Pai, o tempo esfriou, vista o manto imperial para se aquecer
Ao atravessar para o Grande Qian, tornou-se o mais forte da terceira geração de oficiais, mas antes que pudesse aproveitar, sua família caiu em desgraça. Ye Xiu declarou: "Meu destino sou eu quem faz,
Aah!
Stop it, stop it!
I cannot take it anymore...
In the residence of the Deputy Minister of Revenue, a glamorous married lady was pushing a handsome youth on a swing. Behind them stood a ring of lovely maids, bright as orioles and swallows. A gentle breeze lifted their skirts, revealing slender, alluring legs.
"Do you like it, young master?"
The beautiful lady caught the ropes and steadied the swing.
The maids behind her immediately stepped forward.
One brought a blue-and-white porcelain teacup and fed him tea with a delicate golden spoon.
Another carefully peeled the skin from a grape, used tweezers to remove the seed, and fed the flesh into his mouth.
Sweet, tart, wonderfully delicious. Heavenly, truly heavenly!
Ha!
At fifteen, already living in the lap of luxury.
This damned feudal life was far too corrupt, far too indulgent, far too decadent...
He was condemning it hypocritically in his heart, yet the corners of the youth's mouth could not help lifting into an excited grin: I absolutely fucking love it!
The youth was named Ye Xiu, a native of Jinling.
His grandfather had once served as a prefect and as the Superintendent of Silk Weaving for Jiangsu and Zhejiang; now he was the Left Deputy Minister of Revenue of the Great Qian Dynasty, a senior official of the third rank, in charge of all the salt transport in the south of the Yangtze. It was the most lucrative post in the realm.
Ye Xiu had lost his mother young, and his grandfather and father doted on him