Wei Wu greets the Young Prince.”
Chu Tan found a chair and sat down. “Rise.”
“Thank you, Young Prince.” Wei Wu stood and poured tea for Chu Tan.
Chu Tan raised a hand slightly. “Just the important matters.”
Wei Wu set down the teacup. “Yes, sir.”
“The Third Prince’s salt field is just outside the city. He had someone buy that piece of land and build an estate on it to conceal the truth, but in reality, he’s dug many salt wells and is excavating day and night. However, since two months ago, the defenses of Qingshan Manor have become much tighter—our people can no longer get in. Also, the Third Prince’s men have grown somewhat suspicious of me. I had someone dressed as I usually appear leave the city to draw their attention away; that should have thrown them off.”
Chu Tan’s fingers tapped lightly on the table. “Any leads on the trafficking of common folk between him and Lin Yu?”
Wei Wu said, “I only found that a gambling den seems to have some connection to Princess Lin Yu. The owner of the gambling den is a distant relative of the steward of the princess’s household. I’ve been to that gambling den. They sell something called Drunken Immortal there, and the gamblers rush to buy it.”
Chu Tan’s fingertips paused mid-tap. “Drunken Immortal?”
Wei Wu nodded. “Five taels of silver for one qian. At the time, this subordinate felt it was too expensive and didn’t buy it.”
Chu Tan lifted his gaze to look at him. “Out of money?”
“I have money, this subordinate simply felt that funds should be spent on important matters.” Wei Wu said expressionlessly.
From start to finish, he wore a deadpan face—except for his lips moving when he spoke, there was no trace of animation, like a wax figure.
Chu Tan’s brows furrowed slightly. “My instinct tells me this Drunken Immortal is closely tied to this case. Find out what it is.”
Wei Wu: “Yes, sir.”
“How did the salt sent south last time fare?”
Wei Wu: “The fine salt was very popular with the Southern Yue people; it sold out in less than half a month.”
Two months prior, they had hijacked the Third Prince’s eight salt ships and secretly transported those eight thousand dan of salt to the southern border of Great Zhou—the area bordering the Southern Yue kingdom.
The reason for shipping it there was that, within Great Zhou’s territory, producing and selling such a massive amount of salt would quickly be discovered by the court, and the Third Prince would also catch wind of it, inviting unnecessary trouble.
The Southern Yue border was Chu Tan’s home base. The Wei Prince’s residence and the Vermilion Bird Army had once garrisoned here together, guarding the territory and its people.
Later, when the Wei Prince’s household was seized and confiscated, Emperor Yuanjing sought to take back the Vermilion Bird Army. The Vermilion Bird Army was fewer than ten thousand men, but every single one was an elite, fierce warrior—a formidable, battle-hardened force.
Unfortunately, the Vermilion Bird Army only took orders from the Wei Prince. They vanished outright, and even the emperor couldn’t find their whereabouts.
In truth, Chu Tan had secretly gathered them, and they remained stationed in the south, awaiting Chu Tan’s orders.
After the eight thousand dan of salt was transported to the border, using the salt-making method Chu Tan had obtained from Rong Yu, they produced five thousand dan of fine salt, which was sent into the trade route opened between Great Zhou and Southern Yue.
The Southern Yue kingdom was wealthy, but its territory was too small and resources scarce. The Southern Yue people had silver but nowhere to spend it, relying entirely on this trade route to improve their quality of life.
Thus, once the fine salt went on sale—even at a price more than three times that of ordinary salt—it was still snatched up and sold out quickly.
Chu Tan’s coffers were instantly filled to the brim.
Chu Tan took a sip of tea, a faint trace of mockery surfacing in his dark eyes. “Yan Mingxuan really is my god of wealth.”
Wei Wu stood with lowered gaze, silent as a sculpture.
Dawn was about to break as the two finished their conversation.
Chu Tan rose to leave, then suddenly remembered something. He said seriously, “There’s a very important task I need you to carry out.”
Wei Wu’s face turned solemn as he knelt on one knee. “I await the Young Prince’s command.”
“Send a message via the gyrfalcon to Cai Shu. Have him send over that jade token my father left me. It must be quick.”
【Author’s Note:】
The main story will not include pregnancy—those who aren’t into that can rest easy. If there’s demand, it might be written in a side story.