Chapter 5 No Detail Matters: "Speak less, do more, and attend to every detail."...
Upon hearing this, Chu Ze's mind jolted, realizing he had almost said the wrong thing. He hurriedly lowered his head and said, "This subordinate has spoken out of turn. Please punish me, young master."
Lu Xiuyi's voice was cool: "Go and collect your twenty strokes of the military rod later."
"yes."
After saying that, he looked at Meng Yu intently, paused, and then said to Chu Ze in a low voice, "Never mind, she probably didn't mean it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Yu and Aunt Li both breathed a sigh of relief. Since he said so, she should be alright. But before they could even catch their breath, a voice suddenly came from above: "Drag her out and give her twenty lashes."
Meng Yu was stunned and couldn't react for a moment, while Aunt Li was so frightened that her face turned pale. The Black Iron Cavalry received the order and immediately stepped forward to drag her out.
Aunt Li hurriedly knelt down, crying and pleading, "Please, Your Honor, spare my life! Please, Your Honor, spare my life! I will never dare to do it again!"
"It's just twenty lashes, I didn't say I was going to kill you, what are you begging for? Don't tell me you really don't value your life?"
Lu Xiuyi's deep, hoarse voice, devoid of any warmth, reached her ears. Meng Yu snapped back to reality and quickly stepped in front of Lu Xiuyi, writing, "Didn't you say that Aunt Li didn't mean it? Then why did you hit her?"
Lu Xiuyi lifted his eyelids, his cold gaze fixed on her, and spoke in a low voice looking down at her: "Chu Ze is too talkative and still deserves twenty lashes. She is so careless in her work, twenty lashes is already an act of great mercy from me."
He paused here, then chuckled, "And what is your status? Just a maidservant, yet you dare to interfere with my decisions."
His words were cold and forceful, and everyone lowered their heads, a chill running down their spines. Meng Yu hadn't intended to anger Lu Xiuyi, after all, provoking him would only bring her harm and no benefit. It was only because Aunt Li was like this that she subconsciously spoke up for her.
Fortunately, twenty strokes of the cane is much better than forty strokes, and Aunt Li should be able to withstand it.
After a moment's thought, Meng Yu bowed slightly to him and took the lead in admitting her mistake: "It was this servant who spoke out of turn. Please forgive me, Your Highness."
Lu Xiuyi's expression was deep and his slightly cold tone was full of sarcasm: "You should ask for my forgiveness. You can't even protect yourself, yet you still think about saving others. You are truly stupid and dull."
Meng Yu's heart skipped a beat. She looked up abruptly, suddenly remembering that he hadn't agreed to her request. Her heart pounded. She quickly lowered her head and wrote down a line to ask him, but when she looked up again, the wooden staircase was empty, with only the afterglow of the setting sun seeping in, adding to the desolate and lonely atmosphere.
***
After this farce ended, Meng Yu followed Chu Ze around the kitchen again, noting down everything Lu Xiuyi liked to eat and what he couldn't eat. After listening to his conversation, she filled three pages with notes.
“Young Master said that from now on, Miss will be in charge of his daily life,” Chu Ze said as he brought the food up with her. “Our young master is not difficult to serve, but his mood can be a little unpredictable at times. But Miss, you don’t need to worry too much. Just remember these eight words and everything will be fine.”
Meng Yu's eyebrows twitched as if she had heard some earth-shattering joke.
She had seen people who were difficult to please, like her stepmother, but she had never seen anyone as picky as Lu Xiuyi. He had more than twenty things to pay attention to just when it came to meals.
Despite thinking this to herself, Meng Yu didn't show it on her face. She simply nodded, signaling him to continue.
Chu Ze continued, "Speak less, do more, and attend to every detail."
As they talked, the two arrived at the door of Lu Xiuyi's room. Chu Ze took the dishes in and then left first.
Seeing this, Meng Yu subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave, but Chu Ze slightly raised his hand to stop her and gestured towards Lu Xiuyi's direction.
She immediately understood and stopped in her tracks; he wanted her to stay and serve Lu Xiuyi his meal.
According to Chu Ze, Meng Yu first served him a bowl of chicken soup, then put two bites of vegetables into his bowl, and finally steamed meat.
Lu Xiuyi sipped the chicken soup, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly for a moment before swallowing and taking a long time before taking a second sip. He then ate two bites of vegetables and a bite of duck breast. Throughout the entire process, he ate slowly and methodically, which, combined with his handsome face, made him appear like a gentle, upright, and composed gentleman.
Meng Yu secretly glanced at him and felt that as long as he didn't speak, he was inexplicably pleasing to the eye.
Lu Xiuyi was perceptive and could naturally sense that Meng Yu was secretly watching him.
Just a few hours ago, she had a cold and aloof appearance with frost-like eyebrows, making people think she was a refined and otherworldly beauty. Now it seems she is nothing more than a vulgar woman who judges people by their appearance.
Despite these thoughts, Lu Xiuyi's lips unconsciously rippled with tenderness, and the gloom that had been hanging over him vanished in an instant.
Even setting aside everything else, he was quite confident in his appearance alone.
It was half an hour later when Meng Yu finished serving Lu Xiuyi his meal.
Chu Ze came in to report something, and she tactfully withdrew. After a while, Chu Ze hurriedly came out, and when Meng Yu went back in, she saw that Lu Xiuyi had already picked up a book to read.
