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Looking at the few women, each one was laughing uncontrollably, especially Tsukihime, who pointed at her with a sharp finger while laughing, "It's so funny, look at her, she's just like a mud monkey."
San Chun wiped her face, feeling that it was covered in mud; her features seemed to be smeared with dirt, and she probably couldn't even find where her nostrils were. She finally understood why Tsukihime had been squeezing her earlier and showing off her "assets"—it was just to make her look foolish.
A group of bored women had come to have fun at her expense.
Fortunately, during her time in Niushan Village, she had gotten used to being laughed at, so she wasn't upset enough to consider suicide.
Climbing out of the pool, she deliberately shook her arms and legs to share some of the good stuff on her body with those around her.
Mud splattered everywhere; a few women got hit and screamed as they ran away, shouting, "So dirty, so dirty."
San Chun sighed; she was the one who was truly dirty.
Her soaked clothes outlined the curves of her body. Although the upper part was secured enough not to be too revealing, the curve of her waist was fully visible. Given this appearance, what she should be worried about now was how to walk back to her residence without being seen by too many people.
Her shoes were filled with water. She took them off and knocked them together vigorously. Just as she was about to put them back on, she heard a slow voice say, "Oh? It seems I can see you anywhere."
San Chun looked up and saw Zhong Xue standing not far away, arms crossed, with an expression that was hard to describe. He had changed into casual clothes that looked very comfortable with wide sleeves and exuded a refreshing vibe.
Looking at herself in such a messy state made her feel that meeting him at this moment was absolutely inappropriate. She grabbed a bamboo water bottle from the ground in an attempt to cover herself entirely. But clearly, the size of this object could not meet her needs at all.
Zhong Xue watched her comical actions and couldn't help but smile slightly, revealing a particularly charming grin.
This shouldn't be his illusion; although she was covered in mud from head to toe, certain areas washed clean revealed skin as white as cream. Her delicate feet stood on the bluestone slab, and the elegant lines of her instep were faintly visible. Her round toes looked lovely and delicate, and even the scar that should have been tightly stuck to her face seemed to be on the verge of falling off.
At this moment, she was glaring at him with a palm-sized face slightly pale amidst the mud. Her eyes were wide open, sparkling with a moist glimmer in their clear pupils. Her pink lips were slightly parted; if one ignored the mud spots, she would indeed be beautiful, radiating a charm that mixed innocence with maturity.
Standing there in summer's thin shirt clinging tightly to her body fully outlined her graceful curves. If he couldn't tell she was a woman at this moment, then he must be blind or should be castrated in the palace.
Damn it, this extremely messy appearance actually made him find her quite cute and alluring, igniting an impulse to tease her a bit.
"You could hide behind that flower pot," he pointed to the large flower pot behind her with a half-smile on his face.
His expression was completely different from the one he had when she saw him on the street today, filled with heavy lust and desire, as if he were eager to tear off someone's clothes. That annoying smile made her feel an impulse to slap him in the face.
In the flowerpot was a Rhododendron, its fiery red flowers blooming vibrantly, like waves rolling and spreading out, blooming profusely in a lavish manner, swaying sharply in the wind, boldly and intensely displaying their beauty...
She wanted to stand before him like that flower, bold and vibrant, but she lacked the courage and could only obediently "sneak" behind the flowerpot, widening her eyes as she watched him approach leisurely.
His steps were quick; just as she crouched down, he had already walked up to her. He stood above her, looking down at her with a King's disdainful gaze.
She wanted to glare at him, curse at him, and tell him to get lost. It seemed that every time she saw him was during her worst moments; she didn't want him to look down on her. She hesitated about whether to run back and change into her prettiest clothes, to dress up beautifully and sit by the pond elegantly feeding fish or playing a lute for him to see.
As a subordinate, it seemed there was an obligation to make the Lord think well of you, at least not to consider her a messy person. But now... the fantasy was wonderful, while reality was cruel... how could she bear it?
Zhong Xue ignored her embarrassment and continued to smile annoyingly, asking:
"Didn’t expect This Lord’s Sage to have such refined interests?"
"Did you find anything in the pond? Do you think there are fish?"
"Has the lotus root grown yet?"
...
San Chun bit her lip and remained silent. If someone was deliberately trying to make things difficult for you and that person was someone you couldn't hit back at, then you could only ignore them.
Seeing that she didn't respond, Zhong Xue reached out to support her shoulder. She flinched and looked up at him defiantly.
Under the scorching sun, the mud on her face dried quickly, revealing a comically cracked appearance. He suppressed his urge to laugh out loud, took off his long robe, and draped it over her shoulders, speaking unusually gently: "Hurry back and change your clothes; it's too hot."
This sudden change was enough to startle San Chun. She opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words.
Zhong Xue helped her up and asked in a sincere tone, "How did you fall into the water?"
"Go ask your women."
She ground her teeth, didn't say thank you, and ran away wrapped in his clothes.
Zhong Xue coldly snorted; he had always been indifferent to his women, whatever they did was none of his business.
Stretching lazily, just as he was about to go back and rest for a while, he suddenly noticed a bamboo watering can on the ground, still filled with water. Earlier, he had wanted to pour a bucket of water over her to wash her clean and see what she looked like after the mud.
Unfortunately, how did he not notice this watering can earlier?
Feeling greatly regretful, he picked up the watering can and poured it over the pot of Rhododendron, as if it were her just now... The delicate buds of the Rhododendron released slender, needle-like stamens, as if she playfully raised her tender pink hand, fragrant and soft, gently brushing against his face, tickling him and warming his heart...
Kazama was stunned when he saw Chengyang Jun from afar. Was this the proud, cold-hearted, ungrateful Lord who was carefree and heartless, full of malice...? (Wiping his mouth, he realized he had spoken too much.)
At this moment, his Lord was happily watering flowers in the Back Garden. The bamboo watering can tilted, pouring half into the flower pot and splashing the other half all over his shoes. He wasn't in a hurry at all; he continued to water the flowers leisurely while soaking his shoes.
The expression on his face could be described as "lewd"? Was he getting aroused in front of a large pot of Rhododendron?
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