Night had completely enveloped Yonghe City, but in the hills of Qinshan, a dim light shone from a residence that seemed to stand beyond the grasp of time. Wei Yan walked calmly, his breathing steady even as he held Luo Mengyi in his possessive embrace. Mengyi's light and fragile body felt so small in the Emperor's embrace, her head still resting weakly on Wei Yan's shoulder, her eyes staring blankly ahead before finally widening as the main gate of Qinshan Mansion swung open.
The sight before her was more than just a luxurious mansion; it was a masterpiece of architecture that defied comprehension. Mengyi, who had for years seen only moss-covered walls and dusty ceilings, felt as if she had just stepped through the gates of a hidden paradise.
The mansion combined majestic traditional elements—with its curved sandalwood roof—and elegant touches of classical European style on its facade. But most breathtaking was the landscape. Shady peach trees seemed to be in eternal bloom, displaying delicate pink petals in the moonlight. Neatly lined pine trees created a verdant corridor that exuded a natural therapeutic aroma. In between them were several exotic trees Mengyi had never seen in any encyclopedia—trees with silvery leaves and marble-white trunks, creating a striking natural harmony.
"This place... impossible," Mengyi thought. She clearly remembered that, before she was imprisoned all those years ago, this Qinshan region was nothing but untouched, rocky forest. But now, this environment looked as if it had existed for hundreds of years, so mature and dignified.
However, Mengyi's admiration for the building quickly faded when her eyes fell on the row of women standing in front of the main door.
There, under the warm light of a crystal chandelier, eleven women stood, welcoming their master's return. Mengyi felt her heart skip a beat. She was the daughter of an elite family, and she knew what it meant to be the capital's belle of beauty. However, these women before her were on a completely different level. They weren't simply beautiful; each of them possessed a powerful presence, as if the world itself revolved around them.
Standing at the forefront was Li Yuantong, the woman known in the underworld as the "Brutal Rose." Her gaze was sharp and authoritarian, but when her eyes met Wei Yan's, that sharpness melted into pure loyalty. Beside her was Shen Ruolin, the "Midas Hand" capable of turning anything into gold in the business world. She stood with the grace of a corporate empress.
Then there was Xia Chunyu, formerly known as the driving force behind Megastar Corp., a shrewd woman with a calculating yet calm gaze. And what surprised Mengyi most was the presence of Shen Ruobing.
Mengyi recognized Ruobing—the Shen family's favorite child, renowned for her impeccable elegance. Knowing that Ruobing was the reason (through Wei Yan) why the Luo family had fallen to pieces last night, seeing her standing there with a kind smile made Mengyi realize one thing: in this place, past social status no longer mattered.
The line was completed by Zi Lan, Ao Ningyan, Feng Xiuyi, Yao Moli, Lan Xiyi, Liu Caixi, and of course, Ning Shuang, who had just arrived from the dormitory as per Wei Yan's orders.
"Sir, you're back," Li Yuantong said with deep respect. He glanced at the dirty, emaciated woman in Wei Yan's arms, but there was no hint of contempt in his eyes. Only quiet curiosity.
Wei Yan lowered Mengyi gently, but kept one arm around her waist to support her. "This is Luo Mengyi. Starting tonight, she's part of this household. Provide the best possible place and help her recuperate."
Ning Shuang stepped forward gently, approaching Mengyi, who seemed intimidated by the beauty of the women around her. "Welcome, Sister Mengyi," Ning Shuang said in a voice as sweet as honey. "Don't be afraid. Here, no one will harm you anymore."
Mengyi looked at Ning Shuang, then turned to Shen Ruobing. Her voice was trembling. "You... are all... his wives?"
Shen Ruobing smiled, stepped closer, and held Mengyi's dirty hands without the slightest hint of disgust. "We belong to Lord Wei Yan, just as you are now. The Luo family is a terrible thing, Mengyi. Here, you will find the true meaning of family."
Xia Chunyu nodded slightly. "Yuanrong and I have taken care of everything. The Luo family's demise is sealed. Now, your only focus is on becoming strong again. The Lord has given you a second chance, don't waste it."
