Chapter 114

Just listen to it, whoever believes it's an idiot.

Anyone with eyes can see this guy was lust-driven—he kidnapped their Miss Lingzhi.

By the time Miss Lingzhi comes back next, she might even be pregnant!

This is called "nothing will happen"?

Yet despite that, no one dared speak of pursuing him anymore.

There's simply no chance of victory!

Faced with such divine abilities, everyone was terrified.

But on the other hand, if they had such a supremely powerful son-in-law, wouldn't that be a good thing for Wan Fu Wan Shouyuan?

Perhaps… not a loss? Up.

126 Huang Rong first meets Bai Feifei, Wan Shouyuan

When Jiang Sishui brought the two women aboard the stern deck boat and introduced them, the atmosphere turned strangely tense.

Bai Feifei!

It's this woman!

No wonder Jiang Sishui was so frantic just now.

Then Wang Yuyan, A Zhu, and A Bi couldn't help but glance at Huang Rong and Zhao Qiying.

These three women—one was Jiang Sishui's greatest love, one his first love, one his first woman.

Their statuses were all highly sensitive.

Especially between Huang Rong and Bai Feifei—let alone the clever and witty A'Zhu, even the innocent A'Bi could smell a hint of tension.

As for Jin Jin Lingzhi, since she had been mentioned in the diary not long ago, all the girls knew her identity.

They remembered how, in the story, she first became the concubine of that "Bat Young Master," then fell for Hu Hu Tiehua, but nothing came of it, and she died within a few years.

In short, she was a thoroughly "303" tragic figure.

But no one knew how many identities she had now?

She looked quite alluring—no wonder Jiang Sishui brought her along; he was clearly lusting after the girl.

The girls all knew the truth but chose not to speak of it.

Bai Feifei was also mentally reviewing the information on the five women before her.

Zhao Qiying, the first to follow Jiang Sishui, wise, gentle, with the bearing of a female knight.

Wang Yuyan, the ultimate celestial beauty of the mortal world—truly stunning, so beautiful one couldn't look away. Even Bai Feifei, confident in her own looks, dared not claim to surpass her by even a fraction.

A Zhu, a clever, lively, quick-tongued little girl.

A Bi, a Taihu spirit that even Jiang Sishui deeply cherished.

And the last one was the peach-blossom island's charming Huang Rong, whom Jiang Sishui had praised endlessly.

His long-standing "rival"!

Huang Rong was also studying this "stealer of my home," this fresh green tea, her mind swirling with thoughts.

At that moment, Bai Feifei spoke first in greeting.

She was the same age as Huang Rong and A Zhu—both sixteen or seventeen—older than Wang Yuyan by one year, younger than A Bi and Jin Jin Lingzhi by half a year.

Zhao Qiying was eighteen or nineteen.

So she began by addressing them as sisters, polite, refined, gentle and kind.

And when facing Huang Rong, she showed no change in expression, treating her no differently than the others.

Huang Rong returned the smile, pure and sweet, her voice soft and delicate, revealing no hint of discord.

But inwardly, she raised her guard, not relaxing for a moment.

"Want to settle this privately? Hmph, I'm not afraid of you!"

Huang Rong was sharp as ice—she would never show hostility in front of Jiang Sishui.

Thus, by unspoken mutual understanding, the previously stiff atmosphere instantly eased.

As for Jin Jin Lingzhi, upon regaining her senses, she realized she had been kidnapped and had no recourse—so she stayed silent, sulking at Jiang Sishui.

Especially since this man had just openly hugged and touched her, taking full advantage—he made her furious.

"Will this lecher force himself on me?"

Thinking of Jiang Sishui's domineering determination to claim any woman he desired, Jin Jin Lingzhi's heart pounded wildly with unease.

She turned her head—and met Jiang Sishui's gaze.

Seeing his smiling expression, she wanted to punch him right in the face!

But she couldn't beat him.

…

As the girls exchanged and familiarized themselves, the small boat drifted for two hours.

