Lian Erye in the Red Mansion

After chatting with the second master of the Xue family for a while, I noticed that his face was getting paler and I knew that he was trying his best to keep going.

So he stopped wasting words and said directly, "Now that I've met you, Uncle, I also have two requests to make..."

"Please speak, my dear nephew!"

The second master of the Xue family, who had always been somewhat subservient to Jia Lian, had his eyes light up when he heard Jia Lian say that he had something to ask of him.

Even the volume of his voice suddenly rose.

Jia Lian laughed and said, "It has been almost half a year since I left the capital, and I have encountered some changes. I'm afraid my family is worried. I just wrote two letters home, but I am troubled because I don't have any servants to attend to."

"If it's convenient for you here, Uncle, I'd like to ask you to send one of your servants by fast horse to deliver this letter home for me. I wonder if that would be so kind of you?"

As they were talking, Jia Lian took out two letters he had written from the desk.

Although given his status, it wouldn't have been a problem for him to have the courier deliver both his personal letters and official documents together, Jia Lian still felt it was best to keep his personal and professional matters separate now that he had encountered the Xue family.

"This is a small matter. When I get back, I will have the steward arrange for two suitable people to deliver it to the capital on my nephew's behalf..."

While gesturing for Xue Ke to take the letter, the second master of the Xue family looked at Jia Lian, clearly waiting for Jia Lian to say the second thing.

"Then thank you very much, Uncle. As for the other matter, it's similar... Princess Zhaoyang is arriving at the border city for the first time and would like to visit the city and have some fun, but she doesn't want to make a big fuss. So I would like to ask you again, Uncle, to help arrange seven or eight people to accompany and protect the princess."

"this……"

Upon hearing this, the second master of the Xue family became excited.

He understood Jia Lian's meaning: not mobilizing a large force naturally meant that it was inconvenient to have soldiers or yamen runners accompany him for protection. Therefore, it was reasonable for him to send a few of his servants to accompany him.

What seemed like a trivial matter to Jia Lian was actually an immense honor for the Xue family to have the qualifications and opportunity to protect the princess!

Having confirmed that Jia Lian was not joking, he staggered to his feet, bowed, and said, "This humble subject will obey your orders and will certainly select reliable people to serve the princess... May I ask, my nephew, when do you need these people?"

"Yes, Uncle, everything's arranged. Just send someone to let me know."

Jia Lian glanced at the sky and thought that if it was too late tonight, he would take Princess Zhaoyang out for a stroll earlier tomorrow.

As for why they summoned people from the Xue family instead of the county government or the garrison, it was indeed because they didn't want to make a big fuss. Given the style of those two, if they knew the princess was going to tour the city, who knows how busy they would be making preparations.

Even clearing out the streets to allow Princess Zhaoyang to enjoy herself alone would not seem unreasonable to them.

That would lose its meaning, and I'm afraid Princess Zhaoyang wouldn't like it either.

However, security cannot be ignored. This is a border town, and there are countless Tatar or Oirat assassins or spies.

Therefore, it would be best to have some people from the Xue family accompany and protect them, so that they could pass by quietly.

After bidding farewell to the Xue family father and sons, Jia Lian did not forget Princess Zhaoyang's instructions. He sat in the room for a while before getting up and going to the number one room in the "Heaven" section where Princess Zhaoyang was staying.

Because he was worried that there might be maids sent by the county government there, Jia Lian did not act rashly and first knocked on the door to ask for permission.

There was no response, but faint footsteps could be heard from inside the room. Jia Lian frowned slightly and went inside without hesitation.

This room is comparable to the best inn in the capital, only with a touch of exoticism. The furnishings, curtains, and other decorations are luxurious yet have a hint of antiquity, clearly imitating the decorative style of the Central Plains.

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The room was empty. Inside the separate bathtub, steam still rippled through the colorful petals, and birds were rising, indicating that Princess Zhaoyang had indeed been bathing.

All the doors and windows were sealed, and there were no signs of a struggle inside...

Just as Jia Lian was standing in the room observing and pondering, he suddenly heard a strange noise from the roof beam above him. Jia Lian quickly looked up and saw a graceful red figure, sword in hand, leaping towards him.

