After Seducing the Ascetic Daoist

Adorably airheaded beauty x fake ascetic, real womanizer

Princess Jianning, Zhao Rongrong, was driven to the end of her rope when the Khitans demanded her hand in marriage. She read through every storybook she could find and finally came up with a brilliant plan.

Find someone she couldn't marry, stage a wedding that could never actually happen, then, once the envoys had left, dust herself off and go right back to being a princess.

She set her sights on Xie Zhishui, the chief disciple of the Qingxu Sect.

Rumor had it that Chief Disciple Xie possessed peerless beauty, yet kept his distance from women, with a heart as still as water and a life of austere cultivation.

Zhao Rongrong was delighted. "He's the one."

She forged a marriage contract overnight, stormed into Qingxu Palace, and tearfully claimed that the Three Pure Ones had appeared in a dream and commanded her to marry Chief Disciple Xie.

Xie Zhishui sat on his meditation cushion, whisk in hand, eyes lowered and face cold as frost.

The little princess was thrilled, but put on an even more pitiful expression. She refused to leave Xie Zhishui's quarters, and every day she dressed herself up and paraded in front of him.

When he shut the door, she climbed in through the window.

When he chanted sutras, she propped her chin in her hands and watched him.

When he moved three steps away, she closed the gap to one.

The colder he acted, the more at ease she felt. She thought that this wooden man really did live up to his reputation, and that her chastity was as safe as a mountain.

Still, some things seemed strange.

After staying in the quarters for a while, she would wake each morning with arms so sore she could barely lift them.

A few days later, her lips were chapped.

A few more days, and several red marks had appeared on her neck.

Staring into her bronze mirror, she muttered that the mosquitoes in this place must have failed to cultivate the Dao, since they were still feasting on her flesh.

The little princess didn't think much of it.

Once the envoys had departed, she happily packed her things. Not forgetting to see the act through to the end, she tearfully bade Xie Zhishui farewell before leaving, saying that it was a pity fate had not brought them together, while thinking, Farewell forever, you awful blockhead.

But someone seized her wrist in a tight grip.

She turned around. Xie Zhishui was looking down at her, still wearing that cool, immaculate face. Yet he lifted a finger and pulled open the collar of his robe. His neck was covered in overlapping love bites and teeth marks, a sight too indecent to look at.

Xie Zhishui's voice rang like shattering jade, calm and unhurried. "Your Highness, you have had your way with me every night, and now you mean to leave without a word. What am I to do with my chastity?"

The little princess was struck like lightning.

Could that really have happened?

The little princess cried very loudly.

Not just today, not just here, and not just while fully dressed.

*

Later, Zhao Rongrong finally realized what had happened. Tears brimming in her eyes, she choked on a sob and shoved at the person on top of her, furious. "What happened to your austere cultivation and celibacy?"

Xie Zhishui caught her slipping ankle and bent down to kiss her swollen lips. "Your Highness, the Qingxu Sect... has never forbidden marital relations."

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Waaah.

She had been deceived! So badly deceived!

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Theme: Resist temptation.