Chapter 169 Two Women Make a Show
There's not much moonlight tonight.
The air was filled with the scent of sandalwood.
A mute girl slowly emerged from the shadows of the curtains in the front hall.
She turned her head and glanced at the wooden frame next to Ouyang Rong's bed.
A long sword hangs on a wooden frame within easy reach of the bed.
It looked quite familiar; it seemed to be the sword of the one-armed swordsman from Chang'an.
The embroiderer silently turned her gaze back to the pitch-black bed in the inner room.
She quietly pinched the hem of her dress with both hands at her sides, making a wiping motion.
A few days ago, before Madam Zhen left, she heard Ye Weilai, who was learning cooking skills in the kitchen, mention that Tanlang seemed to have some internal heat these days, and even had a dogwood smell on his mouth and face when he woke up in the morning.
The embroiderer then realized it was her oversight.
Because she often spends time in the kitchen making spicy dishes with dogwood, her hands and clothes have a strong dogwood smell, but she is completely unaware of it.
As a result, she would often sneak over to the plum grove courtyard at night to visit Tanlang, and when she couldn't help but gently stroke his sleeping face, she would leave some of the spicy smell of dogwood on his face.
The moonlight filtering through the window shone precisely on the embroiderer's delicate profile, also illuminating the hint of apology on her face.
She lowered her head, raised her hand, and gently sniffed her right slender fingers, as if to confirm something, before continuing forward to Ouyang Rong's bedside.
Inside the bed, Ouyang Rong was lying on his back with his hands raised, palms overlapping, and resting behind his head.
Ye Weilai also seemed to be lying on her back, her whole body tucked into the quilt, even her little head on the embroidered pillow was mostly covered by the embroidered quilt, only her tightly closed eyes were exposed, and her breathing came out from the gaps in the quilt.
Looking at the silver-haired, blue-eyed personal maidservant beside Tanlang.
A complex and enigmatic look appeared in the embroiderer's eyes.
There was solace, envy, bitterness, and sorrow.
Putting aside certain issues, the embroiderer actually had a good impression of Ye Weilai.
Among the gossipy maids and servants of Meiluyuan, the embroiderer had naturally heard some of the recent rumors about Ye Weilai.
However, she didn't care about any of that.
She only cared about what Ye Weilai had done, whether she was wholeheartedly good to Tanlang, and whether she would cause him trouble...
That's enough.
Words are nothing but illusions.
Actions speak louder than words.
The embroiderer was just like that.
This is a truth she realized very early on.
Because she couldn't speak.
We can only act silently.
But the more innocent one is, the purer one becomes.
The way of the sword is like this, and so is the way of love.
The embroiderer was mute, but she wasn't made of wood.
Who can be without feelings?
Sometimes something gets stuck in her heart, and she can only let out a soft "ah" without being able to vent it.
The embroiderer then told herself that she had to do something, she had to do something, whatever it was, at least she couldn't do nothing.
So the embroiderer came, even though she couldn't acknowledge him at all.
Just like a senior once told her:
“…Junior sister, rather than standing on the cliff for a thousand years, it’s better to cry on your lover’s shoulder for one night.”
The embroiderer had many senior female disciples.
Some are stern, some are cold, and some are warm.
But they all treated her like family.
However, sometimes, the word "family" also means the burden of responsibility.
The embroiderer did not complain about her fate.
I am already content.
In particular, I'll have the chance to see him...
The embroiderer lowered her gaze, shifting it from Ye Weilai's face to Ouyang Rong's sleeping countenance.
A few days ago, Ye Weilai followed Madam Zhen and hadn't returned halfway through her journey. It was a very happy time for her.
Aside from the emotional ups and downs on the day of the ribbon-cutting ceremony, in the following days, Tanlang went out early and returned early, regularly ate the meals she cooked, and went to bed early. At night, she would light sandalwood incense to help her fall asleep, curl up in bed, bury her head in his arms, and drift off to sleep.
Although he would occasionally wake up near dawn, tears would inexplicably fall in his sleep, wetting the fabric of his shirt.
However, this simple life, which resembled a world for two, became somewhat addictive for the embroiderer.
Just like a real married couple.
Unfortunately, Tanlang's personal maid returned, and Tanlang seemed to like her quite a bit.
Moreover, when the embroiderer entered the room, she saw the embroidery stool where the woman was sitting next to Tanlang's desk, as well as some immature calligraphy on the table.
Tanlang seemed to be teaching her to write as well.
Before the bed, the mute girl, who was silently lifting the curtain and gazing into the room, suddenly dimmed her eyes.
"ah……"
A very faint female voice rang out in the darkness in front of the bed in the inner room.
Unfortunately, she was so weak and insignificant that she couldn't even be disturbed by a nightingale.
