In the villa, I stood in the hall, looking up at the man before me.
The man was middle-aged, with a sturdy build and a face that bore the marks of someone who had seen many battles. He was the Commander.
"You wanted to see me?" he spoke, his voice deep and resonant.
"Yes," I nodded.
He raised his eyes to meet mine. "What is it?"
"Are you not curious about how the Madam has regained her youth?" I countered.
He paused for a moment, narrowing his eyes. "It seems like there's something to it, but isn't it just makeup? Regaining youth? Who are you trying to fool?"
I looked at him firmly. "If you don't believe me, you can check if there’s any makeup on the Madam's face."
He pondered for a moment before asking, "How is it done?"
"It involves an oil called Living Fat," I replied calmly. "This oil can help a person return to their most desired age and youthful appearance, allowing them to remain young forever."
"Oh?" The Commander's interest was piqued. "What kind of oil is so miraculous?"
"It is extracted from the fat of close relatives," I said matter-of-factly.
The Commander fell silent, a hint of hesitation crossing his face.
"Are you saying that if I want to return to my youngest self, I must use the fat of someone close to me?"
"Yes," I confirmed with a nod.
The Commander furrowed his brow. "But what if someone discovers that something is wrong with me? What should I do?"
"You hold immense power; how could anyone possibly discover it?" I replied coolly.
The Commander remained silent, a sinister expression beginning to form on his face.
He wanted to be young again. More than anyone else, he desired it. Yet, he feared that those around him would discover this secret.
“Commander, you have attained immortality and youth. Even if they find out, what can they do? Besides, if they know, they wouldn’t dare to act against you!” I chuckled lightly.
The Commander began to tap his fingers on the table. I could tell he was agitated.
“Didn’t you always want to take more concubines?” I said casually. “With your wife gone, you can do whatever you please!”
The Commander suddenly looked at me with fierce eyes, his breath quickening. He wanted to be young again. He longed to return to his youth. The temptation was too great for him to resist.
“And,” I lowered my voice, “you’ve given your wife wealth and power; she should naturally repay you for that.”
His hands clenched tightly. He was struggling, hesitating. But his desire to regain his youth remained resolute.
“If you don’t want your wife to die, that’s also possible,” I said softly. “However, the Living Fat cannot be produced then.”
The Commander shot a glance at me. I laughed lightly. “Besides, after years of love with your wife, it’s only natural that she has aged and can no longer serve you. As long as she doesn’t stop you, no one would say anything if you wished to take several concubines.”
His breathing became rapid. He was tempted.
He had long wanted to get rid of Madam. This thought had taken root and sprouted in his mind.
"You can think it over," I said lightly. "Once you've made up your mind, just have someone notify me."
With that, I turned and walked out of the hall. Behind me, I heard Commander’s voice: "We'll do as you say."
"Understood," I nodded.
Commander instructed me to wait in the place where the original lady had directed me. That was the secret chamber. Sure enough, I soon received the bound Madam.
It seemed that Commander had forcibly brought her here without any follow-up care. I discreetly notified the Second Concubine, then locked Madam to the wall with iron chains and splashed a basin of cold water over her.
Madam woke up. She looked around in confusion, and when she saw me, a fierce light flashed in her eyes. "You wretched woman!"
"How dare you bind me!"
"Do you believe I can have Commander kill you?"
"Let me go at once!"
"If you release me, I'll spare your life!"
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