Chapter 111.2 : The Fragrant Boudoir (Part 2)
She had thought that her words had truly made Chu Ge grow wary, and a trace of regret arose in her heart—wondering whether she had spoken a little too harshly just now.
She glanced around, then made a decision.
"This isn't a suitable place to discuss matters. Come inside with me."
As she spoke, she very naturally patted Chu Ge on the shoulder, just as an elder would do to a junior.
After that, the two of them walked side by side toward the inner hall.
Only, the distance Chu Ge had deliberately created between them earlier gradually closed once more.
As they walked, their arms brushed against each other from time to time, faint and fleeting.
Chu Ge had thought that the "inside" Shui Qianrou referred to would be a place for discussion within the inner hall. He hadn't expected her to lead him straight into her room instead.
The moment he stepped inside, a delicate fragrance—orchid-like yet faintly musky, belonging uniquely to a mature woman—washed over him.
His nostrils twitched slightly as he breathed it in carefully.
Amid the lingering scent, he could vaguely detect a hint of sweet, refined pill fragrance.
Presumably, it came from Shui Qianrou's frequent contact with spiritual pills and medicinal herbs.
"Sit."
Shui Qianrou spoke as she began preparing tea, gesturing for Chu Ge to take a seat.
Chu Ge naturally followed his host's lead.
After sitting down, he had originally intended to take a look at the layout of this beautiful martial aunt's private chambers.
But very quickly, his gaze was drawn instead to the owner of the room, who was preparing tea nearby.
A pale blue long dress softly wrapped around Shui Qianrou's voluptuous figure.
Her waist was not as slender as a young girl's, yet it resembled a willow branch brushed by a spring breeze—supple and full of mature charm, easily held in one's grasp.
The sash of her skirt was tied loosely at her waist, adding an extra touch of languid allure.
Below the hem of her dress, her legs were round and long. As she moved, the skirt swayed gently, faintly revealing a small stretch of ankle—like finely carved white jade, exquisite and enticing.
Her hips traced a graceful curve beneath the fabric, full and rounded like a ripe peach.
Just at that moment, Shui Qianrou turned around.
What she wore today was not a form-fitting dress that clung tightly to her body.
Yet her ample bosom still rose prominently beneath the fabric, radiating that uniquely mature beauty where richness and allure intertwined.
She bent down to pour a cup of tea.
Chu Ge no longer had the spare attention to ponder why the collar that had previously been quite modest now appeared much looser, allowing the scenery within to be laid bare before his eyes.
"Martial Nephew, please."
Shui Qianrou smiled as she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Every movement and expression revealed her mature, bewitching charm.
She gently pushed the brimming teacup toward Chu Ge, then sat down herself, taking a light sip of tea.
Chu Ge withdrew his gaze, took a sip of the faintly fragrant tea, and slowly began to speak.
"I came today to ask my Martial Aunt to—"
He laid out the words he had prepared, calmly and unhurriedly.
Shui Qianrou listened quietly with a smile, occasionally nodding in response.
For a time, the room held a rather harmonious atmosphere, like that of elders and juniors getting along peacefully.
"I understand. This matter isn't difficult. I'll begin refining it for you later."
When Chu Ge finished speaking, Shui Qianrou nodded in agreement.
What Chu Ge sought was a pill needed for reconstructing Ying Qingjue's body.
Used in conjunction with the Creation Profound Light, it would yield considerable results—something Ying Qingjue herself had told him not long ago.
With Shui Qianrou's assent, Chu Ge's purpose for visiting Shuiyue (Water Moon) Peak that day was essentially fulfilled.
Yet after exchanging a glance, neither of them stood up, nor did either show any intention of leaving.
The once-harmonious atmosphere subtly shifted, quietly taking on a different flavor.