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Time flowed like water, and I spent the past few months leisurely and contentedly. The newly planted roses in the backyard began to flourish, thriving in the late summer.
One day, I specifically chose a day when the Demon Child was out, instructing Yun Ying to carry a soft stool to the door and keep watch. I then relaxed and swam in the pool, playing in the water for a while before lazily leaning on the edge, sipping from a glass of wine—my hard-earned prize after months of experimentation—while focusing on the design blueprint in my hands.
The Azure Willow hung low, casting dappled shadows as a gentle breeze carrying a faint jasmine scent wafted by. The sky was a clear blue, and larks soared among the white clouds; everything felt so carefree.
However, an unexpected change occurred.
My training instincts alerted me to danger, but my sluggish body meant that by the time I reacted, it was too late to hide anything. Realizing this, I decided not to struggle and simply closed my eyes, lazily addressing the stranger perched on the wall, “Have you seen enough?” In truth, with my frail and underdeveloped physique, there was nothing appealing about me at all.
The man chuckled lightly, “Who would be interested in peeking at your bony frame? You overestimate yourself.” His tone was entirely dismissive.
I wasn’t angered by his words; instead, I wrapped myself in a large towel from the edge of the pool and glanced up at him. It turned out to be the charming Sixth Young Master. Only someone like him, a notorious playboy from a wealthy family, would dare to casually scale the walls of a girl’s home.
“Brother Wen, since you’re here, come down for a chat. My little sister will certainly treat you well,” I said with a sweet and innocent smile reminiscent of childhood.
Sure enough, he smirked mischievously and gracefully leaped down from the wall, strolling toward me with an air of nonchalance.
As I approached him with feigned innocence, I subtly nudged him with my elbow hidden beneath the towel. He didn’t notice and ended up tumbling into the water. To my surprise, this notorious playboy who frequented flower gardens couldn’t swim—a predicament he would have to endure.
After waiting by the edge for quite some time without seeing him surface—even the bubbles had disappeared—I began to panic. Although I disliked him, it hadn’t reached the point where I wanted him dead or would ignore his plight.
I tossed aside my towel and jumped into the water. Just as I intended to dive down to rescue him, a powerful force yanked me into the depths of the pool. Initially designed with both deep and shallow ends for Yun Ying’s sake—who was not a good swimmer—I never expected today would end with me being dragged down to drown.
Just when I thought I was about to lose consciousness, an unfamiliar sensation pressed against my soft lips, bringing fresh air into my lungs.
As I spun underwater and felt my breath running out again, someone pulled me up onto the shore. As soon as my head broke through the surface, I gasped for air, inhaling deeply while staring at the face before me that wore a triumphant smirk. Reflexively, I slapped him across the face; surprisingly, he didn’t flinch. The sound echoed sharply as my hand left a crimson imprint on his cheek. He squinted at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes and continued to laugh nonchalantly before suddenly pulling me into his embrace and kissing me deeply.
I struggled fiercely against him, but his strength was overwhelming; I couldn’t break free. My face flushed crimson until he finally released me. As I panted heavily to catch my breath, his deep voice resonated: “This is the price you pay for teasing me.”
I laughed in anger, snorted, and said coldly, "Huan Gongzi really is desperate, not even sparing a child of just over ten years old. That name, Flamboyant and Reckless, truly isn't something a well-meaning person would make up." With that, I resolutely broke free from his grip, wiped my red lips fiercely, and swam toward the shore.
My first kiss!
"I just wanted to see how much you value me in your heart, whether you would save me. Being too kind can't hurt anyone," he said as he climbed ashore, crossing his arms with a nonchalant attitude.
I steadied myself and feigned innocence. "What are you talking about, Brother Huan? I just accidentally bumped into you, and you fell into the water. I was so scared that I jumped in to save you, yet you show no gratitude at all." I fixed my aggrieved gaze on him.
He didn't refute me; it seemed he understood I was lying through my teeth. He simply asked lightly, "Is that so?"
I glanced sideways at him and noticed his crescent robe was completely soaked, clinging to his body in a rather strange way that revealed his figure. I chuckled awkwardly and then said casually, "Come with me."
Normally, I would take him to the guest room to change clothes; unfortunately, the only guest room was occupied by the Demon Child. I couldn't reveal his whereabouts either. Yun Ying's room didn't have any men's clothing available, so I had no choice but to reluctantly offer my own bedroom for a while.
Although a woman's bedroom in ancient times was as important as her chastity, I shouldn't be considered a proper virtuous woman anyway, so it didn't need to be so formal.
All the way there, Sixth Young Master remained silent, while Gaze couldn't help but look around. Well, that was inevitable; this place was as beautiful as a modern park. Anyone who came here would be captivated by its unique charm. Those who had visited before—Brother Three, Demon Child, or even long-term resident Yun Ying—couldn't help but stop and admire it in awe.
Once we entered the room, he muttered absentmindedly, "Interesting. If I'd known it was this fun, I should have come over the wall sooner."
I ignored him and went to the inner room to grab a cloak to throw on casually. Then I pulled out a crescent robe for him. My ten taels! I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. This robe would sell for at least ten taels outside, possibly even twenty.
"Here, put this on and get going. I don't want to see you on the wall in the courtyard again."
