Who Would Cuckold Themselves? (1v2, Forced Possession, High H)

In spring, the most renowned Pavilion of Bobaiya in Shengjing hosted a flowing wine cup banquet.

The spring breeze brushed the willows, their branches sweeping the water’s surface, creating ripples. The water carried petals of spring flowers, a colorful array floating along the garden, bringing the lively breath of spring.

As the wine cups floated along the water, whoever they stopped in front of had to compose a poem on the spot. The theme of this poetry gathering, chosen by the eldest princess, was “Spring Cherry.” Praises for the spring flowers were shared among the guests, carried by the willow breeze to the branches, swept into the flowing water, and spread to the distant skies, enhancing the spring scenery.

If one couldn’t compose poetry, they had to drink three cups as a penalty.

Many young ladies, their cheeks flushed red and eyes sparkling, looked even more charming than the spring cherries.

By the flowing water, men and women, laughing and conversing, their voices clear and melodious, blending with the spring atmosphere.

This banquet was hosted by the eldest princess of Huiguo, Hui Heming. Young men and women were separated by the water; on one side were spirited young men in bright attire, on the other, shy young ladies hiding behind their fans.

In Huiguo, the customs are liberal, with young people starting to look for partners around the ages of thirteen or fourteen. Such banquets are the best opportunities for the offspring of officials to find good matches.

Eldest Princess Hui Heming is the full sister of the current emperor, five years his senior. Years ago, when Huiguo was defeated in war, the eldest princess sacrificed herself for her country, going to marry the fierce Tartar king in the distant north. This was until the current emperor successfully ascended the throne after a struggle for succession.

Only then did Huiguo finally win a battle. The Tartar king ceded cities, paid with cattle and sheep, and even surrendered his Tartar queen.

The emperor successfully welcomed back his sister, Hui Heming, conferring upon her the title of “Protecting the Country Eldest Princess,” granting her the fief of Xi’an, thus she was also called the “Protecting the Country Princess of Xi’an.” This was the highest honor bestowed upon any princess in Huiguo’s history.

The title “Protecting the Country” underscores her contributions to the nation.

It’s said “the eldest sister is like a mother,” and the emperor held his eldest sister in high regard. Her status elevated correspondingly; it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say she was the most honored woman in Huiguo.

The emperor had a deep affection for his eldest sister. Since her return, he punished those who privately slandered her chastity, had scholars write stories and ballads about Hui Heming’s sacrifice for the country, and how she stabilized the nation. These were sung by street urchins and recounted by storytellers at the Heavenly Bridge. He also issued a general amnesty for her return and established relief kitchens in her name.

Given her extraordinary status, those wishing to curry favor with her were endless. The high society of the capital all took pride in receiving an invitation from Hui Heming.

In the Rain-Watching Pavilion, there was a woman of unparalleled beauty, dressed in a magnificent robe embroidered with peonies in Suzhou style, with gold and silver threads. Her twelve-fold pleated skirt was adorned with lifelike peacock designs; her high-bound chest was accentuated by a golden sash, her hair was elegantly styled, held by a golden phoenix hairpin.

This woman is none other than the Eldest Princess of Huiguo, Hui Heming. She has an eccentric personality and doesn’t like to get close to people, yet she was now speaking to Yun Yue, who was dressed in a lotus pink palace attire, looking as delicate as a porcelain doll, saying, “Yue’er, don’t just hide here; those young nobles are all waiting for a chance to talk to you!”

“I know, foster mother, I’m not good at poetry, so I won’t join the excitement,” said the girl, lowering her eyes. Upon closer inspection, one would see that her features were painted like a picture, especially those lively eyes, like the willows of Jiangnan after the rain, supple yet spirited, carrying the poetic vastness of mist and water, yet imbued with the earthiness of human life.

“Yue’er may not be good at poetry, but she’s quite skilled at drinking, just like a little drunkard,” the Eldest Princess chuckled, her tone affectionate as she gently tapped Yun Yue’s forehead with her slender finger.

“If I want to drink, drinking with my foster mother is enough!” Yun Yue laughed, her smile vibrant and sweet, like a newly unsealed fine wine from Shen, intoxicating people with her unique charm.

Just locking eyes with her could make one unwittingly immerse in that beauty. And her beauty wasn’t just in her eyes; her porcelain-like face was evenly adorned with exquisite features, like the finest porcelain set with the best gems. Her jade-like nose was high and straight, her cherry lips naturally red without rouge, slightly curved in a perpetual smile.

Who would have thought that this girl, who seemed as gentle as a landscape painting, was not well-versed in the arts of ink and color, her knowledge of poetry merely passable?

It’s not surprising though, considering her tragic early life. Before the age of ten, she grew up in an official brothel.

Fortunately, when the current emperor ascended the throne, Yun Yue’s maternal family was exonerated. Her mother was then married to Prince Yun by imperial decree, and after the marriage, her mother’s life turned from hardship to happiness, sharing a deep bond with her husband. Prince Yun, out of love for his wife, extended that affection to Yun Yue, even though she was not his biological daughter, and he cherished her deeply.

Yun Yue was beautiful, had a good temperament, and had a pitiable background, which particularly endeared her to the Eldest Princess.

There were rumors that Hui Heming, also known as Hui Heming, sympathized with Yun Yue because she herself had been sent to marry in the north, marrying three men in succession – fathers, sons, and brothers – and thus bearing children for them, which made her particularly affectionate towards someone like Yun Yue, born in a brothel.

The person who once spoke such words has long been dead, their grave now taller than Yun Yue. Therefore, more people speculated that Yun Yue looked very similar to how the Eldest Princess looked in her youth, which was why the princess was so fond of her, adopting her as her foster daughter to elevate her status.

The truth behind these stories is obscured, like looking at flowers in the fog. What one can be sure of is the unique affection the Eldest Princess has for Yun Yue.