Four Seasons Brocade – CH 231

Chapter 231 ☆、

Meanwhile, Ah Wu was wandering aimlessly beneath the spiderweb-like artificial hills. Having never been to Guitian Garden before, Ah Wu had never imagined that the area beneath the artificial hills surrounding Hanqing Pond would be so intricate—perfectly suited to her needs.

Even in the height of summer, the interior of the artificial hill was somewhat cool. Ah Wu, dressed rather lightly, could not help but sneeze, quickly covering her mouth and quietly shifting to another spot.

Footsteps echoed from inside the hill. Ah Wu could recognize Chu Mao’s distinctive gait—provided he was willing to let her hear them, of course. His Highness Prince Qi frequently displayed his ability to appear silently behind her.

Ah Wu’s heart was in her throat, but then she heard Chu Mao’s voice echoing inside the hill, “Ah Wu, I see you.”

Ah Wu, who always considered herself a noble and elegant lady, cursed inwardly, “You cannot see anything!” But despite her curse, Ah Wu could not help but start moving again—a sign of her lack of confidence.

Like a gecko, Ah Wu moved stealthily along the mountain wall. Luckily, she was wearing soft-soled indoor shoes, so her footsteps were almost silent. Seeing a light to her left, Ah Wu realized Chu Mao was darting around inside the mountain; this was a good opportunity to head out.

They said the most dangerous place was the safest place. Ah Wu had already chosen her next foothold.

Chu Mao’s footsteps drew closer. Ah Wu quickly slipped out, holding her breath and pressing her back against the artificial mountain wall, afraid to move. Chu Mao was now standing inside the mountain behind her. Only after hearing the footsteps fade did Ah Wu breathe a sigh of relief, crouching low, trying to cross the Hanqing Pond as quickly as possible and return to Lanxue Hall.

Therefore, Ah Wu chose the shortest but also the most dangerous route: the Qianyue Bridge across the Hanqing Pond, directly opposite the artificial mountain, leading to Lanxue Hall—the shortest distance.

Just as Ah Wu reached the middle of the bridge, she heard the lecherous voice behind her, “Look what I’ve found!”

Ah Wu was so frightened she did not dare turn around, screaming and trying to run away, but Chu Mao ruthlessly pulled her back from behind.

“Hmm—” Chu Mao breathed on Ah Wu’s neck, letting out a long sigh. “Where did this little lady come from, so fragrant and fair?”

Ah Wu, pressed close to Chu Mao, was somewhat startled by his astonishing heat. Because of Yuan Rongmeng’s matter, they had not been intimate for over ten days. Knowing Chu Mao as she did, she was certain that His Highness Prince Qi would be indulging today. Ah Wu knew she could not escape, but she did not want to do something shameful outside, so she pleaded, “I give up, I give up, let’s go inside, alright? Jinghui, let’s go inside.” Ah Wu reached out and took Chu Mao’s hand.

“What are you going in for?” Chu Mao’s voice was hoarse from suppressing his laughter.

What was she going in for? It was a rhetorical question, but Ah Wu could not answer.

“Go inside and let me fuck you?” Chu Mao chuckled, his lips close to Ah Wu’s ear.

Ah Wu remained silent.

“Will you talk or not?” Chu Mao mischievously pressed his burning member against Ah Wu’s abdomen.

Ah Wu nodded vigorously, her voice filled with shame and anger, “Yes!”

“Tsk tsk tsk, the world is going to the dogs! These days, young women are so bold, dressed practically naked, flaunting their breasts in public, and even daring to drag strange men into their homes, letting…”

Ah Wu stared wide-eyed at Chu Mao, wondering if His Highness the Prince had lost his mind. He was not a strange man at all! But when Ah Wu saw the smile in Chu Mao’s eyes, she immediately understood his intentions.

This man was utterly despicable, completely turning the tables on her and speaking such vile and vulgar words! “Chu Mao!” Ah Wu trembled with rage.

“Oh, so you already knew my name, Young Lady. Dressed so scantily, you deliberately came to seduce me, did you not?” Chu Mao’s hand had already slid down Ah Wu’s bare back, cupping her shapely buttocks.

