Chapter 221: More Secrets Of Lin Family
“I know it’s risky,” Qing Lian admitted, her gaze flickering with uncertainty for the first time. “But if I can help him rise to power, I’ll finally have the influence I deserve. Lin Zhenguan’s favoritism is suffocating, and the competition among the other heirs is brutal. I can’t just sit back and watch as they claw at each other’s throats for control.”
Wang Li nodded thoughtfully, his mind already working out the implications of what she had revealed. Qing Lian’s ambition and her alliance with a lesser-known heir provided him with another potential avenue to exploit within the Lin Family. He could sense her desperation to change her circumstances, and he knew that he could use that to his advantage.
“You’ve made a smart move, Qing Lian,” Wang Li said, his voice soothing as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “But you have to be careful. If the others find out what you’re doing, it could spell disaster for both you and your chosen heir.”
Qing Lian sighed, leaning into his touch. “I know. That’s why I’ve been so cautious. But it’s hard, Wang Li. It’s hard to watch them all fight for power while I’m stuck in this gilded cage.”
“You’re not alone in this,” Wang Li assured her, his fingers tracing patterns on her bare skin. “You have me.”
Qing Lian looked up at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of deceit. Finding none, she smiled faintly and rested her head on his chest. “Thank you, Wang Li. I didn’t think I’d find an ally in you.”
Wang Li held her close, his thoughts already moving on to his next target. Qing Lian’s secrets were valuable, but there were still more women in the harem with their own tales to tell, their own vulnerabilities to exploit.
After ensuring that Qing Lian was deeply asleep, Wang Li slipped out of her chamber and made his way to Lady Hua Xue’s quarters. The elegant and serene concubine had always maintained a cool distance from him, but Wang Li knew that beneath her calm exterior lay a deep well of emotions waiting to be tapped.
He found Hua Xue sitting by the window, her back straight as she gazed out at the moonlit garden. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and her expression was as serene as ever. When she sensed his presence, she turned to face him, her eyes narrowing slightly.
“Wang Li,” she greeted him softly, though there was a hint of surprise in her voice. “What brings you here at this hour?”
Wang Li smiled, his steps slow and deliberate as he approached her. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Hua Xue. I felt compelled to see you.”
Hua Xue raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical, but she didn’t move away as he came to stand beside her. “You’ve always been persistent,” she remarked, her tone neutral.
Wang Li chuckled, taking her hand in his. “And I’ve always admired your strength and grace. You’re different from the others, Hua Xue. You carry yourself with a quiet dignity that draws people to you.”
Hua Xue’s expression softened slightly at his words, though she remained guarded. “Flattery will get you nowhere with me, Wang Li.”
“It’s not flattery,” he insisted, his voice low and sincere. “It’s the truth. You’re a remarkable woman, Hua Xue, and I’ve been drawn to you since the moment we met.”
Hua Xue studied him for a moment, as if trying to discern his true intentions. Finally, she sighed and allowed herself to relax a little. “You’re persistent, I’ll give you that. But what do you really want from me, Wang Li?”
Wang Li moved closer, his hand cupping her cheek as he gazed into her eyes. “I want to know you, Hua Xue. I want to understand what drives you, what your dreams and desires are. I want to be close to you.”
Hua Xue’s breath hitched at his words, and for a moment, she looked away, as if embarrassed by the intensity of his gaze. “My desires? I haven’t allowed myself to think about them in a long time.”
“Then let me help you remember,” Wang Li whispered, his lips brushing against her temple.
Hua Xue closed her eyes, her defenses crumbling as she leaned into his touch. She had been so focused on maintaining her composure, on fulfilling her duties as a concubine, that she had forgotten what it felt like to be desired, to be seen as more than just a beautiful ornament in Lin Zhenguan’s collection.
Wang Li kissed her softly, his lips moving gently against hers as he coaxed her into responding. Hua Xue hesitated for only a moment before giving in, her arms wrapping around his neck as she returned the kiss with a hunger that surprised even her.
Their lovemaking was slow and tender, a stark contrast to the passion he had shared with the others. Hua Xue’s touch was gentle, her movements graceful as she let herself be vulnerable in his arms. Wang Li took his time, savoring the softness of her skin, the quiet gasps that escaped her lips as he brought her to the peak of pleasure.
Afterwards, Hua Xue lay quietly beside him, her head resting on his chest. The moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow over her serene features. For a long while, neither of them spoke, content to simply bask in the afterglow of their intimacy.
But eventually, Hua Xue broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. “I used to dream of leaving this place,” she confessed, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. “Of finding a life beyond these walls, where I could be free to make my own choices.”
“What stopped you?” Wang Li asked gently, his hand stroking her hair.
Hua Xue sighed, her gaze distant. “My family. They rely on the Lin Family for protection and support. If I left, they would suffer. I couldn’t do that to them.”
Wang Li nodded, understanding the weight of her responsibilities. “You’re stronger than you realize, Hua Xue. You’ve sacrificed so much for your family, but you don’t have to bear this burden alone.”
Hua Xue smiled faintly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You’re kind, Wang Li. But I’ve made my choice. This is my life now, and I’ll endure it for as long as I must.”
Wang Li pressed a kiss to her forehead, holding her close as she allowed herself to be vulnerable in his arms. He knew that Hua Xue’s loyalty to her family would keep her tied to the Lin Family, but her quiet strength and determination only made him respect her more.
As the night wore on, Wang Li left Hua Xue’s chamber and moved on to the last of Lin Zhenguan’s concubines he had targeted: Lady Lan Mei, the gentle and soft-spoken woman who had always seemed shy and reserved around him. Wang Li had been patient with Lan Mei, knowing that her trust would take time to earn.
When he entered her room, he found her sitting at a small table, engrossed in a book. Lan Mei looked up in surprise when she saw him, her cheeks flushing pink as she quickly set the book aside.
“Wang Li,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “What are you doing here?”
Wang Li smiled warmly, approaching her with a reassuring air. “I couldn’t stay away, Lan Mei. I’ve been thinking about you since I left, and I wanted to see you again.”
Lan Mei’s blush deepened, and she fidgeted nervously with the hem of her robe. “But… but what if someone finds out? It’s too risky.”
“Don’t worry,” Wang Li soothed, taking her hands in his. “No one will know. It’s just the two of us here, Lan Mei. I promise you’re safe with me.”
Lan Mei bit her lip, her wide eyes filled with uncertainty. But there was a flicker of something else in her gaze—curiosity, perhaps even a hint of desire. Wang Li could sense that she had been starved for affection, her timid nature keeping her at a distance from the other concubines.
Gently, he guided her to her feet, his hands warm and comforting as he drew her closer. “You don’t have to be afraid, Lan Mei. I’ll take care of you.”
Lan Mei hesitated for a moment longer before finally nodding, her eyes downcast as she allowed him to pull her into his embrace. Wang Li kissed her softly, his lips brushing against hers in a tender caress. Lan Mei responded hesitantly at first, but as Wang Li’s hands caressed her back and shoulders, she began to relax, her arms wrapping around him as she leaned into the kiss.
Their lovemaking was gentle and slow, a dance of exploration as Wang Li took the time to learn every inch of her body. Lan Mei’s shyness gradually gave way to trust, and she allowed herself to be vulnerable with him, her soft moans filling the room as he brought her to new heights of pleasure.
Afterwards, Lan Mei curled up against Wang Li, her head resting on his chest as she breathed deeply, still enveloped in the afterglow of their intimate encounter. The room was quiet except for the gentle rustle of the night breeze outside, and the soft hum of lanterns casting a warm glow on the walls.
