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Finest Servant Chapter 669
🕑 Added 2023-11-20 09:07:02 +0000 UTCChapter 669 Always Waiting For You
Crimson dragon and phoenix candles crackled softly, their gentle pops resonating like tender drumbeats against the chests of the two. An Biru, seemingly bold yet slightly tipsy, blushed under the dim, warm light. Her chest heaved dramatically as she loosened her elegantly pinned hair, letting it cascade down like a waterfall. Her neck, as graceful as jade, seemed to be tinged with a layer of bright pink, her eyes misty and enchantingly irresistible.
Renowned in the Miao villages as Holy Maiden and a witch peerless in beauty, equal to Ning Yuxi, her allure in a state of half-intoxication was mesmerizing – gracefully enchanting, her poise captivating, leaving onlookers spellbound and souls adrift.
Lin Wanrong, with eyes wide in fascination, gazed at her foolishly, stammering, "Master Sister, you, you are so beautiful!"
"Really?" An Biru's face flushed like the dawn, looking at him with a coquettish smile, "Do you want to see something even more beautiful?"
His heart pounding furiously, Lin Wanrong swallowed hard, "What could be more beautiful?"
With a giggle, her ears flushing as if they could drip water, she leaned close, her breath a gentle whisper, her voice alluringly pulling at the soul, "What do you think is more beautiful? Such a pure little brother, giggle!"
Provoked by this sly vixen, Lin Wanrong felt a warmth in his abdomen, his passion igniting. He embraced her tightly, planting a fervent kiss on her luscious lips, chuckling, "Then let's be pure together!"
With a startled "Ah!", the Holy Maiden felt his warm hands exploring her body.
This little brother was adept at unraveling clothes, she thought, both embarrassed and delighted. Her breathing became hot and rapid, unable to stand, she weakly nestled into his embrace, her cheeks burning red.
Beneath her Miao attire was a plain white undergarment, emitting a faint, feminine fragrance that quickened the heartbeat. Through the white fabric, her voluptuous figure was like undulating waves, captivatingly graceful.
An Biru's heart pounded chaotically, her breathing becoming more erratic, feeling his hands untying her undergarment, her body trembling lightly.
Under the dim light, Lin Wanrong caught a glimpse, his pupils dilating, forgetting to breathe.
Her slender neck was like the most beautiful white jade, her skin crystal clear and delicate, her waist lithe, her hips full and rounded, her legs long and well-proportioned. Her full chest stood proudly, trembling, like an exquisitely curved jade sculpture, a masterpiece of nature's beauty.
Under his intense gaze, An Biru's body grew weak, her face burning hot, her cherry lips panting rapidly. Hastily, she grabbed a brocade to cover her exquisite body, shyly protesting, "You mustn't look!"
Lin Wanrong's throat was dry, whispering in her ear, "Is there a rule that a husband can't look at his wife? Don't worry, Sister. I won't let you suffer. Just wait, and you can look back. Little brother won't resist."
In a burst of delicate laughter, An Bi gently caressed his face and said teasingly, "Little brother, you are still so young, your body not yet fully matured. I certainly can't be the one to ravage you!”
These words sounded so familiar to him, as if echoing from the past, when he had once spoken them within the walls of Prince Cheng's residence. Unexpectedly, Sister An had returned them in kind, igniting a fiery passion within his heart. He gently bit her earlobe, whispering, "Since it is so, then let us ravage each other!"
An Biru, startled, let out a cry. She found herself slipping into his warm embrace, her body burning with heat. The Holy Maiden, her face flushed and heart pounding, breathed softly, "Little brother, you must be gentle with me!"
Her plea acted like an aphrodisiac on Lin Wanrong, sending him into a heady rush, feeling as if he was floating. Sister An, in a mix of pain and pleasure, moaned softly, "You cruel little scoundrel!"
The room filled with soft moans, murmurs, and breaths, resembling a beautiful mountain song. Yilian, standing guard outside, blushed deeply, bowing her head in silence.
A sharp scream mixed with moans pierced the air, as Ah Lin Ge cried out in pain and breathless exhaustion, "Master Sister, you are so fierce!"
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The lovers, united, created a storm of passion, their intimate moments not to be spoken of to others.
Waking up early the next day to the chirping of birds and the gentle flow of the stream, Lin Wanrong felt incredibly refreshed. The Holy Maiden, nestled in his arms, had dew on her eyelashes and fresh tears on her cheeks, looking incredibly lovely. Her jade-like, smooth body clung tightly to him, the warmth and intimacy undeniable.
