Four Seasons Brocade – CH 175

Chapter 175 ☆、

Chu Mao turned around and saw that Ah Wu’s forehead was covered in cold sweat. Her watery eyes were no longer filled with flirtatious glances but with fear, a convulsive fear.

Before Chu Mao could react, Ah Wu pounced on him and hugged his neck. Her body was trembling violently; she could no longer stand and slid limply down.

“Ah Wu.” A hint of panic flashed in Chu Mao’s eyes. He picked her up, and with a light leap, he flew to the shore.

Ah Wu’s head was still buried in Chu Mao’s arms, refusing to lift it.

“Alright, it’s alright now. We are ashore. I will take you back to Ruijing Hall.” Chu Mao carried Ah Wu all the way back to Ruijing Hall.

Behind them, in the night, the maids serving at Jinxi Villa were still marveling at the dazzling beauty of Fanghe Stream tonight. It was the result of their two months of hard work, and the courtyards along the creek were adorned with colorful lanterns that twirled in the wind, making both banks of Fanghe Stream look like a celestial palace.

It was a pity that the person who should have seen it was now keeping her eyes closed, not even having the courage to open them.

Chu Mao secretly cursed the damned Ling Yu for giving him such a terrible idea.

Chu Mao placed Ah Wu on the bed, gently stroking her back. “Do not be afraid, I will watch over you. You will not fall. I will save you. Do not be afraid.” Chu Mao kissed Ah Wu’s forehead.

Ah Wu’s hand still clung tightly to Chu Mao’s clothes. They both simultaneously recalled the scene from the Lantern Festival that year when Chu Mao rescued her from the clutches of kidnappers and from the water. However, Chu Mao did not know that in Ah Wu’s previous life, he was the one who saved her when she fell into the water.

Ah Wu suddenly realized how unpredictable and interesting life was. Chu Mao saved her from falling into the water twice; he saved her more than once. Could it be that she was reborn to repay this Prince Qi?

Ah Wu shook her head. How could someone as ruthless as him have the fortune for someone to be reborn and repay him?

Ah Wu gradually calmed down, only then remembering her situation. She hurriedly and frantically pushed Chu Mao away. Chu Mao strongly disapproved of her ungrateful behavior. He had to admit, the feeling of her desperately clinging to him earlier was quite pleasant.

Chu Mao looked at Ah Wu, a sense of amusement rising within him. They were a married couple, yet she had made it seem as if a lord had forcibly taken a virtuous woman.

This thought reminded Chu Mao of the way her slender, snow-white body had cowered beneath his lips that afternoon.

“Ah Wu,” Chu Mao called softly.

Ah Wu was terrified of Chu Mao calling her that, just as he had called her that before he kissed her that afternoon. Ah Wu pressed her back tightly against the bedpost, trying her best to appear unafraid of Chu Mao.

“Your Highness, I am going to bed now,” Ah Wu said, raising her chin. As usual, His Highness Prince Qi should be leaving by now; at least that was what Ah Wu hoped for.

But Chu Mao smiled. This smile was different from his usual ones; the meaning behind it made Ah Wu’s heart leap three times—it was not a good omen. Chu Mao lowered the bed curtains. He and Ah Wu exchanged a glance; they seemed to be thinking the same thing. That afternoon, Ah Wu had pleaded with him breathlessly, “Lower the curtains, lower the curtains.”

Ah Wu, this paper tiger, was easily exposed. Her arrogant face instantly transformed into a pitiful expression. Unfortunately, no matter how clever she was, she had never experienced a man. She did not know that for Chu Mao at this moment, a pitiful act would not extinguish his fire or elicit pity; instead, it would only add fuel to the fire, making him want to chew her up and devour her.

“Ah Wu, I want to eat more,” Chu Mao said gently.

Ah Wu wanted to grab her hair and scream. Was this supposed to be eating? He said it so easily, without a hint of frivolity on his face, his expression perfectly natural, just like when he scolded her.

Before Ah Wu could react, Chu Mao grabbed her ample breasts. Ah Wu cried out in pain, but Chu Mao assumed he had used too much force. He had practiced martial arts since childhood, while Ah Wu was delicate and frail; he had not quite mastered the art of controlling his strength.

Now, Ah Wu was truly in pain. “It hurts, stop…” she gasped.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you this afternoon?” Chu Mao asked, though he did not believe her. He had long since seen through Ah Wu’s nature: a bully who preyed on the weak and feared the strong, always taking advantage of him. If you retreated, she would advance. He pitied her childhood trauma, and she took it for granted, thinking he should not stay overnight at Yulan Hall. A slight approach, and she would show disgust; a little force, and she would feign pain as if she had broken a bone, even fooling him.

Now, Chu Mao was pondering how much of Ah Wu’s inner turmoil was genuine and how much was feigned.

In truth, Chu Mao had not expected such a stroke of luck today. He had simply lost control. His words that afternoon were merely a playful jab born of uncontrollable frustration; who knew they would yield such a reward?

Ah Wu’s expression at that moment was truly remarkable—red and white, a mixture of anger and resentment, yet she dared not speak her anger. Her hands, clutching her clothes, struggled before ultimately lowering to cover her legs, revealing her firm, full breasts.

Such a tacit acquiescence was obvious to anyone but a fool.

Unfortunately, Ah Wu, this self-proclaimed clever fool, overthought things, proceeding with extreme caution. She could not afford to fall out with Prince Qi. She had to occasionally offer him sweet treats to maintain their marital harmony, and she had suffered the consequences of disobeying His Highness Prince Qi. Because she had too many concerns, she failed to jump up and scratch Chu Mao’s face in time, instead giving the wrong signal.

