The situation did not develop smoothly. The owner of the bamboo workshop was a narrow-minded and rigid person who couldn’t tolerate a theory of technology transfer from a woman. They were promptly kicked out of the bamboo workshop.

Li Chongyang felt that he had been humiliated by those servants and couldn’t help but curse out loud, “This is an insult to culture! An insult to culture!”

Jiang Bei had a rough demeanor to begin with, and if he adopted a stern expression, most people wouldn’t dare to act recklessly. He, on the other hand, was fine and walked out of the bamboo workshop with great ease.

Wen Jian protected Ji Sang, appearing calm and unaffected by being driven out of the place. Ji Sang was also not angry. Her black eyes stared at the closed gate of the bamboo workshop, and after a moment of contemplation with her eyebrows furrowed, she said to Wen Jian, “If he doesn’t want to, then let it be. We’ll figure it out on our own!”

Wen Jian had the same intention and nodded, saying, “Okay.”

Seeing that Wen Jian agreed so quickly, Ji Sang looked at him and said, “You answered so quickly. Aren’t you afraid I’ll mess things up?”

After some thought, Wen Jian lowered his head and whispered in her ear with a lowered voice, “If you mess things up, then I’ll be stuck with you for a lifetime.”

Ji Sang choked, her face instantly turning warm, and she puffed out her cheeks as she asked him, “What if it succeeds?”

A smile tugged at the corner of Wen Jian’s lips, his eyes clear and bright. “Then wouldn’t that be even better? I can enjoy a lifetime of comfort.”

Ji Sang: “!!!”

From this perspective, he seemed like the winner, no matter how you looked at it.

Blushing and with sparkling black eyes, Ji Sang raised her hand and lightly thumped his chest, asking, “Wen Jian, why are you like this?”

The sweet interaction between them made Li Chongyang’s hair stand on end. Wen Jian was such a reserved person before getting married, indifferent to others. But now, after getting married, it was unbearable to witness!

Jiang Bei remained expressionless, his black eyes observing them, his thoughts unknown.

Since they couldn’t come to an agreement with the bamboo workshop and it was getting late, Wen Jian and Ji Sang decided to return home.

However, Jiang Bei suggested, “Wen Jian, since you rarely go out with Wen Ji Shi, there’s a lantern festival tonight. Why don’t you enjoy the lanterns before returning? If it gets too late, you can stay at my house overnight and go back early tomorrow.”

–

So, the group first went to a small restaurant to have dinner.

As the sky darkened, lanterns were placed everywhere on the streets. Entertainment activities in ancient times were scarce, and the annual lantern festival was eagerly anticipated by the common people, making it even more lively.

Wen Jian and Ji Sang felt the sensation of being squeezed as soon as they walked on the street. They held hands all the way, with Wen Jian mostly protecting the petite Ji Sang in his embrace.

There were lantern riddles to guess, and since they considered themselves literati, they correctly guessed several of them in a row and won some prizes. The owner, seeing that they were still eager to continue guessing, got a bit overwhelmed. He picked up a decent item and gave it to Wen Jian, lowering his voice to tell them to try their luck at another place. If they kept going, he would incur losses.

The item was a small delicate pendant, not worth much, but it excelled in its exquisite craftsmanship. It was two jade rabbits facing each other, with a hidden clasp inside that could split it into two. Wen Jian hung half of it for Ji Sang, and kept the other half for himself.

The two looked at the jade rabbits hanging from each other’s chests and couldn’t help but smile at each other.

Eventually, they couldn’t continue with the lantern riddles, so the group went to the riverside to release floating lanterns. The riverside was also crowded with people. Ji Sang picked two lotus lanterns and was about to give one to Wen Jian when they heard a sudden neighing sound not far away, followed by screams from the crowd.

Ji Sang was startled and saw a group of horsemen galloping towards them. Each rider was tall and powerful, wearing armor, and they rode on high-headed, red horses, running at great speed. Everyone was too shocked to dodge in time, and some even fell by the roadside. Ji Sang tightly held the lotus lantern in her hand and got separated from Wen Jian in the crowd…

“Wen Jian…”

“Ji Sang, don’t move… wait for me to come find you…”

Ji Sang heard Wen Jian calling out to her, but when she looked around, she couldn’t find his figure.

