Prince Bei Jing of the Red Chamber, starting from saving Qin Keqing

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and in the courtyard of the Prince of Beijing's mansion, the remaining snow reflected the faint light, while the fragrance of winter plum blossoms drifted into the inner room through the window.

Shui Rong was still drowsy when she heard Zhao Zhong's almost inaudible knocking on the door, followed by a low reply:

"Your Highness, Second Madam Lian is already waiting in the guest room. She said... she thought that the yang energy is strongest in the morning, which might be more beneficial for the treatment."

Shui Rong's eyelashes trembled, and her sleepiness vanished instantly. Suddenly, the image of her flushed skin, wet eyelashes, and rapid breathing from the warm pavilion yesterday flashed into her mind.

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and a low, husky smile curled at the corner of his lips, carrying the languor of someone who had just woken up: "Let Feng Lazi wait a little longer, I will come after I have washed and changed." The way he called her "Feng Lazi" sounded familiar, yet it also contained a hint of indulgence that he himself was unaware of.

Zhao Zhong responded with a "Yes" and quietly retreated.

As Shui Rong stood up, her fingertips seemed to still retain the warm touch of yesterday when she touched her skin.

He washed up very quickly, changed into a moon-white brocade robe with dark patterns, and tied a black jade belt around his waist, which made his figure even more upright and elegant, like a jade tree.

The young man in the mirror still had a faint blush on the tips of his ears, and there was a hint of expectation hidden in his eyes. Even the usual coolness between his brows had softened a bit.

As soon as Shui Rong stepped into the guest room, her gaze was immediately fixed on the beautiful woman sitting there.

Today, Wang Xifeng changed into a light red silk jacket and skirt and sat properly on the pear wood stool by the window.

The fabric of her clothes was extremely thin, clinging tightly to her body and perfectly outlining her stunning figure.

The high, rounded curves of her chest could not be concealed even by layers of silk skirts; they rose and fell slightly with her breath, breathtakingly beautiful.

Her waist was cinched very tightly, creating a striking visual contrast with her voluptuous upper body and round, pert buttocks.

With such a curvaceous figure, there was no trace of the usual authority she had when giving orders in the Rongguo Mansion. She was clearly a ripe red peony waiting to be picked.

Hearing footsteps, Wang Xifeng immediately looked up. Her phoenix eyes, which always carried a hint of sharpness, were now filled with the morning light, and also held a trace of lingering shyness.

As she stood up, the hem of her light red skirt swayed gently, her steps graceful.

"Greetings, Your Highness."

She curtsied, her voice lower and softer than yesterday, with a slight hoarseness from the early morning.

Shui Rong stepped forward, his gaze sweeping unabashedly over her heaving chest, and chuckled softly, his tone somewhat nonchalant:

"You're here a little earlier than the appointed day. Does Second Master Lian know you're coming to my residence today?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xifeng's cheeks instantly turned even redder, like ripe peaches, and even her neck was tinged with crimson.

Her eyes were lowered, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously twirled the silver thread on her skirt. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"Your Highness is too kind... I only said that I came to thank you for the medicine, sir, and did not elaborate..."

Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, until it was almost inaudible.

Seeing her shy and bashful appearance, Shui Rong felt a surge of heat rising in his heart again.

Her delicate and shy demeanor, her flushed cheeks, her evasive gaze, her trembling fingertips, and her coquettish shyness that seemed to want to speak but couldn't, were more captivating than any other young lady in the capital.

His gaze swept over her fair cheeks, landing on her moist lips. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice grew even gentler:

"I see. Now that you're here, let's go inside. The warm room hasn't warmed up yet in the morning, so don't catch a cold."

After saying that, he stepped aside to lead the way, but his gaze couldn't help but linger on her—the light red jacket and skirt made her skin look as white as snow, her slender waist was so delicate that it could be encircled with one hand, and even the swaying of the skirt as she walked exuded indescribable charm.

Wang Xifeng followed behind him, her head bowed, not daring to look at him, her cheeks still burning hot.