Hearing Chu Mao say this, Ah Wu knew he was determined to play with her. Ah Wu did not understand Chu Mao’s mentality; who would play with their wife like this? But what Ah Wu did not want to admit was that she felt a strange, small excitement within her.

“What nonsense are you spouting? You lecherous scoundrel! Do you know who I am? Let me go, or you will regret it!” Ah Wu mimicked Chu Mao’s affected tone.

“Who could you be? Judging by your appearance, you are no respectable woman. Perhaps you are the top courtesan of some brothel?” Chu Mao’s other hand slipped inside Ah Wu’s clothes.

Ah Wu was furious. Who had lied to her, saying that the top courtesan would not wear such clothes? She raised her foot to kick Chu Mao.

Chu Mao blocked Ah Wu’s leg. “Trying to murder your husband!”

“What kind of husband are you, you lecherous scoundrel!” Ah Wu retorted angrily.

Chu Mao flipped Ah Wu over and pinned her against the railing of the Qianyue Bridge. “Hmm, then this man who is not your husband will taste the flavor of Princess Qi.”

“Jinghui, let me go! Let’s go inside, alright?” Ah Wu was practically in tears. Chu Mao was really going to do it outside. Her skirt had already been lifted, and she heard the sound of her underpants tearing.

“No,” Chu Mao replied succinctly.

The Qianyue Bridge was a small bamboo bridge, looking precarious. With Chu Mao pressing down on Ah Wu and slamming her against it, creaking and groaning sounds emanated from its structure. Ah Wu was terrified that the bridge would collapse at any moment.

Below Ah Wu, the Hanqing Pond was calm and still, its crystal-clear waters reflecting her image perfectly. She looked like a magnolia blossom trembling in a strong wind.

Ah Wu was terrified. She was afraid someone would break in and see her, afraid the bridge would collapse, and afraid of her own pitiful state.

Ah Wu, limp and soft, was being caressed and rubbed by Chu Mao, sobbing, “No more, Jinghui, no more.”

Chu Mao, however, was like a madman. The more Ah Wu cried out, the faster and deeper he thrust, saying, “The Princess’s taste is indeed extraordinary, so intoxicating.”

“Look at you, Ah Wu.” Chu Mao looked down at the water from Ah Wu’s shoulder. “You little liar, still crying ‘no more, no more.’ Look at yourself…” Chu Mao freed one hand and grasped Ah Wu’s hanging hand… The milky fruit in the air, “Suck it, Ah Wu, suck it.”

Ah Wu’s tears fell in the Hanqing Pool, weakly cursing, “Chu Mao, you bastard!”

Finally, both of them looked like they’d been pulled from the water. Chu Mao carried Ah Wu in his arms towards Lanxue Hall. She looked back at the Qianyue Bridge; it had not collapsed, and it was really sturdy. Then she kicked her legs in the air, crying out, “Jinghui, my, my underpants are still here…” still lying tattered on the bridge.

Behind Lanxue Hall was a hot spring. Chu Mao put Ah Wu in the water before turning back to retrieve the underpants; otherwise, Ah Wu would have truly thrown a tantrum.

The two of them fussed on the bridge for a while. Ah Wu considered the day’s ordeal over, but when she climbed out of the water, Chu Mao forced her to put on another thin shirt, barely covering her upper legs.

“I am not hiding anymore,” Ah Wu said as Chu Mao led her to the door.

Chu Mao remained silent.

“The result is the same anyway,” Ah Wu pouted, and in her opinion, not resisting was worse.

Chu Mao did not speak, merely smoothing out non-existent wrinkles on his sleeves—a gesture of complete subjugation without a word.

“Can we not just talk inside for a bit, Jinghui?” Ah Wu said pitifully, then turned and, with lightning speed, kicked Prince Qi in the groin before running away.

The air was filled with Ah Wu’s silvery laughter and Chu Mao’s painful groans. Even if it meant losing eight hundred to hurt herself, Ah Wu was willing; hearing Prince Qi’s painful groans made all the suffering she had endured today worthwhile.

