Four Seasons Brocade – CH 163

Chapter 163 ☆、

Chu Mao had already thought of the answer to this question while Ah Wu was unconscious. Of course, he could not tell her the truth, for fear of frightening her. Even Chu Mao was now somewhat skeptical about the concept of the soul, but the facts were undeniable. Medicine was ineffective, but the Buddhist method of calming the soul had indeed awakened Ah Wu.

“You were frightened and then caught a cold, which is why you were unconscious for so long,” Chu Mao said. Seeing Ah Wu’s disbelieving look, he added, “Your body is too delicate. How have my parents-in-law taken care of you?”

Chu Mao’s unexpected accusation made Ah Wu forget about her coma; it was all due to illness anyway, so she never imagined it was because her soul was unstable since she had been reborn into this body.

“Do Father and Madam know I am sick?” Ah Wu asked anxiously.

“We have not told them. If you miss them, I will take you back when you are better,” Chu Mao said cautiously.

Ah Wu breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness; otherwise, she did not know how much Lady Cui would have cried, perhaps even scaring her to death.

“How about we go out and get some sun?” Chu Mao asked, but he had already gotten up and picked Ah Wu up. Ah Wu did not even bother to resist. After spending so many days together, she had completely understood Chu Mao’s domineering nature; he would not tolerate any disobedience, even though he was pretending to be asking.

Ah Wu was carried out of the house by Chu Mao. The sunlight stung her eyes, and she quickly closed them, but a wave of pleasure washed over her, a pleasure she had never experienced before. Chu Mao placed Ah Wu on a reclining chair in the courtyard and tucked her in.

“I will recite another sutra for you,” Chu Mao said, sitting down beside Ah Wu.

Ah Wu frowned. She wondered why Chu Mao was so enthusiastic about reciting sutras for her. With a guilty conscience, she could not help but wonder if Chu Mao thought she was a demon. If Ah Wu knew that her awakening was thanks to the high monks of Daci Temple reciting sutras to exorcise evil, she would probably feel even more uneasy.

But Ah Wu could not stop Chu Mao from doing what he was doing, nor did she want to. She only felt that when Chu Mao recited sutras, his voice was as mellow as wine and exceptionally pleasant to the ear, and the pain in her body seemed to be soothed.

“Your Highness, Elder Shen has arrived,” Lu Ruoxing reported, bowing his head as he entered, not daring to glance at Ah Wu.

Ah Wu, who had been comfortably sleeping with her eyes closed, could not help but grunt and frown in displeasure at Lu Ruoxing’s interruption.

Chu Mao gently massaged Ah Wu’s brow with his fingers. “Tell Elder Shen to wait a moment,” he said, then resumed chanting for Ah Wu.

Lu Ruoxing quietly withdrew. Even though he was somewhat prepared, he was still surprised to hear His Highness Prince Qi say this.

Those who would achieve great things were always courteous to the virtuous and humble, even to the point of having a story of buying a horse’s bones for a thousand pieces of gold. Chu Mao naturally upheld this virtue to a great degree. Hearing that Chu Mao had called for Elder Shen, it was clear how highly he regarded him. Not wanting things to end like this, he chose to chant for Ah Wu first.

After finishing reciting the scriptures, Chu Mao stood up, kissed Ah Wu on the forehead, and told her to call him if she needed anything before heading forward.

After Chu Mao left, Ah Wu opened her eyes, feeling a bit of strength returning to her body. She rotated her wrists, finally feeling somewhat like her limbs were intact again.

Bingxue Forest consisted of two courtyards. Ah Wu was in the back courtyard. Although she could not see the Shuangjian Tower standing across the water in front, she could see its upturned eaves. This undoubtedly planted a rapidly growing seed in Ah Wu’s utterly bored and languid mind.

Ah Wu wondered if, given Chu Mao’s behavior today, she could ask to lie down in the Shuangjian Tower. If not, she wondered if pretending to have a headache and chest tightness could garner some of Chu Mao’s sympathy and persuade him to agree.

So, Ah Wu was the kind of person who would forget the pain as soon as the wound healed. She’d only been beaten up not long ago, almost died, and now she was already thinking about how to scheme against Chu Mao’s treasure.

Halfway there, Ah Wu was enjoying the sun when Chu Mao hurriedly came back to the backyard and carried her back inside. “A little sunbathing is enough.”

Ah Wu was about to explode when Chu Mao added, “Want to get tanned like a country bumpkin?”

Ah Wu realized how venomous Chu Mao’s words were. He was the one who looked like a country bumpkin! Ah Wu was still resentful that Chu Mao had told her she had not used any paper; he’d completely humiliated her.

Fortunately, Ah Wu had only just woken up and was not very energetic. She drifted off to sleep again, barely managing to stay awake to take her medicine and eat.

As darkness fell outside, Ah Wu felt her remaining strength drain away again. “Why are there mosquitoes buzzing outside?” she asked listlessly, even though it was the dead of winter.

As night fell, the 108 Taoist priests invited from the Baiyun Temple outside Bingxue Forest began their rituals. From inside the room, the buzzing sounded like mosquitoes.

“Why is there a pagoda hanging above the bed?” Ah Wu asked, half-asleep, only then noticing that it was not an incense ball but a delicate, gilded pagoda.

The answer to Ah Wu was, “Do you need to urinate?”

Ah Wu had been holding it in all afternoon, but Chu Mao was right; even when Wen-Mei was watching over her that afternoon, she had not dared to ask Wen-Mei to serve her. Of course, she absolutely did not want Chu Mao to serve her either.

Before Ah Wu could think of an answer, Chu Mao pressed on her lower abdomen again. She cried out, “Ahh!” and almost vomited.