Judging that the water in his cup was about to run out, Meng Yu took the initiative to refill the tea and pour water.
This continued for over an hour, and it was quite quiet during that time.
Although there was no smile on his face, Meng Yu could clearly sense that Lu Xiuyi was in high spirits and seemed to be in a very good mood.
Meng Yu smacked her lips secretly.
Men are indeed fickle.
After having his tea refilled twice, Meng Yu was extremely bored. In addition, he hadn't slept well the night before and hadn't taken a nap, so he couldn't help but doze off on the side.
As it approached midnight, Lu Xiuyi closed his book, turned around and saw Meng Yu dozing off. He didn't get angry, but simply ordered in a low voice, "Prepare water, I want to take a bath."
Suddenly hearing Lu Xiuyi's voice, Meng Yu snapped out of her daze. She went to the inner room, removed the stone blocking the water tap, and hurriedly came out to help him take off his clothes.
But as soon as she took off her coat, Lu Xiuyi stopped her in a deep voice and said hoarsely, "No need, I'll do it myself."
Hearing that she didn't need his help, Meng Yu was relieved and was about to step back from him when she suddenly remembered what Chu Ze had said.
Talk less, do more, and pay attention to every detail.
She quickly grabbed a notebook and asked considerately, "Did you drink the chicken soup and feel a bit irritable? I just went to the kitchen and saw they were making a pot of mung bean soup. Shall I go and get a bowl for you to cool down?"
He was feeling restless and irritable, but it wasn't because he drank the chicken soup.
Lu Xiuyi subconsciously glanced down at Meng Yu, and the glimpse of her exposed skin beneath her collar suddenly caught his eye, instantly flushing his ears. He cursed under his breath, feeling a bit agitated. Although he had never been with a woman before, his thirst for her was undeniably exaggerated.
Lu Xiuyi concealed his embarrassment, coughed awkwardly twice, and just wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible: "Alright."
His tone was very gentle. Meng Yu was surprised, astonished, and delighted, feeling that listening to Chu Ze was indeed the right thing to do.
She decided to carry those eight words through to the end.
If Lu Xiuyi is satisfied, he will be in a great mood and will probably let her go sooner.
After Meng Yu served the mung bean soup, she saw that Lu Xiuyi had already gone into the inner room to take a bath. She put the mung bean soup aside and was about to quietly leave when the eight-character proverb came to mind again.
Lu Xiuyi leaned against the edge of the bathtub, the steam rising and warming his body, gradually dispelling the restlessness in his heart. He closed his eyes comfortably.
After an unknown amount of time, a pair of hands suddenly landed on her shoulders. Lu Xiuyi was startled and opened her eyes abruptly, thinking it was an assassin. She instinctively reached out and grabbed the wrist of the person behind her, pulling her forward forcefully.
"ah……"
Meng Yu was caught off guard when Lu Xiuyi suddenly grabbed her. The edge of the bathtub was covered in water droplets, and she lost her balance and stumbled into the water.
The warm water, carrying a faint fragrance, immediately choked Meng Yu's face. She struggled to get her head out of the water, hurriedly wiping the water droplets off her face. She opened her eyes, fluttering her curled eyelashes, only to be met with Lu Xiuyi's face, which was as black as ink.
Meng Yu's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.
The person in front of me was soaked through, with the collar clinging tightly to her fair skin. Her plain linen skirt hugged her rounded curves, and through the mist, her slender, straight legs were faintly visible.
The man's eyes darkened instantly, filled with lust, and his sharp gaze, like that of a hawk, fixed on her: "What are you doing here?"
A heavy sense of oppression washed over her, and Meng Yu subconsciously looked down, only to suddenly see a slight bulge on his body through the clear water. Her face flushed instantly, and she immediately looked up, only daring to look at his chest, afraid of giving herself away and being discovered that she had seen something she shouldn't have.
Meng Yu blushed and tried his best to use gestures he could understand: "I, I thought Master might need someone to scrub his back, so, so..."
She finished speaking, but the person on the other end remained silent for a long while.
Meng Yu wasn't sure if he understood. In the misty haze, she slightly raised her head, and in that instant, she seemed to see Lu Xiuyi's Adam's apple bob heavily.
The atmosphere suddenly became enchanting and sweet.
"This servant..."
Meng Yu sensed something was wrong and was about to say that if there was nothing else, she would take her leave. But Lu Xiuyi suddenly pulled her into his arms, and the words she was about to say were swallowed back down.
Meng Yu pressed herself tightly against his naked body, clearly feeling the changes in his body. She was so frightened that her face changed drastically, and she struggled violently.
"If you move again, I really can't guarantee what will happen next." Lu Xiuyi whispered in her ear, his deep, husky voice penetrating the mist and reaching deep into Meng Yu's ears. She immediately stopped struggling, too frightened to move.
Feeling her body stiffen instantly, Lu Xiuyi chuckled, grasped her soft shoulders, suppressed his reluctance and the heat that surged up again, and gently pushed her away: "Get out. From now on, when I take a bath, you are not allowed to come in without my permission. Otherwise, I will think you are playing hard to get."
Meng Yu had long wanted to get far away from this place, and upon receiving his instructions, he naturally fled the inner room with lightning speed.
Even if he didn't mention it, Meng Yu was already filled with regret, so how could he dare to go any further?
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