The aunt's handwriting was similar to the image of the aunt in the original owner's memory.
Her delicate features possess a touch of alluring charm.
Qi Su flipped the letter back and forth; it was only two thin pages, containing just a few casual greetings.
She peeled another osmanthus candy and put it in her mouth. It tasted familiar; it was made by her aunt herself.
Her eyes gradually filled with tears.
The emotions that had been tormenting her body were soothed by a piece of candy.
A piece of candy...
Qi Su wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and curled the corners of her lips into a smile.
In the original owner's memory, Aunt Ji was the only person in the world who cared about her and remembered her.
In order to help her aunt get ahead, the original owner, a girl who grew up in the countryside, put in all her effort in the bustling capital city, using her limited knowledge to climb the social ladder.
Her perspective was limited, and Kyoto was so bustling.
It seems there's only one way to change one's fate: use one's beauty as bait to choose an outstanding man.
Too tall for her to reach, she eventually set her sights on her elder sister's fiancé.
The two sisters from the Marquis of Changping's mansion fought over a husband, causing the Qi family to lose face in the capital.
Her stepmother was furious and hastily betrothed her to the son of a wealthy merchant in Jincheng. She was tied up and stuffed into a sedan chair without any dowry.
The night before her wedding.
Aunt Ji hugged her and cried bitterly, almost fainting from the crying, and scolded her for being foolish.
That's right. The concubine was just a woman in the inner quarters, and she was timid. The original owner never mentioned unhappy things in front of her, so how could the concubine know what she did outside?
After Aunt Ji finished crying, she gave her several hundred taels of silver notes to keep her safe, and then never heard from her again after she got married.
The original owner had asked around and learned that Aunt Ji was ill and had rarely appeared in public since her marriage.
He felt inadequate and even dragged his aunt down with him. The original owner's guilt grew with each passing day, and he began to plan a new way to return to the capital and fulfill his filial duties to his aunt.
So this is what my aunt's tastes like.
Qi Su sat on a wooden stool, crossing her legs and chewing on osmanthus sugar.
A smile appeared on her lips, and she placed her hand on her chest, patting it reassuringly.
Don't worry, I will find your aunt.
Aunt Ji will be safe and sound, waiting for me to return so we can be together again.
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That evening, Qi Su's task arrived.
Jingrou stood at the head of her bed, holding the familiar little dagger, her eyes shining.
"Master Daoci is ill. You will go and attend to him tonight."
Qi Su, who had just been reprimanded by Eunuch Wang, showed great initiative.
She got out of bed. "Let me put on some rouge, shall I?"
In the afternoon, Eunuch Wang sent someone to deliver a pile of rouge and face powder.
Jingrou glanced at her. Although she was without makeup, she was still lively and beautiful.
"No need."
Without saying another word, she reached out and put a pill into Qi Su's mouth.
Sister, speak properly and don't get physical.
What did you stuff in there?
Qi Su tasted the pill on the tip of her tongue and immediately knew what it was.
Is it okay to eat something so yellow in the middle of the night?
Jingrou lightly traced a line near her face with the dagger. "Swallow it."
Qi Su swallowed it. What could she do, being so delicate?
In just a few breaths, dizziness struck, and Qi Su instinctively lay back down on the bed, looking weak and aggrieved.
Jingrou didn't hold back either, and quickly stripped off her clothes.
When she finally reached the most intimate underwear, Qi Su could no longer pretend to be dead.
She held Jingrou's hand.
"Little sister, keep it. The more it's partially revealed, the more it arouses a man's desire. It'll be more interesting if he takes it off himself."
Jingrou didn't speak, but snorted through her nose.
As expected, she didn't pull any further. She wrapped Qi Su in the blanket, then hoisted her onto her shoulder like a bundle and went out the door.
…
The snowy night was cold and the mountains and forests were silent.
Jingrou carried a large bundle on her back, her steps light and nimble.
My sister is so strong; it feels so safe to lean on her back. Qi Su closed her eyes to rest.
When I woke up again, I found myself in a very familiar Zen temple.
Jingrou shook her out of the blanket and shoved her onto the bed.
She didn't say anything, and just left briskly. It was as if she had just come to deliver takeout.
Oh, she also closed the door.
As soon as Qi Su raised her hand, she touched a burning hot body.
Ah, this...
This morning you said you'd use any means necessary, and now you're already pushing someone into bed with you tonight?
The person was still conscious. When Qi Su touched him, he reacted as if he had been burned and immediately retreated to the side.
The room was too dark for Qi Su to see anything, but she could already smell the familiar sandalwood and floral scents.
That person didn't seem to be wearing any clothes either.
This isn't appropriate, is it? I'm not exactly a good person either.
Moreover, I was drugged. Yes, drugged.
Qi Su felt the residual effects of the medicine in her body; her body was burning hot, her consciousness was hazy, and she was very thirsty.
Who can blame a woman who has been drugged?
Very well, the few remaining moral principles have been successfully undermined. Qi Su groped her way towards the person in front of her.
The deep darkness of the night bathed the Buddha's holy face.
The man sat cross-legged, his hands forming a mudra, and silently recited scriptures.
The muscles beneath her palm were firm, hot, and trembling slightly. Qi Su didn't hold back. First, she touched his Adam's apple, then his abs, and even tried to touch his V-line.
Tsk, he's wearing pants.
Even though I was wearing pants, the master wouldn't let me touch them.
He took her hand, his voice sounding low and cold.
"Benefactor, are you still conscious?"
What's so clear-headed about him? His consciousness is like a fried egg right now—greasy and mushy.
Qi Su didn't say anything, but hugged him and took a bite.
Then... she was unceremoniously thrown off the bed.
Qi Su collapsed to the ground, her voice carrying a mixture of innocence and weakness.
"Why is the monk so heartless?"
The monk's voice was slow and steady: "Your pulse is stable, though slightly rapid, but still within normal limits. You are not unconscious."
Oh, you found it?
I almost forgot, this monk is also a physician, so it's not surprising that he's skilled in pulse diagnosis.
The medicine produced by the Embroidered Robe Envoy would certainly not be counterfeit.
However, Qi Su is no longer the young widow she once was. As her mental strength recovers, her physical condition gradually improves as well.
This is the reward for completing the Gu Poison dungeon.
Even the most potent poisons and sedatives, their effectiveness against her depends entirely on her will.
"Master, you're not feeling correctly. My body is very hot, and I'm dizzy. Please feel me again..."
Qi Su's wicked little hand was once again grabbed by the monk.
I used too much force; my hand is hurting.
That's not right.
The monks in the movie, when faced with temptation, always remain steadfast in their emptiness and clarity, and would never brush away the demons on their bodies.
"Master, all forms are illusory. One should cultivate a pure mind in this way and not let the mind dwell on forms. Master, your resistance to me is due to an unclear mind or an unstable mind?"
Dao Ci pursed his lips and remained silent, as if he had entered a state of complete meditation.
Qi Su grabbed one of his hands.
His hands were very large, with long knuckles, and a thin layer of calluses on his palms that felt hard and warm to the touch.
Qi Su placed his palm on her, his fingers large enough to envelop her.
"The monk was tormented by demonic thoughts and dared not open his eyes to look at me. In the monk's eyes, was I now a demonic figure or the Buddha? Was the monk lustful towards me, or..."
"—The desire to kill?"
The young monk chanted a Buddhist prayer.
The dark color concealed the cold curve of his lips.
"You think I want to kill you?"
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