“Wen Ji Shi?”

Ji Sang heard someone calling her from behind, and when she turned around, she saw a familiar face—it was Jiang Bei.

“Jiang classmate?” She glanced to his side but didn’t see the lively Li Chongyang. “Did you also get separated from Li classmate?”

Jiang Bei’s handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he nodded in response, “Hmm.”

The people around, witnessing the imperial horsemen rushing past, were all alarmed. They had no mood left to enjoy the lanterns.

Jiang Bei said, “The border is restless. We might be going to war again.”

Ji Sang furrowed her brows, feeling a sudden tightness in her heart upon hearing about the prospect of war. It was her first time hearing about war, and as someone born in peacetime, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

It had been some time since she transmigrated into this world. This dynasty was called Northern Jin, with its capital in Northern Liang. In reality, the original author had created this dynasty as a fictional backdrop based on the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, which was the period of frequent changes in political power. The common people here lived amidst fire and water, affected by the war, and some became refugees, wandering around.

“In times of war, it’s the common people who suffer.”

“Yes.”

Jiang Bei noticed Ji Sang’s thoughtful expression and changed the topic, saying, “Wen Ji Shi, there’s no need to worry. Once the people on the street disperse a bit, Wen Jian will quickly find us.”

Ji Sang responded with a soft “Hmm,” saying, “I know.”

Afterward, the two didn’t speak further, silently waiting.

Suddenly, someone collided into Jiang Bei, but Ji Sang’s quick eyes and hands pulled him back, saying, “Jiang classmate, be careful.”

Jiang Bei was caught off guard and his solid chest brushed against the slender shoulder of a woman. A faint fragrance suddenly filled his nostrils, and he quickly regained his composure, his rough face unexpectedly heating up. When he lowered his gaze, he saw Ji Sang’s lively dark eyes peering at something beside him with a hint of excitement in her brows. Her pleasant voice called out, “Wen Jian—”

In the dim light, Wen Jian’s hair was slightly disheveled, and his handsome face showed signs of anxiety. His chest rose and fell with urgency, and his pitch-black gaze focused directly on Ji Sang’s fair little hand gripping Jiang Bei’s arm. An icy aura emanated from his entire body, and his dark eyes surged with an impending storm.

He parted his lips lightly and said, “Sang’er—”

“Wen Jian!” Ji Sang crossed over Jiang Bei in one stride, quickly approaching Wen Jian. She was about to speak, but Wen Jian embraced her tightly.

As their bodies pressed against each other, Ji Sang realized that the man’s body was trembling slightly.

After holding her for a moment, Wen Jian loosened his grip, his cold fingertips delicately cupping her cheek as he examined her face to make sure she was unharmed. He even leaned in and kissed her without caring about their surroundings…

Jiang Bei and Li Chongyang watched them, and Ji Sang’s face turned bright red. She reached out and held Wen Jian’s large hand, saying, “I’m fine, Wen Jian…”

Feeling confused about the incident that dispersed the crowd, Wen Jian lost all interest in the lantern festival. He informed Jiang Bei and Li Chongyang and headed to the inn they had booked in advance.

Once Wen Jian and Ji Sang left, Li Chongyang hooked his arm around Jiang Bei’s shoulder and said, “Jiang Bei, since they’re not going sightseeing, let’s go.”

Jiang Bei’s gaze remained fixed on the spot where Ji Sang had grabbed him, lost in thought. He didn’t hear what Li Chongyang was saying until he received a punch to the chest, snapping him back to reality.

Li Chongyang gave him a speechless look and said, “What are you so absorbed in? Are you coming or not?”

Annoyed, Jiang Bei brushed off Li Chongyang’s hand from his shoulder and replied emotionlessly, “What’s there to see with another grown man like you?”

“Fine! Let’s go home! Sleep!”

