Chapter 98 The whisk is forbidden to be used
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Who is it?
Are there really such naive people in the palace? Why are they so eager to say this to Anhe?
"Eunuch An, are you really going to listen to what he says? How are you going to let me go? Are you going to buy back my house and never see me again?"
Zhao Liangxu asked, "Who is it? This person seems to be living a very difficult life and is afraid to end it on their own, so they came to you to vent their frustrations and get some relief."
An He looked at Zhao Liangxu and said, "It's Chen Qinglie."
Zhao Liangxu's mind went blank when she heard the name.
"he?"
What's wrong with this person?
Anhe said, word by word, "He stopped us in the palace and asked us to let you go. It seems he has something on his mind."
Anhe raised his hand, the back of his hand gliding across Zhao Liangxu's cheek.
"Do you think we should kill him? Or..." Anhe asked, "Or should we just let you go, like he said?"
Anhe's gaze followed Zhao Liangxu intently.
Zhao Liangxu's expression was unusually complex, a mixture of doubt, bewilderment, exasperation, and speechlessness.
Zhao Liangxu pushed Anhe directly onto the bed.
"you......"
An He's silent anger suddenly deflated. If being pushed onto the bed puzzled him, then Zhao Liangxu's attempt to pull at his clothes made An He somewhat flustered: "What?"
“Eunuch An, I think you’ve misunderstood. It’s not a question of whether you’ll let me go or not, but whether I’ll let go or not. Does what happened yesterday mean nothing to you? Am I unimportant to you? Are you even still pondering such a ridiculous question?”
Anhe had imagined that Zhao Liangxu would feel annoyed, angry, or saddened by his question, but she never expected that Zhao Liangxu wouldn't care at all...
She said it was a ridiculous question.
indeed.
"Is Eunuch An such a shrewd person? He says he'll let you go, and you just let him go? He says it's okay, and you just agree?"
How could he? Since they're already his people, there's no way he'd let them go.
“Eunuch An is furious right now because of what he said. But why didn’t Eunuch An kill him then? What did he say back then? Why didn’t he vent his anger on the spot?”
“You said before that you didn’t want us to kill him.”
Zhao Liangxu grabbed An He's collar, and An He pulled his collar back.
"Eunuch An is such a trustworthy person."
Zhao Liangxu's tone was somewhat subtle.
Zhao Liangxu lowered her head again and asked, "Then will you let me go?"
"impossible."
Zhao Liangxu smiled and said, "That's settled then."
Anhe's pent-up frustration and anger from the afternoon inexplicably dissipated.
There was no heated argument, nor any confrontation between the two.
Zhao Liangxu unilaterally believed that this was not a big deal, because she genuinely believed that Anhe would never "let her go".
Of course, she wouldn't let Anhe off the hook either.
"So what did Eunuch An say to him back then?" Zhao Liangxu asked again.
An He looked away, pressed down by Zhao Liangxu, and muttered, "He's a bastard."
These two words make it clear that the disgust in Anhe's eyes is undeniable.
This inexplicably reminded Zhao Liangxu of a classic line from a TV series she had read.
A jerk is just being pretentious.
"Did Eunuch An really curse him like that?"
Zhao Liangxu asked curiously, and she patted An He's shoulder, telling him to move a little further in. Zhao Liangxu took off her shoes and still sat on An He's lap.
"Are you heartbroken?" Anhe asked, her lips drooping.
"No way, will he give up after you scold him like that?" Zhao Liangxu thought that since Chen Qinglie was still so stubborn, a single curse would probably only make him feel bad, and he wouldn't give up easily.
Anhe recalled Chen Qinglie's expression at that time, and her eye twitched.
Despite holding a minor official position, he was quite arrogant in front of others, putting on a disgusting expression, much like the group of people who had mocked him back then.
“He’s an arrogant and disgusting person. Tell me, how can we make him give up?” Anhe gripped Zhao Liangxu’s fingers as they moved over her body, preventing her from moving.
Zhao Liangxu pondered for a moment, then leaned close to An He's ear, as if she were about to reveal a secret.
“Just tell him… Eunuchs have so many tricks up their sleeves, I like them, and he can’t compare to them.”
Upon hearing this, Anhe was so startled that she tried to sit up, but Zhao Liangxu pressed her back down.
Anhe opened her mouth, then closed it again.
I didn't know what to say for a moment.
"You, you want us to say that?"
Zhao Liangxu nodded nonchalantly: "That's how it is."
"A man like him would probably prefer a gentle and kind girl, just like most men. They hope their wives can be good wives and mothers, and be their warm harbor. They would cook and clean, and embroider clothes and shoes for their husbands. Basically, that's what they expect. So just say I'm unconventional. He should realize his mistake after hearing that."
Zhao Liangxu sighed, looking unusually distressed. She asked An He, "Do I look like someone who would make clothes and shoes?"
Anhe scoffed, "Do you need to know how to do this? Our family isn't so poor that you have to do these things yourself. If you like it and want to have some fun, we'll find you the patterns and fabric so you can have your fill."
"That's right, please say so, Eunuch An."
Zhao Liangxu turned over and lay on the bed, but tried to touch the whisk that Anhe had placed to the side, which Anhe did not understand.
"Furthermore, that's not entirely untrue. Eunuch An has seen a lot in the palace; he should know a lot about tricks..."
