Four Seasons Brocade – CH 213

Chapter 213 ☆、

Dinner that day was naturally very late. It was the height of summer, and the night was so hot that it was hard to sleep. Chu Mao took Ah Wu for a walk in the garden to aid digestion.

“Your Highness, have you found out the origins of that bald monk?” Ah Wu shook her fan, trying to shoo away the swarms of flying insects in front of her.

Chu Mao remained silent. The bald monk had been subdued by the guards as soon as he left the mansion. From beginning to end, he vehemently insisted that Ah Wu was someone who should have died long ago, and regarding the demonic artifacts at the Hongyao Villa, he maintained that he had seen them with his divine power. Even under torture, he would not change his story. Such a person was a scourge to the world.

Chu Mao did not want to tell Ah Wu such sordid matters, only saying, “I’ve already sent people to investigate. I expect news in a few days.”

“Your Highness has not said how you are going to help me yet?” Ah Wu had asked this question many times already.

Chu Mao smiled and said, “Is it not helping you by taking back the power of managing the household affairs?”

Ah Wu stared intently at Chu Mao, wondering if he had not suspected her from the beginning, which was why he had seized the opportunity to take back the power of managing the household affairs. Ah Wu remembered that not long after she married into the family, Chu Mao had also stated that letting Nanny Hao manage the household affairs was only temporary, only that “temporary” had been far too long.

However, Ah Wu could understand. Nanny Hao managed the household affairs extremely well, and it was indeed difficult to take back the power of managing the household affairs without a reason.

But the help Ah Wu was referring to was not the power of managing the household affairs. She did not believe Chu Mao did not understand, but his current denial made Ah Wu suspect that his earlier silence was perhaps an attempt to “demand a benefit.”

Thinking back to how she had been completely at his mercy, Ah Wu could not help but grit her teeth. “Why did you not say so earlier?”

Chu Mao adored her embarrassed and angry expression. He leaned down and whispered in Ah Wu’s ear, “If I had said so earlier, how could you have let me…”

“Chu Mao!” Ah Wu stamped her foot and could not resist pinching Chu Mao’s waist, eliciting an exaggerated “Ouch!” from him.

Ah Wu quickly glanced back like a thief. The servants, Zi-Shan and Wen-Mei, were all staring at the ground as if there were hidden gold, clearly trying to suppress their laughter. Ah Wu glared at Chu Mao, even more annoyed.

Chu Mao, holding Ah Wu’s hand, climbed Feilai Peak, leaving everyone else below. He put his arm around Ah Wu’s waist, and the two gazed together at the bright moon in the sky. “No matter what, I will always be on your side, Ah Wu.”

These words were more touching to Ah Wu than any sweet talk in the world. Right now, what she wanted most was Chu Mao’s support.

Ah Wu turned to look at Chu Mao. “Your Highness, is that true?”

Chu Mao’s expression was slightly complicated. “You do not believe what I say?”

Ah Wu thought about it. Her words had indeed been hurtful. To be honest, Chu Mao seemed to have always been on her side.

Ah Wu smiled shyly at Chu Mao.

The moonlight bathed Ah Wu’s face, a soft, pearly glow emanating from her skin, like moonlight flowing from the moon itself—a sight to behold. Her starlike eyes held a playful smile, and her lips were like cherries in the fourth month, full and red.

Chu Mao lowered his head and captured Ah Wu’s lips, gently pecking and tracing them with his tongue. Ah Wu tilted her face back, but Chu Mao’s hands held the back of her head, preventing her from retreating; she could only endure his exploration.

“Chu, Chu…” Ah Wu felt that Chu Mao was like a different person. Initially, he had been aloof, wanting her to stay far away, but now he seemed to be suffering from a thirst for her, wanting to hold her and kiss her all the time.

“Ah Wu, let’s go back,” Chu Mao said in a low, husky voice, still wanting more.

Ah Wu was not stupid. She turned her head away and said, “I am still full.”

Chu Mao did not press Ah Wu. He looked at a lush tree nearby, his eyes brightening. He half-embraced, half-dragged Ah Wu to the tree, pressing her against the trunk. Feilai Peak was a group of artificial mountains, grand and imposing. This tree, its roots embedded in the cracks of the rocks, had grown into a dense, shady canopy, partially obscuring the view of others.

“Your Highness,” Ah Wu called out, her back aching from the rough bark of the tree, the summer dress she wore thin.

Chu Mao placed one hand under Ah Wu’s back, while the other lifted her dress.

Ah Wu was utterly shocked that Chu Mao would be so bold, daring to slip his hand under her dress in public. She turned pale with fright; if anyone saw this, how could she live with herself?

“Chu…” Ah Wu’s ‘righteous indignation’ was cut short by Chu Mao, who then grasped her breasts in his hand.

Ah Wu trembled slightly from the stimulation; she was so ashamed that she wished she could disappear into the ground, yet she could not break free. Only a soft “humming” sound escaped her nose, adding to her allure.

