Fairy, please don't do this!

Gu Jinchao seemed to be deep in thought.

He hadn't forgotten that An Wanxi was also consumed by lust, but it was temporarily suppressed by the mysterious power within him.

The demonic nature she is exhibiting now is likely a result of this.

……

As night falls, lights from countless homes illuminate the night sky, like stars scattered across the earth.

Gu Jinchao arrived at a mansion in the west of the city as agreed.

Above the lintel hang two large gilded characters, "Luo Mansion," their strokes subtly exuding an air of nobility.

As soon as I arrived at the door, a beautiful woman came to greet me.

Her gaze swept over the white tiger-patterned official robe, she gave a slight curtsy, and smiled faintly, "Are you Lord Gu?"

Gu Jinzhao nodded slightly.

"This servant is Luo Yan, the steward of the Luo family."

The woman stepped aside to lead the way, her posture respectful: "Madam has been waiting inside for a long time. Lord Gu, please come with me."

After a moment's hesitation, Gu Jinzhao followed her into the Luo residence.

Luo Yirao was once a concubine chosen by Emperor Yong'an. Although she never entered the palace due to Emperor Yong'an's death, she was still officially recognized as a concubine.

Therefore, after Emperor Yong'an died, she never married and always dressed as a married woman, in order to maintain the dignity of the royal family.

The housekeeper addressed her as "Madam," which is where this idea originated.

As his thoughts wandered, Gu Jinchao followed Luo Yan through corridors and courtyards, and soon arrived at a brightly lit hall.

"Please come in, Lord Gu."

Luo Yan stopped in front of the door and bowed.

Gu Jinzhao stepped across the threshold, and a bright and open view suddenly appeared before him.

This is an extremely spacious banquet hall, decorated beautifully yet without being vulgar.

The large round table in the center, carved from rosewood, was already laden with delicacies, steaming hot.

Gilded dragon pillars stand at the four corners, calligraphy and paintings by famous artists hang on the walls, and thick Western Region carpets are laid on the floor.

Several enormous glass palace lanterns hung down from the dome, illuminating the entire hall as bright as day.

However, there was only one figure in the huge hall.

It was none other than Luo Yirao.

Tonight, she changed into a scarlet, high-waisted Confucian dress, which accentuated her voluptuous and mature figure.

Beneath her slender, snow-white neck, a fiery red strapless top came into view, outlining her full, proud breasts, which rose and fell slightly with her breath.

Her waist was extremely slender, which wrapped her pert and plump buttocks, making them round and bulging, like a ripe peach, full and juicy.

"I thought you weren't coming."

Upon seeing Gu Jinzhao walk in, Luo Yirao's face immediately blossomed into a bright and charming smile. She gracefully stepped forward to greet him, her skirt flowing like waves.

Her face was already stunningly beautiful, and tonight she seemed to have been carefully made up.

Her eyebrows and eyes were drawn with increasing delicacy and charm, and her red lips were full and luscious, glistening with a moist sheen.

Her long, black hair was tied into a lazy bun, with a red-gold and kingfisher feather hairpin inserted diagonally, swaying gently as she moved with light steps.

She was graceful and radiant, yet possessed a unique air of authority befitting someone long accustomed to a position of power.

Gu Jinzhao said politely, "Since the Lord of the Manor personally invited me, I naturally cannot break my promise."

"Don't just stand there, make yourself at home."

Luo Yirao personally led Gu Jinzhao to the seat next to the main seat and gestured for him to sit down.

The seat was very close to hers, almost side by side.

After he sat down, Luo Yirao picked up a blue and white porcelain bowl, used jade chopsticks to pick up a bowl of steaming noodles, and placed it in front of him.

In this position, her ample breasts almost touched his arm, and a faint, warm fragrance mixed with the heat of the food wafted towards him.

"On one's birthday, one should eat longevity noodles, which symbolize long life and good fortune."

