Chapter 10 He's Done For!

  At the beginning of summer, Qi Ling thought that if she had known earlier that the red pants on the riverbank were not only the current 19th Wang Ye, but also a notorious "Cold-blooded Yan Wang", she would rather die than steal his small golden tiger. So, she wouldn't be like now, letting several Golden Guard soldiers "invite" her to this moldy room, having her hands and feet tied up without saying anything, and allowing two beauties to touch her body back and forth.

  The beauty was indeed beautiful, but she couldn't bear this blessing - a body search, fortunately she was wise and hid it first.

  Of course, she had thought about handing over Little Golden Tiger in exchange for peace.

  But judging from their elaborate efforts to "invite" her over, it's clear that this isn't just an ordinary gold ornament.

  Experience told her that such an important object, once acknowledged to have been stolen, would end up in the cold and stern hands of Prince Jin, with a fatal outcome. Moreover, there was also the possibility of dying an even more miserable death.

  At this moment, she can only bite her teeth and refuse to let go.

  "Hey, I'm telling you, beauty, have you two had enough? I'm not lace..."

  The woman searching her body hung her head, without a word. That silence was really like the master of the house teaching his slaves.

  Don't care about me?

  Xia Chui Qi suddenly laughed and moved her wrists which were sore from being tied up, and said nothing.

  "Alright, go back and tell your master that if he likes me, why make things so complicated? I'll just give in to him."

  Pfft!

  The young girl couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  "Haha, this girl, you're really interesting."

  That year, the older girl looked even more beautiful, and she had become more stable and dignified. In Xiaoyu's laughter, she only raised her eyes, swept over Xiaochuqi's not very outstanding face, and deepened the smile at the corner of her lips, saying "I'm sorry" in a warm voice, before turning back to instruct.

  "Plum, untie the rope for the girl."

  "Yes, older sister Yuè Yù."

  The coarse hemp rope that had been binding her finally came loose, but Xia Chuyi's heart was filled with anger and her words were extremely sarcastic. "You said you hadn't seen it before, but you didn't believe me. You couldn't find it, could you? I'm saying... what's his name, Moon something? Is it because your master saw that I look good and had evil intentions, planning to invite me to be the queen of your household, so he came up with such a rotten excuse?"

  Yuè yù bù dòng shēng sè, liǎn shàng dài zhe ruò yǒu sì wú de xiào yì.

  Translation:

  Her face was calm and serene, with a hint of a smile that seemed to be there but wasn't.

  "Ha ha! My family's Old Master Zhang Fengzi is a noble and dignified person, like a god descended to earth. How could he possibly... Ha ha..."

  With a meaningful "heh heh", Yuè Yù put on a proper smile again, "I am the eldest young master's servant girl, called Yuè Yù. If the young lady has no other matters, we two will go report to the prince first."

  Big sister?

  At the beginning of summer, Qiqi raised the corner of her lips, glanced at her a few more times, and developed some other interest in her.

  She had heard that in ancient times, the women who were abandoned by their masters, the princes and nobles, were mostly their personal maids. So, would this Moon Yu also be the pillow companion of that cold-blooded prince?

  As she thought of this, she couldn't help but think of the few sentences of physiognomy that her previous life's fortune teller had told her. She said that a man's appearance and physique not only predicted his fate and wealth to some extent, but also related to his "personal ability". The five senses must have angles, eyes like clear light, nose like mountains, and forehead with spirit. When looking at the body, look at the waist first, then look at the legs. It turns out that Hong Kui is indeed a very good-looking person, especially those two legs, long and well-shaped...

  So this big servant girl in front of me must have been spoiled?

  With a mischievous heart, the bad water in her belly surged up and couldn't be hidden!

  "Sister, since we're idle anyway, why don't you tell us about your romantic affairs with your husband?"

  Her flirtatious dirty talk is even more vigorous than those rascals in the brothel.

  Plum blossoms blushed with red faces and ears.

  Yuè Yù arrived, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor. "Miss, please don't tease me. With my rough appearance, I'm not worthy of serving the master. You should get some rest early."