Mengyi turned to Wei Yan, her eyes filling with tears again. Amidst the ranks of the most powerful and beautiful women in the region, she felt so small, yet for the first time, she felt precious.
"Yuantong, Ruolin," Wei Yan called. "Bring her in. Prepare a warm bath with spiritual essence. I want all the filth and trauma in her body washed away tonight."
"As you wish, Master," they replied in unison.
As Mengyi was led inside by the line of powerful women, she turned once more to look at the mansion's expansive garden. The exotic trees swayed gently in the breeze, as if whispering that her suffering was truly over. In this Qinshan Mansion, under Wei Yan's protection and the support of her new sisters, the "Goddess of Vengeance" would soon be reborn from her ashes.
Wei Yan stood there, watching the backs of his wives as they entered the mansion. He knew that with Mengyi's entry, the foundation of his power in Yonghe City was complete. Now, he is just waiting for the right moment to show the world who the true owner of this destiny is.
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Night was deepening on the peak of Qinshan, but the atmosphere inside the Mansion was only getting warmer, with a thick spiritual energy and an intoxicating floral scent. After undergoing a cleansing bath in the essence bath, Luo Mengyi now looked like a freshly polished gem. Her previously dull body now shone with agate, and though still slender and fragile, she was dressed in the thin silk robes provided by her new sisters.
Li Yuantong, Shen Ruolin, and the other nine wives led Mengyi to the main balcony on the top floor. There, Wei Yan stood with his back to them. He looked like a ruler of the world, standing tall, gazing out at the glittering lights of Yonghe City stretching below, with the flowing Yongdi River reflecting the city lights like a silver dragon slithering through the darkness.
Hearing their footsteps, Wei Yan didn't immediately turn around. His voice was deep yet soothing, blending with the whisper of the night breeze. "Beautiful, isn't it? The city that once tread upon you is now beneath your feet, Mengyi."
Mengyi took a hesitant step forward, her heart pounding. "Master..."
Wei Yan turned around. His deep, powerful gaze swept over Mengyi's cleansed figure. Satisfaction shimmered in his eyes. He wasted no time in empty sweet words. In a tone that sounded like a divine decree, he gazed at the line of his eleven wives.
"Help me," he said curtly.
Those words were a command to the women there. Wei Yan stepped into the spacious main chamber, a room dominated by a large bed of black agarwood and purple silk. His eleven wives followed closely behind, and one by one they began to undress with indescribable grace. Expensive robes fell soundlessly to the floor, revealing the curves of the beauties, each possessing incomparable charm.
Mengyi froze, her face heating up. She felt so small in the face of this collective beauty, but Shen Ruolin leaned in close, whispering in her ear, "Don't be afraid, Mengyi. This is how we unite your destiny with the Master. Feel every touch."
Wei Yan stood in the center of the room. Without needing a second command, the wives began to move in their familiar pattern. Some approached Wei Yan, their lithe fingers untying the school uniform she still wore, while others surrounded Mengyi with a sweeping tenderness.
Wei Yan pulled Mengyi into his embrace, immediately connecting their lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Mengyi gasped, her slender hands squeezing Wei Yan's shoulders as she felt the Emperor's tongue explore her mouth, providing a sense of security and dominance at the same time.
At the same time, the other wives began their own guidance. Li Yuantong and Ning Shuang knelt beside them, their hands gently groping and kneading Mengyi's thighs and waist, providing a stimulation she had never imagined.
"Ah... hnn..." The first moan escaped Mengyi's lips as she felt Xia Chunyu's soft fingers caress her back, while Shen Ruobing's lips began to gently lick her neck and ear.
"Just accept it, Mengyi. Let Master's energy flow into your thirsty soul," Zi Lan whispered, stroking Mengyi's hair.
One by one, Wei Yan's clothes were removed by the skilled hands of his wives, until his perfectly toned body was completely exposed. Mengyi felt dizzy from the sensations coming from all directions. The caresses on her chest, the gentle squeezes on her buttocks, and the hot licks on her sensitive spots made her fragile body arch in pleasure.
