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Ji Xun pressed on his left leg while he pressed on his right leg. Sometimes, in a bid to compete for the massage area, they pushed against each other on her legs. One time, in their fierce struggle, he accidentally scratched her, causing her to let out a startled cry that drew the attention of everyone in the room.
At that moment, she felt extremely embarrassed and dug her nails into both his and Ji Xun's hands, causing them to sweat from the pain but not daring to make a sound. They could only glare at each other, blaming one another for the unnecessary competition.
From then on, she no longer dared to sit between them and kept her distance, even when at Proton Manor, choosing to sit next to only one of them.
Now, seeing her expression, it seemed like an old habit had resurfaced.
He knelt beside her, just like before, to give her a massage. San Chun shrank back slightly, watching him cautiously, somewhat suspicious that he was trying to take advantage of the situation.
Zhong Xue didn't mind and smiled as he asked, "What were you doing just now? You looked so happy."
"I was eating Monkey Butt."
"What is Monkey Butt?"
San Chun handed him a Peach of Longevity, laughing as she recounted what had just happened, especially how Dream Consort's startled expression was truly amusing.
Zhong Xue found it funny too; he understood Dream Consort's temperament well. This woman was quite ambitious and always played both sides. However, she was also quite capable; she had never made a mistake while managing affairs in the inner court.
He said, "You don't need to worry about her; just focus on your own happiness and do whatever you want."
No one had ever spoken to her like that. In the village, Qing would only go along with her as long as it didn't affect him directly. Qing's attitude was clear; after all, he wasn't her biological father or brother—did she expect him to take responsibility if she couldn't get married?
It was one thing for Qing to be so easygoing, but what did this man mean by his words?
She rested her chin on her hand and pondered deeply...
Meanwhile, Zhong Xue had already started eating the Peach of Longevity. He broke one open and squeezed out the insides before taking a sugar jar and sprinkling thick layers of powdered sugar on top. He stuffed a clump of the white substance into his mouth, and it seemed some sugar got on the corners of his lips, leaving a thick layer of white on them.
Watching him chew, she suddenly recalled someone from her memory who liked to eat sugar like it was a meal. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember who that person was.
She asked, "Aren't you afraid of dying from the heat?"
Zhong Xue smiled and shook his head, "In the past, I thought life was tough. I couldn't live without sugar, but now it seems like there's an excess of sweetness."
He had one, and for the second one, he really didn't add any sugar.
After eating two, he picked up her teacup and took a sip, suddenly freezing. His expression was as if someone had kicked him hard in the backside.
He suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, "Who... exactly are you?"
San Chun winced in pain and didn't understand what he was asking.
Zhong Xue called out again, "Who exactly are you?"
"San Chun."
He twisted both of her wrists with one hand, his eyes shining with an unusual light, then began to take off her clothes.
San Chun struggled and shouted, "Lord Jun, using force like this is unbecoming of your status."
He pressed his lips together and said nothing, refusing to loosen his grip. With a tearing sound, the front of her clothing was ripped open, revealing a large expanse of smooth white skin.
She gasped and quickly pushed him away.
Zhong Xue was indeed pushed back; he stumbled and nearly fell, staring blankly at her flawless chest as if he were mesmerized.
His expression was one of shock; it didn't seem like he was looking at a woman's skin but rather witnessing something bizarre. It was as if a zombie had suddenly crawled out from an ancient tomb.
"How is this possible? No... it can't be," he muttered in disbelief. This woman’s chest was as smooth as jade, without a single mole. Where did that mole go?
He was stunned for a long time. "How do you know how to make this kind of tea?"
San Chun also took a while to recover from his rough actions. She tucked her clothing and asked him, "Is it stir-fried tea that Lord Jun is referring to?"
"Yes."
He had only ever tasted this kind of tea at Yan Dan's place, and she was the only one who knew how to make it. In fact, she was the only one who could do it.
San Chun sighed. He only wanted to ask about the tea; was it really necessary to remove her clothing?
This tea was something she had made before. She thought the brewed tea was too bitter and always wanted to try a different method that might taste better. Since she had too much free time in the manor, she went to the kitchen and saw a large pot. Suddenly, an idea struck her: tea leaves could also be stir-fried.
She had someone clean the large pot thoroughly, heated it over low heat, added fresh leaves, and stirred them by hand. She had to stir frequently until the leaves were heated, softened, and fragrant, then removed them from the pot. Afterward, she placed the leaves on a winnowing basket and rubbed them by hand, controlling the pressure to ensure the leaves were tightly rolled yet intact. She continued until she was satisfied, then spread the leaves out in a flat, spacious area to dry until they were completely dry.
She didn't even know how she came to know this method; it felt as if it were deeply ingrained in her mind and could be recalled whenever needed.
Her method was unique, and everyone at the time watched her, asking how she could produce such tea. It took her quite some effort, and today was just when it had finished drying. Had she known that making tea would lead to such trouble, she wouldn't have tried creating a new style of tea.
