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Engrossed in her thoughts, she walked back home. The guinea pig pounced on her and sniffed her as soon as she entered the door, and then turned to chatter towards Zhangsun Wuji. Meng Fuyao grabbed the guinea pig's ears and questioned him, but he chose to fold his arms and look in another direction.
Zhangsun Wuji translated his words. ”He says that you're using low-grade powder, and there's the smell of women on you.”
The corner of Meng Fuyao's lips twitched. 'What did that mean? Am I not a woman? Did I not smell like a woman before?'
After contemplating for a moment, she changed her mind. 'Actually, maybe, probably, I don't.'
For the next few days, Meng Fuyao continued to smell that way. Zhangsun Wuji smiled more and more suggestively, but Meng Fuyao pretended as if nothing was happening. Then, on one fine night, Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiheng tested their abilities to drink. Zhan Beiheng didn't win, and Meng Fuyao didn't lose, so the drunk Zhan Beiheng was escorted back by his attendants. Waving his hands on a wooden bench, he slurred. ”Captain Meng, goodbye… won't… send you…”
Meng Fuyao waved towards the enormous enamel flower vase. ”Prince, goodbye… won't send you off…”
She burped, spun three rounds around the room and prepared to sleep in the inner room, thinking that this was her house. As she walked, she felt that it was too warm, so she took off her outer robe and draped it on her arm. When she reached a corner, a guard was walking up to her. She was about to command him to leave, but a pair of soft hands suddenly reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into darkness.
The pair of hands smelled very nice and had the scent of the ”low-grade powder”, as certified by the expert, a certain Lord Yuan Bao. It tugged on Meng Fuyao's sleeves and led her to an empty room in a corner of the yard. That was a room for the Prince to rest and admire the flowers, and the inner decoration was exquisite. Rarely would anyone come by, hence after much research, the ninth wife chose this location as the place to confess her love. All was ready except for the crucial element, but that night the crucial element came, and the smell of alcohol was strong. Good, very good.
The bed was soft and smelled pleasant, and amongst the jade-colored bed curtains and gold hooks, a strong smell of agarwood wafted from the gold incense burner. The ninth wife sat on the bed, and she was scantily clad. Her chest could vaguely be seen, as the front of her red robes had an open slit. She took lotus-like steps, and her snow-white legs could roughly be seen - summer was such a good season, as people wouldn't be afraid of catching a cold even if they wore less.
Meng Fuyao immediately pounced.
And she landed on the soft… bed sheets.
She rubbed her face against it and probably felt that it was as smooth and cool as a particular person's pal. Thus she laid on it and stopped moving.
The ninth wife had amorously waited for almost half a day, but someone started snoring. Once again, she looked sadly at the sky. Thinking that since she had already kidnapped the person to her bed, and a lost opportunity might not come again, she decided to just do it and all other matter could wait.
Hence, she started taking off Meng Fuyao's inner robes.
There were many buttons, and when she reached the third one, Meng Fuyao was already starting to sober up.
”Pa!” In an instant, she pushed the hand away and scolded, ”Gangster! Trying to take advantage of me again!”
In return, the ninth wife chuckled softly. Leaning close, she whispered, and her breath breezed against Meng Fuyao's ear. ”Officer, I'll not take advantage of you, come take advantage of me then…”
Her fingers had just opened Meng Fuyao's robes halfway, when she suddenly exclaimed, ”Ah! What's this belt of cloth…”
Instantly, Meng Fuyao became one-third sober, and she recalled that she was wearing her inner dress. 'Ah, if she sees this precious thing, won't my chest area that just started to grow be in danger?' she thought.
Immediately, she climbed up, pushed the ninth wife and headed to the door. However, the ninth wife was not going to let that happen, and she smiled as she extended her snowy-white legs to hook Meng Fuyao back.
Her feet successfully hooked onto Meng Fuyao's half-opened dress, and Meng Fuyao fell back on the bed. Laughing seductively, the ninth wife pounced on her, but she rolled away and pulled together both her inner dress and outer robe. Just as she was about to grab the robe on the floor, an ”octopus” had tangled her from behind. The sharp octopus-like fingernails hooked on her robes and tugged, and her inner dress immediately was torn open. Angered, Meng Fuyao leaped back and was about to punch someone, but the ”octopus” felt that this was a manly move and smiled as she welcomed Meng Fuyao's move. As such, Meng Fuyao's punch was not successful, and she was pushed back down to the bed again.
After much entangling and fighting on the bed, the ninth wife panted heavily and slipped herself into Meng Fuyao's arms like a slippery snake. ”Nice man…” she said.
The nice person was hurriedly trying to disentangle herself when a ray of light shone in from a far distance.
Shocked, the ninth wife covered her eyes with her hands, but from the gaps in her fingers, she could see two rows of palace lanterns approaching from the garden. At the center of the lanterns stood a very displeased Zhan Beiheng.
It had always been the rule of thumb for husbands to appear in a scene of adultery.
The couple on the bed got up in a hurry. While the ninth wife was worried about being caught red-handed, Meng Fuyao was anxious about her inner dress being torn apart as her insides would be revealed!
In her scramble, she grabbed a piece of clothing and stuffed it in her clothes. Looking up in a state of drunkenness, she smiled at Zhan Beiheng. ”Prince… your female dog is in need of some romance, please bring her back.”
Beside Zhan Beiheng, a guard shouted icily, ”Meng Fuyao, how daring of you to flirt with the Prince's favored concubine!”
”Did I? Did I?” Meng Fuyao opened her arms as she looked down. ”My clothes are tidy…”