"Master... ah, Master!" Mengyi moaned, her voice breaking between tears of joy and moans of deep love. She felt loved, protected, and desired by so many of the wonderful women who were now her sisters.
Wei Yan broke the kiss, looking down at Mengyi, whose eyes were now dark with passion. "You are mine, Mengyi. Your body, your revenge, and your destiny... they are all mine."
"Yes... I am yours... forever yours," Mengyi replied haltingly.
The other wives continued to move in perfect harmony, creating a symphony of moans that filled the main chamber. They shared, helped each other, ensuring that their new sister experienced the most sacred pinnacle of union under Wei Yan's sovereignty.
Wei Yan's mouth didn't stop; after sucking Luo Mengyi's lips until she was breathless, he began to explore the length of her alabaster neck, then landed on Mengyi's pale peaks, which were now tense from the unfamiliar, burning sensation. Each firm squeeze, precise lick, and deep suck he delivered reflected absolute possessiveness—as if he were marking every inch of his new territory.
"Ah... hnn... Master... it feels... too much..." Mengyi groaned, her head thrown back, her fingers gripping the silk sheets tightly.
Guided by the gentle touches of the other wives, the atmosphere on the large bed grew increasingly intense. Li Yuantong and Shen Ruolin were on either side of Mengyi, their hands constantly caressing their new sister's smooth skin, ensuring every nerve was awakened. They were all swept up in a rhythmic whirl of lust, an orchestra of passion in which Wei Yan was the main conductor.
Wei Yan's touch slowly descended, passing over Mengyi's flat, quivering stomach, until his eyes glanced at Luo Mengyi's still-pure and closed gate of harmony. Seeing the Emperor's intense gaze fixated on her most private part, Mengyi instinctively tried to close her legs, her face heating up with immense shame.
"Don't cover it," Wei Yan whispered, his voice deep and authoritative, halting Mengyi's movements with mere words. He stared into her teary eyes. "This is the most sacred part of you, and tonight, it will be a witness to my desire, my care, and a mark of my eternal ownership."
"Master... I... I'm just afraid... I can't satisfy you..." Mengyi whispered, her voice trembling.
"You just need to accept it," Shen Ruobing replied softly, kissing Mengyi's cheek, offering moral support. "We're all here for you, sister."
Hearing the support of the great women who were now her sisters, Mengyi gained courage. Breathing heavily, she slowly parted her legs, as if inviting Wei Yan to enter deeper into her world. Wei Yan wasted no time; he immediately attacked the sensational center with his mouth, delivering a stimulation that made Mengyi scream loudly, her body arching like a bow.
"AAAHH! Master! Right there... oh my God... I... I'm going to break!" Mengyi moaned, her voice breaking. Wei Yan's dominance there was so wild yet measured, it made Mengyi feel as if her soul was being ripped from her suffering body.
The wives were still busy; some of them rubbed Wei Yan's back to fuel his passion, while others continued to encourage and guide Luo Mengyi to remain relaxed. They whispered erotic yet loving words, teaching Mengyi how to breathe and savor the pain that would soon turn into heavenly pleasure.
"Get ready," Wei Yan commanded.
He positioned himself between Mengyi's now wide-spread legs, with his powerful junior poised for the union of fate. Mengyi looked up, seeing Wei Yan's face, so majestic in the dim light of the room. There was no longer any fear in his eyes, only an open heart and soul, completely surrendered.
"I... Luo Mengyi... surrender everything to you," Mengyi said in a steady voice despite her trembling body. "Please accept my vow of love and devotion... Master. Make me yours... forever."
Wei Yan gave a faint, triumphant smile. With one steady, powerful thrust, he broke through Mengyi's final barrier, uniting their destinies in a single bond of blood and spiritual energy that exploded throughout the room. Mengyi let out a small squeal, tears of joy welling in her eyes as she felt Wei Yan's presence fill her entire being.
The other wives cheered softly, some kissing Wei Yan's shoulder, while others caressed Mengyi's sweaty forehead. Under the guidance of the wives and the Emperor's absolute dominance, Luo Mengyi was no longer a wretched woman confined to a dark corner; tonight, she had been reborn as part of Wei Yan's unwavering sovereignty.