Chu Mao lifted Ah Wu onto the Ruyi barrel and tried to untie her belt, but Ah Wu repeatedly said, “I can do it myself; I can do it myself.”

Chu Mao stopped.

Ah Wu could not help but say again, “Get out; do not stay by the door. Go to the side room.” She would not even let Chu Mao stay in the inner room.

Chu Mao could not help but laugh. “Alright, be careful.”

Ah Wu breathed a sigh of relief at his words, but then saw Chu Mao turn around and say, “Actually, I can still hear you in the side room.” There was no way around it; martial artists had sharp ears and eyes.

“You…” Ah Wu’s face turned red with anger.

Actually, Ah Wu misunderstood Chu Mao. He just wanted to express one thing: he would not go to the side room.

Ah Wu had probably become a little thick-skinned from Chu Mao’s teasing. She stopped holding back her urination, just wanting to end this torture as soon as possible. Then, she leaned against the cabinet to get up and fastened her belt. Despite feeling dizzy and lightheaded, she forced herself to walk to the door.

Hearing her footsteps, Chu Mao came in and carried Ah Wu to the bathing room.

Ah Wu did not want to bathe but was too embarrassed to ask Chu Mao, as it would make her seem unclean. “I will wash myself,” Ah Wu said, clutching her clothes to prevent Chu Mao from undressing her.

“You think you can scrub clean with that much strength?” Chu Mao retorted.

Ah Wu trembled with anger at Chu Mao’s words, as if she had been covered in mud in just half a day.

Chu Mao lowered his head and stopped trying to remove Ah Wu’s top, instead quickly unfastening her light green underpants that immediately slid down to her ankles.

At the same time, Ah Wu felt her underwear loosen and tried to pull it up, but Chu Mao swiftly untied the straps of her clothes as well. Ah Wu gasped, then quickly crossed her arms over her chest.

Actually, if Ah Wu had not been so boisterous, it probably would not have bothered Chu Mao too much. After all, it was just a routine bath, and he naturally knew how to restrain himself.

But Ah Wu stood before him, so fresh and lively, her arms squeezing against her chest, transforming her small, round breasts into alluring peaches.

Ah Wu was already thin, but now she was even thinner, the curve of her collarbone breathtakingly beautiful, making one almost want to lie down in that white jade pool. Moreover, she was already stunningly beautiful, and now, steamed by the bathwater, she appeared even more dewy and supple, as if one could squeeze water out of her. Her cheeks were flushed, her starry eyes shy, and her exasperation added to her intoxicating charm.

Chu Mao found her absolutely beautiful, flawless in every way; to add or subtract even a fraction would be an unforgivable desecration. His hand, already around Ah Wu’s waist to prevent her from falling, felt her smooth, silky skin, a mixture of wanting to crush and torment her, yet fearing she would crumble like tofu. This internal conflict was almost unbearable.

Chu Mao dared not look into Ah Wu’s eyes any longer. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on her slender waist, then down to the curves of her breasts.

Chu Mao’s hand tightened, unable to restrain himself any longer. He gently lifted Ah Wu’s body and invaded her lips and tongue. Ah Wu, unaccustomed to such intimacy, gasped as Chu Mao seized the opportunity, his tongue sweeping over hers.

Ah Wu’s breasts also suffered ravages. Her small buds were pinched, rubbed, and kneaded by Chu Mao’s fingers. This was a completely different experience from when she took a bath earlier that day. Compared to that, she was truly being bullied badly.

Ah Wu tried to hit, kick, scratch, and claw, but her strength was only enough to tickle someone. She kept backing away, her foot slipped, and she fell backward. Chu Mao’s mouth slipped and landed on her nipple. He was truly blinded by lust; even as they both fell into the water, he still had to suck on that bright red cherry before he was satisfied.

Fortunately, Chu Mao was agile. As they fell, he flipped Ah Wu over so she sat on top of him. Ah Wu instinctively tried to prop herself up, but she overestimated her strength and slid forward, landing on top of Chu Mao and shoving one of her nipples into his mouth.

Just as Ah Wu was at a loss for words, Chu Mao stopped teasing her and instead picked her up. “Did you hurt yourself anywhere?” Chu Mao noticed Ah Wu’s hair was wet, and, fearing she would catch a cold and worsen the situation, he disregarded his own clamoring desires.

Ah Wu, feeling utterly ashamed and indignant at Chu Mao’s touch, cried out, “No, I did not hurt myself. Go away, go away!”

“Alright, alright, I will not bother you anymore. Your hair is wet; let me wash it for you.” Chu Mao stepped out of the bath, quickly washed Ah Wu’s body, placed her head on the jade pillow by the pool, and applied fragrant hair cream.

Finally, Chu Mao dressed Ah Wu, wrung out her hair, and then carried her to the bed, placing her head on his lap. Wen-Mei had already prepared the incense burner, but Chu Mao did not ask her for help; he himself began to incense Ah Wu’s hair, afraid she would catch a cold if she slept with wet hair.

Ah Wu, already exhausted from Chu Mao’s earlier fuss, became even more tired after soaking in the hot water. She no longer had the strength to say “no,” letting Chu Mao knead and wash her hair as he pleased. Now she had fallen asleep.

Wen-Mei stood in the corner, trying to minimize her presence, secretly watching the perfect couple on the bed. Because of the vast difference in their circumstances, she could not even feel jealousy towards Ah Wu; she only greedily observed the tender expression on Prince Qi’s face, an expression she had never seen before.

Author’s Note:
Uh, I forgot to mention yesterday that I changed the 7-day coma in chapter 161 to 8 days. Thank you, everyone, for reminding me; 7 days really was not enough time for Brother Si-Mao to master his skills.
T/N: This has already been changed when we published Chapter 161.