The Abused Novel Heroine Became a Clingy Sweetheart [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 49.2

The clouds parted, and the sunlight became brighter.

It stung Song Yaoci’s eyes, causing her to involuntarily close them.

The person covering her lips began to increase the pressure, her fine teeth gently nibbling at the soft lips.

It didn’t hurt, just felt a little tingly and itchy.

Song Yaoci soon lost herself, allowing the other’s advances to become bolder.

The scent of orchids in the air grew stronger, and she felt a hint of sweetness on her lips and teeth.

Her lipstick was slightly smudged, and You Ting gently released her and smiled.

She raised her hand, and her fingertip wiped across the corner of Song Yaoci’s lips.

The heat in her body had long since been ignited. Song Yaoci’s eyes were slightly unfocused, and she gazed helplessly at You Ting.

She softly said, “Your Highness…”

You Ting raised an eyebrow, “What is it?”

Song Yaoci bit her lip and whispered a few words that were barely audible, “Want, I want.”

You Ting lowered her head, their noses touching.

They were extremely close, an intimacy without space between them.

You Ting slowly asked, “What does Miss Song want?”

Song Yaoci’s face was flushed with embarrassment, her eyes shimmering with moisture.

But the finger behind her was stimulating her on and off.

In the end, she blushed profusely and spoke the truest desire deep within her heart, “I want Your Highness.”

You Ting’s eyes deepened slightly.

Her bright red lips curved into an upward arc, and as if a reward, she once again pressed them against Song Yaoci’s lips.

Between their joined lips and teeth, she spoke a husky, indistinct sound, “…I also want Miss Song.”

This private, secret matter was the push and pull between them.

It was her and Song Yaoci’s craving for each other.

A finger traced the waistband of her skirt, and Song Yaoci paused, whispering, “Let’s go to the room.”

Although she had found excuses to send away everyone in her courtyard, including her personal maid Ying’er.

Yet, in the bright sunlight, Song Yaoci felt a certain inexpressible sense of shame.

You Ting replied hoarsely, “Alright.”

Their steps stumbled into the room, and as soon as the door was closed, their bodies, unable to bear it, pressed tightly together.

Song Yaoci was pinned against the door, her back cushioned by one of You Ting’s hands.

The raised patterns on the door caused a slight pain against her skin, but she was beyond noticing such details.

She tilted her neck back, accepting You Ting’s kisses.

Their lips were pressed together until a faint sense of suffocation made them part.

Her mind was heavy, and her limbs turned soft. She could barely remain standing by leaning entirely on You Ting.

The belt of her skirt loosened and fluttered to the floor.

Fingers slid beneath the hem of her garment, covering her warm skin.

This matter was practiced and perfected; You Ting had already memorized every sensitive spot on Song Yaoci’s body.

Only a light kneading elicited a soft moan from Song Yaoci.

It was nearly summer, and the skirts she wore were thin, so the layers piled up by her elbows did not feel strange.

Her outer garment fell to the floor, and she was like a delicate jade lotus, standing tall and pure.

Layers of lotus leaves were pushed aside, revealing trembling red petals.

The round and fair lotus seeds, once touched by the wind, rolled onto the leaves.

The lotus-picking maiden reached out, caressing the entire surface of the lotus seed, and only after confirming its flawlessness did she drop it into the basket on her back.

The stem of the lotus was straight, completely submerged in the clear water. When covered by a fingertip, it involuntarily secreted a clear liquid.

The pink petals were spread open by the lotus-picking maiden, revealing the tender stamen inside.

Using a finger as a probing tool, she meticulously explored the inner wall of the lotus flower.

She needed to ensure everything was correct before placing it in the basket.

Song Yaoci’s waist felt weak, and she leaned against You Ting with all her might.

Her hands tightly hooked around You Ting’s neck, and she softly said, “…I-I can’t stand anymore.”

You Ting laughed softly, close to her ear, “I’ll carry you.”

She lifted the powerless Song Yaoci, but not towards the bed; instead, she headed for Song Yaoci’s desk.

