Chapter 65 "I can't accept a threesome."...
"Uh..." She lowered her head and rubbed her arms. "Oh, I'm really dirty. How come I have so much dust?"
"Aren't you going to say anything?" Dodder snuggled closer to her.
say something?
She rubbed the wet head in her arms, then looked up at the man standing by the bathtub washing her hair.
She chuckled dryly a few times: "...I hope you can get along well and not fight."
Dodder raised its head: "It's already finished."
"Huh? Haha, so who won?" she asked, trying to make conversation.
"That's not the point!" Dodder wriggled out of her arms, pointing at Eun with her left hand and herself with her right. "The point is, who's the mistress and who's the fourth mistress!"
"Or rather, who is the fourth mistress and who is the fifth mistress."
“What’s the point of dividing this?” she scratched her forehead. “You are all my favorite people.”
"Right, Eun?"
The man smiled and nodded, then wrung out her long hair for her.
"I can't accept a threesome." Seeing this, Dodder quickly grabbed a bath towel to rub her arms, and after rubbing her arms, she rubbed her shoulders. "I don't want to see other birds."
“If you’re going to sleep with him, don’t invite me! In all my life, I’ve only ever seen your body, whether it’s a man or a woman! I’ve never even been to a public bathhouse… I can’t accept having another man lying next to me while we’re having sex, and I don’t want to see anyone else’s naked body except for you.”
"...Who exactly told you to accept it?"
She really wanted to find a needle and sew the dodder's mouth shut, so that he wouldn't keep saying such extremely explicit things without realizing it.
"We'll talk about that later. Anyway, you two should get along well. I won't sleep with you in the same bed. I know the principle of not putting all your eggs in one basket."
"Hey! Only mine can be called an egg, his doesn't count."
"Dodder, shut up."
"Oh..." Dodder blinked and silently rubbed her body.
“By the way,” she looked up and asked Eun, “where did you find me?”
“At the top of the stairs in the attic,” Ewan said softly, drying her hair with a towel, “the lady is sitting there asleep, covered in dirt and grime.”
"I see..." She ran her fingertips over the scar on the side of her neck, her mind heavy with worry.
I wonder what the current situation is like for Princess Anning.
"Host, are you unhappy?"
The dodder peeked out cautiously: "Are you hungry?"
She was impatient and urged, "Hurry up and wash yours."
"Okay, okay." Dodder lowered its head again.
After a while, Eun had dried her long hair and braided it into a neat braid, while Dodder was still grumbling as she scrubbed her body, not having had time to wash off the foam that had covered her.
She was a little sleepy and dozed off.
"Eh..." Dodder stepped out of the bathtub in confusion, "How did you fall asleep?"
"Host, I've finished scrubbing you. Can you come out for a moment? Eun and I will change the water for you, and then you can continue soaking."
She rubbed her eyelids and opened her eyes to see two people by the tub trying to pull her out of the basin.
"But my legs are so numb, I can't stand up." She really couldn't stand up.
I don't know what happened, maybe the effects of the drug haven't worn off yet?
Ewan: "So, do you still want to continue soaking?"
She shook her head: "I don't want to think about it anymore. I'm so tired. I want to sleep."
Then, the two men exchanged glances, lifted her out of the bathtub, one supporting her chest and the other wrapping his arms around her legs, and easily carried her to the recliner.
Her head was spinning, and she stared at the two hands that were moving around her body, her expression subtle.
Three people... she hadn't tried it before, but it sounded pretty good.
Since they're all her property anyway, how she uses them is entirely up to her.
She likes only two types of men the most.
Those who provide her with money and power, and those who bring her pleasure.
The former requires her to play the role of a caged bird, while the latter requires her to be an observer outside the cage, watching the battle and appreciating the favor.
That night, after much deliberation, she still chose to share a bed with Eun, since he was a quiet sleeper.
As for the dodder, she chased it into the chicken coop.
The next day, as soon as she woke up, she got ready and went to the attic, where she bumped into Leng Zhen dragging a sack out the door. Both of them were stunned.
