Chapter 78: 78 Master is an Experienced Person Now! (Seeking Follow-up Reads!)

The sisters Chunzhi and Xia Chan looked at each other, their eyes filled with curiosity.

But since the young master had given an order, they had no choice but to obey, picking up their clothes and retreating obediently.

"Is the young master very tired today?"

After walking out of the bathroom, Chunzhi couldn't help her curiosity and asked Xia Chan.

She had been at home the whole time and didn't know what the young master had done all day, but Xia Chan had been sent out by the young master at noon and returned with him in the evening, so she should know.

"Mm, he ran to many places and handled many matters." Xia Chan nodded.

"So that's how it is. It seems the young master is truly exhausted. After dinner, shall we both loosen up the young master's muscles and bones?" Chunzhi said.

Xia Chan naturally agreed.

The sisters discussed how to relieve the young master's fatigue as they walked toward the kitchen.

Just as they passed the inner courtyard patio.

They ran into Liu Qingmei, who was walking out of the East Wing.

"Greetings, Madam."

The sisters hurriedly bowed to pay their respects.

"Mm, where is the young master?"

Liu Qingmei nodded with a straight face, feigning seriousness, but the panic in her eyes betrayed her.

However, as maids, Chunzhi and Xia Chan did not dare to look directly at her.

Therefore, they did not notice that there was anything wrong with the Madam they revered in their hearts.

"Replying to Madam, the young master said he was tired and is in the bath, telling us not to disturb him..."

Chunzhi reported.

"Mm, I know. You have both worked hard."

Liu Qingmei steadied her mind, snuck a glance at the bathroom where the lights were still on, and then instructed the sisters Chunzhi and Xia Chan: "Go help out in the kitchen. Yuzan and Yuhuan must not have rested all day either; you are all quite tired. If there aren't enough hands, I will transfer some people over for you to use another day."

Liu Qingmei looked at the two with a gentle expression, showing great concern.

She was also clear about the problem of the severe shortage of manpower around Ning Mu right now.

They had to open a shop, manufacture Perfume, brew liquor, manage Hua Man Ge, and even find time to think of ways to secure grain to help the disaster victims outside the city.

Each of these tasks, even if one were to pick just one, was not easy to do well.

With so many things weighing on Ning Mu, it was understandable that he was definitely tired.

At this moment.

Liu Qingmei suddenly felt that for a beloved disciple to be so exhausted, massaging his back and shoulders did not seem like such a big deal; on the contrary, it reflected her own care.

Once she thought of this, the hesitation in Liu Qingmei's heart immediately lessened quite a bit.

But her shyness grew all the more intense.

After all, there is a distinction between master and disciple.

Receiving Liu Qingmei's consideration, Chunzhi and Xia Chan were flattered and hurriedly expressed their gratitude.

"Go get busy... Oh, right."

"The young master is exhausted, do not go and disturb him; just wait for him to come out on his own."

Liu Qingmei waved her hand, signaling for the two to withdraw, while not forgetting to give careful instructions.

Chunzhi and Xia Chan did not notice anything amiss and nodded in agreement.

After they had walked far away.

Finally.

Liu Qingmei gathered her courage, took a deep breath, and then stepped toward the bathroom, quietly pushing open the door.

At the same time.

The second room of the East Wing.

Liuli, holding a Whisk, parted the window leaves, a touch of intrigue showing in her deep, calm eyes.

This pair of master and disciple... interesting! Late at night, while the male disciple is bathing, the female master quietly sneaks in.

Tsk tsk.

No wonder Benefactor Liu Qingmei was unwilling to let Little Friend Ning change his sect and join the Buddha Gate.

With such a charming and mature beauty as his Master, Little Friend Ning probably couldn't easily forsake her.

Liuli slowly shook her head, a bizarre look in her deep eyes...

Ning Mu, who was resting with his eyes closed, moved his ears.

The sound of footsteps was getting closer.

With his current Cultivation Points, let alone someone sneaking in, he could clearly hear even the conversation in the courtyard.

But he did not expose it, instead pretending to be immersed in the comfort of soaking in the hot bath.

Soon.

He felt a nervous heart approaching.

That familiar scent made one's imagination run wild.

Then, he felt slender, jade-like hands rubbing his shoulders and back.

Ning Mu smirked inwardly and suddenly spoke: "Didn't I say this young master wanted some quiet?"

Eek! The movement behind him stopped abruptly.

But after a moment, that gentle, pleasant, and ethereal voice came in a low whisper.

"Little Mu, it's me!"

"Master?"

Ning Mu immediately feigned surprise and turned his head abruptly, splashing water everywhere; he secretly used his Cultivation Points to drive some of the water, splashing it onto Liu Qingmei's bright, moving, fair, and flawless delicate face.

Strands of her hair were soaked through by the water, sticking to her fiery red cheeks.

Ning Mu's gaze, filled with astonishment and heat, immediately made Liu Qingmei panic.

However, she still forced herself to remain calm, gave a light cough, and while frowning and smoothing her hair, she said softly, "They are all very busy, and you are too tired today; Master will wash your body for you, no need to overthink it."

She had found a reason that was full of holes and extremely clumsy.

But at this very moment, such a reason was exactly what was needed.

Ning Mu suppressed the inexplicable laughter in his heart and followed Liu Qingmei's lead, saying, "In that case, then many thanks, Master, but this Disciple is not wearing any clothes; if there is any offense, I ask that Master please forgive me..."

He knew that at this moment, Liu Qingmei's heart must be incomparably shy.

If he did not go along with her fabricated reason, he feared she would flee this place directly, and as for the mission, there would be no need to even mention it, let alone think about completing it.

But he still could not help himself and gave Liu Qingmei a heads-up in advance.

Upon hearing this, Liu Qingmei's pretty face burned with heat.

But she still flickered her peach-blossom eyes, pretended not to care as she pouted, and said with a mix of mockery and shyness, "Master is an experienced person; don't talk about saving face in front of Master, you little loach."

When these words reached Ning Mu's ears, he was not happy! A little loach?

Ridiculous!! He was about to get up to prove to Master whether he was a loach or a true dragon.

But Liu Qingmei reacted faster.

She seemed to have anticipated that Ning Mu would "act tough" with her.

Almost at the very instant Ning Mu rose, amidst the splashing water, she reached out her slender, soft hand and pressed down on Ning Mu's shoulder.

That seemingly boneless, delicate hand was filled with an overbearing, tyrannical force.

Ning Mu was like a little chick; as soon as his waist and abdomen were exposed, he was instantly pressed back into the water.

"Sit properly, Master will wash you."

Without allowing any argument, Liu Qingmei used her Cultivation Points to forcibly turn Ning Mu's body around, and then she rolled up her sleeves and began to wash him inch by inch.

"Master, you can't play like this!"

Being forcefully suppressed, Ning Mu could only smile bitterly.

Liu Qingmei's hand paused, then she pouted and said with a shy, angry rebuke, "If you behave, Master won't be rough."

After speaking, she frowned, seemingly worried that her beloved Disciple would misunderstand, and added, "This courtyard is so small that any movement will spread; do you think you are at your Qiyun Tower?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Mu had a flash of inspiration.

"Does Master mean that as long as this Disciple doesn't make too much noise, it will be fine?"

Liu Qingmei's heart felt as if it were burning, and her complexion was like a third-month peach blossom, incomparably charming.

She wanted to refuse.

But looking at the anticipation and desire in Ning Mu's eyes as he turned his head to stare at her, she finally could not hold back, gave a soft hum as quiet as a mosquito, and after much hesitation, nodded slightly.

(End of this chapter)