Actually, it was not the first time His Highness Prince Qi had tasted this pair of peaches, but Chu Mao had to admit that Ah Wu tasted far better when she was awake than when she was asleep.

“So sweet.”

Ah Wu’s entire body flushed instantly from the deliberate sucking sounds Chu Mao made; even her toes were covered in a pinkish sheen.

“Ah Wu, they are so beautiful.”

Ah Wu’s eyelashes trembled, and she involuntarily looked down, only to see a greedy head. She felt weak all over; she never dreamed she would have such a day, that her breasts would be in someone’s mouth. The sensation was both painful and itchy, a tingling, numb feeling that pulled all her bones away from her tailbone, forcing her to lie limply on the bed, struggling to cry out, “Lower the curtains.”

Out of sight, out of mind. Ah Wu figured he would get tired of it after a couple of bites; it was not a real peach, and she was not a breastfeeding woman, so there would not be any sweet juice. Being young and inexperienced, Ah Wu had no idea there was so much going on. Her breasts were being tossed around repeatedly. If Zi-Shan had not been desperately calling them for dinner, Ah Wu suspected her “peach” would have been stolen.

Meanwhile, the more Prince Qi recalled the past, the more he wanted to hear Ah Wu cry out in pain; it always excited him.

“It really hurts.” Ah Wu grabbed Chu Mao’s hand as he tried to tear open her clothes and heard him say in her ear, “I had not even had a chance to suckle this afternoon, and you were already complaining of pain. Is it not the same now?”

Ah Wu felt that all the blushing she’d ever experienced in two lifetimes had probably been used up in this one afternoon and evening. When Chu Mao undressed her to examine her injuries, she did not stop him, feeling a sense of resignation, just wanting to show him the mess he’d made.

The delicate pink nipple stood erect in the wind, a horizontal cut across it, now scabbed over. But the sight of that bloody stain on such perfect pink skin was still jarring.

The dense clusters of purple and blue marks on her chest were a testament to Prince Qi’s roughness that afternoon.

Even Chu Mao himself had not expected it to be so severe. After Zi-Shan called out that afternoon, Ah Wu had quickly wrapped herself in her clothes and slipped behind the screen. He had not had dinner with her because he was busy arranging things later. Chu Mao could not believe his self-control was so weak; how could he have hurt her? No wonder she cried out in pain before he even touched her.

Chu Mao covered Ah Wu with her clothes. “You should rest early.”

Ah Wu finally saw this shrew off and called Zi-Shan in to prepare water for her bath.

The next day, after returning home, Ah Wu had a truly unforgettable birthday experience—painful and frightening. She hoped her next birthday would not be like this.

Meanwhile, after returning home, Prince Qi plunged into Bingxue Forest and Xu Xian Hall, disappearing for several days.

Ah Wu was not surprised; in fact, she breathed a sigh of relief.

As for Lu Ruoxing, upon returning, he frantically searched for the books the Fourth Prince had asked him to find. Two were easy to find, readily available in the market, but the other two were quite difficult. Until he had all the books, Lu Ruoxing dared not serve his master.

“Your Highness, I have found the books you asked for last time,” Lu Ruoxing said, carrying the books.

“Hmm, put them down,” a voice came from above.

Lu Ruoxing stepped forward and placed the books on the table, bowing his head. “A few picture albums were also sold along with these books; I brought them along as well.” Lu Ruoxing spoke in a low, careful voice, afraid of angering his master by acting on his own initiative. However, he had no choice but to take the risk, because Eunuch Li Yanguang had recovered and returned to serve the mansion these past two days. Although his master had not made any arrangements yet, Lu Ruoxing was still uneasy; after all, he had not served the Fourth Prince as long as Li Yanguang.

“Hmm. Have someone send a bowl of papaya stewed with milk to Yulan Hall every day.”

Lu Ruoxing turned and left, a smile on his face. It seemed his gamble had paid off.

The Taoist classics, including Suwen, Nujing, Dongxuanzi, Yufang Mijue, and Yufang Zhiyao, emphasized health preservation, particularly in the areas of sexual health. Chu Mao tapped his fingers on them several times before finally opening the cover.

The Suwen, Nujing stated, “Yin and Yang respond to each other; therefore, Yang is not pleased without Yin, and Yin is not aroused without Yang.” It further stated, “The most undesirable situation is when the man desires penetration but the woman is not pleased, or when the woman desires penetration but the man is not pleased; their hearts are not in harmony, their essence and energy are not in sync, and this is compounded by sudden and violent penetration, without the full expression of pleasure.” It stipulated that “the man desires the woman, and the woman desires the man; their feelings are in harmony, and both experience pleasure.”

Chu Mao frowned in thought, continuing to read. The Suwen, Nujing also discussed the techniques of intercourse, mentioning “Dragon Turning” and “Tiger Steps”… “The first is Dragon Turning: The woman lies supine, facing upwards; the man lies on top of her, his thighs hidden on the bed. The woman climbs onto his genitals to receive his penis, thrusting into her vagina, then attacking the upper body with gentle, undulating movements, eight shallow thrusts and two deep ones, a process of death followed by rebirth, strong and powerful. The woman experiences intense pleasure, like a courtesan, leading to self-control and the disappearance of all ailments. The second is Tiger Steps…”

His Highness Prince Qi learned for the first time that there were so many intricacies involved; he had indeed been rash.

Furthermore, the Yufang Mijue recorded formulas such as “Treatment for Initial Sexual Intercourse Pain” and “Treatment for Vulvar Swelling and Pain.” His Highness Prince Qi carefully examined them, and by the time he rose, dawn had broken; he had spent another sleepless night.

Author’s Note:
Brother Si-Mao: Chinese culture is profound and extensive