The young man, having tasted forbidden fruit for the first time, was filled with lust and failed to notice the woman's inattentiveness.
He comforted himself by saying: It's normal for Mianmian to be shy and suppress her emotions because it's her first time. He should be more proactive so that she won't feel embarrassed.
As a result, they became even more enthusiastic.
Chen Mianmian had no interest in dealing with the brainless prince. While playing along and letting others do whatever they wanted, she continued to frantically run the CPU, recalling the plot and collecting useful information.
The book says that Bai Qingzhou, the male supporting character with low intelligence, is naive and stupid, except for his good looks, which are like a white moonlight. He is easily fooled by this woman and instigated by that woman. He is a typical naive and innocent girl.
But this is good, it makes it easier for her to deceive people.
She had read the novel and knew the plot and characters. As long as she imitated the words and actions of the female supporting character and the women of ancient times, she could get away with it.
Staying undetected isn't the problem; the problem is, how do I leave this novel?!
Rumble!
A sudden clap of thunder!
Startled, Shen Mianmian hurriedly opened her eyes in shame and looked at the boy whose face was full of lust. Seeing that his expression had not changed, she wondered if he was too focused or had not heard the thunder.
Boom! Another clap of thunder!
The thunder rumbled in varying sizes and in waves, as if forming a single sentence: "After everything is over, you can leave."
Shocked by the slumbering silence: What will happen after everything is over?
What ends? Does it mean the end of this awkward sexual encounter, or the end of the novel's plot? Who's speaking, the Thunder God? Does the Thunder God even care about transmigrating into books?
However, when she listened more carefully, there was no more thunder.
She asked cautiously, "Excuse me, Your Highness, cough... I know it's not good to disturb you at this time, but did you hear the thunder?"
The boy paused for a moment, then said, "No."
After saying that, he lowered his head and sealed her lips with his.
Sleepyhead—okay, you won't let me speak? Then I won't say anything.
At the same time,
Another courtyard.
The rooms in the Peony Courtyard were ablaze with festive red, yet also shrouded in gloom and despair.
Today is the wedding day of the Marquis of Anning's heir and his young mistress. Who would have thought that instead of sharing a room with his young mistress, who comes from a prestigious family, the heir would be having an affair with a lowly courtesan, leaving his young mistress alone in her room.
The maids serving her were heartbroken and didn't know how to comfort the young mistress.
The woman sitting on the wedding bed lifted her red veil, revealing a bright and beautiful face; it would be no exaggeration to describe her as having a face as lovely as a peach blossom.
A pair of eyes that should have been sparkling and shimmering were now frozen into frost, devoid of warmth or emotion.
Jiang Yinjin slightly curled the corners of her red lips, gave a silent sneer, and then her emotions disappeared. "Chuxue, serve me as I wash up."
Chu Xue, the maid who accompanied the young mistress, finally realized what was happening and began to serve her.
Half an hour later,
Jiang Yinjin had changed out of her heavy wedding dress, washed off the heavy makeup from her face, and was resting in the soft silk quilt.
She lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes revealing a mocking glint in them. "Tomorrow morning is the tea ceremony, and the skinny girl should be coming to serve me tea in the afternoon. She won't be coming. Ha, life is repeated, how interesting."
With that, he closed his eyes and went to rest.
...
The next day.
She slept soundly until noon before getting up, because... that brain-dead phoenix chick was causing too much trouble!
If it were a tall, muscular man, she would accept it.
The problem is that Bai Qingzhou has delicate skin, red lips and white teeth, and eyes full of clear stupidity. People would believe he's a pretty boy or even a male prostitute. How can he have such good stamina? How can he be so capable of such antics?
I couldn't figure it out.
She couldn't remember how many times she did it in one night.
She only vaguely remembered that when he held her as they fell asleep after it was over, it was already dawn.
Also, in her sleep, she heard a maid come in and whisper to the young master to accompany the young mistress to serve tea. The young master ignored her, so she kicked Bai Qingzhou off the bed and made him serve tea. Then she drifted off to sleep, thinking about it in a daze.