Throughout the journey, perhaps recognizing A Zhu and A Bi, the Murong family's subordinate forces made no move to intercept them.

Until dusk, when the boat rounded a row of weeping willows and far ahead saw a cluster of flowering trees reflected in the water, glowing crimson like clouds.

A Zhu and A Bi rowed the oars, steering straight toward the blossoms.

Upon reaching shore, all they saw were red and white camellias, no buildings in sight.

Huang Rong, well-traveled, recognized them: "These are camellias, also called mandrake flowers—this must be Wan Shouyuan."

Wang Yuyan smiled: "Rong sister is right—this is my home. Let's go ashore quickly."

The girls linked hands, ready to leap onto land.

Suddenly, light footsteps emerged from the flower grove—a young maid in blue stepped out.

Wan Shouyuan forbade outsiders from approaching; the maid was about to scold them—then saw Wang Yuyan and gasped: "Young Lady!"

Saying this, she dropped the bundle of flowers and grass in her hand, hurried over, and stepped forward to support her, her face full of joy: "Young Lady, you've finally returned! For the past two days, the Lady couldn't find you and was about to go mad with worry."

Wang Yuyan asked in surprise: "Didn't I leave a letter for Mother?"

The maid in green sighed: "Young Lady has never left a single step of the Wisteria Shanzhuang; this is her first time going out. Even if she said so, how could the Lady feel at ease? The Lady also said..."

She paused, then turned her head to look at Zhu Abi and Abi...

Zhu Abi smiled: "Sister Youcao, what did the Aunt say?"

The maid Youcao, seeing that she could still smile, said helplessly: "Sister Abi, the trouble you've caused this time is huge; you secretly took the Young Lady away."

"The Lady said she would carve a cross on your faces with a knife to ruin your looks, and also chop off your legs to use as flower fertilizer."

"Sisters Abi and Abi, why don't you run away quickly? I... I'll just pretend I never saw the two of you."

The maid in green looked conflicted, but still decided to risk letting them go.

Zhu Abi and Abi exchanged a glance, then stepped forward, each grabbing one of Youcao's hands: "Sister Youcao, thank you! But don't worry; the Aunt won't do anything to us."

Won't do anything to you?

Youcao looked at her two good sisters in shock, suspecting her ears were playing tricks on her.

After all, the Lady always meant what she said; these two sisters usually feared this Aunt the most. Why were they acting so differently today, having caused such a mess yet showing no worry at all?

Just as she was puzzled, Jiang Sishui stepped forward and said to Youcao: "Little sister, go and fetch your Lady."

Hearing this, Youcao turned back, frowned, and was about to ask who Jiang Sishui was, but then she saw his close stance with Wang Yuyan, and her heart tightened.

Looking again, she saw that Jiang Sishui was very handsome, and a vague guess formed in her mind.

So she dared not ask further, only directing her questioning gaze toward Wang Yuyan.

Wang Yuyan nodded to her, and only then did she turn and leave.

Before leaving, she glanced at Zhu Abi and Abi again; seeing their calm and confident demeanor, she swallowed the words of warning that had risen to her lips.

After taking two steps, she heard Jiang Sishui add: "Just tell your Lady that a man named Wu Wu Ya Zi sent me to find her."

Wu Wu Ya Zi? Here specifically to find the Lady?

Although Youcao didn't know the details, hearing him say this, she understood.

Perhaps these people truly had a way to make the Lady not angry.

After Youcao left, the group, led by Wang Yuyan, went around to admire the scenery.

Looking out, among the flower forest, there were no flowers other than camellias, and there were many varieties.

Jiang Sishui didn't understand these things; he only felt that the flowers before his eyes bloomed brightly, but he could not, like Duan Yu in the book, discern all the subtleties.

Suddenly, a woman's voice shouted: "Who was sent by him to find me? Yuyan! Where is Yuyan?"

127 The beautiful woman Li Qingluo, the woman with the nickname "Yourong"

That voice was majestic, carrying a hint of urgency, yet also quite clear and pleasant.