  Is she rude? Speak for yourself!

  Shouldn't you be resting? But is this a good place to rest?

  "Wait."

  "Are you leaving just like this? How long are you planning to lock me up?"

  Yue Yu's smile remained humble and courteous, but it didn't reach her eyes. "The master's affairs are none of our business as servants; how dare we pry?"

  At the beginning of summer, on the seventh day, she rummaged through her ears, half-closing her eyes and said, "Miss Yu'e, oh no, Miss, don't you prepare food for prisoners?"

  "Without grandfather's orders, Yuè Yù dare not take liberties." Yuè Yù's smile became even more gentle.

  Aren't you supposed to be the sleeping companion?!

  On the seventh day of summer, I just want to kill someone.

  Although her previous life's position was not high, she was kind and generous, with many brothers and sisters, and as a military doctor, she was respected wherever she went. Who would have thought that now she is in such a state, where anyone dares to bully her?

  Indignant and resentful, her anger was all transferred to that despicable prince.

  Now she dares to bet on her family's high IQ, if she is not careful, Fan Shi will be a lesson for her.

  Alright!

  Laozi temporarily tolerated him——

  ……

  ……

  Who would have thought that this one endurance would be three days?

  Don't mention that son of a bitch anymore, not even his people have shown up. He only lacked the manpower to lock her in this dark and gloomy little house, with someone coming over three times a day to bring her food, but he absolutely refused to mention anything else, nor did he come to interrogate her about Little Golden Tiger's whereabouts, and just left her hanging like that.

  He's really a clever guy!

  He knew she wouldn't confess honestly, so he's playing mind games with her?

  For three whole days, no one accompanied her to talk, and whoever came to deliver food didn't pay attention to her. From time to time, she heard the guards outside the door joking a few sentences, saying which of the maids who came from the capital to pick up their masters were good-looking, which ones were suitable for having children, and which ones were best at...

  Men, once they're interested, can't help but flirt a bit, and she doesn't mind that much either.

  The only thing she cared about was that no one had her in mind.

  Too, hurt, self, respect!

  In fact, she could not be a national beauty, nor could she dominate the world. She could also be content with being ordinary, but how could she adapt to such an unfree life? Damn it! Holding onto her still-unrecovered body, she sat in the dark room, pondering the possibilities and consequences of escape.

  Just you wait, red pants, one day I'll make you look good!

  In a daze, she passed out in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness.

  After a while, the wooden gate creaked open. The light from outside poured into the small room, shining on her curled up legs, arched back, and shriveled body, making her seem almost non-existent.

  The gate of the thatched cottage.

  A pair of eyes, cold to the point of being stereotypical, stared at her with a chilly gaze. A golden brocade robe, a cyan dragon-patterned jade belt, and an expensive black jade on his hair crown shone with a dazzling light that made one's heart tremble.

  "Did you sleep well?"

  New grudges and old hatreds surged to the top of his mind, Xia Qi's agile body flipped over, conditioned reflexively jumping up, pulling out the peach wood mirror knife from his bosom, and pounced on him with a fierce and vicious look.

  "Son of a turtle, I'll chop you up."

  "Ah!" Zhao Zhu flashed and grasped her wrist, and the peach wood mirror fell to the ground.

  "Ah!" She felt a sudden emptiness beneath her feet and tumbled into his arms.

  "Ah!" Zhao Zhuang took advantage of the momentum and pushed her, she let out a long, sharp scream!

  "Go die!" Taking advantage of his daze, she smiled slyly, tightly wrapped her arms around his waist, and leapt up, her mouth biting towards the artery on his neck.

  "Thud!" The chicken thief didn't succeed, and he didn't know where he kicked it. He couldn't stop his momentum, and under the force, the two of them hugged each other and fell to the ground with a thud. Her occipital bone also heavily hit the ground at the same time.

  "Hmm..." A low, ambiguous humming sound came from the man's mouth and entered her ears.

  "Huh?" She widened her eyes and found that under the probability of a thousandth of zero point zero one mistake, the bloody mouth she opened when she bit him was precisely on his soft and sensitive lips.