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Feng Lingjun intended to show others that he was a capable person, not to be underestimated, which would undoubtedly increase his leverage in seeking military support this time. However, he was unaware that his own cleverness had already provoked someone. Although he had someone create a buzz for him to boost his popularity, he certainly did not intend to compare himself with the Four Great Young Masters. He wasn't foolish enough to forget that Chengyang Jun was also one of the Four Great Young Masters.
Unfortunately, there was a twist of fate; some people unintentionally said things they shouldn't have, and those words were overheard by someone who shouldn't have heard them. Thus, it was no surprise that while he was out on the street, he suddenly fell for no reason, and then a flock of sheep appeared out of nowhere, running across his face, body, limbs, and his newly made brocade robe.
Afterward, with several hoof prints on his face, he consciously refrained from disturbing Chengyang Jun, even though Zhong Xue was eager for him to show up to see if Kazama's so-called disfigurement had been thoroughly executed.
Everyone knew that Chengyang Jun was vengeful, and Kazama knew it too. So he spent an hour thinking about how to help set things up and then spent two more hours looking for sheep. Fortunately, Zhong Xue still didn't know what had happened; otherwise, she would surely have scolded him for being extraordinarily foolish. Did being stepped on by sheep count as disfigurement?
San Chun returned to the Fengling Duke's Residence, her heart still racing. She didn't understand what was happening to her; she had never felt such a strong heartbeat when she was with Qing before. It felt as if someone was beating a drum in her chest, the sound echoing "thump thump," making her anxious.
She didn't want to go back to the Library, finding it stuffy there, so she wandered around in the back garden.
This seemed to be the place she had been when she first entered the residence; she remembered that tree, those women who had pulled her forcefully, and her awkwardness as she hurriedly climbed the tree.
In the midsummer heat, the trees appeared even more lush. Standing in the shade felt cool and somewhat comfortable. After having a bowl of noodles for breakfast, her stomach didn't feel empty yet, so she decided to sit down and rest for a while.
Zhong Xue hadn't returned, and there was no one supervising; she was happy to enjoy some leisure time.
Just as she lay there with her eyes closed, she suddenly felt something wet and cool on her face.
Is it raining?
She hurriedly sat up; under the bright sun, there wasn't even a drop of rain falling.
Suddenly, she noticed a woman standing in front of her, smiling gently at her. In her hand was a bamboo watering can from which water dripped down into her face.
She recognized this woman; she was one of those who had pulled her last time. Now, with her brows raised and a playful smile on her lips, her glass-like eyes sparkled on her face, making it impossible to tell whether she was happy or angry.
To be safe, she bowed slightly and said, "Madam, I am resting here. I apologize for disturbing you; please do not take offense."
The word "Madam" seemed to delight her immensely as a smile crept onto her lips.
"Are you the Sage of the residence?"
"Yes."
"Where do you hold your position?"
"Library."
The woman frowned, unable to think of any well-known Sage in the residence who would manage the Library.
Although a Sage is not an official title, their status in the residence is quite high, especially since Chengyang Jun holds an extraordinary position in the Wei Kingdom. Compared to some ministers in the court, the Sage in his residence might even be more esteemed. However, this one, a Sage managing the Library, likely holds little status.
She rolled her eyes and smiled, "We sisters were just playing by the pond and saw a lotus flower blooming beautifully. May I ask you to pick one for us, sir?"
Everyone loves flattery, and San Chun was no exception; being called "sir" made her feel wonderful. She wanted to agree but recalled the last time she was surrounded by people, making her hesitate.
"Don't just stand there. Hurry up," the woman laughed as she pushed her gently, leaving her no choice but to follow.
Following this woman forward, they soon came upon a small Lotus Pond, filled with water and only a few scattered lotus flowers blooming in the center. Several women stood by the pond, reaching out but always feeling just out of reach.
Seeing someone had been called over, they waved their handkerchiefs excitedly. When they saw that San Chun was not tall, they all sighed in unison.
One remarked, "Tsukihime, why did you call such a short one?"
The woman who had brought San Chun smiled softly, "He's the only man nearby; otherwise, you could have gone to ask someone else and might have run into Lord Jun."
The group of women giggled, "Forget about Lord Jun, he's like the moon above. It would be great if Lord Kazama could come instead."
As for Kazama, San Chun had seen him a few times; he was sturdy and had a good personality, plus he was favored by Lord Jun. He was indeed a rare good man, which explained why these women were so fond of him.
Chengyang Jun has very low expectations when it comes to women and rarely calls upon any Concubine. Over time, this could easily lead to trouble. These women were all at a flower-like age and hoped for affection and tenderness. Even if they didn't dare to stray in behavior, they still took advantage of their conversations when gathered together. They pointed fingers at San Chun, criticizing her height and looks.
In fact, considering her height among women, she was relatively tall; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to disguise herself as a man for so long without being discovered. As for being unattractive, she was glad about that; at least they wouldn't be touching her.
Urged by several women to pick lotus flowers, she stood by the pond and assessed the distance. Given her arm length, reaching for those lotus flowers that were sparser than Yan Ping's hair seemed nearly impossible. She thought that if only there were a giant pair of scissors to reach over and ensure a neat cut. However, creating something like that would take over a month; by then, the lotus flowers would likely have wilted.
With hands clasped in courtesy, she said to the beautiful women, "I am incapable; perhaps it would be better to seek someone more skilled."
"Sir, please don't be modest; you are capable and should have a way," Tsukihime smiled as she stepped closer to her, her prominent chest almost touching hers.
San Chun instinctively blocked her chest. She admitted that her breasts were not as impressive as hers, but did it have to be this bullying?
She wanted to push her away, but considering she was in male clothing, she felt embarrassed to touch her chest, so she could only plead, "Madam, please show mercy. I truly have no ideas."
"No way, sir! You must find a solution; otherwise, I won't comply."
Tsukihime swayed her shoulders, and with that movement, a huge wave of white surged before her. Under its impact, San Chun completely retreated.
She took a step back and thought to herself that he was nothing but a damn fool of a sir; at most, he could only manage the Library.
"Sir..." Tsukihime whimpered, almost throwing herself onto her.
She hurriedly stepped back again, but that step was fatal. She was too close to the pond, leaned back too far, lost her balance, and fell into the Lotus Pond.
The water was cool; taking a refreshing bath in summer would definitely be a nice enjoyment. But the premise was that there was no mud in the water and that there weren't so many people watching nearby.
Where lotus flowers were grown, there was naturally a lot of mud. Stepping in, she choked on mud. Struggling to stand up, she found the water only reached her waist. Taking a breath, she was relieved that she hadn't drowned in the mud.
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