The saying goes that even the most delicious food becomes tiresome if eaten every day.
Yu Xian used to think that was just the boastful nonsense of the rich and sublime.
Damn, a man full doesn't know a hungry man's hunger. If he had a goddess in his arms, he would never tire of her for the rest of his life.
But now, he could only say - he was tired of her.
It was like a beloved toy; at first, you couldn't put it down, but not long after it would be discarded in a corner to gather dust, and you wouldn't notice it for a long time.
Pure desire without the backing of affection comes fiercely and violently, and it disappears just as quietly.
Moreover, Yulan, in order to secure her status soon, began to work hard in cultivation mode.
Although she was still obeying and attentive to him, her energy was limited. After a large part of it was devoted to cultivation, it became difficult for her to keep coming up with new ways to tempt him and give him a fresh experience every day, as she did before.
This was not a good sign.
Yulan was his only designated cultivation partner at this stage.
His attraction to Yulan determined the quality of their dual cultivation.
He began looking for solutions and started reducing his daily contact with Yulan under the pretext of concentrating on his cultivation, preserving some freshness for each other.
But human desire, like a boulder rolling down a mountain, cannot be stopped once it has begun.
Yu Xian had physical satisfaction, but his spiritual desire threshold had been raised, so when it couldn't be met, he would think About obtaining it elsewhere, rather than practicing self-control.
Because his relationship with Yulan was not equal, when the price of a person's mistake was zero, his betrayal seemed only natural.
It was only when Yu Xian's claw reached out to Chen Yi beside him and saw the tears in her eyes that he suddenly woke up.
He had almost become a puppet of desire!
Of course, he didn't feel much guilt for wanting to sleep with Chen Yi. After all, whether sooner or later, he would sleep with her.
But he wouldn't allow his desires to make him lose his reason and judgment.
So, after more than two months of absurd living,
Yu Xian stepped out of the Royal Mansion and looked at the bustling prosperous world outside, starting to search for things that could bring joy and touch his heart.
...
Prosper County has a favorable geographical environment, with numerous water systems converging, the most famous of which is the Blue River.
And there is a tributary of the Blue River flowing in the Prosper City, called the Prosper River.
On the boat in the Prosper River
A black awning boat passed by.
A boatman wearing a bamboo hat was rowing at the stern of the boat, and under the awning sat a scholar dressed in green and a cool and pretty serving girl.
These were Yu Xian and Chen Yi.
Yu Xian leaned back against the boat window, watching the wide river, the rippling waves, and the vastness of heaven and earth in his sight, and sighed with relief:
"Long confinement in a cage, it's nice to return to nature. Going out for a stroll does wonders for one's physical and mental health. My original troubles disappeared with the wind."
"Boatman, please slow down. I want to fish."
"Sure, Master."
The boatman responded loudly, slowed his hand movements, and let the water carry the boat forward slowly.
On the deck at the bow.
Yu Xian took out a chair to sit down, threw out the fishing rod, and watched the fishing line sink into the water. The float swayed with the current, calming his heart.
"Do you want to join me?"
Yu Xian handed a fishing rod to Chen Yi.
Chen Yi silently accepted it, her eyes fixed on the water, not daring to look at Yu Xian.
"I'm sorry, I thought I would savor you at some ambiguous time, rather than possess you so rudely."
Yu Xian's gaze fell on the distant white mist on the water's surface, his voice faint, like the distant mist, about to dissipate at any moment.
"If you have any requests, please put them forward, consider it small compensation for my recklessness this time."
Chen Yi's heart couldn't help but tighten, but she shook her head with a blank expression:
"Since I came to your yard, I have already become your person. You have only taken what belongs to you; you owe me nothing."
She was mentally prepared for Prince Wang's arrangement of her to approach Yu Xian.
Moreover, Yu Xian looked handsome, had powerful cultivation, and a humorous personality. The fact that she could serve him instead of attending to those fat-headed officials or people much older than her grandfather, like her other sisters, was already considered a stroke of luck for her.
However, what she couldn't accept was that Yu Xian had never sought her out again since their first time together.
Even though his needs were evident.
Chen Yi clenched her teeth in secret, feeling upset and indignant. Was she not as good as Yulan?
"I always have to do something to appease my hypocritical conscience," said Yu Xian with a casual smile, tinged with a touch of self-mockery.
"Moreover, I advise you to seize this opportunity, as my conscience often goes missing, and I cannot predict when it will appear again."
Upon hearing these words, Chen Yi's eyes were filled with struggle.
For her, this may be an opportunity, but it could also be a test.
After a while.
Her gaze became determined, and she said to Yu Xian earnestly,
"I want to cultivate, just like Yulan!"
Only by becoming a cultivator like in the legends could she have a chance to gain the freedom she desired.
Yu Xian was taken aback and asked in surprise, "I thought you'd ask me to save your brother."
"I..."
Yu Xian's words struck Chen Yi like a bolt of lightning. Her face paled instantly, and her eyes filled with despair.
He had found out!
Just as she was about to explain, Yu Xian casually waved his hand to cut her off.
"But this is fine too. Otherwise, I would have really struggled with whether or not to go back on my promise, since I'm quite comfortable staying in the Royal Mansion now."
"After returning to the mansion, you can cultivate the Eternal Youth Technique with Yulan. I won't give you much help, so you'll have to rely on yourself."
Chen Yi bit her lip and nodded silently,
"I understand."
"Since you've accepted my compensation, you can't be cold towards me anymore. Come on, smile."
Yu Xian wrapped his arm around Chen Yi's shoulder and seated her on his lap. He grinned mischievously, as his hands wandered lower.
Although it had been proven that dual cultivation with a non-cultivation partner could not bring him any Cultivation Points, it certainly brought him joy.
Now that his interest in Yulan had waned, his cultivation had greatly increased, and with Doctor Huang's secret recipe, he was no longer the poor, idle young master he once was.
Adding Chen Yi into the mix was not a big deal.
Chen Yi's face blushed crimson as if she could feel the warmth of Yu Xian's hand even through her clothing. She whispered in protest,
"Don't... not here."
"Come closer, I want to feel your heart."
While Yu Xian flirted with her, he didn't leave his other hand idle. He flicked the fishing rod, and a huge, bright red carp leapt out of the water.
"Come on up!"
"Boatman, do you have a stove? I want to eat grilled fish," Yu Xian shouted towards the back.
"Yes, sir!"
The boatman was a sharp-eyed fellow. Seeing that his guest was occupied, he quickly came over to help. He unhooked the carp and threw it into the basket tied to the side of the boat and asked,
"Sir, my grilling skills are decent. Would you like me to grill the fish for you now?"
"Looks like I'm in for a treat today. I've been looking forward to tasting the boatman's culinary skills," replied Yu Xian, patting the girl who was carefully sitting in his arms like a kitten, with a big smile on his face.
However, it seemed that his luck had run out after the first catch.
For the next hour, he only caught a few small, unknown fish and quickly lost interest in fishing.
Just in time, the boatman had finished roasting the fish.
Yu Xian and Chen Yi each enjoyed half, savoring the freshness and the sweet, tender taste of the fish.
Having had their fill, they returned to the shore.