Chapter 261: The Little Handmaiden of the Compassionate Palace
“I knew it was her. Heh.”
A cold Fairy gathered her hair, resting on the bed. The blanket hid her silken figure, like the moon shrouded by dark clouds.
But as the Fairy shifted, glimpses of fair, delicate skin could occasionally be seen through her raven-black hair.
Qiu Yuehan narrowed her eyes, clearly displeased. But there was nothing she could do, so she just wrapped the blanket around herself, too lazy to bother with Su Youwan.
Anyone would be upset about being interrupted.
Lu Changyuan felt a little awkward.
Su Youwan, for her part, thoughtfully placed the Red Fox in a corner by the wall, then casually found a silk cloth and covered it.
“Young Master Lu, this is your fault.”
The maiden consciously moved closer to Lu Changyuan, her delicate nose twitching. “Did you know? Because you consumed my emotions, the faster your heart beats, the faster mine beats too?”
Lu Changyuan genuinely didn’t know this; Su Youwan had never told him.
‘Doesn’t that mean that whenever I have the slightest emotional fluctuation, she can sense it?’
“What do you mean?”
Su Youwan’s voice remained unchanged. “I was taking a walk, and you, Young Master, were certainly in high spirits, stirring my heart into a state of unrest.”
Qiu Yuehan sneered. “Stop beating around the bush. Just say what you want to do.”
Lu Changyuan thought for a moment and said, “How about… I step out for a bit?”
“Don’t you dare leave!”
Su Youwan chimed in naturally after Qiu Yuehan’s words. “Why leave? Shouldn’t you two just continue what you haven’t finished?”
This Little Ancestor of the Compassionate Palace truly wouldn’t rest until she said something utterly shocking.
Lu Changyuan took a long time to organize his thoughts before finally saying, “That’s not a good idea.”
Qiu Yuehan narrowed her eyes, instinctively sensing that something was wrong. The Black Skirt Fairy pushed herself up and asked coldly, “What happened between you two?”
‘If nothing happened, then based on what I know of Lu Changyuan, Su Youwan should never have been able to get through that door.’
‘There’s a sneaky cat.’
The Silver-haired Maiden walked to the bedside. “We didn’t do anything. At least, I am still a virgin.”
Qiu Yuehan looked at the Silver-haired Maiden, scrutinizing her carefully. She realized Su Youwan was telling the truth. ‘So the Little Ancestor of the Compassionate Palace really is a step behind me,’ she thought.
So she said irritably, “So you plan on just standing here all night?”
“If you two are going to be at it all night, I won’t be able to sleep anyway. I might as well wait here until you’re done. It would also satisfy my curiosity.”
Lu Changyuan’s eye twitched. “Miss Su, what are you curious about?”
Su Youwan reached out and tied up her hair. “In the Imperial Palace, before a woman marries, she’s taught about human relations by an old matron. I was taken to the Compassionate Palace when I was young, so it seems I never had the chance to learn about these things. This seems like a good opportunity.”
The maiden’s voice was ethereal, her expression holy.
She was so convincing that you might actually believe she was just the studious type.
“Besides, I’ve seen Young Master Lu without his clothes, and when Miss Qiu and I soaked in the Cold Pool together, we saw each other naked too. There’s nothing to be shy about.”
“Save those lies for a junior disciple.” Qiu Yuehan shot a glance at Lu Changyuan. “I can’t believe you saw this little nun naked behind Junior Sister’s back.”
‘What does she mean, “behind the Little Fairy’s back”?’
Lu Changyuan was speechless. ‘Isn’t this all your fault?’
He said, “In the future, don’t just touch the mark whenever you feel like it.”
The Black Skirt Fairy looked at Lu Changyuan suspiciously. She recalled playing with the mark not long ago when she was bored, and a bad feeling crept into her heart.
“You two just continue. I’ll just watch from the side.”
The Silver-haired Maiden left the bedside, thoughtfully found a stool, pulled it out, and sat down. Then, from who knows where, she produced an embroidery hoop. She knew her way around a needle and could do some embroidery.
Right now, she was embroidering a scene of mandarin ducks playing in the water.
Seeing that neither of them was moving, Su Youwan said softly, “Are you two feeling a little shy? Right…”
The maiden stood up, extended a jade-white hand, and untied her Cyan and White Daoist Robe. The lotus-patterned inner lining slipped off just as naturally, leaving her in only a crescent-shaped dudou and leggings.
“This should be better, right?”
As the Daoist Robe slipped off, it stirred the air, carrying with it a barely perceptible scent of sandalwood incense. In the dim candlelight, the maiden’s slender, well-proportioned shoulders and back were like a snow-covered slope in early spring before the thaw, glowing with the delicate sheen of porcelain.
Her long, slender neck extended into a line in the candlelight, rising and falling gently with each breath.
The Little Ancestor of the Compassionate Palace had been cultivating since she was a child. Her exquisite body was a work of nature, with every proportion just right.
At this moment, the only ones in the room who were fully dressed were Lu Changyuan… and Mei Zhaozhao, in her full coat of fox fur.
A tide of lust surged forth.
Lu Changyuan could almost hear the Five Desires and Six Dust Heart Transformation Technique egging him on, urging him to shatter the illusion that had once led him to a dead end.
And the way to shatter it, naturally, was to throw the maiden who was currently embroidering onto the nearby couch, making her like a blood-stained butterfly falling into a sea of flowers.
“Staring that intently?” Qiu Yuehan’s voice drifted over from beside him.
Only then did Lu Changyuan turn his head to see the Nether Monarch’s face, a faint smile on her lips. But though she was smiling, there was not a trace of mirth in her beautiful eyes.
“It’s cold. Everyone should probably put their clothes back on.”
The Black Skirt Fairy’s voice was colder than ice. “Is she beautiful?”
Lu Changyuan really wanted to say that she was, in fact, quite beautiful.
Su Youwan was absurdly beautiful, and her current behavior created a sense of contrast that made it impossible to look away.
This infuriated Qiu Yuehan.
She was already simmering with rage.
“Doesn’t she want to watch? Then let her watch her fill! After this, you can explain it to Junior Sister yourself!”