Four Seasons Brocade – CH 207

Chapter 207 ☆、

After last night, Ah Wu was no longer the naive girl she once was. Besides, Chu Mao’s erection was so intense that Ah Wu was too frightened to move. “Your Highness—”

Ah Wu regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth. She did not know how such a seductive voice could have come out of her own mouth. She had intended to reject Chu Mao, but to herself, the voice sounded like an invitation.

“Your Highness, it’s still painful,” Ah Wu said hastily and briefly, trying to make up for her earlier mistake. Her voice, naturally sweet, carried a slight drawl to the “ful,” making it sound like a coquettish plea. The fact that her pain was caused by Chu Mao only amplified Chu Mao’s distorted sense of satisfaction, like dry tinder igniting a fire he could no longer control.

“Ah Wu, Ah Wu, do not be afraid.” Chu Mao’s voice was deep and murmuring, like an ancient melody played on a zither, carrying a deceptive yet comforting quality.

Ah Wu was naturally terrified. Seizing any opportunity, she darted to the side. Chu Mao, initially worried about hurting or pressing down on her, had loosened his grip. But Ah Wu’s uncooperative attitude only fueled his arousal. He grabbed her leg, and, pulling her down beneath him, with a “rip,” Ah Wu’s underpants tore in two, revealing her delicate, pink vulva, which trembled under Chu Mao’s burning gaze.

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Ah Wu gasped, clutching Chu Mao’s clothes to keep from collapsing in fear. Chu Mao forcefully spread her legs, placing them on either side of his waist, her petals already forcefully parted.

“No…” Ah Wu pleaded softly, her voice trembling with sobs.

“Do not move, and I will not go in,” Chu Mao said soothingly, kissing Ah Wu’s forehead.

Ah Wu nodded hastily, her trembling eyelashes like butterfly wings fluttering in the wind, seemingly on the verge of collapse. Her fragility only fueled Chu Mao’s desire to shatter her completely and start over.

Her snow-white undergarment hung loosely on her shoulder, revealing most of her smooth, white shoulder and delicate, alluring collarbone. Her breasts were half-hidden behind her pink and gold-embroidered crabapple blossom bodice. This breathtaking sight made Chu Mao’s eyes redden, and he swallowed hard, but he had to restrain himself, no matter how much he desired it.

Chu Mao bent down and used his nose to brush aside the unsightly bodice, revealing the sweet, red nipple. His fingers, however, probed into a maddening place. The flesh of her vulva quickly closed, gripping his fingertips tightly, making it impossible for him to move. He could only patiently circle in place, gently kneading the tender bud.

A tingling, numb sensation traveled from Ah Wu’s toes up her back. Ah Wu punched Chu Mao hard. She had not expected that their intimate encounter would leave her with no semblance of modesty, so direct and crude, forcing her to open her entire body for his exploration. This was psychologically unbearable for Ah Wu. “Did you not say you would not…”

“You know I am going to go in,” Chu Mao said mercilessly, piercing Ah Wu’s shame.

Ah Wu glared angrily, trying to kick Chu Mao, but he grabbed her foot and hoisted it onto his shoulder. He turned his head and kissed the instep of Ah Wu’s foot, clearly feeling her tremor.

Chu Mao’s heart stirred. He cupped Ah Wu’s foot and began to kiss and peck at it tenderly. Ah Wu’s foot was small, round, and white, her five toes like delicate peach petals in early spring, soft and lovely. It was a unique pleasure to hold it in his mouth. Chu Mao had wanted to do this ever since he first saw Ah Wu’s bare, exposed feet.

His fingers then explored deeper, where there was already a trickle of moisture.

Chu Mao kissed Ah Wu all over her body, seemingly exploring something, until she herself became dizzy and disoriented as he conquered her.

“Gently, gently…” Ah Wu murmured sweetly, her voice soft and sweet, as if a gentle press could squeeze out sweet juice. Chu Mao loved Ah Wu’s voice, and he used even more force, thrusting wildly and haphazardly, causing Ah Wu to cry out softly, like a peony petal being crumpled and dripping with crimson.

Outside, Zi-Shan and Zi-Yi, who were serving the night, exchanged a glance and quickly turned away, their faces flushed. They had not expected the activity inside to be so vigorous. The creaking of the cot began and ended, then began again, accompanied by Ah Wu’s faint sobs, sounding utterly pitiful.

Later, Zi-Shan and Zi-Yi went in to change the sheets, neither daring to look at the crumpled blankets. Ah Wu, drowsy and disoriented, was carried from the bathing room to the bed by Chu Mao. She fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow, completely unaware of when Chu Mao got up or left.

For the next few days, Ah Wu lived in a daze. Fortunately, she did not have to manage the household affairs; otherwise, with her bedridden state, who knows how much work would have piled up?

One day, Chu Mao returned home to find Ah Wu lying listlessly on the bed. Seeing him enter, she was too lazy to get up, barely opening her mouth, only twitching her eyelids slightly.

Chu Mao changed his clothes and came out of the bathing room. He sat on the edge of the bed and began massaging Ah Wu’s back. He was skilled in martial arts and knowledgeable about acupoints, making his massage exceptionally comfortable. If it were not for his massages these past few days, Ah Wu would have doubted whether she could even straighten her back. Chu Mao was like the legendary glutton, insatiable, to the point that Ah Wu both feared and resented him, resenting that he would not stay in his Bingxue Forest like before, instead of bothering her at her Yulan Hall.

