43 Drunk at a Brothel (2/2)
Lord Yuan Bao sat on a table far away, looking at her with a vaguely vulgar expression in his eyes.
Meng Fuyao sat up, still giddy from the wine, and prepared to wash her face when the door opened suddenly. Yuan Zhaoxu entered with his usual glorious aura, while he was followed by two lady servants.
He smiled at Meng Fuyao, and then at Lord Yuan Bao, who had attempted to flee the moment he walked in.
”Cai Xiuer mentioned that you ran off after defecating and she hadn't gotten the chance to wipe your bum. Why were you in such a rush?”
Defecating... unwiped... that substance...
'Did this fellow use my face as his toilet paper? For him to wipe his stinky ass?'
”Ah!” she boomed, springing up and searching for her dagger. ”You're dead meat.”
By then, Lord Yuan Bao had already made a dash for the window. Meng Fuyao waved her arm, sending the blanket flying forward and smashing three vases on the way. Nevertheless, Lord Yuan Bao was slightly faster and had evaded her attack.
Still boiling in anger Meng Fuyao jumped off the bed, ready to make chase, but was stopped by Yuan Zhaoxu.
”Careful.”
She immediately felt her body weight lifted completely – Yuan Zhaoxu had swooped her up and back onto the bed in a split second. In the same moment, she realized that she was dressed in sleeping attire, consisting of a singlet and underpants, that wasn't appropriate to be seen in public.
Her singlet was alluringly tight-fitting while her underpants were oversized and cooling.
Attire like that would be considered insolent even in modern times. Unfortunately, the situation took a turn for the worse when a certain someone shamelessly wrapped his arm around her waist, leaving a burning sensation on her skin wherever he touched.
There was a burning flame in Yuan Zhaoxu's eyes as well. The girl before him had a body to die for. It was plump yet delicate, and she had a slender neck and legs that went on for days to match. There was nothing to nitpick since no parts of her body had not been exquisitely carved. Not only did the strange clothes had not robbed her beauty, but they had also actually accentuated her curves at all the right places. While appreciating the arc of her breasts and the spotlessly fair legs under her oversized shorts, Yuan Zhaoxu could also feel the softness and flexibility of her bare waist.
With regard to a body so fresh and pure, it wasn't a wonder that even the calm and honorable man couldn't help but let out a somewhat hurried breath. Her beauty had struck him head on, as a warm gust of wind on a winter night would, and he was enticed.
He smiled gently, grazing a finger across his own lips as if reminiscing about a fond memory.
Meng Fuyao caught the expression on his face but couldn't understand his action. Of course, she had no recollection of how she had sexually assaulted him, but it did not stop her face from turning red. She quickly reached a palm out to push him, but before she could fall onto the ground, he caught her again.
At that moment, his eyes had already cleared up. ”There are fragments on the ground. Be careful.”
In spite of his calm tone, his eyes righteously scanned over every bare part of Meng Fuyao's skin, instantly prompting her to slip underneath her quilt.
”Leave, leave, I need to change,” she waved forcefully.
Yuan Zhaoxu laughed and took his leave. As his sleek silhouette drifted pass the window, a light tap could be heard from outside. Next, the window panel was lifted with a clap, and a ball of fur was tossed in.
”You're tarnishing my reputation by sneaking around outside. Do it openly if you want to look,” a voice floated from the outside, so noble, charming, and calm.
The pitiful furball had been betrayed by his owner once more. His eyes opened wide in midair, but there was nothing he could do except to allow the momentum to fling him toward Meng Fuyao's bed. On it laid his mortal enemy with a sinister smile on her face and wide open arms, waiting for his descent.
Images of the ten biggest tortures flashed past his mind...
”Squeak, squeak!”
A desperate screech burst forth from the noble little creature as Meng Fuyao wiped off the mucus, built up from the tears of laughter, and rubbed it on his snow-white fur...
Early in the morning, the streets outside of King De's residence were empty and still.
The sunray hit the southern perimeter wall, and on it rustled a clutter of grass before a head popped up midway.
The individual looked left and right before noticing that the window shutters below were shut tight. Figuring that the owner was probably still sound asleep, the individual heaved a sigh of relief and climbed over.
Yes, this individual was Meng Fuyao. Upon waking up in the Canglan imperial residence, she had immediately rushed back, in order not to have Yao Xun and Zong Yue think that she had gone missing. However, before leaving, she recalled and mentioned about the few child prostitutes, only to be told by Yuan Zhaoxu that he had a reason and that she needn't think about it. With that said, there was nothing else Meng Fuyao could do.
Before her other foot was over the wall, she heard a peaceful voice call out, ”Door's open.”
There wasn't a need for her to climb the wall.
Meng Fuyao felt embarrassed for getting drunk outside and not returning home, but she had to pass through Zong Yue's abode in order to enter her own room. It was exactly why she had chosen this wall route in the first place. Unfortunately, her presence had been detected.