The calm and composed Noble Young Master took it without hesitation and smiled as he said, "I can't guarantee that one day I won't get a sudden whim for such things."
I pushed him inside angrily and sat on the sofa eating pastries while urging him to hurry up.
The Sixth Young Master entered without rushing to change out of his wet clothes, instead taking his time to survey the room, which could be said to be unprecedented and unmatched. I lowered my head in embarrassment, unable to face the modern villagers.
Valuable gold and silver jewelry were carelessly strewn across various corners of the room, indicating the owner's indifference towards them. The corners of the Sixth Young Master's mouth lifted slightly, though he was unaware of it.
His mind was filled with countless questions. According to rumors outside, the Fourth Miss Xie had never been favored since childhood. As a child born out of wedlock without a mother or father's love, she must have suffered greatly at the hands of other concubines. I had attended a few of the Xie Family banquets under pressure from my father in the past, and I had witnessed the Fourth Young Lady's plight firsthand. She was illiterate and had once been punished with ten strikes, gasping for breath. I even encountered her being bullied by lowly servants while wandering the courtyard with Xie An, crying like a Calico Cat. However, this year, entrusted by my father to attend such a matchmaking banquet, I initially thought it would be another boring affair. Yet that Fourth Young Lady, seemingly oblivious as she devoured her food, not only spoke eloquently but also wielded sharp words that left those sycophants' faces changing color several times. It was quite amusing. What was even more remarkable was her wish; while it seemed like a child's thoughtless remark to others, it was actually the best means of self-protection. Huan Wen was certain that he was not the only one who noticed her transformation; even that old fox Xie Yushi must have been weighing her potential usefulness.
Afterward, he expressed his interest in her and sought the quickest way to approach her. However, the title of "White-Robed Young Master," one of the five young masters in the capital, seemed to hold no allure for her at all. His gifts and love poems were ruthlessly rejected—this marked Huan Wen's only failure in pursuing women and quickly spread around, becoming a source of ridicule from his four brothers.
In desperation, he resorted to the most pathetic tactic: climbing over walls to reach the beauty. Honestly speaking, he felt a bit desperate at this point. Xie Weiying was just a child in her teens.
But why did he feel a rush of emotions when he had just forcefully kissed her? Was it possible that encountering such an unusual girl had made him act out of character?
Once again, impatient calls from outside broke his thoughts. Huan Wen absentmindedly changed into a new robe and realized its uniqueness only after putting it on; it truly stood out. The collar was edged with gold thread, and the long robe was adorned with whimsical patterns painted in black ink—actually graffiti created with special pigments.
As soon as he stepped outside, Huan Wen noticed that girl staring at him with an expression akin to a ravenous wolf. He felt a surge of pride within; indeed, his charm remained unbeatable. He struck what he considered a suave pose, ready to reclaim his unassailable allure and intended to ask if she had changed her attitude toward him or regretted rejecting him for months...
However—
He looked at his own robe perfectly displayed before him and couldn't help but exclaim, "Perfect! Absolutely perfect!"
Just as Huan Wen basked in his own glory, feeling elated by the praise, the next comment brought him crashing down from heaven to hell.
"Perfect indeed! No wonder it's my creation!" I rushed over to inspect the robe from every angle, continuously expressing my admiration while completely ignoring the Sixth Young Master's face turning ashen.
Huan Wen was about to explode when suddenly a young maid rushed in and said to me, "Miss, it's getting late; shouldn't we start cooking? My stomach is growling." The newcomer was Yun Ying.
Turning around, I noticed an unfamiliar man in the room. After a brief moment of surprise, I saw Yun Ying gazing intently at the stiff Huan Wen. Seeing this, Huan Wen attempted to muster what he believed was an enchanting smile to regain some dignity lost moments ago in front of me.
Yun Ying suddenly turned to me with the excitement of discovering a new world and exclaimed, "Miss, the robe you made is truly beautiful!" Another round of admiration followed.
"Really?! I think it's quite nice too," I replied, completely ignoring the presence of another person in the room as the master and servant continued their conversation while walking outside.
Huan Wen was utterly petrified. Who said that the charm of the White-Robed Young Master could captivate everyone, young and old alike in the capital? Why did it all fall flat when faced with this pair of lively characters?
As we reached the door, I suddenly remembered something and said, "Huan Gongzi, if you don't mind, please stay and have a meal with us."
This left Huan Wen feeling desolate and on the verge of tears.
During dinner, Huan Wen kept his head down, devouring his food without uttering a word. I felt that perhaps I had gone a bit too far, so I couldn't help but speak in a comforting tone, "Well, from now on, if you want to come over, you don't need to climb over the wall anymore. Just have the maid Qingqing inform me, and you can come through the front door. If you come in without my permission by climbing over the wall, I won't treat you as a guest." I ended with a hint of threat.
"Understood," replied the Sixth Young Master sullenly, still focused on his meal.
After sipping a cup of tea, I glanced at the time and realized it was about time for Demon Child to return. So, without hesitation, I issued an invitation for him to leave. Although Huan Wen had resolved to stay as long as possible, his face wasn't thick enough to withstand rejection entirely; he had no choice but to leave reluctantly. On his way back, he pondered how he would come over tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and even the day after that... all for free food and fun.
More importantly, he wanted to see this interesting little woman as often as possible.
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