The embroiderer remained silent.
Gently stroke Ouyang Rong's sleeping face with the pads of four fingers.
Like a gentle breeze, it brushed across the angular lines of his face, and then across his eyes, nose, lips and chin.
She shouldn't be feeling this way right now.
She has no right or status to have such emotions.
Just like that day when the ribbon-cutting ceremony was followed all the way to Donglin Temple, and I saw the young man and that noble lady from the Xie family walk into the hall for seeking marriage.
But why is it that my heart is like a lake reflecting the flowing clouds, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, sometimes feeling down and sad, and sometimes feeling joyful and excited?
The embroiderer stood quietly by the bed, gently stroking Ouyang Rong's face for a while.
My fingers could clearly feel the temperature emanating from his skin.
He seemed much more at ease.
At one moment, the embroiderer silently turned her head and looked at Ye Weilai, whose breathing was equally regular and whose sleeping face was equally peaceful.
In the darkness, a hint of envy flickered in her clear, limpid eyes.
Time passed by, bit by bit.
He stood quietly by the bedside for a while longer.
The embroiderer bent down, reaching past Ye Weilai on the outside of the bed, and straightened the corner of the bedding for Ouyang Rong.
She turned and left the bed, heading towards the door.
The room remained quiet.
The mute girl's footsteps were as light as a feather, and she made no sound.
But the embroiderer stopped halfway through her journey.
She stood with her back to the quiet bed, motionless.
Two deep, rhythmic breaths could still be heard in my ears.
The embroiderer suddenly turned around and walked back to the bed in the darkness.
Her eyes were not on Tanlang.
Instead, he stared intently at the white-haired girl sleeping on the outside of the bed.
The embroiderer's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.
I remember that every time I came over in the middle of the night, the white-haired maid would be lying on her side, fast asleep, tightly hugging Tanlang's arm, and she liked to drool and wipe it on Tanlang's clothes.
The embroiderer walked to the bedside and gazed at Ye Weilai, who was lying on her back with her eyes closed, for a while.
Ye Weilai's mouth and nose were covered by the blankets, and only her closed eyes and white bangs on her forehead could be seen.
The embroiderer examined it for a while.
"Master...Master...Don't go...Don't leave your servant..."
Before long, the white-haired maid murmured something between her lips, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes rolled under her eyelids, as if she were having a strange dream.
The white-haired maid turned slightly to the side, her back to the embroiderer, and hugged Ouyang Rong's arm.
It's that standard drool-wiping gesture again.
After silently observing the master and servant on the bed for a while, the embroiderer withdrew her gaze and turned to leave the bed.
A short while later, a slight click came from the direction of the door, which opened slightly and then creaked as if it had closed again.
Silence returned to the room.
Only a faint scent of sandalwood lingered around the bed.
An unknown amount of time passed.
The air inside remained quiet.
It was as if no one had ever been there.
Inside the bed, only the rhythmic breathing of a young man and a young woman could be heard.
until……
"Phew~ That was close...that was close."
A barely audible sigh of relief, which was being suppressed, could be heard beside the bed.
Ye Weilai, who was standing sideways with her arm around Ouyang Rong and her back to the door, had opened her eyes at some point.
Ye Weilai's mouth and nose peeked out from under the covers.
Like a blue whale that has just returned from the deep sea and is poking its head out of the water, it takes a deep breath.
However, while she was taking a breath, she was also trying to suppress the frequency, as if she was afraid of disturbing a being that had already gone far away.
If you were to look closely at this moment, you could clearly see the glossy sheen of water on the girl's pink lips and delicate nose, making them appear slightly damp.
Let's move our gaze downwards.
Underneath the bedding, a small hand was clutching a stack of crumpled, damp towels.
Just as I expected!
Ye Weilai frowned deeply, her delicate nose twitched slightly, and she took a few shallow sniffs of the sandalwood scent in the air. After catching her breath, she quickly covered her mouth and nose with a damp towel.
Intuition is never wrong!
In the darkness, Ye Weilai covered her mouth with a damp towel, sat up, and opened her blue eyes wide. She couldn't help but turn her head to look in the direction of the door where the person had already left, and cried out in her heart.
In fact, Ye Weilai had already noticed something was wrong. Every day she slept with her master, and after waking up she would always find some strange things. In the past, she didn't think much of it once or twice.
But ever since that time she returned from out of town and made a surprise return in the middle of the night, she has clearly noticed signs that outsiders had been there.
It must be the owner of that unfamiliar long hair.
And the faint lingering sandalwood scent in the air that I smelled earlier also contributed to this.
In the past few days, Ye Weilai has become increasingly convinced that this is most likely a kind of sleeping potion that makes people fall asleep.