"Nuomi is dead."
Leng Zhen said, "I'm going out to find a place to bury her. I won't be back today or tomorrow."
After speaking, he laboriously dragged the sack behind him and used his body to block it.
"Hmm..." She hesitated for a long time before finally speaking, "Will Mother go with you?"
Unexpectedly, Leng Zhen did not refuse: "Okay."
Leng Zhen said that Nuomi liked flowers, and they wanted to find a place full of flowers to bury her.
There was no such open space in the county, so they rented a horse-drawn carriage and went out of the city to a wildflower field in the suburbs.
While Leng Zhen dug the pit, she sat on the tree stump guarding the sack, occasionally stealing a glance.
The burlap sack was bulging and full of things, its opening tightly bound with hemp rope, and the bottom fabric was soaked with blood.
After Leng Zhen finished digging the pit, the two of them carried the sack into the pit together.
Seeing him throwing dirt into the pit with a shovel, she asked, "Aren't you going to look at it again?"
"It's just a snake, no need to worry."
"And what about its children?"
"He fell to his death." Leng Zhen turned to look at her intently. "Isn't this what you expected?"
“Mother, it’s all over. Let’s not talk about what happened yesterday anymore, okay?” He narrowed his eyes and smiled. “Of course, I’m not forcing you. You are free to talk about it.”
He took out a gold earring and shook it in his hand.
The earlobe was covered in blood, and the soft flesh stuck to it hadn't even been completely peeled off.
“I remember my mother had a pair of these earrings too.”
"Right?"
“Yes,” she frowned, “so what?”
"Do you still want to silence me? I don't mind whispering in your ear again and sending you to jail to clear your mind for a few more days."
Leng Cuizhu had to admit that she feared the death of Princess Anning would bring her death upon herself, and that she essentially shared the same concerns as Leng Zhen.
But she loathed his face.
Even if they're all junk, don't confuse them with people like him.
After burying Nuomi, the two packed their things and boarded the carriage for their return journey.
Leng Cuizhu sat in the carriage, staring at the earrings in her palm.
It seems the county princess committed suicide by swallowing gold.
She absolutely could not tell Yin Yuan, Si Qing, or anyone else about this. No one in this world is completely trustworthy, not even those who are deeply in love with her; feelings are one thing, but interests are another.
The county princess did indeed die innocently, but she cannot currently think about seeking justice for her or avenging her death; she lacks the ability to do so.
In fact, ability is not that important; the most important thing is to protect oneself wisely.
She cannot risk her life for the sake of so-called righteousness.
This matter can only be put on hold for the time being.
For some reason, a large number of soldiers have gathered at the city gate today, a huge horde that seems to be doing something puzzling.
The procession into the city was much slower than usual, and she and Leng Zhen waited in line for a long time without ever reaching the end.
"Hey, Lady Leng."
Her eyes flickered, and she caught sight of the man passing by. A smile appeared on her worried face: "Lord Chen."
"There are so many soldiers gathered at the city gate, what are they doing?"
Chen Xun waved his hand: "Hey, it's nothing. It's just that the higher-ups sent people down to inspect again, and all the officials in the county are busy dealing with them. I was chatting with those old men and got thirsty, so I sneaked out to find some water."
"Oh, by the way, my wife, I have a letter here for you." He took out an envelope from his sleeve and handed it to her. "I was planning to go to your house to give it to you after I finished my shift, but I just happened to run into you, so I don't have to make another trip."
She opened the envelope and glanced inside: "Thank you, sir."
"Sigh, why are we talking about thanks?"
Chen Xun shrugged: "Lady Leng, my husband, Brother Li, and my entire family of over fifty people are all eagerly awaiting your good news!"
She snorted coldly and raised an eyebrow: "Is your salary not enough to support the servants in your household?"
“That’s enough, but,” Chen Xun smiled, “who would complain about having too much money? Even Lord Yin, if he were to receive such a windfall, he couldn’t possibly refuse it, could he?”