The desk was very tidy, books were stacked to one side, the ink in the inkstone was still wet, and white paper lay flat on the surface.

Perhaps Song Yaoci had intended to use it for calligraphy or painting, but hadn’t had the chance.

You Ting placed Song Yaoci on the desk.

Her warm skin suddenly came into contact with the cold tabletop. Song Yaoci looked over with hazy eyes, calling out anxiously, “Your Highness.”

You Ting reached out to take Song Yaoci’s hand.

It was as if this granted her infinite comfort, and she tightly grasped You Ting’s fingers.

Although she didn’t know what was about to happen, as long as You Ting was by her side, every unknown seemed to lose its terror.

“Miss Song,” You Ting’s lips landed on Song Yaoci’s earlobe, whispering, “I haven’t replied to the Autumn Wind Song you sent me last time.”

A reply?

Song Yaoci’s already cloudy mind felt as if it were shrouded in mist. Unable to find comfort, she looked at You Ting blankly, appearing a little wronged and pitiful.

You Ting picked up the brush from the holder. The tip was made of excellent weasel hair, smooth and soft to the touch.

She chuckled softly, her voice seductive, “I’ll write it for you now, alright, Yaoyao?”

Song Yaoci felt as if something had forcefully struck her heart.

Since they met, You Ting had always addressed her as “Miss Song.”

Even when they were engaged in the most intimate acts, it was no exception.

But just now, she had called her “Yaoyao.”

It was a familiarity that made her heart clench.

You Ting asked again, “Yaoyao?”

Song Yaoci nodded vaguely, then saw the woman’s lips curve into a sudden, bright smile.

Her already gorgeous features seemed to gain an extra layer of allure.

Soul-stirring, it sent Song Yaoci’s mind drifting beyond the nine heavens.

“The ink is dry,” You Ting said, “I need to fetch some water.”

The brush was dipped into a clear, wet liquid. Song Yaoci’s fingers gripping You Ting’s shoulder tightened.

You Ting’s writing motion was slow and deliberate, allowing Song Yaoci’s shaky breaths to fall against her.

The sounds were suppressed between her tightly clenched lower lip.

You Ting raised her other hand, cupping the back of Song Yaoci’s head, and lowered her mouth to rescue the lip that was almost bitten bloody.

A faint, sweet scent of orchid pervaded their mouths, and Song Yaoci’s entire body turned a lovely peach-pink.

Her tear-filled eyes fluttered with long lashes, as if she had sunk into a boundless, endless dream.

The brush tip was fully saturated with liquid, which mixed with the ink in the inkstone to form dark black ink.

You Ting lifted the brush and left bold and flowing strokes on the paper.

Song Yaoci tried to turn her head to look, but You Ting reached out to stop her.

You Ting said, “Look after I’ve left.”

So she could only nod in compliance.

“As expected of the Grand Tutor’s granddaughter,” You Ting’s voice was low and husky, containing a laugh, “The ink here at Miss Song’s place seems easier to use than the one in the palace.”

An irrepressible flush rushed to Song Yaoci’s small face.

She did not respond, only quietly said, “Your Highness… call my name.”

You Ting’s kiss landed near her ear, and she softly called, “Yaoyao.”

Song Yaoci rested her head on You Ting’s shoulder, a thread of sweetness flowing in her heart.

She didn’t know why, but she was certain.

In this moment, her heart was immensely joyful.

All because of the person before her.

She thought that her current self was truly unlike the Song Yaoci of the past.

However, such a change was actually acceptable.

Song Yaoci was utterly exhausted and leaned against You Ting, drifting off to sleep.

You Ting carried her to the bed.

Song Yaoci was very light, like a soft cloud; she required no effort at all.

You Ting covered her with a silk blanket and carefully wiped the thin sweat from her cheeks.

Song Yaoci instinctively reached out a finger, hooking onto You Ting’s sleeve.

Her mind was hazy, and her eyes were almost closed, as if she would fall into a deep sleep the next moment.

In her blurred vision, the outline of the woman was faintly visible.