So tonight she specially prepared a wet towel and other items, placed them under the covers to cover her mouth and nose, and deliberately stayed up late into the night.
Just as Ye Weilai's eyelids were about to droop, she finally heard the strange sandalwood incense and the movements of the unfamiliar person.
At that moment, Ye Weilai glanced at the quiet, tightly closed door outside and breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from her white forehead with the back of her small hand.
The dark figure by the bed stared at her intently for a long time, almost as if it could see right through her.
At that moment, Ye Weilai felt her heart was about to jump out of her throat, and she almost couldn't hold on and gave herself away, opening her eyes.
Fortunately, she had a sudden inspiration and decided to try anything, even if it seemed hopeless, and managed to get away with it...
On the dark bed, the white-haired maid's small breasts, which had been heaving violently beneath her crumpled nightgown and briefly revealed glimpses of her breasts, were gradually calming down.
Her small hand, hidden under the covers, reached into the sheet beside her and touched something cold.
That young lady Xie's skirt knife.
Ye Weilai felt a little relieved and turned her head to look at the young man who was still fast asleep in the quilt next to her.
A hint of hesitation appeared on the girl's face.
He seemed to be pondering how to handle the next step.
The reason she had doubts before was that she chose to verify it herself first, instead of immediately telling her owner.
It was because Ye Weilai hadn't expected the truth to be even more outrageous than she had imagined.
To be honest, Ye Weilai initially thought... this might be her master having a secret rendezvous with a special woman late at night, the woman's identity was special and it was inconvenient for her to know, or perhaps her master and his companion had some special fetishes and interests, and the aphrodisiac was being used on her.
So, if it really is the master's secret, what can she, as his personal maid, do?
Naturally, it's inconvenient for her to deliberately stumble upon the truth; she can simply pretend to be oblivious. It's just that she feels a little disappointed that her owner doesn't want to play with her anymore, and she can't resist her cat-like curiosity.
But it seems she was wrong; her master was also kept in the dark.
But what exactly is this late-night visitor doing?
Sent by the master's enemy?
But the Liu family is on the verge of bankruptcy, and the old master Liu is dead. Where are their rivals?
Besides, judging from their appearance, the visitor in the middle of the night doesn't seem to intend to harm them.
Otherwise, why didn't you take advantage of all those opportunities before?
Who was it? I should have just peeked at them secretly...
Ye Weilai, with a damp towel covering her mouth and nose, took another deep breath. Her bangs hung low over her forehead. After thinking for a while, the hesitation on her face gradually disappeared.
Ye Weilai reached out her hand towards the sleeping Ouyang Rong. At that moment, as if by telepathy, she suddenly turned around and immediately met a complex gaze.
Ye Weilai's expression was as if she had been struck by lightning.
"ah!"
She stared wide-eyed and saw a woman standing quietly just three meters in front of the bed, her eyes fixed on her.
They actually went and then returned.
Ye Weilai's eyes widened, she jumped up, and immediately grabbed the left hand of the sleeping young man beside her, placing the hilt of the skirt knife into his warm palm.
Immediately afterwards, he reached out and pulled a long, gleaming silver sword from the wooden shelf in front of the bed.
The sword trembled with a "clang".
"Who are you? You are not allowed to harm my master!"
On the bed, Ye Weilai knelt up and grasped the sword hilt with both small hands.
Her petite figure stood in front of Ouyang Rong, refusing to budge an inch, her moonlight sword pointing directly at a slender black figure in front of her.
The atmosphere inside and outside the bed seemed tense, as if a sword was about to be drawn.
"ah……"
The slender black figure seemed to open its mouth as if to say something, but only uttered a single syllable.
Why does that sound a little familiar?
Ye Weilai, her brows furrowed and sword in hand, frowned even more, but at the same time, she didn't waste a moment. She quietly pulled out one hand and reached out to grab Ouyang Rong's arm in the quilt and shook it.
But then, the slender black figure in front of them took a step back.
"Awoo...woo..."
The white-haired girl saw that the slender black figure in front of her was waving its hands forcefully towards her, more like pleading than stopping her.
Ye Weilai's expression froze slightly, and at that moment, her eyes had completely adjusted to the darkness. In addition, the slender black shadow had retreated to a position where it was bathed in the moonlight seeping through the window cracks.
Patches of moonlight shone on her.
Ye Weilai immediately saw the pleading look on the face of the late-night visitor.
Her face froze for a moment, and she stopped shaking Ouyang Rong's arm.
"Embroidery...embroiderer?"
The room was pitch black and the atmosphere was silent.
The mute girl bathed in moonlight and the white-haired maidservant facing off with her sword remained motionless, silently gazing at each other.
On the bed, the young man whose arm had been shaken not long ago seemed to mutter something, turned over, and continued to sleep soundly.
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