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San Chun was almost in tears. If Qing were here, she definitely wouldn't make her do such a thing—dancing for Chengyang Jun, and before she knew it, she'd end up on his bed.
She struggled, "No way."
Yan Ping suddenly let go of her, prostrating himself and calling out, "San Chun, help! Our lives depend on this moment, and there are hundreds of lives of the warriors accompanying the envoy from the State of Chu in your hands. You must save us."
San Chun knew he was speaking the truth. Chengyang Jun hated being deceived the most, and now that the performance couldn't continue, it was likely that several heads would roll.
But... she really didn't want to be involved in such matters. She continued to struggle, "The Embassy still has Dancer."
"There's no time." They had entered the manor, and it wouldn't be easy to get out.
"There are other warriors."
He sighed, "Which one do you think is usable?"
The two warriors who came with them—one had a big beard, and the other was broad-shouldered and stout. Even if they dressed as women, they would still look monstrous.
"If it's feasible, Yan Ping is willing to sacrifice." He pointed at his own nose, "But do I look like a woman?"
With his flat eyes and nose, he looked even more like a monster—a miniature version at that.
"But I don't have breasts."
"Just stuff two buns in there." He seemed to have been prepared for this; he really pulled out two buns wrapped in oil paper from his bosom, still warm and steaming.
San Chun sighed. The buns weren't the problem; she had something more convincing than buns—her chastity was what mattered. She really didn't want to serve Chengyang Jun. He had new women every night; it was certain that she would end up in his mouth.
Her heart was in turmoil. What could she do to avoid this predicament?
Suddenly, she remembered that Qing often kept some medicines in her bag, including a type of Lost Soul Grass. When ground into powder, it could temporarily induce unconsciousness. In the past, when she had nothing to do, she would take it out to play with, enchanting flowers and Rhubarb, even charming the insects and birds in the yard. Qing had almost fallen for it several times. This was just the right time to use it.
She felt around in her bosom and indeed found a Porcelain Bottle. This was given to her by Qing a while back for self-defense. Now was the time when it needed to be used; she just hoped it wouldn't lose its effectiveness at a critical moment.
Seeing her agree, Yan Ping was overjoyed and repeatedly bowed to thank her for saving her life.
San Chun, however, sighed repeatedly. If she had known she would encounter such a situation in Daliang, she would have stayed in Ying City. Although Jing Ren was difficult to deal with, he was still better than Chengyang Jun. At that time, no matter how she calculated, she never expected that the unfortunate one would be her.
She took two steamed buns and went with Yan Ping to see the Dancer. On the way, she asked Yan Ping why the Dancer had suddenly broken her leg.
Yan Ping vividly recounted: She went to see Chengyang Jun while the Dancer waited outside. A handkerchief was blown away by the wind and got stuck in a tree. The Dancer climbed up to retrieve it but accidentally fell from the tree, resulting in...
San Chun felt deeply moved upon hearing this. What a coincidence! They both climbed trees at the same time; one broke her leg while the other was unharmed. Was this arranged by the master on purpose?
After examining the Dancer's injury, it was indeed a broken leg, but the injury looked different from regular falls; it seemed more like it had been forcefully bent.
The Dancer cried with tears streaming down her face. Upon seeing San Chun, she tightly grasped her hand and sobbed without knowing what to say. San Chun wasn't a doctor and couldn't help much, only advising her to take care of her injury.
By this time, it was getting late. Yan Ping needed to attend a banquet and hurriedly called for someone to fetch the dance costume, instructing her to put it on.
Once the dance costume was on, San Chun realized what it meant to lift a stone only to drop it on one's own foot.
It was a pink gauze dress with a light purple sash draped over both shoulders. The gauze dress and sash clung tightly to her body, showcasing her delicate figure perfectly and giving off a clear and transparent feeling. However, the fatal flaw was in its "transparency"; although it looked like an ordinary outfit, once worn, it faintly revealed soft skin, with snow-white arms and delicate curves becoming subtly visible with movement.
Wearing this outfit required no removal; even a casual sway of the waist or a wave of the arm could ignite a man's desire.
Indeed, this outfit could only be described in two words: immoral. It truly lacked virtue to create such an enchanting garment. It seemed designed specifically for men—easy to take off and easy to tear apart. In front of such clothing, those two prepared steamed buns were completely inconspicuous.
If she didn't have real breasts, wearing this would immediately reveal her as a woman and likely result in her head being chopped off by Chengyang Jun.
She really wanted to confront Yan Ping and scold him thoroughly, but where could she find him now? Her tongue wasn't as sharp as his, so she had no choice but to give up.
Unable to swallow this anger, she took a big bite of the steamed bun as if biting off a piece of his flesh. Deep down, she even suspected whether he had already guessed that she was a woman.
At that moment, feeling hungry, she finished both steamed buns in no time and licked her fingers, still feeling somewhat unsatisfied. Serving Lord Chengyang Jun yet not even getting any good food—he really was stingy.
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, perhaps everyone else had already finished their meals, two maidservants finally came to lead her to the Pavilion of Water and Forest.
The dance area was set up in a spacious room, divided into two sections. The outer section had tables and cushions arranged with fruits and fine wines, while the inner section was adorned as she had envisioned, with pale pink gauze curtains. A crystal bead curtain hung from the ceiling beams, swaying gently in the breeze and producing a tinkling sound.
As San Chun entered, she noticed that the room was decorated with flowers resembling inverted bells, their petals pure white and glistening like fine porcelain with a translucent sheen. Upon closer inspection, however, they were not real flowers but rather crafted from plain silk.
Dozens of red candles were placed on the floor of the inner room, all lit. The red flames danced in harmony with the cloud-white ceiling above, reflecting the crystal beads' clear light like tears. The ethereal beauty created an illusion where it was hard to distinguish between reality and reflection.
Dancing in such a place was intoxicating just to imagine. One could envision a starry night outside, a man stepping through the moonlight to push open the door, embodying his usual elegance and leisure. Then he would see the woman he admired dancing gracefully, the music flowing like a spring, drawing two lovers closer together...
What a beautiful scene it would be, if only the male lead were Chengyang Jun's imagined figure and not her own.
Stepping into the gauze curtains, she secured them tightly and checked several times to ensure they wouldn't be easily disturbed before feeling at ease. Looking at the enchanting scenery within the curtains, she suddenly felt a stirring in her heart; given such a setting, it would be too wasteful not to dance a tune for her own amusement.
She danced gracefully; this dance was not the seductive one she had practiced earlier but rather a free-spirited expression.
It felt as if she had danced like this before in her memories; every movement and step came so naturally. Her hands moved with her heart's desire, her waist swayed in rhythm. Her pure white fingertips peeked out from the pale pink water sleeves, and her soft white shoes stepped to the music like a delicate flower trying to climb up her body but easily bound by the lifted gauze dress. Those movements possessed a Zen-like beauty; she seemed to enter a trance, lost in thought as if she had danced like this before for a man—dancing solely for him...
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