Li Chongyang became unhappy when he heard Jiang Bei’s lack of enthusiasm. “What’s with your attitude? What do you mean by that? Oh! Just now, it was the three of us plus Wen Jian’s wife!”

He paused for a moment, his eyes widening in astonishment. “Damn it! Friends don’t take advantage of each other’s wives. You don’t happen to like Wen Jian’s wife, do you?”

Jiang Bei swung his fist, “Stop talking nonsense!”

–

Wen Jian returned to the inn with Ji Sang without saying a word. This feeling made Ji Sang inexplicably recall the scene when she was almost attacked by a wild boar.

The innkeeper served them hot tea upon their return.

After the innkeeper left and closed the door, Ji Sang wanted to tell him that she was fine and not to worry too much. However, Wen Jian calmly poured a bowl of tea and handed it to her, saying, “Have some water.”

Ji Sang glanced at it and replied, “I’m not thirsty.”

Wen Jian coaxed her, saying, “Just have some, so you won’t get thirsty later.”

Seeing him speak so casually, Ji Sang thought she had overthought things and obediently lowered her head, drinking the lukewarm water from the bowl in big gulps.

Wen Jian’s dark gaze fixed on her fair neck, and after she finished drinking, she placed the bowl aside. Suddenly, his large hand tightly grasped Ji Sang’s slender waist and forcefully pulled her into his embrace. Ji Sang exclaimed in surprise, only to see his handsome face descending upon her, his hot breath blowing across her face as an overwhelming and passionate kiss followed.

His tongue pushed past her teeth, and his wet, scorching tongue took over her mouth, stirring her saliva. The tea she had just drunk carried a faint fragrance, and he couldn’t help but deepen the kiss, tangling their tongues together. His tongue slid into the depths of her mouth, eliciting a choked whimper from her throat.

The small room was soon filled with the sound of their intertwined kisses.

Wen Jian’s kiss was dominant and possessive, and Ji Sang’s whimpering contained a plea for mercy. However, the man seemed to derive some perverse pleasure as he sucked on her tongue, imitating the thrusting of his genitals, leaving her tongue numb.

His large palm boldly slipped under her clothes and firmly grasped her ample breasts, roughly kneading them. He squeezed a bit too forcefully at times, causing Ji Sang to mumble in pain.

Finally sensing something off about his behavior, Ji Sang reached out and pressed against his chest, tilting her head back and attempting to retreat. However, he intensified his pressure, not giving her a chance to escape, as if venting some pent-up emotions.

They were entangled like kissing fish…

Unconsciously, Ji Sang’s feet retreated until she reached the edge of the bed. Unable to maintain her balance, she fell straight back. Wen Jian finally released her mouth, and in the dim darkness, his dark eyes engulfed her.

Ji Sang’s heart trembled, and she instinctively swallowed her saliva. “Wen Jian…?”

Suddenly, Wen Jian flipped her body over, making her kneel on the bed. He reached out and undid her pants, pulling them off in one motion. Then, a loud slap landed on her buttocks, causing the perky flesh to ripple in the air like a wave.

The unexpected slap left Ji Sang dumbfounded, and the pain in her backside turned her small face crimson. She let out a shameful scream and struggled, but the man’s strong hands firmly held her hands behind her back, rendering Ji Sang completely immobile. Then, another slap landed on her left buttock, and she was on the verge of tears from the pain.

In truth, it didn’t hurt much, but it was incredibly humiliating!

What was infuriating was that this shameful spanking inexplicably aroused her. She couldn’t control the moisture that started to flow from her…

She instinctively squeezed her legs together, unable to see the expression on Wen Jian’s face. Her back arched like a bow, and she gasped softly with her mouth open, “Ah… Wen Jian… What are you doing…”

Wen Jian couldn’t bear the unbearable heavy breathing in his throat, but he refused to say anything. His black eyes were bloodshot, and he roughly tore off her clothes. In no time, she was naked before him. He lowered his head and took in the protruding bones on her arched back. His agile fingers slid into the space between her legs, moving up and down within her petals. Suddenly, he seized her swollen and erect clitoris, rubbing and kneading it in circles. His lips and tongue licked her back, and his scorching breath blew along the way…

The pleasure poured down like a flood, forcing a change in the tone of Ji Sang’s delicate gasps from her throat, “Ah… Ahh… En… Ahh… Ahh…”

Wen Jian’s finger thrust into her moist entrance.