Zhong Xue's heart was in shock; it wasn't Yan Dan's body but exhibited Yan Dan's behavior. How could this be possible?
He had never believed in supernatural phenomena, but at this moment, he couldn't help but believe. Just yesterday, he had asked her if she wanted to go out for a stroll; she made a very strange gesture that nearly caused him to fall into the water basin.
That gesture—where her thumb and index finger formed a circle while the other three fingers extended—was a sign of agreement from someone who had passed before. Her way of speaking was always different from many others; often an unexpected phrase would leave people bewildered as they had never heard it before. If it happened once, it could be coincidence; if it occurred several times in succession, one couldn't help but think otherwise.
Had she died and her soul attached itself to a woman with a similar appearance, miraculously reborn?
And did she not remember anything from before? Was it that one loses their memory after rebirth or simply doesn't want to recall their past?
There was some fear in his heart but also some anticipation as he tucked her hair behind her ear; due to the earlier chaos, her hair had fallen all over.
San Chun trembled slightly as she watched him sit down and continue eating his Peach of Longevity, as if nothing had happened. She felt a sense of disbelief in her heart. What was wrong with him earlier when he acted so irrationally?
After sitting down, Zhong Xue ate three more Peaches of Longevity until the plate was empty, then satisfiedly burped. Is this what they mean by people enjoying good food during happy occasions? As long as she was alive, he could look at her, whether she was human or ghost, reincarnated or something else; he didn't mind.
San Chun couldn't understand what illness Lord Jun had that made him act so rudely earlier yet still have such a good appetite. Did he not eat anywhere else and came here to steal her food?
Zhong Xue took a few more sips of tea, then clapped his hands and stood up, smiling at her, "I'll come again tomorrow."
San Chun exclaimed "Ah," realizing that he had already left on his own. It was as if he came to her place just to eat Peaches of Longevity.
San Chun felt something was off and asked the maid who had been dozing off to the side, "Has Lord Jun ever been ill?"
The maid nodded, "Of course." Who hasn't been sick at some point?
San Chun understood then; he must have been sick too often, which muddled his behavior.
Thinking carefully, it seemed that since she left the village, she had become abnormal. Many things would suddenly crash into her mind as if she had personally experienced them.
Yaya, why was she being fought over like this? Was it because she resembled someone and was kept like a monkey?
After Zhong Xue left, the Housekeeper arrived. Lord Jun had instructed that four maidservants be sent to her for her use and smiled as he said, "These four are newly bought and haven't been named yet. Please give them names, Miss."
San Chun thought for a moment and said, "Let's call them Porridge, Noodles, Rice, and Soup."
"Ah—" The old woman exclaimed in disbelief.
San Chun couldn't be bothered with them; she had just been startled and needed some time to recuperate.
Remembering Zhong Xue, she did whatever she wanted. So San Chun had been pondering what to do.
She felt stifled in the Steward's residence and wanted to go out. The Steward seemed to have received orders beforehand and immediately prepared the carriage without saying a word. He didn't even ask her where she wanted to go.
However, if someone thought they could let things take their course, they were gravely mistaken.
Not long after San Chun left Lord Jun, someone reported back to Zhong Xue.
"Spring Consort went to a Fabric Store and spent about an incense stick's worth of time there, looking at a piece of red satin."
"She bought it." Zhong Xue flipped through the Bamboo Slip without looking up.
The first group of reporters left, and soon the second group arrived. "Spring Consort went to a pastry shop and bought three bags of pastries."
"Don't worry about her."
After waiting a while, the third group rushed in, panting. "Lord Jun, there's trouble."
"What happened? Did it come to blows?"
"That strong man gathered a group of people and is going to fight Spring Consort."
Zhong Xue immediately threw down the Bamboo Slip. Did they really want to mess with her woman?
He asked, "When is the training?"
"Reporting to Lord Jun, it is tomorrow."
"Let's change it to today."
...
The attendants exchanged glances, feeling a sense of impending crisis.
Who exactly was going to face misfortune?
*
To understand what happened, we must start from the moment San Chun left the house.
She rode in a carriage with only one maid accompanying her.
For a brief moment, she thought Chengyang Jun was quite generous, allowing her to go out so easily. She had planned to take advantage of the opportunity and run away. Qing was going to Qin State, and she wanted to find him. However, as soon as the carriage left the estate, she noticed someone peeking at her from outside.
She felt suspicious; could it be that Chengyang Jun sent someone to monitor her?
To confirm her doubts, she instructed the driver to take a detour through the bustling market. She stopped by a Fabric Store and looked at a piece of bright red satin for a while, then passed by a Bakery where she bought a pack of Peach of Longevity and a pack of flaky pastries. After wandering for a bit, it seemed no one came out to stop her, and those who had been peeking around seemed to have vanished.
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