The Princess’ Shadow Guard – Chapter 36
by Little PandaAh Qin is so slow, I’m so cold
It had been about a month since they set out from Jingcheng1. The further north they went, the colder and more desolate it became. Several times, Ming Qin could not find an inn before dark and could only wrong Murong Yan by having them camp together in the woods.
The sturdy horse was hardworking and resilient, silently chewing on frost-covered wild grass outside the carriage.
Ming Qin, meanwhile, chewed on her self-made dried meat while starting a fire to boil water. The sound of colliding iron chains echoed in the quiet forest.
Feeling a series of pulling sensations from her neck, Ming Qin pulled open the door that was not tightly shut and asked the woman inside in a soft voice, “Are you full?”
The woman, draped in a fox-fur cloak, nodded. Holding the remaining half of a mantou, she extended her hand to Ming Qin. “Ah Qin, eat.”
Blocking her hand, Ming Qin gestured to her own stomach and said, “I’ve already eaten.”
“If Ah Qin doesn’t eat, then next time I will also eat the same food as Ah Qin,” the woman insisted, extending her hand to feed the mantou to her mouth.
The haphazardly made dried meat was tough and hard. How could Ming Qin bear to let Murong Yan eat it with her? She had no choice but to accept the food at her lips from the woman’s hand.
Before closing the carriage door, Ming Qin, with her cheeks puffed out, said indistinctly, “The water is almost ready. I’ll bring the hot water in for you in a moment.”
Murong Yan covered her mouth and nodded, trying hard to swallow the itchy sensation coming from her throat.
She silently undid the clothes on her body. Her figure was illuminated by the dim oil lamp in the carriage. Her originally fine figure was now overly thin, but her skin was still fair, like congealed fat2.
Opening the door, Ming Qin entered the carriage carrying a basin of hot water, her eyes anxious as she looked at the person inside.
Murong Yan looked composed, but the expression on her face, hidden by shadows, was unclear. She simply extended a hand towards the person before her, letting her provide support and place a moisture-proof oilcloth beneath her.
After setting Murong Yan down, the shadow guard knelt down, her gaze level with the woman’s knees, intending to unfasten the leather straps securing the prosthetic limb.
But facing Murong Yan like this in the cramped carriage, Ming Qin always felt an inexplicable nervousness.
Her gaze was fixed on her hands, her neck stiff, not daring to shift her line of sight in the slightest. Whether it was Murong Yan’s slender, flat abdomen above, the smooth softness before her, or the deep garden within her field of vision, any of it would cause her perpetually calm heart to stir with unease.
She could only force herself to focus on the task at hand, yet this made her seem even clumsier. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t get the prosthetic limb off, causing the anxious Ming Qin to break out in a sweat.
Murong Yan felt the person’s breath brushing against the skin beneath her. She tried hard to suppress the aroused gasps, tugging somewhat heavily on the chain in her hand, forcing Ming Qin to look up.
The kneeling person tilted her head up slightly, her expression somewhat flustered, her eyes darting about, not daring to focus.
Suppressing her expression to hide the teasing thoughts in her heart, Murong Yan looked directly at Ming Qin, forcing her to look at herself, and then pretended to be aggrieved, saying, “Ah Qin is so slow, I’m so cold.”
“S-… Sorry.” Ming Qin apologized in a flurry, pulling a blanket over with one hand to cover the woman. But because of this, no matter how she tried with her other hand, the strap would not come undone.
“Is Ah Qin taking so long because you don’t want to see my wound?” Murong Yan asked with a sudden bout of malice, clutching the iron chain that symbolized domestication.
“No! How could I!” Ming Qin’s face flushed red as she tried to explain, but she became even more incoherent as she looked up at the snow-white expanse before her.
Even though she knew that no matter how many thousands or tens of thousands of times she asked, the answer she received would never change, Murong Yan felt a subtle satisfaction in her heart watching the woman beneath her, flustered and eager to prove her innocence. Her tone remained feignedly hurt as she asked, “Really? If you’re not disgusted, then why can’t Ah Qin suddenly undo it?”