"Of course, a scholarly and honest official like him would look down on my despicable methods."
"A scholarly family?"
She pursed her lips.
No wonder Yin Yuan passed the imperial examination and became an official at the age of seventeen, and always disdained to associate with his colleagues, saying that he would rather remain in a corner than have anything to do with people who were incompetent and immoral and only knew how to buy their way into office.
At that moment, all she could think about was where she had picked up this bad habit.
So that's how one develops such a strong sense of pride.
"Yes, I've heard that Lord Yin's father was a private tutor and his mother was a renowned talented woman who even published a collection of poems in her early years. You didn't know, madam?"
She shook her head: "Why would I know any of this? I don't care... as long as he gives me money to spend, that's enough."
Having spent so many years with Yin Yuan, she had no idea about his background and thought he was an orphan who came from a charity.
After all, Yin Yuan never talks to her about these things, and even if she asks, he might not answer.
He rarely talked to her about himself.
Even when injured, they just keep it to themselves and don't say anything.
She thought he was introverted, but later realized he was just ruthless.
Since he wouldn't say anything, she decided to talk to him more and do more of her own.
But when she told him about her heartache and suffering, he only hummed in response and looked away, without taking any further action.
The word he used most often was "hmm".
For her, the pain of being treated coldly was far more heart-wrenching than the actual pain.
"What you say makes sense, my wife." Chen Xun nodded, glanced up at the city gate, and said, "My wife, I should go back now. Let's talk again next time!"
"Remember to read the letter!" She watched Chen Xun's figure gradually disappear into the distance, then turned and returned to the carriage.
She took out the letters from the envelope, and the signature was exactly as she had expected.
It was a letter from Si Qing.
In his letter, Si Qing said that he didn't say anything, but just drew a few dolls on the paper, all of them mice with pointed chins and big eyes.
The little mouse was getting wet in the rain and was crying.
The little mouse huddled alone in the corner.
……What's the meaning?
Unconvinced, she flipped through the two sheets of paper in her hand repeatedly until she finally saw a line of blurry, small print at the very end of the paper, which was already mostly soaked.
Sister, these are Xiaozhu's belongings. If you don't come, they will become mine.
Will Si Qing commit suicide?
Wouldn't all my hard work in the past be in vain?
We absolutely cannot afford to fail at the last minute.
She hurriedly jumped off the carriage: "Lord Chen!"
Chen Xun hadn't gone far. Hearing her call, he smiled and turned back.
"Lady Leng, is there anything else?"
"I want to...I want to meet with Lord Si, but I don't know where he is now. Can you help me?"
“Of course. I’ve been waiting for you to say that, my lady,” Chen Xun said, walking to the carriage beside her and lifting the curtain. “My lord, we’ve been waiting for you too.”
"My lady, get in the carriage. The coachman will take you to see the Marquis."
She nodded, walked to the car, and then glanced back at the person not far away.
Leng Zhen watched the whole thing from horseback.
His hand gripped the reins tightly, and his brow furrowed.
He wanted to speak, but hesitated and closed his lips.
Under Leng Zhen's cold gaze, Leng Cuizhu turned her head and still chose to be helped into the carriage by Chen Xun.
The carriage looked familiar. As she sat down on the cushions, she remembered that it was the carriage she had ridden in when she first met Si Qing.
"...Did he send someone?"
“My lady is truly thoughtful and considerate,” Chen Xun nodded. “These past few days, the carriage has been parked all over the county, waiting for you to calm down and be willing to see him. Occasionally, Lord Yin would send people to drive it away for illegal parking.”
"The Marquis said he dared not come to see you rashly, for fear that you would be angry when you saw his face."
"Why would I be angry at his face..." she muttered to herself.
Speaking of which, Leng Zhen does look somewhat like Si Qing, especially in their moments of madness and breakdown, which are practically identical.
If you were to associate his face with Leng Zhen's, she would indeed seem angry.
Hmm.
Could Si Qing and Leng Zhen be blood relatives?
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