While massaging Ah Wu’s back, Chu Mao was preoccupied with the pills Ling Yu had sent that day. They were supposedly from the Jing family; the women of the Jing family were all alluring beauties who captivated the Emperor, each the most favored concubine in the harem. However, with so many women around the Emperor, even a slight lapse could lead to a power struggle. Therefore, to serve the Emperor, the Jing women naturally had to be skilled in contraception and also ensure their fertility. These pills were what they used, one pill a month.

Chu Mao had originally discussed contraception with Ah Wu, and although she verbally agreed, judging from her foolish actions a few days ago, she knew that Ah Wu still cared about having children. It was no wonder Ah Wu was worried; a woman only had a foothold in the family if she gave birth to a son. However, Chu Mao’s heart was only set on Ah Wu, so he believed Ah Wu did not need to worry about this.

Chu Mao thought and thought, but still did not know how to mention the pills to Ah Wu. After all, no matter how well he made up an excuse, the main reason was that he could not bear to give up the experience. Chu Mao figured it would not be too late to talk about pregnancy in a few months; after all, Ah Wu was still quite young, so he decided to keep it a secret from her.

A few days later, Zou Mingshan came to take his pulse. Having already received Chu Mao’s instructions, he mixed the pills with other health-preserving pills and gave them to Ah Wu, instructing her to take one pill a month.

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Ah Wu, however, remained oblivious, secretly praying to Buddha every day with unwavering devotion, hoping to conceive soon so she could escape Chu Mao’s insatiable demands. Although the pain had lessened, she still could not understand why Chu Mao was so obsessed with this affair; it only brought exhaustion. Ah Wu desperately wanted to get pregnant, and it had to be a son, so she would never have to endure such torment again.

That day, a palace eunuch delivered an imperial decree, announcing that it was the birthday of Pure Consort Yuan at Yonghe Palace. The Emperor would be hosting a family banquet at the Huayue Shuanghui Pavilion, and all princes and princesses were required to attend the celebrations at Yonghe Palace.

Ah Wu had only ever heard of noblewomen paying homage to the Empress on her birthday, but she had never heard of princes and princesses paying homage to a consort’s birthday. Although Ah Wu was disgusted by the Longqing Emperor’s favor towards Yuan Rongmeng, she also became more wary of her. Yuan Rongmeng’s rapid rise to favor, while partly due to her looks, revealed her cunning.

Ah Wu could not help but wonder what the story and unresolved issues were between the Longqing Emperor and Empress Xiaozhen that allowed him to simultaneously hate her so much that he would not allow her to rest in peace, while at the same time showering Yuan Rongmeng with affection.

When Chu Mao returned, he found Ah Wu leaning against the window, lost in thought. Knowing she was worried about going to the palace the next day, he went over and pulled her into his arms, placing her on his lap.

Ah Wu struggled slightly, seemingly unconcerned about the heat of the embrace. Ah Wu’s skin was as smooth as ice and jade, and Chu Mao felt comfortable holding her. Ah Wu, however, felt like she was leaning against a fireplace and complained coquettishly, “It’s hot.”

Chu Mao, however, did not put Ah Wu down. Instead, he picked up Ah Wu’s round fan and began fanning her. “Are you feeling better?”

Ah Wu could not describe Chu Mao’s behavior. He seemed to have a skin hunger disorder; as soon as he returned, he needed to be held and cuddled, unable to be separated from her presence for even a moment. Now, recalling his previous aloofness towards others, it was as if he were a completely different person. Ah Wu could only secretly marvel.

“Your Highness, have you prepared the birthday gifts for the Pure Consort tomorrow?” Ah Wu asked, her true intention not being the gifts but simply wanting to bring up the topic.

Chu Mao fanned himself with one hand and massaged Ah Wu’s lower back with the other. “You do not need to worry about the Pure Consort making things difficult for you. Just show her respect on the surface.”

Ah Wu looked at Chu Mao in surprise, wondering why he was so certain. She could not fathom what methods he had used to make Yuan Rongmeng submit. “What did Your Highness say to her?”

“What else could I say? I apologized on your behalf,” Chu Mao replied vaguely.

Ah Wu did not ask further. She sensed that the deal behind this was anything but good. Although Chu Mao needed Yuan Rongmeng to whisper in the Longqing Emperor’s ear, to put it bluntly, the Emperor’s birthday was approaching, and Yuan Rongmeng would have to rely on Chu Mao from now on.

That night, Chu Mao unusually let Ah Wu off the hook, and Ah Wu finally got a good night’s sleep. However, it was not enough. Before dawn, she got up and dressed in her formal attire, wearing a light-colored embroidered gauze robe. It was still early in the morning, and even the slightest movement felt too hot. Ah Wu and Chu Mao first went to Empress Tian’s palace to pay their respects and then went to Yonghe Palace.

Yuan Rongmeng sat regally on a rosewood throne with carved lotus patterns, wearing a gold and jeweled nine-tailed phoenix hairpin and an apricot-yellow gauze robe with eight cloud and dragon motifs. She was dignified and elegant. When she saw Ah Wu, the corners of her mouth slightly turned up, and her tortoiseshell-covered fingers gently tapped on the armrest of the throne.

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