Volume One, Chapter Two: Sir, I Beg Your Mercy

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How could a few ordinary people ever outrun swords and blades? After a few agonized screams, the carriage resumed its journey.

Inside the carriage, warmth enveloped like spring. Liu Wuyi knelt on the floor, her body trembling uncontrollably, forehead pressed against the plush carpet beneath her, too afraid to raise her eyes even once.

Time passed unknowingly before a sneer broke the silence from above: “I thought you had some courage, daring to block my carriage.”

“But it seems you are nothing special after all.”

Liu Wuyi’s body stiffened. Forcing herself to remain calm, she lifted her head to look at the man before her. She had guessed correctly—it was indeed the nobleman from that night, the father of the child in her womb.

Leaning casually against a soft pillow, the man idly twisted a string of beads in his hand. His dazzling, unparalleled face bore a lazy expression, a faint, ambiguous smile playing on his lips, revealing nothing of whether he welcomed her presence or resented it.

His cool, straight long hair was pinned up by a jade hairpin, stray wisps tucked under a gauze cap. Dressed in a purple robe with a jade belt, he was clearly an official of third rank or above—one of the emperor’s closest ministers. For a moment, Liu Wuyi thought of her grandfather, who once could address such a figure with familiarity.

Liu Wuyi had seen this man lost in passion on a couch before, more enchanting than even the courtesans at the Music Bureau, yet now, sitting neatly dressed, an invisible aura radiated from him, compelling those before him to tremble with reverence.

“My lord, your servant was simply too cold.”

Twisting the warm white jade beads in his hand casually, Dan Tai Jianan’s ghostly beautiful face broke into a faint smile.

“Do you still remember me?”

Liu Wuyi was momentarily stunned. There were many beauties at the Music Bureau, but none as dangerously alluring as this nobleman—she had never seen one like him in her life.

“I don’t remember much. The fox fur you left behind was embroidered with the same family crest as the one hanging on your carriage.”

“Your servant merely tried her luck to survive, never imagined it would truly be you.”

Liu Wuyi kept a cautious thought hidden—she had secretly spat out most of the medicine the stern black-faced guard had forced upon her that day, which allowed her to regain consciousness midway.

Dan Tai Jianan’s expression remained indifferent and did not respond to her probing words but coldly issued an order: “I have already saved your life once at your request. Now leave.”

Liu Wuyi’s heart jolted. Recovering quickly, she crawled on her knees to his side, carefully tugging at his robe hem. “No, my lord, if I go down, I will be captured and trapped in the Marquis’s manor, with no way out. Please, grant your servant a path to survive.”

“I will do whatever you ask, I beg you.”

The beauty knelt by his side, shoulders hunched, looking up at him with reddened eyes glistening with tears, imploring so pitifully that she stirred deep sympathy.

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Such a posture would soften any man’s heart—but alas, Dan Tai Jianan was a eunuch.

His narrow, deep eyes fixed on Liu Wuyi without a word, clearly unmoved by such a display.

Biting her lip, Liu Wuyi recalled what the matron at the Music Bureau had told her: men’s lifelong pursuits were nothing but money, power, and desire. Money and power came first; desire was merely a garnish for the victors in any story.

But was that truly so? Throughout history, countless nobles had adored gifted beauties, even going to ruin their fortunes for them.

Since men traditionally held power, women could never compete openly for money or influence, so they fought for only one thing: beauty.

Exceptional beauty combined with extraordinary talent could command wealthy, powerful men, capturing their hearts so that their riches and power could be used by the woman.

Liu Wuyi knew she could never reach the matron’s standard of a famed courtesan; she could not control this unfathomable man before her.

Yet her beauty was undeniably supreme, as the matron had affirmed. Now, two choices lay before her:

To seduce this man and secure a safe haven before planning her next move, or to reveal the child’s existence and enter his household as a concubine.

This man was young yet held high rank and power. It was likely his household was full of wives and concubines; revealing the child might not cause much stir.

Relying on the child might ensure survival, but hoping this man would reverse her fate like a prized bird trapped in a cage was wishful thinking and would mean losing all freedom. It was better to rely on herself.

Trembling, Liu Wuyi lifted the hand resting on his knee and gently pressed it against her cheek. The beads felt slightly intrusive but did not prevent her from smiling just right to show her best angle.

“My lord, I beg your mercy.”

Dan Tai Jianan had spent over a decade navigating the treacherous corridors of power and possessed a keen eye for reading people. No thoughts could hide from him, much less such a naive act.

His hand slid from her smooth cheek down to her chin with slight pressure, and she obediently raised her chin.

“Want to live?”

Hope flickered in her beautiful almond eyes as her red lips parted softly: “I beg your mercy, my lord.”

A faint curve appeared at Dan Tai Jianan’s lips, but his eyes were like a still well, revealing no emotion. His hand moved down along her neck, loosening the cloak’s tie; his large palm slid smoothly beneath her garment.

Liu Wuyi bit her crimson lips gently. A flush spread across her cheeks, her brown eyes shimmering like jewels offered by a distant small kingdom. Tears brimmed yet did not fall, portraying unbearable vulnerability that made one want to hold and cherish her tenderly.

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Yet Dan Tai Jianan’s desire grew only more intense, cruel and twisted.

Perhaps after a long while, or maybe just moments later, his hand withdrew. Liu Wuyi’s body softened instantly as she leanedI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.