Before she could even utter the word "more," Zhao Liangxu was wrapped in a blanket and pushed inside by An He.
Zhao Liangxu peeked out from under the covers and saw An He looking at her with a mixture of helplessness and annoyance, so she knew he was embarrassed again.
Just now, before she rolled into the quilt, she hooked the whisk over.
Zhao Liangxu fiddled with the whisk in her hand and said with great interest, "The jade on Eunuch An's whisk is really beautiful."
She ran her hand along the wooden handle of the whisk; the smooth jade inlaid at the end seemed to blend seamlessly with the handle, creating an extremely fluid effect.
Anhe watched as Zhao Liangxu's fingers fiddled with the white whisk, circling the wooden handle, and a bad feeling crept into his mind.
As expected, Zhao Liangxu smiled and said to An He, "Would Eunuch An like to use this...?"
Anhe snatched the whisk back, angrily saying, "I don't want to!"
“I haven’t said what I’m going to do yet,” Zhao Liangxu said.
Anhe quickly moved the whisk far away, so that Zhao Liangxu could not easily reach it.
“We shouldn’t know, but as soon as you said it, we knew what you were thinking!” Anhe was even a little frightened when she heard Zhao Liangxu say this.
"This whisk has no use whatsoever... You really don't hide anything from us at all!"
Anhe immediately wanted to dissuade Zhao Liangxu from this idea.
This time, however, he wasn't feeling ashamed or angry, or rather, his shame or anger was a trivial reason.
His greater resistance stemmed from the fact that he had used this whisk to touch Chen Qinglie's face today. Even though the whisk was inlaid with his favorite warm jade and the handle was made of his favorite sandalwood, he still felt a bit disgusted by it. Even if he washed and wiped it properly, it still felt like it was stained with filth.
How could he possibly let Zhao Liangxu use this thing!
Zhao Liangxu had no idea what Fuchen had gone through that day, nor what Anhe was thinking; she only felt that his reaction was extremely intense.
"Alright, if Eunuch An says it's not necessary, then it's not necessary."
Zhao Liangxu treated it as a minor incident, and describing something she used every day as something obscure wouldn't hurt her.
Zhao Liangxu didn't really know how it felt to use it on people, and it didn't seem very interesting to her. What was wrong with just talking about it?
For women, it doesn't really matter whether they use the items they include.
An He was no longer angry, and Zhang Sheng had achieved his goal of bringing Zhao Liangxu to An He's side.
Zhao Liangxu mentioned, "Eunuch An, when I came in, Zhang Sheng was still waiting outside."
She peeked at Anhe: "Should we go out and tell him? Tell him to stop waiting?"
Zhao Liangxu was about to get up and go to the door to say something when Anhe pulled her back.
“There’s no need for such trouble. We’ll just blow out the candles outside and see that it’s dark inside, then he’ll know what’s going on.”
Zhao Liangxu then did not go any further.
She glanced at An He and joked, "I've only been here a short time, and I finally managed to light all the candles to make things a little brighter for Eunuch An. Now he's turned off most of them. It's all for nothing."
Anhe pulled Zhao Liangxu away from Fuchen, held her tightly, and smelled the fragrance of osmanthus soap in her hair.
"Weren't you planning to come to our house tonight? There are two lights on by the bed, so we didn't turn them off."
Zhao Liangxu felt itchy from An He's movements of playing with her hair, so when An He relaxed, she changed his position and made him lean back.
Zhao Liangxu then pressed Anhe onto the bed again. Whenever this happened, although Anhe would always look at her with dissatisfaction, she would actually resist and obey.
Eunuchs are weaker than ordinary men, but they are not completely powerless against her.
Zhao Liangxu quickly figured it out: An He always told her not to talk nonsense or do anything pointless, but in reality, he really liked her behavior.
At least this made Anhe feel that he was genuinely loved by Zhao Liangxu.
Zhao Liangxu pressed An He's shoulder and said with a smile, "Eunuch An, luckily I can understand you."
Otherwise, if it were anyone else, they would all be made extremely insecure by Anhe's strange actions.
If you focus too much on the vague dissatisfaction and annoyance in his eyes, you might overlook his tacit approval.
This statement came suddenly, and Anhe was unaware of Zhao Liangxu's meaning.
At this moment, Anhe also couldn't quite understand Zhao Liangxu.
What is she going to do?
Zhao Liangxu moved up Anhe's abdomen little by little, touching his chest, and then continued upwards.
Anhe suddenly understood something.
He raised his hand, held it in the air for a moment, and finally silently placed it on Zhao Liangxu's bent legs.
Anhe said, "Get up a bit, let our family move closer to the fence."
Now it was Zhao Liangxu's turn to have doubts.
An He shifted his position slightly, let out a barely perceptible sigh, and his breath brushed against Zhao Liangxu.
Her bent legs almost encircled Anhe's breath.
Anhe said, "With your posture, it will be difficult for us to support you later. Remember to hold onto the railing yourself."
His head was close to the bed railing, so Zhao Liangxu's hands could easily touch the railing made of purple sandalwood, and he could use it to support his body.
Zhao Liangxu's eyes crinkled with laughter when she heard An He's words.
"Eunuch An's guess was absolutely right."
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Author's note: What should I do? I don't know either.
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