“I… I’m really not.” Seeing the sad Murong Yan, Ming Qin’s speech became clumsy, but she truly didn’t know how to explain the uncontrollable, wicked thoughts in her heart, like Deng Tu3.
In her panic, Ming Qin was not careful with her hands. With a snap, she accidentally yanked the leather strap and broke it. The prosthetic limb that she couldn’t remove all this time fell off just like that.
The young shadow guard who had done wrong was somewhat panicked. She looked up at the woman’s face, which seemed to be on the verge of tears, and felt both ashamed and self-reproachful.
As if to truly prove herself, Ming Qin took a breath, raised a hand to grasp Murong Yan’s wrist, and lowered her head, gently pressing it against the stump of the woman’s right leg, lingering on the reddish, swollen, and broken skin.
“I’m not.”
After a long moment, Ming Qin looked up. The stray hairs on her forehead slightly veiled her eyes, giving her usually sparkling eyes an inexplicable hint of gloom, yet the tone of her voice was still extremely aggrieved.
“I’m really not disgusted, don’t cry.”
The moment her stump was touched by the lips, Murong Yan only felt a strange sensation shoot up from her right knee and through her spine. Her body under the blanket curled up involuntarily, her heart trembling.
“Ah… Ah Qin?” Feeling weak all over, the woman’s eyelashes fluttered as she called out, “Ah Qin, what are you doing?”
Ming Qin once again pressed against Murong Yan’s right knee, tilted her head and thought for a moment, then let out a muffled sound from her throat, “A reward?”
Her fingertips tightened slightly, and she asked again, “You don’t like it?”
“It’s not that I don’t like it.” Murong Yan’s pale skin was tinged with pink, and her hand gripping the chain under the blanket tightened. “But…”
“Then I won’t reward Yanyan anymore?” Ming Qin obediently pulled back to get up, and the hand holding hers also loosened.
“Don’t!” Feeling the tremor that had swept through her body about to recede, Murong Yan suddenly grabbed the shadow guard’s wrist and cried out, “I like it, I want Ah Qin to continue.”
Kneeling down again, Ming Qin obediently listened to the woman’s next words.
“But Ah Qin cannot look, and before I tell you it’s okay, you cannot speak no matter what happens, alright?”
“Alright.”
Ming Qin untied the sash of her outer robe, blindfolded herself, and tied it tightly in a knot at the back of her head. Her kneeling posture was pious, and the iron lock on her neck collided with a faint, crisp sound.
The person beneath her loyally carried out the order. This made it difficult for Murong Yan to control herself. Despite biting her lip hard, broken sounds still couldn’t help but escape from the corners of her mouth.
She lifted her left foot and placed it on Ming Qin’s shoulder, her toes curling tightly, causing the shadow guard’s loose outer robe to droop and slide off her shoulder.
Looking at the kneeling person’s focused and sincere expression, beneath the blanket, Murong Yan’s fingers, threaded through a leather cord, couldn’t help but stroke the blood-engorged, vivid red, where moisture had already formed into a bead, glistening and about to fall.
The temperature in the carriage also seemed to warm as if winter had passed and spring had come. The faint halo of the oil lamp flickered, filled with the fragrance of flowers and nectar.
The waves were building, the yellow oriole cried long4, mixed with the sound of the hanging chains striking against each other, growing higher and higher.
Submerged, Murong Yan threw her head back, gasping for breath like she was about to drown.
A drop of water had already become a river, overflowing into a disaster5.
With a final cry, her foot uncontrollably hooked back, forcefully pulling Ming Qin towards her, followed by a series of spasms.
Feeling a bit of wetness brush against her cheek, Ming Qin subconsciously licked her lips, feeling a little worried and hesitating whether to take off the blindfold.
“… You can’t!”
Murong Yan, panting, stopped her. The afterglow had not yet faded. She tremblingly reached out her hand for Ming Qin to catch her, and then fell from the seat into her embrace.
Ming Qin supported her. Even though she was puzzled, she obediently did not ask any questions, just quietly waiting for the woman in her arms to catch her breath.
Feeling the sensation of her clothes being soaked at her lean waist, Ming Qin gently stroked Murong Yan’s slender back, along her distinctly thin spine, waiting patiently.