The fact that she hadn't put her clothes back on after the sexual encounter suggests that Lei Gong's "everything is over" likely refers to the end of the novel.
Of course, she wasn't sure, and even suspected that the thunder god was just her hallucination.
But... something is better than nothing. As long as there's a glimmer of hope, she has to seize it, right?
After sleeping for a while, I got up and sat on the bed to continue thinking: According to the original text, the cannon fodder did not serve tea to the female lead.
The cannon fodder didn't go, but she had to.
In the original story, the female protagonist catches the cannon fodder in a compromising situation and then begins a frenzied power struggle within the household.
How could she allow such a situation to occur? She would definitely nip the flames of female protagonist's domestic power struggles in the bud.
Thinking about it, she supported her aching back and got out of bed.
The maid Hanrong stepped forward and asked, "Miss Chen, shall we prepare bathwater for you?"
Shen Mianmian gave Han Rong a deep look—this girl hasn't been bribed yet, but soon, her younger brother will need money for his terminal illness, and after the female lead saves her, she will be bribed.
"How long until we serve tea to the young mistress?"
Hanrong was taken aback and asked in surprise, "Does Miss want to serve tea to the young mistress?"
As she casually answered, Chen Mianmian walked towards the dressing table, "Yes, she is the young mistress, how could I not go and offer her tea?"
As she spoke, she sat down in front of the dressing table.
Looking up at the bronze mirror,
His eyes widened instantly.
But then, in the smooth bronze mirror, a face of unparalleled beauty was reflected.
That's right! She was stunningly beautiful, with beauty that could topple kingdoms, make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, and shame the moon and flowers!
How can she be so beautiful!?
The first time she saw such a beautiful living person in person, even in a photoshopped image, she wouldn't dare to photoshop like that.
The woman in the mirror had a classic oval face, a full forehead, and beautifully drawn eyebrows and eyes. Her eyebrows were not shaped, but they were perfectly straight, slightly curved and slanted upwards, giving her both feminine grace and a touch of heroic spirit.
Her eyes are big and perfectly shaped, with long and thick eyelashes, as if she was born with eyeliner and false eyelashes.
But that's not the point. The point is that his eyes are as black as ink and as big as if he's wearing colored contact lenses, yet the whites of his eyes are as clear and transparent as flawless white jade. These eyes, with their distinct black and white, are as innocent and pure as a child's.
Needless to say, the nose has a straight and high bridge, and a small but rounded tip.
If this nose were in modern times, it would become a template for plastic surgery clinics in no time.
And her lips—she was sure she wasn't wearing lipstick, but they were plump, red, and glossy, more beautiful than any designer lipstick or lip gloss.
She made no expression, but the corners of her mouth remained slightly upturned, her lips pouting as if inviting someone to taste her.
As for her fair and slender swan neck, her delicate and pitiful shoulders, and her sexy collarbones, she didn't want to describe them one by one, because she was numb! Really numb!
She could finally empathize with Fan Jin after he passed the imperial examination; she was going crazy with excitement.
She finally understood why that brainless idiot, Fengchu, could keep her up all night. With that face, she could do it too!
Hanrong stepped forward with concern, "Miss, are you alright?"
Shen Mianmian clutched her chest, panting heavily, "It's alright, don't worry. You haven't told me the time yet. Logically, when should I go to serve tea to the young mistress?"
"There is still half an hour left."
Chen Mianmian was taken aback. "Half an hour? Then don't take a bath. Get some water, I'll wash my face, dry myself, change my clothes, and then we'll set off."
"Yes," Hanrong replied respectfully.
Soon, Chen Mianmian finished washing up, found a low-key outfit, and had Hanrong style her hair in the most inconspicuous way. She didn't wear any hair accessories except for a hairpin to hold her hair up. She left Mingyue Courtyard in such a plain and simple manner.
Peony Courtyard.
When the servants announced that Miss Shen had arrived, Jiang Yinjin was taken aback.
Why is she here?
Why is it different from my previous life?!
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