Chapter 2
Qi Han was a greedy person. The lotus flowers in the mansion had just bloomed, and the tender buds were fresh. She was so greedy that she asked Zhishu to pick some and help her peel the lotus seeds.
Zhishu was a man of few words, with no expression on his face. He responded silently, brought her a small glass basin, and slowly peeled the peel.
These past two days, Qi Han suddenly figured out the correct way to use a personal servant.
When she was bathing in the evening, several coquettish male servants in the yard rushed to rub her back and shoulders. The smell of powder made her sneeze, so she simply kicked them all out.
Qi Han buried his head in the bathtub and blew bubbles.
She had never used this kind of thing to bathe before. The water was sprinkled with freshly picked flower petals and soaked with spices, and it smelled sweet.
After playing for a while contentedly, she began to scrub her body, but she couldn't reach her back, and suddenly she saw a pair of feet exposed behind the curtain.
"Zhishu, come in."
The Ninth Prince pursed his lips and thought to himself, finally here he is. I wonder how this shameless guy will humiliate her.
As soon as the curtain was lifted, I saw a fragrant back, snow-white shoulders, white wrists and slender arms, a pair of misty almond eyes, a beautiful face like a lotus, and a smile that made me stunned for a moment.
"Zhishu?" Qi Han called again, "Give me a hand and rub my back."
The Ninth Prince lowered his head in embarrassment and walked to the bathtub in silence.
Her palm, covered with thin calluses, lightly pressed against the delicate white skin, and the smooth and delicate touch made her stiffen.
Qi Han lay on the edge of the tub, and the hands with just the right roughness rubbed her, making her feel extremely comfortable. She muttered in her heart, this corrupt feudal society, people actually enjoy it so much.
"Zhishu, go down a little." She said lazily.
The servant seemed quite nervous and after a long while hesitantly changed his position.
"A little lower."
Qi Han could hardly open his eyes.
The Ninth Prince didn't know where to look. It seemed that no matter where he looked, his eyes were still filled with dazzling white and delicate red.
Damn it, this villain was born with such a body.
"Forward... a little further." The villain's throat seemed to have been softened by the water, and it sounded so delicate that it seemed like it could be held up with one palm.
The Ninth Prince cursed in his heart.
After enduring for half an hour, Qi Han fell into a deep sleep, with his lips slightly parted, his eyelashes curled, and his sleeping face looked cute and innocent.
The Ninth Prince breathed a sigh of relief, and his back was completely wet with sweat.
The eighth young lady of the Qi family really lived up to her reputation and was an expert at torturing people.
The water had turned warm, and the Ninth Prince didn't want to touch Qi Han anymore, so he added hot water until there was no more to add. He gritted his teeth, picked her up by the waist, and threw her onto the quilt.
Qi Han smacked her lips, her fair skin rolling back and forth in the quilt, and finally she wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, like a silkworm chrysalis.
The Ninth Prince looked at it for a while with a dark face, then waved his hand and the bed curtains fell down without wind.
The next day, Qi Han was crying and snotting, his throat was hoarse, "Zhishu... my head hurts..."
The Ninth Prince frowned slightly. This delicate young lady had caught a cold because of her wet hair.
She is indeed not as strong-willed as an ordinary woman.
From the doctor's writing, Qi Han suddenly had to avoid many new foods and drink bitter medicine.
She frowned and refused, her eyebrows raised: "You dare!"
It is full of momentum, just like a cat with its little paws stretched out.
Zhishu's face was stern. He held Qi Han's hands and handed the small bowl to his lips.
Being stared at by those calm black eyes, Qi Han couldn't help but shrink back.
She blinked and said, "It's okay to take medicine. I want to eat the new locust flower cake. Go buy it for me."
“Avoid sugar.”
"Lee's stir-fried pork from the east."
“Avoid spicy food.”
Qi Han was so angry that tears welled up in his eyes. "Then what do you think I can eat?"
The lotus is covered with dew, and its graceful beauty is dazzling.
Zhishu's throat moved slightly, and he said, "An apricot."
Qi Han glared: "Two!"
Zhishu looked down at her from a high position.
“Three!”
Zhishu brought the bowl closer to her lips again.
"Okay, okay, just one." Qi Han frowned and gulped down the food in one gulp, choking him so much that tears welled up in his eyes again.
That day, Qi Han was not sleeping well and accidentally fell under the bed, lying on the ground crying for a long time.
Zhishu endured it outside, but finally walked closer to see what trouble the villain had caused.
"Zhishu..." Qi Han lay on the ground, waving his little hands and calling her.
The villain had a strange look on his face, seven parts excitement mixed with two parts embarrassment, and Zhishu paused.
"Look, what did I find?" he asked in a mysterious tone.
Zhishu looked inside and saw a box of dirty things!
This... this lewd, filthy bastard! His thoughts are so vile! So shameful!
The Ninth Prince looked at his nose and his heart, staring intently at the bed curtains.
Qi Han covered her mouth and exclaimed in amazement. She didn't even know there were such things under her bed.
There were whips, indescribable clamps, candles, indescribable shackles, indescribable balls, indescribable forces, indescribable pens... Qi Han had never seen these before, it was truly an eye-opener!
Qi Han picked out one at random, asked the little servant to stand still, and tried it on her body.
The Ninth Prince tensed up and gritted his teeth.
This bastard, this villain, has been tolerated for all these days, and her true nature is finally revealed.
Many of her servants must have been humiliated to death in this way before. Her sweet words the past two days were just to tease her and add some fun.
Now that the time is almost up, Qi Han has let go of all his vigilance and is finally in high spirits.
This hozen, this guinea pig!
Shameless and despicable!
Although Zhishu is ugly, she is tall and well-proportioned.
Qi Han touched her little hand, pulled her wrist, and finally hugged her waist like a lecher.
Wow, so thin!
I couldn't help but feel envious and jealous.
The Ninth Prince was mentally slicing this villain into pieces. He thought of her as a descendant of the Emperor, about to accomplish her great cause, yet—
She actually embraced a fragrant scent.
Lowering his head, Qi Han actually buried his head in her chest, rubbing it, taking advantage of her.
The Ninth Prince was secretly on guard, wondering what evil tricks this playboy was planning.
After waiting vigilantly for a while, she stared at Qi Han, scratched her forehead, picked her fingers, and finally took out a string of pigeon egg-shaped Buddhist beads.
“Hey, this is…”
Delicate jade hands, full of sandalwood beads.
The Ninth Prince's eyes grew dim.
Oh! How filthy!
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