Chapter 405: Chapter 404: Always Choose the Prettiest Flower Girl
After setting a trap for those people, Shen Hua joyfully boarded the carriage to Hengzhou.
What malice could the girl harbor? She simply hoped that when Shen Qu retaliates, it would misfire.
The carriage left Fengzhou City unhurriedly.
Although Hengzhou is close, it still takes two days to get there.
This time leaving home, the girl only brought Xiaoqi and Yingwu. Xiaoqi serves her closely, and Yingwu drives the carriage.
She leaned lazily against the carriage wall, holding the letter sent from Wei Yingying, reading it word by word.
——Wei Zhuzhu, that despicable woman, her marriage fell through, and she has been gloomy all day as if the whole world owes her something. Yet, I don’t feel much joy about this.
——Knowing earlier, I shouldn’t have gotten married at this time; the old guys at the Astronomical Observatory didn’t predict a good time either.
Then, the girl’s gaze sharpened. It landed on the tiny, ant-like dense text, struggling to discern it.
——Mama gave me the erotic painting, instructing me to secretly look at it the night before my wedding. How could I listen to her? But I never knew the wedding night would be like that. That thick thing still has to go in! It truly terrifies me. Because of this, I avoided him for several days, and later specifically brought up the issue of sleeping in separate beds with Ji Teng.
Shen Qu fell silent.
She was somewhat puzzled.
She frowned, her gaze moving downwards.
It seems Wei Yingying was very troubled; she had no one to talk to. Thus, disregarding shame, she spilled her thoughts over several pieces of paper.
That day, just when she mentioned sleeping in separate beds, Ji Teng, who was usually the easiest to speak to, sank his face and seemed somewhat menacing.
Wei Yingying uncomfortably said to Ji Teng.
"I feel——"
But Ji Teng silenced her.
His index finger landed on the girl’s lips.
"Afraid of what? I will not let you feel pain."
"I am a perfectly normal young man, always desirous. Miss Wei, you must not make it hard for me, such matters are what married couples should do."
This was a rarity of assertive words, Wei Yingying found this side of Ji Teng somewhat unfamiliar. But before she could react, Ji Teng’s eyes trembled.
He lowered his head. His eyes brimming with timidity and insecurity.
"Or... do you despise me?"
"Unwilling to have children with me?"
His tone was very subdued, his complexion somewhat pale: "It was presumptuous of me, nearly forgot you married me not willingly but by His Majesty’s order, Miss Wei, It was wrong of me to harbor such thoughts. Dreaming of us being a true married couple, you reside in the main house, I’ll move elsewhere later. Don’t worry, I won’t touch you."
These words left Wei Yingying feeling deeply ashamed.
Since she married Ji Teng, it was for life, not just for show. Yet, unable to let go, she asked:
"Is it always like that for married couples?"
"I won’t force you."
"If in the future you find a young man you fancy, just tell me. If there’s a way, even if I’m reluctant... I will naturally try to let you go to make you happy. But as you know, Father doesn’t like me, if we want a divorce, I’m afraid it’s a bit difficult."
He said self-mockingly: "In any case... I’ve been abandoned before."
Wei Yingying could not stand to see him like this.
Her heart ached terribly.
She immediately insisted that she wanted to be a true married couple.
After all... Ji Teng was quite nice, and good to her.
Ji Teng smiled slightly: "I won’t pressure you."
"I am willing, just not accustomed to it yet."
Ji Teng, unlike before, kept a distance of about ten feet from her. Fearing he won’t believe her, anxious, she dashed into his arms in haste.
"I’m not rejecting you."
She said: "Do you not trust me to be with you for a lifetime?"
After reading the last line, Shen Qu couldn’t help but contemplate.
Ji Teng, that man! Truly has some skills.
But if we are to compare, ten Wei Yingyings are not enough for him to play with.
"Did the gift for Miss Wei sent along to Shengjing?" she asked.
That was something she personally picked out a few days ago.
"It was sent, madam can rest assured, it definitely reached Miss Wei’s hands before the wedding day."
Shen Hua nodded slightly.
"Would my lady like some tea?" Xiaoqi’s inquiring voice came.
Just as Shen Hua was about to take it, her fingertips loosened during the motion, and a piece of paper that had been left in the envelope fluttered down onto the top of her shoe.
She furrowed her brow and bent down to pick it up, and upon clearly seeing the explicit and fully revealed image on the paper, the girl’s eyes widened in disbelief.
"My lady, what’s wrong?"
Shen Hua felt somewhat uneasy.
She thought she must have seen it wrong.
Picking it up, she straightened her small face and smoothed out the wrinkles. Driven by curiosity, she peered closely at it again.
It was a simple painting.
It was one Wei Yingying had specially torn from an erotic painting and sent along.
A few sparse strokes, yet they were vividly lifelike.
In the painting, the girl lay on the happy bed, her skirt pushed up, her slender and fair legs pressed on the young man’s shoulders, enduring painfully as she accepted his advances.
Shen Hua rubbed her eyes.
She was going blind.
Was this what a real consummation was?
She opened her mouth in shock.
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Perhaps due to the shock, the girl did not act mischievously all the way, and upon arriving in Hengzhou, she seemed to have forgotten about Cui Yun, focusing every day on official tasks and personally recruiting embroidery ladies.
Before coming, Aunt Sun had given her a list containing the names of famous embroidery ladies in Hengzhou, which Shen Hua had visited one by one. She also found several dozen young embroidery ladies who were just starting out, not even over ten years old, yet quite spirited.
All in all, it took her half a month’s effort.
Yingwu had thought Shen Hua had come to meet Cui Yun, but there were no such signs, and she didn’t even send a letter to Cui Yun; after all, her primary duty was to protect the girl’s safety.
Shen Hua stopped mentioning Cui Yun from then on.
Ever since she saw that painting, she even had a nightmare one night.
The dream’s scene became vivid.
The people in the painting became her and Cui Yun.
Cui Yun was violently moving inside her...
She was sweating profusely from pain, crying for him to get out.
In the end, she woke up frightened, shivering and hastily burned that filthy painting, lest Cui Yun saw it and took it as a lesson.
After all, Cui Yun’s prior performance revealed he was clueless too.
It wasn’t something good; naturally, they didn’t need to emulate it in the future.
After another busy day, at dusk, Shen Hua went to the nearest restaurant for dinner, and as soon as she entered, she heard that unabashed conversation.
"The Oiran Nanxiang from Qin Chu Pavilion is the most famous, born enchantingly beautiful with a mesmerizing voice that intoxicates everyone who listens. The madam there never lets her entertain guests, but this time she finally announced an auction for Nanxiang’s first night."
"Half of the men in the city have rushed over. That rich merchant Old Master Wang has already declared he is willing to spend thousands of gold for her, evidently driven to win the beauty."
"Look, you’re late with the news; the auction just ended, and it wasn’t Old Master Wang."
"If not him, then who?"
"Who else but that certain someone from Nanling Yang Family? These days, he’s been quite renowned, lavishly spending gold every day, especially smitten with Nanxiang, visiting her daily, specifically to hear her sing, clearly determined to win."
The conversation on the other side continued.
"A night of ecstasy, probably at this moment he has warm jade in his arms, should he serve well, Yang Yu intends to redeem the beauty to make her his concubine."
Shen Hua’s steps paused.
She narrowed her eyes. Suddenly she looked towards Yingwu.
The girl broke a rare cold smile.
"The young master from Nanling Yang Family?"
"Yang Yu?"
"He truly knows how to enjoy life."
Her pinky finger no longer curled up.
"Always picks the most beautiful flower girl."
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