I made these longevity noodles myself, please try them.

Gu Jinchao looked down and saw that the soup was clear and bright, with various kinds of meat slices and vegetable shreds on top, arranged neatly, showing that it had been carefully prepared.

Longevity noodles!

Aunt Ruo would make it for him every year on his birthday, but it was never as extravagant as it is now.

In fact, he had long forgotten what his birthday was.

So Aunt Ruo took the day she found him as her birthday.

Seeing him lost in thought, Luo Yirao asked in confusion, "Why aren't you eating?"

Gu Jinzhao shook his head and sighed softly, "But this is the first time in all these years that someone has made longevity noodles for me."

Hearing this, Luo Yirao's face showed affection, and her eyes softened even more: "Every year on your birthday from now on, I'll make noodles for you!"

Gu Jinzhao didn't say anything, but simply picked up his chopsticks and began to eat slowly.

Luo Yirao, like a loving elder, picked up her jade chopsticks and kept putting food on his plate, saying, "Eat more food, I made it all myself."

Gu Jinzhao did not refuse, and lowered his head to take a small sip.

Luo Yirao chuckled and asked, "How does it taste?"

Gu Jinzhao looked up and replied, "That's good!"

"If it tastes good, then eat more."

Luo Yirao didn't touch her chopsticks. She simply rested her chin on one hand, turned her body to the side, and kept her eyes fixed on him as she watched him eat his noodles, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

Gu Jinzhao noticed her gaze and asked in confusion, "Why isn't the Lord of the Manor eating?"

Luo Yirao gave him a somewhat resentful look: "Won't you even call me 'Aunt Luo'?"

Gu Jinzhao hesitated for a long time before finally calling out softly, "Aunt Luo."

Upon hearing this address, Luo Yirao finally revealed a charming smile, her eyes and brows brimming with undisguised joy: "Good child, from now on, Auntie will be your family."

"I will take good care of you in place of the princess."

Gu Jinzhao couldn't help but ask, "Aunt Luo, can you tell me about her?"

She was naturally referring to the Princess Consort of Zhenbei...

Chapter 245, Luo Yirao: "Let him fall for her body and soul!" (3K)

Luo Yirao's face showed a look of reminiscence, her gaze becoming distant and lingering: "Your mother was a very beautiful and kind woman..."

In her words, the Princess of Zhenbei became the best mother in the world.

They cherished this son so much that they were afraid he would break if they held him in their hands or melt if they kept him in their mouths.

Unfortunately, due to Emperor Yong'an's suspicion, the Prince of Zhenbei had to stage a play of a real and a fake heir, secretly sending the person away from Yujing City, resulting in the mother and son being separated.

It was because of this that Princess Zhenbei fell ill with worry and eventually died in despair.

"Did she say anything on her deathbed?"

Gu Jinzhao raised the wine glass to his lips, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

He showed no emotion on his face, but his act of drinking revealed his inner sorrow.

A glint of light flashed in Luo Yirao's eyes, and her voice became even softer: "My sister once told me that if I ever find you, I must take good care of you and make up for all the years I have wronged you."

She can't see it at all.

From the moment Gu Jinzhao called her "Aunt Luo", he actually began to believe her.

Therefore, it is natural to add fuel to the fire.

This fire was a symbol of the death of the Princess Consort of Zhenbei, which was used to awaken Gu Jinzhao's longing for his mother.

"ridiculous!"

Gu Jinzhao downed another glass of wine, his voice tinged with self-mockery: "Over the years, I've taken her previous affection for granted as just an act!"

He picked up his glass and drank it one after another.

His gaze grew increasingly somber and dark as the glasses clinked, as if he wanted to vent all his turbulent emotions into the pungent liquor.

Luo Yirao did not stop him, but poured him wine and gently comforted him, "Since the sad thing has already happened, don't be too hard on yourself."

Gu Jinzhao remained silent, continuing to drink in silence.

