After resting for a few days and her injuries gradually healing, someone came to deliver a message saying that the sect leader wanted to summon her to his bedchamber. Xiang Wan was startled. What trick was Qu Chiyang playing now? Could it be that he couldn't restrain himself after not seeing him for a few days?
Before leaving, she needed to bathe and change. Xiang Wan didn't plan to tamper with her clothes. She estimated that Qu Chiyang would most likely cause her trouble, and given the vast difference in their strength, any schemes she devised would only make her previous words seem like pure nonsense. So, if you make up one lie, you need countless more to cover it up. Good luck to you.
Dressed entirely in white, cinched at the waist with a single ribbon, her long black hair cascading down to her waist, a gentle breeze caresses her face as she moves, each strand of hair fluttering in the breeze, yet her delicate features remain serene and composed. This is the image Xiang Wan has chosen for herself. Pure white and harmless, like a gentleman adorned with jade—perhaps no one who sees her would have the heart to harm her.
As soon as she entered the palace, the doors were closed from the inside out. In the spacious bedroom, several rows of candles flickered along the walls, adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise cold and quiet room. Xiang Wan looked around; aside from simple chairs, a carpet, and curtains on the bed, it was quite shabby. She walked slowly, barefoot on the carpet, striving to exude the elegance befitting a noble young master with every step.
There was no one in the room, but Xiang Wan didn't dare to be careless. Maybe someone was just looking out from the shadows. She pursed her lips, sat sideways on the bed, her fingers gripping the edge of the bed, clenching and unclenching, her eyes flickering, her eyelids slightly lowered, her chest rising and falling appropriately, displaying her unease, tension, and anticipation one by one.
She sat there for an unknown amount of time, the candlelight had almost burned out, but still no one came. Xiang Wan decided to change her posture, so she slowly stood up and paced back and forth in front of the bed. When she got tired, she sat down again, her face still filled with unease and tension, while her heart grew increasingly irritable—what exactly did Qu Chiyang want? He called her here but didn't show up, just to leave her alone in the room? If he didn't come soon, this old lady was done serving him. Acting was tiring, you know. If it weren't for the mission, she would have left long ago. Sigh, she was so tired.
She sat there for another fifteen minutes when she heard the door slowly open, and a figure walked in. Xiang Wan opened her eyes wide and saw a person wearing a ferocious mask, long boots, and a blue training uniform slowly walking towards her. From the eyes of the mask, a pair of sharp and shrewd eyes stared directly into hers.
Xiang Wan stood up excitedly, walked forward, slowly lowered her knees to the ground, and said respectfully, "May the Sect Leader be well!"
This is how Qu Chiyang appears in public—sophisticated and composed, leading to rumors that he's a highly skilled, eccentric old man who enjoys being served by men. As for his harem members, they never discuss his age; either they know, or he's given them a gag order. Xiang Wan guesses it's mostly the latter. If they really slept with him, how could they not know his age, and how could they not be drawn to him?
As she pondered, a hand reached out in front of her, lifted her chin, and forced her to look up into Qu Chiyang's eyes.
"I heard you want my heart?"
His deliberately lowered voice, hoarse and deep with a touch of vicissitude, did indeed sound like an old man, if she didn't know what he really looked like.
"Yes, I have long admired the leader and am willing to serve him."
Her eyes held reverence, adoration, and anticipation. It's said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and the moment Xiang Wan looked up, she had already given herself a suggestion, hypnotizing herself that the other person was someone she loved and admired, and nothing more.
Qu Chiyang stared into her eyes for a long time, his gaze complex and intriguing, with a hint of mockery.
"Please me!"
He loosened his grip, sat on the bed, looked away, and appeared aloof, yet his words were completely unrelated to the current situation.
Xiang Wan knew he wouldn't call her here for anything good. Did he just want to see her serve him? Well, so be it.
Xiang Wan slowly got up, squatted down beside his legs, and clumsily massaged his legs with her fingers. At this moment, she didn't want to show off her skills, nor did she want to make him feel comfortable right away. If she could catch his eye through massage, she would be stuck with this chore from now on.
She focused intently on pressing his calf, but Qu Chiyang showed no reaction. Xiang Wan looked up to observe his reaction, then gradually reached up, past his knee, and pressed on his thigh.
A sarcastic and angry voice rang out from above: "Is that all you've got?"
Xiang Wan paused, her eyes welling with tears, and choked out, "Sect Leader, I was so nervous. Actually, I..."
Qu Chiyang grabbed her wrist and held it tightly in his hand, his tone filled with anger, "Didn't you used to be a maid? You don't even know how to massage. No wonder you were given away as a plaything."
"I...I only served tea and water to the ladies, I never did massages..."
"Start over!"
Her wrist was violently flung away, and when Xiang Wan raised it, the finger marks on it were exceptionally clear. She couldn't understand where Qu Chiyang's anger came from; it was just a leg massage, was it really necessary to act like this?
Since we're going to start over, let's make it as exhilarating as possible.
Xiang Wan gradually began to exert her strength. After several uneven presses, she seemed to suddenly have a breakthrough. Her kneading and patting became smoother and smoother. Now, Qu Chiyang would not find fault with her anymore, right?
As he was busy, a large hand gripped his chin tightly. Qu Chiyang's anger only intensified: "Serving people, you're not even as good as a servant, yet you want to climb into my bed? You're delusional!"
Xiang Wan is fed up. When did she ever say she wanted to sleep with him?
"Master, I can do other things, I..."
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