Ji Sang couldn’t help but tighten, her whole body tense. On one hand, she trembled with embarrassment, and on the other hand, she couldn’t resist the unbearable pleasure and wanted even more.

Wen Jian easily found her sensitive spot, his fingers relentlessly poking and thrusting into that spot. In no time, Ji Sang buried her face in the pillow, sobbing with an orgasm, her lower abdomen trembling, and her arousal wetting the man’s hand.

The man suddenly pulled back his finger and slapped her buttocks twice, his voice low and hoarse with anger, “Why didn’t you hold onto my hand just now?”

“In the future, hold onto my hand… Understand?” This world is too chaotic!

Ji Sang was completely bewildered. In the midst of her climax, she was slapped on her buttocks twice, a sensation that was both pleasurable and painful. Her eyes turned red as if filled with tears. She crawled forward with her knees and pushed her small feet against the bed with all her strength, kicking him in the groin.

Supporting her body, she stared at him with bloodshot eyes and screamed, “Wen Jian! That’s enough!”

“Why didn’t you hold onto my hand?!” she retorted.

Wen Jian was momentarily stunned. Yes?! Why didn’t he hold her hand just now?!

“If you hit my buttocks again… If you hit me again… I’ll… step on your cock!” Ji Sang’s face flushed, whether from embarrassment or pleasure, her eyes flickered and caught sight of the prominent bulge in his pants. Without thinking, she stepped on it…

“Ah…”

Wen Jian’s coarse breathing suddenly sank, and the gleam in his eyes seemed to devour the little woman before him. Meanwhile, the woman had gone mad as well. She defiantly met his gaze, her shining jade foot pressing down on his towering size, sliding up and down with full force…

It was both painful and pleasurable… The sensation of pleasure whipped him like a lash, and a sudden numbness spread across his lower back.

“Ji Sang—”

His voice was filled with fire, and the bulging veins on his forehead indicated his extreme self-control. The organ beneath him felt the softness of her sole and swelled even more…

It was a novel experience.

It was exciting and exhilarating.

He felt like he was about to explode, his breath in his throat becoming rough and urgent. His body moved with the sliding of that small foot, and his waist followed the rhythm, thrusting forward, “Sang’er… Faster…”

Ji Sang didn’t have such intentions. She suddenly wanted to retract her foot, but he held it firmly and pressed it back onto his organ, which bounced twice on the sole of her foot due to excessive excitement.

“Ugh… You jerk, let go of me… My foot is tired…”

“Yes, I’m a jerk, Sangsang. Don’t be angry. Hubby will let you step back. It’s hubby’s fault for not holding onto you.” Wen Jian shamelessly said, his palm gripping her small foot and moving it up and down quickly.

His thing was thick and hot. Through the thin fabric, the heat transmitted to the sole of Ji Sang’s foot. Ji Sang gazed at the man, his face tilted back as he breathed heavily, and her little hole, which had just experienced an orgasm, was crazily flowing with honey. Helplessly, she called out to him, “Wen Jian…”

Until her foot became completely numb, the man’s breathing grew more and more urgent. His lower abdomen suddenly thrust upward, and hot semen sprayed out completely…

His pants were wet in a large area, with some of it sticking to the sole of Ji Sang’s foot…

Ji Sang quickly withdrew her foot, and from the corner of her eye, she saw the man taking off his pants. That just-erected and ejaculated organ surprisingly rose up again. He lifted her small buttocks, pulled her down, and held the swollen, reddened organ against her entrance. His tall figure pressed down, his lips and tongue latched onto her earlobe, gently licking, kissing, and biting, while his scorching breath blew into her ear.

“Sangsang, I’m sorry…”

….