Just before she completely succumbed to sleep, she heard the person whisper a sentence in her ear, so soft it felt like an illusion:

“If we cannot find the antidote, how about we continue like this forever?”

When Song Yaoci woke up again, the other person was no longer in the room.

The lingering scent had dissipated, only a faint trace remained.

The sky had darkened without her noticing, and she sat up, suddenly feeling a sense of having just awoken from a dream.

The scattered garments had been carefully and properly put away, so calm that it seemed as if nothing had happened.

Song Yaoci got up and stepped off the bed.

She did not walk fast; the muscles in her thighs were still a little sore.

She originally wanted to call Ying’er to prepare water for a bath, but as if guided by an unknown force, she turned and walked toward the desk.

A belated sense of shame rushed into her mind, and she couldn’t help but blush.

Forcing herself to endure the embarrassment, Song Yaoci approached the desk and looked down.

Two lines of ink were left on the white paper, pressed down by a paperweight.

Some areas were slightly wrinkled, as if stained by water at some point.

Song Yaoci’s gaze fell on the two lines of poetry, and she was suddenly stunned.

You Ting had written:

“The exquisite dice holds the red bean; Does my deep-seated love entangle your heart, or not?” (Note: Wen Tingyun, Nan Ge Zi)

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The Examination Compound.

You Ting returned the same way, quietly slipping back into her room.

Qing Su saw her return, and the worry she had been holding in her heart finally subsided.

“Your Highness, you’re finally back! I was nearly dying of worry.”

You Ting asked, “Has anyone come looking for me?”

Qing Su shook her head, “No.”

“Your Highness, let’s quickly change back into our clothes.”

“Eh?” Qing Su asked curiously, “Where did Your Highness go? Why do you smell fragrant?”

The fingers You Ting was about to use to take off the skirt paused. She said without changing her expression, “Qing Su, find a new set of clothes for yourself to change into; I accidentally dirtied this one.”

“Is that so?” Qing Su didn’t think much of it, digging out a new set of clothes from her box, “Alright.”

After they had changed back, You Ting asked, “How are the Second Brother and the Dingxi County Princess?”

Qing Su replied, “The Dingxi County Princess hasn’t returned; she might still be teaching the Second Prince.”

You Ting was speechless.

It was this late; had they been practicing until now?

She hoped He Changsi had at least half a life left in him.

She waved her hand and told Qing Su, “Go find the Second Brother and tell him they can stop now.”

Qing Su acknowledged the order and left.

He Changsi felt every bone in his body protesting with soreness.

He couldn’t recall the last time he had been this exhausted.

The former Crown Prince was skilled in both literary and martial arts, so the Empress initially planned to train He Changsi the same way.

However, He Changsi genuinely lacked talent in martial arts, so the Empress eventually dropped the idea.

He had agreed to You Ting’s request to invite Qi Yuan out today, and preferably for a long time.

After pondering for a long while, He Changsi came up with the excuse of learning martial arts.

He only hoped that Princess Shunan would return quickly.

Although it was just an excuse, Qi Yuan was very enthusiastic about teaching him, and he felt obligated to study seriously.

After being thrown around and battered for most of the day, He Changsi felt he really couldn’t hold on any longer.

Fortunately, Qing Su arrived just in time, saying that You Ting had returned.

He Changsi finally let out a long breath and thanked Qi Yuan, “That’s enough for today. Thank you, County Princess.”

Qi Yuan waved her hand carelessly, “It’s nothing, just a small matter. If you want to learn more tomorrow, I can come again.”

He Changsi’s gentle smile almost couldn’t be maintained, and he stiffly said, “No, no need. I have other things to attend to tomorrow, so I won’t trouble the County Princess.”

Qi Yuan nodded magnanimously, “Alright, just call me when you need me.”

She then looked at Qing Su, “Aren’t you Shunan’s personal maid? Why are you here?”

Qing Su replied, “My Princess is feeling better, so I came to inform the Second Prince to ease his worries.”

“She’s feeling better?” Qi Yuan brightened, “Does that mean she can chat with me again?”