She could feel his gaze on her, a gaze that carried a warm weight, sending shivers down her spine. She felt both ashamed and flustered, yet also a strange, throbbing excitement within her.

When Wang Xifeng stepped into the warm pavilion, Shui Rong was already sitting on a low stool by the couch, looking through a diagram of acupuncture points drawn by Jiang Zhushan.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up, his gaze clear and his expression calm, as if he were just a doctor waiting for a patient.

Shui Rong gestured for her to sit down, placed the acupoint chart on the table, and said slowly:

"Mr. Jiang has marked your symptoms and acupoints in great detail. Today, we will follow his instructions and start with the Du meridian and Bladder meridian on your back to clear the blockages in your Qi."

Wang Xifeng nodded, but did not act immediately. She lowered her eyes and said, "I don't know... how to perform the spell?"

Shui Rong's gaze fell on her, and after a pause, he said, "It will be a massage, but this 'massage' is different from ordinary massage; the force needs to be deep. If Second Madam feels any pain, please feel free to cry out; don't try to endure it."

Shui Rong's voice was deep and slightly magnetic, sending shivers down Wang Xifeng's spine.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shui Rong's palm began to move.

His hand strength was immense, yet it possessed a strange rhythm. His palm pressed against her back, starting from the Dazhui acupoint at the back of her neck, and slowly pressed downwards.

"Um……"

Wang Xifeng felt a warm current seep into her skin through his palm, instantly dispelling the morning chill.

But as he pressed harder with his fingers, the heat transformed into an indescribable ache that spread down his spine.

She instinctively tried to tense up, but Shui Rong pressed down on her shoulders: "Relax. The more tense you are, the more blocked your meridians will become."

Watery fingers nimbly roamed between her shoulder blades, sometimes pressing, sometimes kneading. The force seemed to have eyes, precisely targeting every sore spot.

At first, Wang Xifeng could grit her teeth and endure it.

But as the water-soluble hand gradually moved downwards, past the spine, and reached the waist area,

The voice escaped from Wang Xifeng's lips. Her cheeks instantly burned, and she wished she could disappear into the ground. The voice carried a hint of coquettishness she had never heard before.

Shui Rong's eyes darkened, but her hands did not stop; instead, she became even more aggressive.

His palm covered her rounded lower back, the warmth of his hand seeping through her skirt, making her almost jump up.

"This is the Shenshu acupoint. Second Madam has been overworking herself, resulting in a deficiency of kidney qi, and this area is the most congested."

Shui Rong spoke earnestly about medical principles, while his fingers repeatedly caressed the delicate skin.

His fingers were long and strong, carrying an aggressive warmth, with each press...

Wang Xifeng lay on the couch, her body limp and powerless.

The aching sensation was tinged with a strange, numbing tingle that spread throughout her body. She tried to push him away, but her body felt as if her bones had been removed; she didn't even have the strength to lift a hand.

She could hear his steady breathing, and smell the pleasant scent of ambergris emanating from him. The fragrance mingled with the warmth of his palm, causing her consciousness to gradually blur.

"Your Highness...is this...is this really a cure?"

Her voice was as thin as a whisper, tinged with a sob, but mostly filled with an unspeakable panic.

Shui Rong looked at her shoulders trembling slightly with embarrassment and anger, and at the voluptuous curves that rose and fell with her breath, and a triumphant smile appeared on his lips.

"It's for healing, of course." He lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against her ear, his voice deep and dangerous. "Second Madam, just bear with it. If it flows smoothly, it won't hurt; if it hurts, it won't flow smoothly."

The first day is always tough.

"This is just the beginning, Second Madam, you'd better hurry up."

Shui Rong spoke frankly, as if he were genuinely just discussing medical principles.

The warm pavilion was quiet, with only the sound of their intermittent breathing and the faint scent of calming incense.

Wang Xifeng felt her heart beating faster and faster, and a strange tingling sensation spread from her spine to her limbs, making her almost forget where she was.