After my soul traveled through time and space, I became the male protagonist Bai Yueguang

"Seventh Young Master! How many times have I told you that you are not allowed to enter this room!" The housekeeper of the Mu family's main residence had a stern expression on his face, and he scolded the seventh son of the Mu family, Mu Yanchen, in the most harsh manner.

The sound echoed in the corridor with carved beams and painted buildings. The warm light of the early morning shone in obliquely through the floor-to-ceiling colored glazed windows, casting mottled light and shadows on the delicate, simple yet majestic floor tiles of Padavalotti.

The butler closed the door that was extremely majestic to little Mu Yanchen. The carvings on the door were daunting, but little Mu Yanchen wanted to look inside, but was frightened by the butler's action of leaning over and touching his face. The butler reached out and pushed little Mu Yanchen, saying coldly: "I respect you by calling you "Young Master". Don't be so shameless and don't interfere with my work!"

Little Mu Yanchen looked at the housekeeper with his phoenix eyes that looked very much like Mu Yingfeng, pouted his lips, and walked away reluctantly with small steps.

Behind that door is the Fourth Madam's room. Ever since Mu Yingfeng fell ill, the Fourth Madam has stayed indoors. The Seventh Young Master was raised by a group of servants. Under the tyranny of Song Si, they respected him as a young master on the surface, but privately regarded this young master as a plaything. In invisible corners, they often tried their best to torture this young master who had fallen from the clouds to the bottom of the mud.

Although I don’t know why Mu Yanchen often avoided it, the small punishments were continuous.

Little Mu Yanchen had limited opportunities to meet the Fourth Madam, and he had never called her "Mother". He always followed others and called her "Fourth Madam". He didn't even know her name. In his memory, he had never had a warm relationship with the Fourth Madam.

So whenever he had the chance, he would run to find the Fourth Wife, but every time it was in vain.

Time passed quickly, and little Mu Yanchen was about to go to elementary school. He was much smarter than when he was a child. When he was a child, he thought that he could reach the door smoothly by avoiding the sight of the servants, but the attempts in the past few years made him give up this idea, and he started the action in the middle of the night.

He knew the servants' shift changes and rest times. There was a period of time in the middle of the night when no one was guarding the door, and he had to seize that opportunity.

One night, he ran out of his room while everyone was asleep, carefully closed the door without making any sound, and then walked along the familiar route to the intricately carved door, leaned his small body against it, and just as he was about to reach out and push the door open.

The little body seemed to freeze suddenly, and his beautiful phoenix eyes stared at the door in shock, as if he wanted to stare a hole in it.

His throat slid and he swallowed. It was no longer as quiet as before. There were even sounds of women whimpering and suppressed moans coming one after another, like a wounded beast crying for help on the verge of death, tearing little Mu Yanchen's heart apart.

The sound came out intermittently, and little Mu Yanchen widened his eyes in horror. Finally, he mustered up the courage and carefully pushed the door open with force. Only a crack was enough to peek into the secret inside.

The night was dark and cloudless. The moonlight shone through the window onto the big, messy bed in the room, casting shadows.

Little Mu Yanchen was standing behind the gap, and his pair of phoenix eyes took in everything that was going on inside.

I saw two black shadows entangled tightly on the bed. To be precise, the black shadow on top was pressing the one below tightly. The one below made wild-like groans from time to time. Although he was already hoarse, little Mu Yanchen could still distinguish a hint of female voice in the hoarse sound.

He thought, that must be the Fourth Wife.

The black shadow above kept shaking, and from time to time it roared like a wild beast.

I saw the shadows swaying, like the branches outside the window, swaying faster and faster, and then as if the car braked, everything came to an abrupt stop, and the rough panting sound echoed in the whole room, without stopping.

The black shadow crawled down, pressing down the shadow below. Its head seemed to be moving, like a vampire, sucking the blood below unscrupulously.

Red and black liquid flowed out, staining the messy and wrinkled white sheets.

The shadow below did not move, and the Fourth Madam's vitality seemed to be slowly fading away along with the blood.

Little Mu Yanchen looked inside in horror, without saying a word. It was as if he couldn't speak anymore. He just stared intently, without even moving his body.

Suddenly, the black shadow above stood up from the bed. He finally crawled out from the darkness and revealed his true face in the moonlight. His cold and unruly eyes were exposed, and his handsome face was stained with some red blood. His bloodless and well-proportioned muscles were bulging in the moonlight. He seemed to be an ascetic handsome man, but he was doing the craziest thing.

His eyes swept towards the door, and little Mu Yanchen's pupils shrank in fear, but he still stood there calmly, his fingers dug into his palms to suppress his every urge to scream.

Mu Guichao only took a quick glance and then turned his gaze back to the Fourth Madam. Little Mu Yanchen immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the door was in the dark, and if he hadn't walked over directly, he would not have noticed that the door was open.

The fourth wife's naked back showed her unique whiteness in the moonlight, like a beautiful jade, which aroused people's imagination and also tempted people to play with it, and they always wanted to leave some unique marks on it.

At this time, Mu Guichao couldn't help it anymore. He showed a gentleness that he didn't usually have. He crawled on her body and then scratched her butterfly bones inch by inch, as if she was a butterfly with broken wings, trapped in this messy bed from then on.

The person below was motionless at first, as if dead, and then began to tremble slightly, followed by a new round of attacks. She tightly grasped the wrinkled sheets beneath her, enduring the humiliation that she should not have endured, but her sparkling eyes never showed sadness or hatred, only the calmness of dead water.

She raised her head slightly, and looked straight at the door through the darkness. Only when she met the familiar phoenix eyes did her heart tremble violently, as if it had been torn open by someone, and blood was gushing out.

There was a flash of emotion in her eyes, and a feeling of humiliation and shame gradually filled her pupils. Unable to hold back, tears flashed in her eyes, and moisture condensed from the corners of her eyes and then slid down her graceful cheeks and dripped onto the dirty sheets.

Mu Guichao turned her face around and looked at the tears in her eyes with surprise. The corners of his mouth curled up into an evil arc. That was a sense of accomplishment and the joy of conquest.

His movements became more wanton and brutal, as if he had endless energy.

The sound in the room lasted for a long time that day, until dawn.

It was unknown when Xiao Mu Yanchen returned. He even closed the door, letting it block out all the filth and meanness.