Qi Yuan excitedly waved a casual goodbye to He Changsi, “Goodbye, Second Prince. I’m going to find Shunan!”

He Changsi and Qing Su exchanged a look, both seeing sympathy for You Ting in the other’s eyes.

They hoped You Ting could fend for herself.

You Ting had barely rested in her room for long when she heard a bustling female voice from outside the courtyard, “Shunan! Shunan!”

The person hadn’t arrived, but her voice preceded her.

It was instantly clear who it was.

The door was pushed open with a “bang,” and the sight of a woman in fiery red robes entered her vision.

You Ting sighed lightly, knowing she couldn’t escape today. She rubbed her forehead and forced a smile, “Dingxi County Princess.”

“Is there something you need me for?”

Qi Yuan very casually pulled out a chair and sat down opposite You Ting.

She said with bright eyes, “I haven’t finished what I wanted to discuss with you last time. I still have a few questions about the martial arts exam for women that I’d like to ask your opinion on…”

She launched into a rapid-fire speech, giving You Ting no chance to react.

You Ting was lost in thought, wondering who would have thought that the taciturn, stern female general of the Northwest would turn into a chatterbox in front of her.

However, this also showed Qi Yuan’s seriousness about the policy of women holding official positions.

She truly wanted to make this happen.

You Ting couldn’t help but think of someone else.

Song Yaoci shared the same ambitions as them.

She wondered if Song Yaoci would be able to perform her best in this imperial examination.

The imperial examination was scheduled for the third day of the next month.

In the past few days, the Examination Compound became busy.

All personnel responsible for the examination supervision were strictly prohibited from leaving. The imperial court had deployed a company of golden-armored guards to tightly surround the compound; not even a fly could escape.

Grand Academician Liu was the Chief Examiner responsible for setting the questions. After the questions were drafted, he symbolically presented them to He Changsi and You Ting, who were also supervisors, for a review.

You Ting: “So difficult.”

He Changsi: “Good thing I don’t have to take the exam.”

Grand Academician Liu: “…”

“Do the two Highnesses feel that there are any other areas in the questions that need revision?”

The two shook their heads in unison.

Considering the large number of female students taking this year’s examination, Grand Academician Liu had included a discussion question regarding women holding official positions.

He stroked his grizzled beard and spoke slowly, “We are all old now. I hope this examination can select fresh blood for our dynasty.”

You Ting suddenly asked Grand Academician Liu curiously, “Then, what is your personal view on this policy?”

Grand Academician Liu chuckled, “This old official naturally believes it is excellent. In this world, the best state is achieved when Yin and Yang exist together, and strength and gentleness complement each other.”

“Some people always think that women are inherently weak and inferior to men. That is not true; the pain of childbirth is probably unbearable for many men.”

He smiled, “Take this old official, for example; my first teacher in my youth was a woman.”

It was a pity that there was no provision for women to take the imperial examination and become officials at that time. The female teacher was forced to marry and died of illness a few years later.

There were indeed differences between men and women, but talent should not be distinguished.

You Ting sighed softly, “It is a pity that there are so few people who can see things as clearly as the Grand Academician.”

Grand Academician Liu smiled kindly, “That is the significance of our existence.”

He then looked at He Changsi, “What does the Second Prince think?”

He Changsi smiled gently, “I am quite dull and cannot offer much insight, but I feel that everything the Grand Academician says is very true.”

“Your Highness should not be so modest. In this world, being able to distinguish right from wrong is already quite an accomplishment.”

Grand Academician Liu did not continue chatting with them. He still had to hurry and send out the examination papers.

Three days later, the gates of the Examination Compound swung wide open, and a long queue formed on the street.

The eagerly anticipated imperial examination had finally arrived.

The examinees were required to undergo a meticulous body search one by one before being allowed into the compound.

The female students lined up in a separate queue, and the ones responsible for the body searches were also female officials.

You Ting was in charge of supervising nearby.

In the crowd, she looked up and spotted Song Yaoci among them at a glance.