You Stole My Husband, So I Seduced Your Son - Chapter 15

Lu Zhengwen and Ji Moyang also looked on with curiosity at the three pure-hearted young men before them. Xia Yongyan suddenly had an epiphany.

He cleared his throat awkwardly and said, “Married couples… are different from unmarried couples. Love poems need to have a bit of… well, you know…”

“What?”

“Lewdness,” Xia Yongyan blurted out, closing his eyes.

Lu Zhengwen and Zu Hongyuan understood immediately, but Ji Moyang remained confused.

Reluctantly, Xia Yongyan brought out his treasured collection of erotic paintings and recited a few lines of poetry to inspire Ji Moyang:

Moonlight slants across her snowy br3asts, Peach-blossom eyes half-drunk with wine. On the ivory bed, silken quilts unfold, Crimson waves ripple across the crumpled sheets. After bathing, her lover’s touch lingers, Cool, dewy grapes against her skin.

Lu Zhengwen and Zu Hongyuan blushed crimson, while Ji Moyang listened with a mixture of comprehension and bewilderment.

Finally, Xia Yongyan stuffed all the books he had collected over the past few days—beauty portraits, erotic paintings, and secret manuals—into Ji Moyang’s arms.

From moonlit trysts to carnal pleasures, these materials would surely give Ji Moyang a thorough understanding of the subject.

“Study these carefully,” Xia Yongyan said. “Once you’re done, you’ll understand everything.”

By noon, Ji Moyang had already devoured the entire collection. As he tossed the books back to Xia Yongyan, he muttered, “There’s nothing to it.”

Though he said this, his face flushed crimson as if he were drunk. Urged on by Xia Yongyan, he picked up a brush and wrote several poems, delighting Xia Yongyan so much that he kept calling him “Brother.”

“If I send these love poems back home, I guarantee my Madam won’t be able to sleep at night, tossing and turning as she recites them.”

Ji Moyang’s recent behavior was not only known to Song Xuwan in detail, but even Master Nianyi, who rarely left his meditation chamber, was fully aware of it.

A tall, burly middle-aged Master with a fierce face and a scar at the corner of his mouth stood respectfully behind Nianyi. “Master, while Ji Moyang possesses rare talent, he is still young. He’s already become obsessed with romantic affairs after just a few days. With such a temperament, he poses no real threat.”

Nianyi turned his prayer beads, recalling the image of Ji Moyang intently studying the erotic illustrations earlier. He shook his head and sighed. “Let’s wait until he passes the imperial examinations and climbs to a position that warrants our attention. Then we can assign someone to monitor him.”

“Understood. We’re already short-handed, and wasting resources on Ji Moyang would be a waste. We just received news of activity in the north…”

Academy Lane, Zhou Residence.

Song Xuwan knew that ever since Ji Moyang began studying the erotic illustrations, he had to change his undergarments every morning after returning to the Annex. This confirmed that the outwardly aloof young man was leading a passionate life at night.

The time was ripe…

“I wonder who he’s dreaming of?”

“What?” Baizhi asked.

“Nothing. Do they have any other plans?” Song Xuwan inquired.

Baizhi paused, then glanced at the note in her hand.

“Zu Hongyuan’s eighteenth birthday is in a few days. We’ve learned he bought several jars of fine wine in town and temporarily stored them at the Annex.”

Celebrating with wine, then?

Since drinking alcohol was forbidden at the temple, the classmates would likely celebrate at the Annex.

A heaven-sent opportunity!

All she needed to do was slip something into the wine, make Ji Moyang drunk and drugged, blur the lines between dreams and reality, and lure him to her room…

When it was all over, Ji Moyang would find Song Xuwan in bed, with Min Rongxue and Zhou Minghai standing at the bedside. What a scene of utter chaos!

Song Xuwan eagerly awaited Zu Hongyuan’s birthday. Even when Zhou Minghai returned that evening and hinted at staying in the main room, she coldly rebuffed him.