Ah Wu tried to push Chu Mao away, but Chu Mao’s feet seemed rooted to the spot. Her strength was more like a tickle; it felt as if Ah Wu’s nipples were being pinched and kneaded between his thumbs, causing them to swell and ache.

Finally, Ah Wu was released and caught her breath. She hurriedly begged for mercy, “Your Highness, let’s go back, alright? It’s getting chilly with the night dew.”

“No,” Chu Mao slowly uttered, turning his head to shower Ah Wu’s collarbone with kisses, his hand sliding down to the hollow of her skin.

Ah Wu froze. She felt Chu Mao pulling down her underpants, which had already slipped down to halfway down her buttocks. Ah Wu frantically started punching Chu Mao, but Chu Mao seemed intent on abusing her, his fingers already forcefully piercing inside.

Ah Wu gasped, but then heard Chu Mao say, “Do not move, or the people below will hear.”

Ah Wu indeed dared not move again. Her crimson valley was now a muddy mess, and she looked like a wronged wife, blinking her teary eyes, hoping for mercy. Ah Wu even pitifully kissed Chu Mao’s chin, her voice trembling with tears, “Your Highness, Your Highness, let’s go back, alright, alright?”

Chu Mao pecked at Ah Wu’s eyelids, then glanced at the not-so-thick tree trunk behind her. If there was any movement, the swaying branches would not look very nice, and Ah Wu was so easily embarrassed; if he went too far, it might damage their relationship.

Ah Wu felt Chu Mao step back, pull up her trousers, and straighten her skirt. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

“Ah Wu, kiss me, or I will not let you go back,” Chu Mao said, pressing his lips to Ah Wu’s forehead.

At this moment, Chu Mao would even let Ah Wu call him “Papa.” Ah Wu enthusiastically kissed Chu Mao’s lips, chin, and cheeks several times, just in case he used her as an excuse to back out.

Chu Mao tidied Ah Wu’s hair before taking her hand and guiding her down the artificial hill. Ah Wu held her skirt in one hand and placed the other in Chu Mao’s palm, inching her way down step by step. She was not usually this careful, but with Chu Mao leading her, she unconsciously became even more “useless.”

Once on level ground, Ah Wu did not even dare glance at Zi-Shan and the others. She forcefully pushed Chu Mao away, keeping a distance of about three people, disregarding any sense of hierarchy, and quickly walked ahead on her own.

Only after entering the bathing room did Ah Wu turn to Zi-Shan and fiercely say, “You did not see anything tonight, you know that?!”

Zi-Shan was stunned, not understanding Ah Wu’s meaning. “This servant really did not see anything.”

Ah Wu blushed, only then realizing she had been too guilty. In reality, when Chu Mao told them to stay under the artificial hill, these maids, exhausted from a whole day, certainly did not stay obediently; they naturally went to rest and drink tea.

“Hmm,” Ah Wu awkwardly replied.

Ah Wu tiptoed silently out of the bathing room, peeking at Chu Mao through the gap in the screen. He was holding a book, engrossed in reading. Ah Wu then tiptoed quickly to the bedside, curled up against the wall, and pretended to fall asleep immediately, even controlling her breathing to be even.

Unfortunately, the more she tried to sleep, the less she could. Just thinking about how Chu Mao had treated her on the artificial hill made her face burn like it could fry an egg. She was furious at herself for being so spineless as to let Chu Mao take advantage of her.

Ah Wu buried her head in the thin blanket like a turtle, but then she heard Chu Mao chuckle softly behind her. She did not dare look at him, burying her head even deeper.

But Chu Mao ignored her, casually pulling back the blanket and reaching to untie Ah Wu’s belt. Ah Wu secretly gloated, having tied the belt into a tight knot. Now let’s see how Chu Mao would manage.

Ah Wu’s smugness lasted only a moment before she heard the sound of tearing silk. Her white silk underpants had ripped apart. “Ouch, ouch, you…”

“I will have the embroiderers in the mansion make you dozens more tomorrow,” Chu Mao said, covering Ah Wu.

Dozens of pairs? Was he going to tear them up for fun? Ah Wu was indignant. How was she to explain these pants to Zi-Shan and the others when they cleaned the room the next morning?

However, Ah Wu was worrying unnecessarily. The next day, when Zi-Shan and the others came in to clean the room, she was still fast asleep, completely oblivious. She would not have time to explain.

When Ah Wu opened her eyes, her first thought was not about the torn underwear. A slight smile curved her lips. Tang Yin had been right; men were indeed much easier to talk to in bed. Ah Wu had just managed to get two bodyguards out of Chu Mao’s hands.

After breakfast, Ah Wu headed towards Bingxue Forest. Chu Mao had said last night that Lu Ruoxing would arrange everything for her. In Bingxue Forest, she inevitably saw the Shuangjian Tower across the way. Ah Wu thought for a moment, then suppressed her urge to go in. She knew without a doubt how Chu Mao would use the Shuangjian Tower to blackmail her.

As Ah Wu entered the western part of Bingxue Forest, Lu Ruoxing led two people in. Ah Wu recognized them immediately: He Chun and He Shui.