Three Kingdoms: Mistakenly Becoming Liu Bei's Adoptive Father at the Start

Liu Liang was stunned.

This time, I was truly stunned.

Diao Chan stood there quietly, her eyes lowered and her face flushed, like a silent plant.

Unexpectedly, the two best horses of the Three Kingdoms period were Red Hare and Diao Chan.

Originally, it all belonged to Lü Bu, but now, times have changed, and Diao Chan belongs to me, Liu Liang!

In the future, I still want that Red Hare!

"Lord Situ, this..."

Wang Yun said, "Sir, there's no need to refuse. I know you are a gentleman, and you didn't look at me sideways during the meal. But you saved my life and protected my family, and I can't live without showing some gratitude. Besides, Chang'an is in such a mess now, and I don't even know if I'll live to see tomorrow. Diao Chan is suffering with me. It would be better for her to stay with you, sir, so she might have a chance to survive."

Looking at the silent Diao Chan, he suddenly understood something.

She wasn't that she didn't speak, she was simply unable to speak.

Her life was never in her own hands.

Wang Yun asked her to come out and dance, so she came out and danced.

Wang Yun told her to go with someone, so she had to go with that person.

She is an object that can be traded at any time.

Seeing that Diao Chan kept her eyes lowered and her eyelashes fluttered like fans, Liu Liang felt a secret joy. He wanted to pretend to be more reserved and decline, but his instincts made him not to be polite and he immediately accepted.

"Your Excellency's kindness is too much for me... I am truly unworthy of it."

Wang Yun was overjoyed and placed Diao Chan's hand in Liu Liang's hand.

Liu Liang held that hand; it was soft and cool.

"Please rest for the night, sir. Tomorrow I will take you to the palace to meet the Emperor. You have rendered great service to the nation, and I am willing to introduce you as Minister of Education."

To see the emperor?

Liu Liang hadn't originally planned to go, but since Wang Yun had recommended him, there was no reason for him not to.

"I'll leave it all to Situ's arrangements." Liu Liang bowed and left.

Diao Chan followed him to the west courtyard without saying a word.

Zhou Cang leaned close to Zhao Yun's ear and whispered, "Second Brother, did Eldest Brother... get married?"

Zhao Yun was also puzzled and did not reply.

Zhou Cang muttered to himself, "So, what should we call my sister-in-law from now on?"

Zhao Yun smiled and said, "Just call her sister-in-law!"

Zhou Cang grinned foolishly, "Such a young sister-in-law!"

......

late at night.

Liu Liang stood in the room, looking at the bundle.

The bundle was brought by Diao Chan and placed beside the couch; its contents were unknown.

She was standing by the window, with her back to him.

There was only one oil lamp in the room, and the flame flickered in the wind coming in from the window.

Liu Liang suddenly didn't know what to do.

In both his lives combined, he had never dealt with a situation like this.

In my past life, I was busy running an antique shop to make money. The women I came into contact with were either customers or employees, and the boundaries were very clear.

Having transmigrated to this world, I've only been focused on surviving; I haven't had the time or inclination to think about this.

That time with Tang Ji, he managed to hold on only because of his obsession with being the "widow of the young emperor".

But this time it's different.

This time, Diao Chan was personally delivered by Wang Yun; it wasn't "taking her in," it was "giving her away."

The meaning of "giving" is that from now on, this woman belongs to him.

Liu Liang stood there, his mind racing, but he couldn't come up with the first thing to say.

Diao Chan turned around, walked up to him, lowered her eyes, and said softly, "Sir, I'm going to take a bath."

After saying that, he turned and went into the inner room.

Liu Liang felt a chill run down his spine. "No way?"

After waiting for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the door was pushed open.

Diao Chan is back.

She changed her clothes; to be precise, she wore a thin nightgown.

The fabric was semi-transparent, and the candlelight shone from behind, outlining the body's contours.

Liu Liang glanced at it and almost couldn't look away.

Diao Chan walked to the bedside, turned her back to him, and untied the belt of her nightgown.

Her nightgown slipped down.

Without turning around or pausing, she lifted the covers and lay down.

Liu Liang stood there, his throat dry.

He knew he had to do something.

A bath? Yes, a bath.

Calm yourself down and go into the inner room as well.

Inside, there were two wooden buckets containing hot water, sent by Wang Yun.

After washing up, I dried myself off, put on a clean undergarment, and went to my dormitory.

The light is still on.

Diao Chan lay in the quilt, revealing half of her smooth shoulder.

She was lying on her side, her face turned towards the wall, so her expression was not visible.

Liu Liang blew out the lamp and walked to the bedside in the dark.

She sat on the edge of the tatami for a while, then lifted the covers and lay down.

The blankets were warm and had a faint fragrance.

The two stood half a foot apart, neither of them moving.

After a long time, Liu Liang heard a noise behind him.

Then, he felt a warm body press against him.

Diao Chan wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face against his back.

Her breathing was very light, one breath at a time, coming through her inner garment.

Liu Liang froze.

The hand lingered on his waist for a moment, then began to move.

My fingertips glided across his abs, then back, stopping at his chest.

Liu Liang turned over.

In the darkness, he couldn't see her face, only a pair of bright eyes staring at him.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Liu Liang asked.

Diao Chan didn't say anything, but simply hugged him even tighter.

Liu Liang sighed.

He reached out and put his arm around her waist.

Her waist was incredibly slender and supple; you could almost wrap your hands around it.

Her skin was smooth, like satin.

Diao Chan gave a soft hum and snuggled closer to him.

Liu Liang lowered his head and touched her forehead.

It was just a light touch, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Diao Chan suddenly smiled.

That was the first time Liu Liang had heard her laugh.

The sound was very soft, but it was definitely a laugh.

Her hands began to wander, roaming over his body, touching his chest, his lower abdomen, and then moving downwards.

Liu Liang grabbed her hand.

"Don't rush."

Diao Chan was stunned for a moment.

Liu Liang pulled her closer, resting his chin on the top of her head.

Take your time.

Diao Chan did not move again.

After a long silence, she suddenly spoke: "Sir... do you dislike your concubine?"

Liu Liang shook his head: "No."

"Then why...?"

Liu Liang was silent for a moment, then said, "You only met me for the first time today. It's too fast."

Diao Chan remained silent.

Liu Liang added, "You were sent by Minister Wang, not stolen by me. But whether you want it or not, I don't know."

Diao Chan's body trembled slightly.

Liu Liang could feel her trembling slightly.

After a long silence, Diao Chan finally spoke: "I am willing. Lord Situ... raised me, taught me singing and dancing, and made me call him my godfather. I know that sooner or later, he will give me away. Whether he gives me away today or tomorrow, it's all the same. I have seen many people come to your mansion. Some look at me as if I were a piece of meat. Some look at me as if I were an object. Only you, sir..."

Liu Liang asked, "Why is it just me?"

Diao Chan buried her face in his chest, her voice soft and whimpering: "Sir, you look at me like you're looking at a different person."

Hearing this, Liu Liang blushed a little. In fact, he was just like those other lecherous men; he was just good at acting.

"Go to sleep," Liu Liang said.

Diao Chan remained silent.

This time the move was much bigger and bolder than he had imagined.

It wasn't the practiced skill of a woman of the night, but a resolute determination of "going all out."

She knew she was "sent" here, and she knew what would happen tonight, so she didn't hide, wasn't ashamed, and wasn't coy.