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Chapter 39 Women Each Have Their Own Thoughts

The sun rises.

Let's leave aside the story of the old man and the boy waiting for the official ship at the dock.

Meanwhile, in the Jia family mansion, which everyone envied.

Everyone had just finished paying their respects.

Lin Daiyu, supported by Zijuan's hand, was leaning against the vermilion balustrade, looking at the koi carp by the waterside pavilion.

She wore a light purple silk jacket, loosely tied, which accentuated her slender waist and made her face look as white as snow with a touch of rouge.

She was breathing heavily, her lips parted.

It revealed a sickly, alluring charm.

Pityful.

"I've finally caught you!" A clear laugh came from behind the hibiscus trellis, and Wang Xifeng appeared, waving a gold-plated fan.

She wore a crimson shirt tied around a high-waisted Xiang skirt, the gold-embroidered skirt stretched taut, and her two plump breasts swayed gracefully in the silk as she moved.

"You only ate half a bowl of bird's nest porridge and then you became lazy and refused to come out. If it weren't for Keqing coming to pay her respects, I wouldn't have been able to find you!"

She strode forward and took Daiyu's hand, then suddenly frowned, her delicately drawn willow-leaf eyebrows furrowing: "Oh dear, her hands are so cold, it's as if they've been soaked in snow water! And look at her complexion—"

"It was just white when I saw it this morning, but now it's turning bluish. Did you stay up all night reading poetry again?"

Just as Daiyu was about to reply, Qin Keqing emerged from behind Fengjie.

Today she wore a lotus-colored, silver-embroidered, double-breasted blouse, with a pearl hairpin in her hair. As she moved, the blouse tightly bound her two trembling, enormous breasts, stretching the lotus pattern on the blouse into an exaggerated arc, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at her.

Without any formalities, she reached out and touched Daiyu's forehead, exclaiming in surprise, "Your forehead seems to be burning hot! I knew something was wrong when I saw you trying to hold on in the old lady's room."

Upon hearing this, Sister Feng immediately threw her fan onto the stone bench and called out, "Ping'er! Bring some hot tea!"

Then he turned to scold Zijuan: "You silly girl, why didn't you come home earlier when the young lady is so sick? I'll tell the old lady to skin you alive!"

Daiyu quickly tugged at Fengjie's sleeve, her voice barely a whisper: "I don't blame her, I was the one who stopped her from saying it. As autumn deepens, it's common for old ailments to flare up."

"What's normal! Taking good care of her is normal!" Fengjie helped Daiyu sit down on the stone bench, then suddenly remembered something: "Speaking of your old ailment—that doctor from Ximen in Qinghe County who treated my headache the other day was truly a reincarnation of Hua Tuo! These past few days, as the seasons have changed, my headaches were also flaring up, but the day he massaged my cough and used his family's secret technique, it all disappeared without a trace."

She twirled around lightly as she spoke.

"My head hasn't hurt for the past few days. I sleep soundly at night and feel so energetic during the day that I could kill a tiger!"

Daiyu lowered her head and smiled, "Sister-in-law Feng has always been a very straightforward person." But because she spoke so quickly, she couldn't help but cover her mouth with a handkerchief and cough lightly.

As Keqing was tucking Daiyu in, she smiled and nodded upon hearing this: "Auntie is right, but I don't know if we can get that divine physician Ximen to come again."

As he spoke, he took off the sandalwood bracelet from his wrist and gently slipped it onto Daiyu's wrist: "This bracelet can calm the mind, so please wear it, Miss."

Daiyu lowered her head and smelled a delicate fragrance. Just as she was about to refuse, she heard Fengjie clap her hands and say, "What's so difficult about that? It would be great if he were willing to come. Otherwise, I have to go out and check some accounts these few days anyway, so what's wrong with me going myself? No matter what kind of miracle doctor he is, do you think our Jia family can't invite him?"

Then he suddenly turned to Keqing, "How has Brother Zhen been these days?"