As the effects of the alcohol gradually took hold, his eyes began to glaze over, his cheeks flushed red, and his breath carried a strong smell of alcohol.

His posture was no longer upright, and his body swayed slightly.

Finally, after another shot of strong liquor, he seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. His arms went limp, and his body slumped to one side.

Luo Yirao turned slightly to let his head rest gently on her rounded, fragrant shoulder, and patted his back lightly with her soft hand: "The dead are gone, the living remain."

"My sister's greatest wish is that you can live a good life, be peaceful and happy, and start a family and career, instead of being unable to extricate yourself from the sadness of the past."

"Now, although she is no longer here, your aunt will take good care of you in her place."

The warm scent of a mature woman lingered around his nose, intertwined with a faint smell of alcohol, making Gu Jinzhao's eyes even more hazy. He couldn't help but call out, "Aunt Luo."

Luo Yirao gave a soft "hmm" in response, then gently wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth with her sleeve: "You're drunk, let me help you back to your room to rest."

Gu Jinzhao buried his face in her snow-white neck and said in a muffled voice, "I want to go back to Qingyue Lane."

The warm breath on my skin felt like a subtle electric current spreading through me, bringing a faint tingling sensation.

Luo Yirao's eyes flickered slightly, but a gentle smile remained on her lips: "You're so drunk, you can't even walk straight, how are you going to get home?"

"Listen to me, stay here with me tonight, you can go back tomorrow."

Having said that, he helped the person up.

"Then let's listen to Aunt Luo."

Gu Jinzhao seemed to be really drunk. His body was limp as he leaned against that plump and beautiful body, his steps unsteady, and he was almost being carried along by her.

Before long, the two arrived at a tastefully furnished private room.

Luo Yirao removed Gu Jinzhao's shoes and socks, and then took off his white tiger official robe, leaving him only in his undergarments, and let him lie down on the bed.

Then she turned around and brought over a basin of warm water, soaked a snow-white towel in the basin, wrung it out until it was half dry, and gently wiped his cheeks.

Gu Jinzhao seemed to have sobered up a bit. He raised his head slightly and looked at the beautiful woman in front of him with hazy eyes: "I can do it myself, no need to trouble Aunt Luo."

"Didn't Auntie say that?" Luo Yirao shook her head, her handkerchief brushing across his forehead, wiping away a little sweat: "You should take good care of me in place of your sister."

She slowly moved down his straight nose, gently wiping the sides of his nostrils.

Throughout the entire process, her movements and eyes were filled with maternal love.

It was as if in her eyes, Gu Jinzhao at this moment was not the decisive deputy commander of the Demon Suppression Division, but a child who needed to be cared for and protected.

Gu Jinzhao stared blankly at the beautiful woman in front of him, his expression indescribably complicated.

Luo Yirao let him rest his head on her soft lap, looked down at him, and said with emotion, "I never thought that the baby who was still in swaddling clothes back then would have grown into an adult now."

"Not only was he handsome, but he was also young and promising, and was highly regarded by the Empress Dowager."

Gu Jinchao's gaze passed through her full, high breasts and met her loving eyes, causing her to look away slightly.

Noticing this, Luo Yirao's red lips curled slightly, and she asked softly, "Now that you've achieved great success, is there a woman you like?"

As she spoke, she had already quietly activated the "Sacred Heart Heavenly Mother Technique".

An invisible force emanated from her and quietly spread outwards.

This power is not domineering, but rather full of a mother's selfless care and tolerance.

Like a gentle spring breeze, it silently seeped into Gu Jinzhao's weakened mind due to drunkenness, soothing his inner pain and vigilance, and bringing a sense of trust that allowed him to confide everything.

Gu Jinzhao's slightly tense body gradually relaxed, and he finally replied, "Yes."

Luo Yirao blinked, then asked with interest, "Is it Mu Yiren, Lin Qingci, or Jiang Tinglan?"