Before he could react, Jia Lian quickly took two steps back. As the other man approached, he dodged, grabbed the man's arm with one hand, and placed the other hand against the man's back, using a counter-grappling technique to restrain him.

However, Jia Lian did not exert too much force, because at this moment he seemed to see clearly that the assassin who jumped down looked somewhat similar to Princess Zhaoyang.

"You audacious thief, release this princess at once!"

Upon hearing the voice, Jia Lian looked helpless and had no choice but to release the object as instructed.

Just as I was about to ask Princess Zhaoyang what was going on, I saw that Princess Zhaoyang, who had just stood up, seemed to have both excitement and anger on her face.

She wore a bright red satin dress, the opening of which revealed a snow-white bodice underneath. Perhaps she had just bathed, as her long black hair and exposed skin were faintly damp. Even Jia Lian, upon seeing her, couldn't help but be captivated by this beauty's attire, which possessed a pure yet alluring charm.

She came again, sword in hand.

Jia Lian did not want to dodge, because he had clearly seen that Princess Zhaoyang was only holding a sword sheath.

However, when he saw Princess Zhaoyang seemingly very serious as she thrust her sword at him, Jia Lian still cooperated by deflecting the sword with its scabbard, leaned forward, and in a moment subdued Princess Zhaoyang on the bed.

Princess Zhaoyang struggled a few times, but when that was futile, she shouted in a delicate voice, "You lecherous scoundrel, how dare you be so disrespectful to this princess..."

Jia Lian found it amusing, and also thought that Princess Zhaoyang was lively and interesting. So he cooperated even more by pressing her arms over her head, leaning down to face her pink and delicate face, and laughing and talking.

"Even if I'm disrespectful to you, what can the princess do about it?"

"Shameless lecher!"

Princess Zhaoyang twisted her arms a few times, and finding it useless, she seemed to resign herself to her fate. Staring at Jia Lian, who was standing close by, she chuckled and said, "Do you know who my husband is? He is none other than the world-renowned hero, the second-rank Zhenyuan General of the Imperial Court, Jia Lian!"

He's right here in the attic. You little lecher, how dare you be so disrespectful to this princess? If I just shout, I'll make sure you lose your life...

Jia Lian was now fully aware of Princess Zhaoyang's intentions. He was surprised, but the thrill of playing the role of a stunning beauty also followed.

"Oh, really? Well, it would take if you, Princess, could call out that."

Jia Lian lowered his head and directly closed Princess Zhaoyang's lips.

Princess Zhaoyang seemed unwilling to give up, and tried to escape by making "uh-uh" noises, but she was always firmly restrained by Jia Lian.

In utter desperation, she could only raise her long, slender legs, which had already slipped out of the red dress's cover, in an attempt to resist. Ultimately, her beautiful legs served no great purpose other than being pretty; soon, they lay limply on Jia Lian's body, drifting with the current, completely abandoning their owner's will.

So when Jia Lian finally emerged from Princess Zhaoyang's room, he was greeted by a darkening sky.

After straightening his clothes, he walked to his room and saw Aqi holding a sword in both hands, silently guarding the corridor.

Seeing him approach, the silence in her eyes slowly turned into a blush, but she quickly concealed it and lowered her head, saying, "Miss Xue requests an audience and is waiting for you inside."

Jia Lian already knew that even if Princess Zhaoyang had given special instructions, the fact that those maids hadn't appeared for so long must mean that Aqi had stopped them.

Speaking of Princess Zhaoyang, Jia Lian knew that her desires were growing increasingly intense because she knew that after returning to Han territory, the concerns between them would increase, and the opportunities for them to be together intimately would become fewer and fewer.

She was trying her best to preserve as much beauty as possible.

Jia Lian was both touched and somewhat apologetic. Although he and Princess Zhaoyang hadn't clearly communicated many things, he always felt that Princess Zhaoyang understood him better than most of the women he knew.

After so much time and so many things, he felt that he seemed to understand this woman a little.

Therefore, there is no need to worry too much about some complicated issues between them, as both of them seem to feel that the other can be trusted and relied upon.

This feeling is wonderful and can be very addictive.

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