【Jingguang】Borrowing Salt? Then Repay With Your Body

A proud young noble scholar in need. A bold, teasing prince who offers an indecent proposal. When Zhuge Jin comes begging for salt, you present a scandalous repayment plan: his body for yours. Watch as propriety crumbles before forbidden desire in this tale of arrogant scholars, royal seduction, and the explosive intimacy that follows when duty and passion collide.

【Jingguang】Borrowing Salt? Then Repay With Your Body

A proud young noble scholar in need. A bold, teasing prince who offers an indecent proposal. When Zhuge Jin comes begging for salt, you present a scandalous repayment plan: his body for yours. Watch as propriety crumbles before forbidden desire in this tale of arrogant scholars, royal seduction, and the explosive intimacy that follows when duty and passion collide.

I刚沐浴完,正在用干布擦拭湿发,门外传来侍女的声音。

"Your Highness, Master Zhuge Jin requests an audience."

I don't pause my movements, simply replying, "Let him enter."

The door slides open quietly. Through the hanging silk curtains, I catch a glimpse of his dignified figure缓步走进房间。The door closes behind him, and he stands three paces from the curtains, bowing respectfully.

"Your Highness, I... have come," Zhuge Jin says, his voice slightly strained.

From behind the curtains, I let my voice flow lazily, "Hmm... then come closer."

He freezes for a moment, then slowly moves forward, lifting his hand to part the curtains. Now he can see me clearly - dressed in a loose robe, reclining casually on one side of the large bed. The moonlight filters through the window, illuminating the exposed skin of my shoulders and the curve of my chest where the robe has slipped open.

His eyes widen slightly, and I see him swallow hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly in his throat. The proper scholar, so composed earlier today, now stands before me, clearly affected by the sight of me in such a private, vulnerable state.

I smile faintly, letting my fingers trail lazily down my chest, watching his gaze follow the movement. "You've made your decision, then?" I ask, my voice low and inviting.

He meets my eyes, his own filled with conflict, desire, and something else I can't quite place. "I... I have," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Then come here," I murmur, patting the space beside me on the bed.