Keqing said softly, "Thank you for your concern, Aunt. My father-in-law is very fortunate. After a few days of recuperation since waking up, he can walk as well as before. Yesterday he was even saying that he wanted to invite my second uncle to go hunting swans outside the city." Just then, Amber from Grandmother Jia's room came to deliver a message, saying that the old lady had woken up and wanted to see Rong's eldest daughter-in-law. Keqing then hurriedly took her leave.

As Fengjie watched Keqing's departing figure, her brows furrowed, revealing a worried expression.

She could tell at a glance that Qin Keqing's smile didn't reach her eyes, and that a layer of weariness lingered between her brows.

It's clear that he's overthinking, carrying a heavy burden on his heart, and feeling depressed.

Although her pair of enviable treasures hadn't lost any weight, her cheeks had become noticeably thinner than they had been a few days ago.

If this continues, I'm afraid I'll ruin my health.

Meanwhile, Keqing was staggering through the Qinfang Gate, having spent the last few days pondering how to leave the mansion.

Looking at her swaying reflection in the water, she felt a tightness in her chest from the heavy silk robe, and reached out to loosen the collar.

Suddenly, she saw autumn leaves falling into the water, startling the fish. She suddenly remembered the anniversary of her mother's death—that's it! She could use the Shuiyue Nunnery as an excuse to go to Qinghe for medical treatment.

Thinking of this, a pale smile finally appeared on her pale lips.

Meanwhile, in the Ximen residence...

Ximen Qing held Jinlian'er in his arms and slept soundly until the sun was high in the sky. Only when the blinding white light shone through the window paper did he groggily open his eyes.

The first petal of the crabapple blossoms newly unfurls, and the first hint of red appears on the peony's bud.

The official saw Jinlian in his arms, her hair disheveled like ink splashed, her black hair wrapped around her neck.

Her cheeks were flushed with dew, her face rosy from sleep, and her cherry lips parted slightly as she breathed out her warm breath, which tickled his collarbone.

A jade-like arm, as smooth and sweaty as a lotus root, wrapped tightly around his waist; two legs were twisted around his lap like a pretzel.

Last night's absurdity still seems unbelievable to me today.

The woman in his arms was slender and petite, with delicate and slender bones, yet her skin and flesh were soft and evenly proportioned, with fullness in the right places like a ripe peach and slenderness in the right places like a bundle of silk.

When he picked him up, a circle of snow-white, soft flesh peeked out from the edge of his arm.

She was clearly a young girl, yet she was three times more plump than that woman.

No wonder people say, "The spring night is too short and the sun rises high, so the emperor no longer holds morning court!"
Holding such a beauty in your arms, her warm and soft body enveloping you, so intoxicating and blissful, who would want to leave this warm bed and bother with those damn business accounts?

Ximen Da Guanren carefully tried to gently remove the jade arm wrapped around his waist.

The moment she moved, Pan Jinlian cried out in alarm, her almond-shaped eyes snapping open, shimmering with tears but filled with terror. Terrified, she cried out, "Father...Father, spare me! I...I really can't take it anymore!" Her face turned deathly pale, and she shrank back.

Seeing her startled expression, Ximen Da Guanren found it amusing and chuckled, "You little slut, where did your enthusiasm for clinging to me last night go?" As he spoke, he made a move to lift the covers and get out of bed.

When Pan Jinlian saw that he was really going to leave, her heart sank – she, a newly arrived maid, had won favor entirely through her skills in bed. If the master left so coldly, wouldn't all her madness the night before have been for nothing? Her desire to rise in rank immediately overwhelmed the pain in her body!

In her desperation, she ignored the pain and rushed forward naked, wrapping herself around Ximen Da Guanren's waist like a snake, pressing close to his back, her sobs turning into a sweet tone: "Father...don't go! I...I was confused just now!" Her jade-like hands slid down his waist.

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(End of this chapter)