Ah Wu darted swiftly through the cavern of the artificial hill, like a fawn, while the recovered Prince Qi chased after her in a “furious” frenzy, calling out, “Rong Xuan!”

Ah Wu’s laughter echoed through the cavern, sounding particularly arrogant. Admitting defeat was indeed harmful; one had to be bolder—that was Ah Wu’s conclusion for the day.

So even when Chu Mao finally caught Ah Wu, trapping her between his arm and the wall, she still held her head high, refusing to admit defeat, and defiantly asked Prince Qi, “Your Highness, are you sure you can still get an erection?”

Chu Mao’s face was as black as could be. He gritted his teeth and said, “Rong Xuan, Rong Ah Wu, Rong Yusheng, you are courting death.”

“If you bully me again, I will have Bing-Shuang teach me leg techniques. Next time, it will not be so easy for you,” Ah Wu threatened.

“Very good.” Chu Mao smiled coldly, revealing a set of white teeth that looked particularly eerie in the dim light inside the mountain.

What happened next was something Ah Wu never expected: that she would be so cowardly. She thought she had already reached her limit with the storms she had endured, but little did she know that Prince Qi was truly considerate of her. Ah Wu felt like her body was about to fall apart.

“Help! Help!” Ah Wu screamed desperately. She had no choice but to cry for help; Prince Qi was like a never-satisfied wolf.

But even in her frantic cries for help, Ah Wu’s voice remained soft and sweet, with a hoarseness from crying too much. Her “help” sounded like a kitten’s pleading, and even if someone heard it, they would not take it seriously.

This time, Ah Wu was determined. She refused to beg for mercy, only crying for help and cursing Chu Mao, but this did nothing to dampen the interest of the person behind her. A series of “splashing” sounds and hissing water echoed from inside the mountain, mingling with Chu Mao’s uneven breathing and Ah Wu’s suppressed moans. Ah Wu felt utterly ashamed and humiliated.

No wonder Prince Qi did not mind the eerie and damp atmosphere; the acoustics from inside the mountain were truly amazing. Unfortunately, Ah Wu had no idea about the intricacies of this place. Chu Mao was teasing her quite roughly, and she couldn’t help but hum “ee-ee-uh-uh” out.

Ah Wu had only herself to blame. She had gritted her teeth and endured the entire afternoon without uttering a sound to beg Chu Mao, but after Prince Qi finally realized what was happening, Ah Wu’s situation could only be described as “miserable.”

The artificial rockery’s interior was far from a soft bed; the walls were uneven, and even though Chu Mao had been protecting Ah Wu with his hands throughout, there were bound to be moments of weakness. Poor Ah Wu, with her delicate skin, now had several broken areas, not to mention the swollen, unseen areas.

Even Chu Mao himself felt a pang of guilt and trembling. He first cleaned Ah Wu up, carefully avoiding touching her wounds, then applied ointment and helped her put on loose underwear.

Ah Wu was in pain and exhausted, too weak to even speak. She lay listlessly on the bed, her buttocks aching terribly, tears streaming down her face. Her silent weeping was heartbreakingly pitiful.

Prince Qi sat by the bedside, watching over Ah Wu. His eyes were unusually filled with helplessness. He was about to reach out and stroke Ah Wu to comfort her when she began to hiss and gasp for breath, looking like she was seriously injured.

At this moment, Ah Wu was like a little puppy licking its wounds, a sight that evoked immense pity.

Chu Mao looked at his hands. He and Ah Wu both knew the truth; her stunt was simply to make him feel guilty. Chu Mao looked at Ah Wu with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Regardless, he had gotten what he wanted.

Chu Mao reached out to ruffle Ah Wu’s hair. Ah Wu wanted to pull away from his hand, but any movement caused pain all over her body, especially her groin. She could only snort and huff at Chu Mao, signaling him to be more considerate.

However, Prince Qi had absolutely no sense of self-awareness. He could not even tell that she did not like him touching her. Ah Wu’s hair was gently ruffled by Chu Mao, and unable to resist, she drifted off to sleep in that gentle caress.