Chapter 2: Loss of Chastity

Qiu Shuiman’s hands fumbled around blindly until they suddenly touched a person lying beside her. A chill struck her heart, and her head began to ache again.

After the headache eased slightly, Qiu Shuiman recalled that she had been promoted to department manager and had hosted a dinner, after which she had gotten quite drunk.

"Ah Ye, is that you?" Qiu Shuiman said, nudging the person beside her. Because of her promotion and raise, she had decided to surprise her boyfriend, Ah Ye. She remembered being dizzy and making her way to his home.

It must be him. He must be upset that she drank too much, which is why he was ignoring her.

Thinking this, Qiu Shuiman reached out to grope the man beside her. When her fingers touched his thin lips, she suddenly leaned over, pressed her own lips against his, and kissed him. "Ah Ye, haven't you always wanted me? I've made up my mind. I'll give myself to you. Will you be good to me for the rest of your life?"

No sooner had the words left her lips than a pair of powerful hands suddenly wrapped around her waist, flipping her over and pinning her beneath him. The man’s heavy breathing brushed against her cheeks, and a faint, clean scent lingered between them. Qiu Shuiman felt a bit dazed; the scent was somewhat unfamiliar.

But before she could ponder it, her lips were precisely captured in a kiss. In the pitch-black environment, the kiss made her feel suffocated, as if the air around them had stopped circulating.

The man’s kiss grew deeper, pulling Qiu Shuiman into its depths. Her mind went blank, filled only with their intense and lingering embrace.

Qiu Shuiman felt as if she were falling from the clouds. Her clothes were stripped away at some point, and as the tearing pain erupted beneath her, her eyes welled up with tears.

"Ah Ye..." Qiu Shuiman’s murmurs reached Xiao Jue’s ears.

Xiao Jue’s movements faltered, and a trace of imperceptible coldness washed over him. Qiu Shuiman clung tightly to his neck, trying to draw some warmth from him.

"Ah Ye, I'm cold," she murmured unconsciously, her small hands stroking his back.

Xiao Jue’s cold eyes seemed to ignite with flames. Suppressing the resentment in his heart, he felt the air inside the coffin growing thinner. With a sudden, forceful palm strike, he pushed the lid of the coffin aside, and the darkness slowly dissipated.

Xiao Jue finally saw the woman lying beneath him clearly. Her eyes were closed, and crystalline tears slid from the corners of her eyes. She was exceptionally beautiful, possessing a delicate, pitiable charm that made one feel protective.

But when Xiao Jue recalled the name she had called out, the fire in his heart burned even brighter. He leaned down and suddenly quickened his pace, thrusting into her fiercely, as if venting his anger or perhaps punishing her.

Qiu Shuiman cried out in pain, but the man on top of her was far from gentle, treating her with a brutality that felt as if he were trying to crush her.

The physical pain came in waves, accompanied by her headache. With each deeper thrust and release, Qiu Shuiman finally could not resist and lost consciousness. Yet, in that very moment before she blacked out, she finally saw her surroundings and the man on top of her.

This was not her boyfriend’s home, and he was not Ah Ye! This was... inside a coffin!

Qiu Shuiman’s entire body shuddered. A flash of memory flickered and vanished, and chaotic images flooded her, accompanied by overwhelming pain. Was she... transmigrated?

Qiu Shuiman’s eyes closed, and she fainted.

Footsteps echoed from the stone door of the mausoleum. Xiao Jue tilted his head to listen, catching the sound of a faint conversation.

"The Third Miss has never been favored. Why would the Prime Minister insist that we rescue her?" a man’s voice asked, filled with confusion and doubt.

"How could we possibly guess the Prime Minister’s intentions? Let’s hurry; if we’re late, the Miss will suffocate to death," the other replied, their footsteps approaching rapidly.

Xiao Jue stood up, grabbed his court robes from inside the coffin, put them on, and jumped out. The stone door opened, and two masked men burst in.

Seeing the man standing with his back to them, dressed in the first-rank court robes that symbolized the status of the Xiao imperial family, they were stunned.

"Did Prime Minister Qiu send you?" Xiao Jue turned around, a murderous aura radiating from his handsome, extraordinary face.

The two men were horrified to see Xiao Jue’s face. The person who should have been lying in the coffin was standing right before their eyes. "Your Highness, you’re not dead?" one of them reacted first, the shock on his face masking the fear in his heart.