The shadow guard, accustomed to bowing her head and obeying orders, was not curious about what the woman had done.
But deep in her heart, the body trembling because of her, and the warmth and attachment conveyed when her name was called out, stirred an inexplicable excitement deep within Ming Qin’s heart.
It was as if Murong Yan being happy because of her was something worthy of ecstasy.
After a long time, the panting in her ear gradually weakened, and then a whisper was heard, “Ah Qin, it’s okay now.”
“The reward is enough.”
Ming Qin removed the sash blindfolding her eyes. Looking at the drenched Murong Yan before her, she brushed aside the strands of hair stuck to her forehead. “You’re sweating so much. The water has gotten cold. I’ll heat some more for you to wipe yourself down, okay?”
Burying her head in Ming Qin’s shoulder, even though she had caught her breath, Murong Yan was still weak.
“Okay. As long as it’s Ah Qin, anything is okay.”
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It all got deleted… (Damn it!)
Oh well, the next chapter is longer, so everyone can have a happier time reading.
LP: Re-translated on June 21, 2025
Footnotes
- 京城 | jīng chéng | Literally “capital city.” A general term for the imperial capital of China, often referring to Beijing in later dynasties.
- 凝脂 | níng zhī | Literally “congealed fat” or “solidified grease.” A classical literary description for skin that is exceptionally white, smooth, and flawless, comparing its appearance and texture to fine, white lard or jade-like cream. It is a high compliment for beauty.
- 登徒子 | dēng tú zǐ | A classical Chinese literary allusion referring to a character named Deng Tu from a fu (rhapsody) by Song Yu. Deng Tu was depicted as a lecherous man, and his name has since become a common term for a libertine, debauchee, or lecher.
- 海浪在堆積，黃莺長啼 | hǎi làng zài duī jī, huáng yīng cháng tí | Literally “The waves were building, the yellow oriole cried long.” This is a classic example of poetic, euphemistic language used in Chinese literature to describe sexual arousal. Instead of being literal, the imagery of rising waves and a singing bird metaphorically conveys the building intensity and sounds of passion, avoiding explicit description.
- 滴水以然成河，泛濫成災 | dī shuǐ yǐ rán chéng hé, fàn làn chéng zāi | Literally “A drop of water had already become a river, overflowing into a disaster.” This phrase continues the water-based metaphor to describe orgasm. The “drop” becoming a “disastrous flood” is a powerful and common euphemism for the culmination of sexual release.
- 溪流依舊潺潺 | xī liú yī jiù chán chán | Literally “The stream still babbled.” This concludes the extended water metaphor, describing the aftermath of climax. The “babbling stream” represents the lingering wetness and the gentle, subsiding sensations following the “flood.”
Oh god, this makes me a bit flustered and scared. And thanks for the chapter! 😭
Oh god, this makes me a bit flustered and scared. And thanks for the chapter! 😭
Lmao, definitely a bit kinky. I’m surprised!
Lmao, definitely a bit kinky. I’m surprised!
Ok, so what happened, I had a hard time understanding what happened lol
Ok, so what happened, I had a hard time understanding what happened lol
The wording was a bit confusing, but I think we all got the gist 😉
MC went to town on FL.. with her mouth. this was so kinky
kthanksbye why am i suddenly shy
Im guessing ming qin was guided by the princess to perform oral sex lol
But ming qin was clueless about it of course
Pretty sure the others are wrong. MC kissed her amputation, and it felt good to Yanyan, so she played with herself while MC kept kissing the amputation. That’s all that was stated directly or indirectly. Assumptions past that are unnecessary, given that the above scenario is sufficient to explain the aftermath. Also it’s stated that after she got off, she pulled MC toward herself, and MC felt “wetness” on her cheek. Meaning her face wasn’t initially there. Yanyan is just getting more and more brazen with getting off to MC without her knowing lol
The wording was a bit confusing, but I think we all got the gist 😉
MC went to town on FL.. with her mouth. this was so kinky
kthanksbye why am i suddenly shy
Im guessing ming qin was guided by the princess to perform oral sex lol
But ming qin was clueless about it of course