This forced Nanny Yun to spend half the night trying to persuade Song Xuwan to stop being stubborn, arguing that no marital quarrel was beyond resolution.

Song Xuwan’s head throbbed. She made up an excuse to send Nanny Yun to check on Ningning again.

On Zu Hongyuan’s birthday, Song Xuwan arrived at Fuyun Temple early in the morning.

She planned to wait until Ji Moyang and his classmates were drunk, then, as the hostess, invite them to stay overnight at the annex. The night would unfold naturally.

As soon as she arrived, Lu Yuan reported, “Madam, Zu Hongyuan moved all the wine from the annex to Fuyun Temple this morning.”

“What?!”

Song Xuwan couldn’t believe it. After her failed attempt with Eldest Madam Min last time, was she going to miss this perfect opportunity again?

“Drinking is forbidden at the temple!”

Lu Yuan didn’t know Song Xuwan’s exact plans, but he understood this change could disrupt them. He quickly added, “I’ve already sent someone to follow them. If you don’t want them drinking at the temple, just notify the monks.”

“This isn’t about drinking or not drinking!”

Song Xuwan was frustrated and didn’t know how to explain. At the temple, she couldn’t lure Ji Moyang to bed and ruin his reputation.

Wait!

Wouldn’t the temple be even better?

With so many people around, and as a sacred Buddhist site, if Ji Moyang committed any wrongdoing here, he would face inescapable consequences.

In an instant, a brilliant idea surged into Song Xuwan’s mind. She immediately ordered Lu Yuan and Baizhi to prepare.

She would make this day the beginning of Ji Moyang’s lifelong misfortune.

Behind Fuyun Temple, Zu Hongyuan was opening a jar of wine. He had originally planned to enjoy a few drinks at the Flowing Cloud Annex that evening, but Min Rongxue’s icy demeanor had instantly dampened his spirits.

Forced to retreat to this secluded spot, they settled for a few cups of sake to mark the occasion.

“As the youngest of us, I invite you all to join me for a small gathering,” Zu Hongyuan said apologetically.

The area, far from the temple, offered a tranquil setting perfect for drinking and conversation.

Xia Yongyan was the first to sit down. Having been cooped up in the temple for so long, forbidden from meat and wine, he had eagerly anticipated the chance to indulge at the Flowing Cloud Annex. But Min Rongxue had bluntly declared, “I’m not the hostess here, so I can’t possibly entertain you gentlemen.”

Lu Zhengwen followed suit, settling down and helping Zu Hongyuan pour the wine.

Ji Moyang hadn’t intended to drink, planning only to share a proper meal with his friends that evening. However, his mother’s frosty reception had humiliated him in front of his classmates.

Today, he would at least raise a cup to apologize to Zu Hongyuan.

Each man harbored his own thoughts as they began drinking, cup after cup.

“Wine without meat is truly dull,” Zu Hongyuan said apologetically. “I apologize for the poor arrangements today. Next time we’re in town, I’ll make it up to you all.”

Ji Moyang felt even more embarrassed. If his mother hadn’t been so cold, they wouldn’t have been drinking in this desolate wilderness.

He poured wine for everyone apologetically, then downed a cup himself.

Seeing the gloomy atmosphere, Xia Yongyan quipped, “Meat or no meat, we don’t care. It’s just a shame there are no beauties to keep us company! If only…”

“I don’t have the money to take you to a brothel,” Zu Hongyuan quickly interrupted, drawing laughter from the group. Xia Yongyan waved his hand dismissively, declaring grandly, “Do I look like I’m short on brothel money? I’ll treat you all next time!”

“But today’s so dull. Good thing I brought those precious diagrams. Let’s study them.”

The diagrams were familiar to everyone, and no one reacted much anymore—not even Ji Moyang, who remained calm and composed.

Xia Yongyan suddenly lost interest. He staggered to his feet and began making strange gestures.

Turning to Ji Moyang, he asked earnestly, “Moyang, tell me, what posture is this?”