Qi Fei smiled frankly, "This servant will listen to the old lady. If the old lady is worried about the second master, this servant will naturally take good care of him when I go."

"Good, good child." The old lady patted Qifei's hand and nodded in satisfaction. She liked Qifei's cleverness, thoughtfulness, and lovability.

“I won’t treat you unfairly. Today I’ll make the decision: if you can give Luo’er a son or daughter in the future, I will naturally make him make you his concubine.”

The old lady had no choice. Her grandson had always been unwilling to get close to women, and she felt that the most urgent thing was to quickly let a woman over there and guide him back to the right path.

It's really not good to not have someone around who understands your feelings.

Qi Fei smiled and lowered her head slightly.

That very day, she packed her bags and went to Shura's courtyard.

The courtyard was full of servants, and the sudden arrival of a young lady, who would later become their master's woman, left them somewhat at a loss.

Qi Fei, on the other hand, was poised and quickly got into character. "Please find me a room, anything will do. The old lady asked me to come and serve my master, so I will naturally do my duty."

The rooms were easy to find; there weren't many other things in the courtyard, but there were plenty of empty rooms.

Although Shura had servants, they all lived in places arranged by the mansion, unlike the maids who mostly lived closer to their masters in order to serve them.

When Qifei came over, Xiuluo had been summoned to the palace by the emperor and was not in the courtyard.

So she took it upon herself to choose a room to live in and started tidying up.

That evening, after having dinner with the emperor and returning to the courtyard, Shura noticed something seemed different.

A smiling young girl stood under the lantern at the entrance.

Seeing Shura return, Qifei stepped forward to greet him, "Master, you're back."

"There's a hangover soup ready in the small kitchen, and the bath water is also prepared. Please wash up first, and I'll go and bring the hangover soup over."

Shura paused, his originally serious face softening considerably. Looking at the maid who had been nagging beside him, he found himself in a pleasant mood for the first time in the mansion.

Upon entering the house, Shura noticed that things were different from usual.

Peach blossoms were placed in a vase on the desk, and several extra cushions were placed on the tatami mat, adding a touch of softness to the originally cold and hard room.

He always treated this place merely as a place to sleep, and never put any thought into it.

Shura pursed his lips and soaked in the bathtub.

The water temperature was just right, and there was even some tea prepared within easy reach of him.

Qi Fei had only been in the courtyard for half a day, yet she had arranged everything in an orderly manner, which truly surprised him.

The door creaked open, and Shura opened his eyes to see Qifei carrying something in.

He said that while he was taking a bath, who would be so bold as to come into the house?

"Sir, the hangover soup is just ready, would you like some?" Qi Fei said softly.

Actually, Shura didn't drink much today. Although the emperor left him some food and wine, it wasn't enough to make him drunk; his eyes just became a little bright.

Looking at the hangover soup being brought to her lips, her slender white fingers holding the porcelain bowl looked exceptionally beautiful.

Shura didn't reach out, but drank it down in one gulp from the hand that Qifei was holding.

Today's hangover soup wasn't as strong as usual; it even had a slightly sweet taste.

"The soup is good today," Shura said lazily.

"Thank you for the compliment, sir." Qi Fei smiled, her smile as beautiful and captivating as a blooming peach blossom.

Shura then took the opportunity to look at her; under the lamplight, Qi Fei possessed an ethereal beauty.

She was already as beautiful as a painting, but now she looks more like a fairy who has wandered into the human world, so beautiful that she doesn't seem human.

No wonder people always say that seeing a beautiful woman under the lamplight and moonlight is dozens of times better than seeing her in broad daylight.

She placed the porcelain bowl on the small table beside her and took out a fine cotton cloth. "Master, let me wipe it for you."

Shura's throat bobbed. He wasn't used to being served a bath, but he didn't refuse at this moment.

Seeing that Shura did not object, Qifei soaked the fine cotton cloth in water for a while before slowly wiping Shura's back.

Shura's body was not smooth; it bore the marks of swords and blades, though some wounds were faint while others were quite noticeable.

Although he knew from the beginning that in this world, Shura's journey as a warrior on the battlefield would certainly not be smooth sailing.

Swords and blades have no eyes; getting injured is a common occurrence.

But seeing the marks left on Shura's body, her eyes still reddened.

Qifei's change in aura naturally caught Shura's attention, but since Qifei was behind him, he couldn't see her expression.

"What? Are you scared?" Shura's voice was neither cold nor warm, just a little deep.

Qifei gently wiped the fine cotton cloth on Xiuluo's back, as if afraid of hurting him.

"I was just thinking about how painful those wounds must have been back then."

“I was pampered growing up, and if I get pricked by a needle, I feel so much pain that I want to cry.”

“Your Highness suffered so many injuries, some of which are quite deep. I can only imagine how much pain you must have been in.”

His fingers gently brushed over the raised wound on her back, causing Shura to shudder.

Qi Fei's words stirred a ripple in Shura's heart.

The Xiu family has always enjoyed the wealth and glory he earned by shedding blood on the battlefield, but no one has ever cared whether he was injured on the battlefield or whether he felt pain when he was injured.

Even his grandmother, when he returned and saw him standing there unharmed, felt that he was safe and sound.

Although he wouldn't proactively mention his injury, it doesn't mean others can take it for granted and not even bother to put on a show.

When Qifei's fingers touched his shoulder again, he reached out and grabbed Qifei's wrist.

"Master?" Qi Fei stared at Xiu Luo in astonishment. Her eyes were red from Xiu Luo's numerous wounds, making her look weak and pitiful, which made people want to bully her.

With a slight exertion, Shura caused Qifei to fall into the bathtub with a "plop".

She gasped and grabbed Shura's arm.

Spring clothes are already thin, and once they get into the water, the originally loose clothes become particularly tight, revealing Qifei's curves.

Her chest was bulging and heaving with fright, while her waist was slender and could be grasped in one hand.

Shura reached out and embraced Qifei, his warm lips covering hers.

Although he hadn't had much contact with women, the men in the military were always talking dirty.

The soft touch made him instinctively want more.

As Shura held the legendary fragrant tongue in his mouth, he felt his blood begin to boil.

Pulling, sucking, gently loosening her robe.

Qifei leaned weakly against Xiu Luo, her face flushed with shyness, her originally beautiful face now showing a charming look.

The water rippled gently, and Qifei gripped the bathtub tightly with her fingers, the tingling sensation making her moan softly.

Shura picked up the person from the bathtub. Since it was his first time, he couldn't move freely in such a place, so he carried the person directly to the bed.