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Usually holding hands and exchanging kisses, Lu San considered himself to be as dear as a pet, believing his master cherished him deeply.

But now, the Master isn't feeding himself; he's kissing! How could this be? Won't this defile the Master?

With that, Lu San immediately knelt on the ground, hastily taking out a handkerchief from his bosom. As he wiped Ying Zhao's mouth, tears welled in his eyes. "Master, I apologize!"

Lu San's sudden genuflection completely stunned Ying Zhao. He hastily pulled Lu San up, his face showing confusion. "Lu San, what are you doing? Why did you suddenly kneel?"

Lu San's lips were pursed tightly as he looked at Ying Zhao, his voice heavy with guilt. "Master, we shouldn't kiss. It's impure."

Upon hearing Lu San's words, Ying Zhao paused for a moment and then remembered the class hierarchy of this world. In many noble households, dark guards and dead servants were barely considered human.

They were merely objects, and if they died, they might not even be granted a coffin but would be wrapped in a straw mat and discarded in a desolate grave to be scavenged by wild animals.

Even though the House of Duke Anping never treated them this way and the old Duke was kind, these deeply-rooted prejudices still existed in their minds.

It was only then that Ying Zhao realized, although his lover seemed naive, he harbored deep-seated insecurities.

Even if Lu San loved him deeply, cherished their closeness, he genuinely viewed himself as a subordinate and felt he wasn’t worthy of Ying Zhao's kiss.

After realizing this, Ying Zhao's heart ached uncontrollably. Frustrated, he firmly grasped Lu San's hand, cupped his face, and planted several firm kisses on his lips.

He declared loudly, "How could you be tainted? Why can't we kiss? There's no one purer or more deserving of my affection than you!"

Observing Lu San's stunned and overwhelmed expression, Ying Zhao took a deep breath, trying to calm his anger, and said:

"Lu San, have you forgotten what I told you? I am your master; my words are the final say. I want to tell you now, you hold the most important place in my heart; you are my lover. I kiss you because I cherish you, and I want to spend my life with you. Whether you like it or not, you have to accept it, and you can never leave me. From now on, when I kiss you, you are not to refuse. Understand?"

Hearing Ying Zhao's words, Lu San was in a daze. The Master actually confessed his affection and desired him as a lover. Lu San felt like he was in a dream, one that he hoped would never end.

But then, a sharp pinch on his cheek by Ying Zhao jolted him back to reality. Lu San looked at Ying Zhao, blinking innocently.

Seeing the red mark he made on Lu San's face, Ying Zhao felt a pang of guilt and kissed it. Nestling into Lu San's arms, he whispered, "You're not dreaming. I truly cherish you. Lu San, won't you heed my words?"

Immediately, Lu San shook his head with vigor. He would always obey Ying Zhao. Even if the Master demanded his life, he would happily give it.

A smile finally appeared on Ying Zhao's face. Pointing to his own lips, he whispered, "I want you to kiss here."

Lu San swallowed hard, staring at Ying Zhao's rosy lips. He couldn’t resist the urge and leaned in, but only brushed them lightly.

Ying Zhao, however, held his chin preventing him from pulling away. With a sultry look in his eyes, he initiated another touch of lips. Sensing Lu San's stiffness, his eyes darkened, and he gently said, "Relax. Let me guide you."

"Mmm."

"Open up... good boy."

Author's note:

Our dear Zhao is so dominant~ This chapter is quite juicy, isn't it? Praise me!

Chapter 74: The Dark Guard is Out of His Mind (13,14)

Perhaps influenced by the previous incident with Ying Ning, Huangfu Zhaohong had refrained from visiting the Duke of Anping's mansion to pester Ying Zhao for several days, allowing Ying Zhao to enjoy a rare respite.

The scene of Ying Ning's misdeeds that day was alarmingly close to the Princess Chang's courtyard. It didn't take long for the news to reach her ears, leading her to reprimand Ying Ning, an unusual move on her part.

With a face full of distress, Ying Ning looked at her mother, eyes reddened from crying. Seeing her child so distraught, Princess Chang sighed and gestured for him to sit.

In Princess Chang's eyes, the second prince, Huangfu Zhaohong, was always the sole heir apparent, given that he was Huangfu Yu's only son.

Now, with the emperor gravely ill and Huangfu Zhaohong's ascension to the throne imminent, the princess thought it only natural to wish for her son to become consort to the new emperor.

However, she never expected her son to act so rashly, going so far as to entice another. Even more shocking was that Huangfu Zhaohong had witnessed it.

While Ying Ning tried to explain to Princess Chang that he wasn't really interested in Huo Yi, merely wanting to irritate Ying Ziyan, the damage was done. Princess Chang was left to clean up the mess.

Recently, Ying Ning would visit Huangfu Zhaohong's mansion daily, seeking an opportunity to explain. However, the guards, who never stopped him before, now denied him entry, treating him with cold indifference.

Naturally, this change in the guards' behavior was at the behest of the second prince, leaving Ying Ning feeling utterly aggrieved. With so much to say, he felt frustrated being left out in the cold.

Desperate, Ying Ning believed he must not let Huangfu Zhaohong truly grow weary of him. Otherwise, even if he could enter the imperial harem in the future, he'd face neglect.

Thus, after much thought, he discussed a wicked plan with Princess Chang. If he could talk to Huangfu Zhaohong, maybe the prince would believe him.

The mere thought of involving Ying Zhao in this scheme darkened Ying Ning's mood. The last thing he wanted was for Ying Zhao to have any ties with Huangfu Zhaohong.

Despite his internal rationalizations that Ying Ziyan was dull and uninspiring, Ying Zhao's brilliance made him feel utterly inferior.

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