Dawn painted the marble spires of Spirit Hall in pale gold. And in one of its most lavish guest chambers, the light spilled through silk curtains across the angelic face of Northern Jiangsu, stirring gently against his lashes.
For a boy only seven, his beauty had already turned the continent upside down. Yet even so, his morning peace never lasted long.
Rustle.
The tent of his bedding stirred.
A pair of jade‑pale hands slid silently beneath the blankets, reaching for the "forbidden prince." The warmth shocked all sleep from him as though struck with cold lightning.
His eyes snapped open. "Who dares! Who dares lay hands on… on little Subei?!" he gasped, clutching the sheets to protect his fragile life force.
A voice chirped sweetly, far too casual for the weight of this crime:
"Your Highness, it's time to rise for breakfast~"
The girl's tone was musical, careful, yet daring all at once. When Subei blinked at her through drowsy haze, he found a uniformed maid kneeling by his bedding: slim figure, long ivory legs beneath a short skirt, a little cap shaped like soft angel wings perched atop glossy hair.
Her ruby lips curved shyly.
"The Pope assigned me," she said, "to serve your daily life. Please, allow me to dress you."
—
Dressing?
Subei's languid eyes flew wide. A shiver ran through him.
Last night, he had barely slept. Without the soft arms of Xiao Wu or Erlong on either side, the huge bed felt foreign, too cold, too empty. And though he reluctantly admired Bibi Dong's rare self‑restraint in giving him his own chamber, he knew it wouldn't last forever. The woman had been celibate for over a decade—her body surely more dangerous than any sword.
Her reason still fought, but once broken… hoo boy.
Northern Jiangsu, you'll need kidneys carved from iron just to survive.
At least this morning he imagined peace. A full sleep, a stretch, breakfast in luxury. Instead—fingers creeping under his blankets? He clutched his quilt tighter, horror growing.
"This won't do! You're not some lesser creature to degrade yourself like this!" he blurted dramatically. Wrapping himself like a dumpling, he pointed furiously toward the door. "Go tell your Pope to discuss this directly with me!"
The girl quietly covered her lips, shoulders shaking with laughter. Then, without hesitation, she slipped off her shoes, baring delicate feet white as polished jade. She pressed them playfully into the quilt, leaving little indentations.
Satin toes… right above his ribs.
Subei nearly fainted. Foot control benefits? Why me?!
"What do you… what do you want to do?" he squeaked, turtling under his covers, visible only from the neck up. "I—I warn you, I am my Pope's most treasured 'inner disciple.' If you dare bully me, she'll overturn this temple!"
The maid straddled the quilt and sat squarely atop his chest, gripping both his wrists in her softer ones. Her bright eyes curved, mischievous spark in them.
"You can't escape, little one," she purred. "Today, you belong to me. The Pope's too busy fighting old men in the Elder Hall. She can't save you now."
She licked her lips, leaning close.
Subei wanted to cry. "I… I'm just a child."
"Yes," she crooned wickedly, "that's what makes you perfect. Do you know? The palace women love to seduce ignorant princes, drain them completely. Compared to them, I am merciful. I only want you."
She pressed him down like a smug little cat about to toy with its prey.
"Now stop resisting. You can't fight me."
—
Inside, Subei's sharp mind suddenly cooled. Did this sound… rehearsed? Too practiced, too knowing for a mere maid?
No palace maid should speak of forbidden palace seductions unless…
Three possibilities surfaced instantly in his mind:
Spy of a foreign power planted in Spirit Hall.
A disguised noble lady… or worse, a prodigy girl playing at servant.
A "senior maid" with far too much experience.
But whichever answer, you don't mess with me.
He sighed theatrically, closing his eyes. "…Fine. Do whatever you want. Just don't maim me. But if you do, the Pope won't forgive. Remember that."
The maid only leaned closer, smiling like silk. "No one dares touch me. Even if I strip you bare, Pope or elder—none will punish me. You're already mine."
Her lips hovered above his.
She froze.
"…Why aren't you fighting me? Why close your eyes?"
Subei grumbled, "Didn't you say not to resist? What do you want—want me to take the initiative?"
The girl paused. Then slyly smiled. "Not bad. Another time, perhaps. But today I'm the predator. Obey."
The quilt shifted. Fingers tugged fabric. Heat drew close.
—
KNOCK. KNOCK.
The sudden sound was loud enough to cut through fantasy.
"Teacher!" Tang San's eager voice called from outside. "Little Wu and Aunt Liu came to see you!"
The maid stiffened on top of him.
Subei exhaled sharp relief in silence. Tang San, you little lifesaver. I'll buy you an extra bottle of paraquat for the fields later.
Inside the chamber, the maid's smile wavered, but her eyes gleamed dangerously. "…Saved by interruption. But our game isn't over." She slid gracefully off the bed, tugging her skirt back into place, her gaze still locked to his lips.
Subei scrambled upright, clutching his quilt like sacred armor.
"Game?!" he snapped weakly. "This isn't a game! This palace is more dangerous than the Star Dou Great Forest!"
From the door Tang San knocked again. "Teacher?"
Subei cleared his throat, smoothing his hair and regaining composure. "Come in, disciple!"
He sent one last glare at the retreating maid. "We'll discuss this later. Thoroughly."
Her laugh lingered as she slipped out through the side door.
Subei collapsed back onto his bed, sweat chilling his skin. He muttered to himself:
"Bibi Dong said handsomeness was a curse. After this morning, I believe her."
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