He pecked her rosy lips and caressed her full breasts with satisfaction, before finally getting up. Fresh clothes lay at the bedside, exuding a faint fragrance. He sighed deeply, reaching for them, only to feel her warm arms wrap tightly around his waist.
"Sister, you're awake?" He turned to see An Biru, her hair cascading over her shoulders, her lips rosy, her eyes half-open, and tenderly nestled in his arms, exuding a breathtaking beauty.
The Holy Maiden looked at him shyly, "According to Miao family traditions, on the first day of marriage, the husband should lift his wife from bed to show lifelong love and cherish. Little brother, will you hold me?"
Lin Wanrong laughed heartily, lifting her in his arms. An Biru joyously wrapped her arms around his neck, her face glowing with happiness.
The newlyweds reveled in their sweet, intimate moments. Sister An helped him dress, then inspected him up and down, nodding with a coy smile, "What a handsome little brother!"
Lin Wanrong kissed her cheek, teasing, "And what a beautiful sister!"
As they stepped out, Yilian greeted them with a flushed face, "Congratulations, Holy Maiden! Please, you and Ah Lin Ge, wash your hands!"
Having stood guard the previous night, Yilian had heard everything, causing An Biru's cheeks to burn with embarrassment. After washing her hands, she pulled Yilian aside, whispering, "Sister, you've had a hard night."
"I'm not troubled," Yilian replied shyly, "Holy Maiden, you've had it harder!"
This double entendre made An Biru's face turn even redder, her ears burning. She glared at Lin Wanrong, half-shy, half-annoyed, "It's all because of you, bad Ah Lin Ge!"
"Congratulations, Brother Lin, congratulations, Mrs. Lin!" Old Gao, chuckling, came in, bowing continuously to them.
Mrs. Lin still found the title unfamiliar and unaccustomed. The Holy Maiden's pretty face flushed slightly as she nodded in acknowledgment. As for Lin Wanrong, having seen much of the world, he was unfazed and felt no embarrassment.
Gao Qiu whispered into his ear, "After overnight interrogation, all of Nie Yuanqing's hidden silver has been found and confiscated for the treasury of Xuzhou. The local garrison has completed their investigation, identifying fifty-three major criminals, all of whom have been detained for legal proceedings. Over a thousand lesser offenders will be pursued for the recovery of embezzled funds and then allowed to return to civilian life."
Lin Wanrong nodded. Punishing corruption and evil deeds was a fitting resolution for the people of Xuzhou. The remaining issues of reconstruction would now rely on their diligent hands.
With the affairs of the Miao village settled, having dealt with the corrupt officials and married Sister An, and leaving Xuzhou under clear skies, it was time for him to leave. He sighed silently, gripping the Holy Maiden's hand, "Sister, I want to ask you something—"
An Biru leaned in and whispered, "Is it about your little sister Yueya'er? Don't worry, I won't harm her."
"But—" Lin Wanrong began, only for the Holy Maiden to grasp his hand gently, "Little brother, are we leaving the Miao village tomorrow?"
Having completed their tasks, it was natural to leave. Moreover, with Yueya'er on his mind, he could not afford to linger.
Lin Wanrong nodded and hummed in agreement. Seeing her reluctant expression, he quickly reassured her, "Don't worry, Sister. This is our home. We'll return every year to visit."
The Holy Maiden sighed, her eyes moistening. Though married, Xuzhou was her birthplace and home. The imminent departure made sadness inevitable.
Learning of Brother Lin and the Holy Maiden's impending departure, all the Miao elders arrived early in the morning. An Biru had already arranged all major affairs, informing everyone. The most important matter was the identity of Yilian.
With the Holy Maiden married, a new leader for the Miao village was needed. The elders were prepared for this. Yilian, though young, was a renowned figure in the Miao region. With the support of Ah Lin Ge, the Holy Maiden, and the chief elder, her appointment as the new Holy Maiden was a natural progression.
On the first day of her marriage, Sister An was exceptionally busy. Deeply attached to the Miao region, she personally oversaw all matters to ensure peace of mind before leaving. She did not rest for a moment all day.
Lin Wanrong, in contrast, had much leisure time. As the son-in-law of the Miao, he never interfered in the village's affairs, leaving decisions to the locals.
He wandered aimlessly atop Wulian Peak, enjoying the walk from the foot to the summit. Reaching the sunset pond and recalling his first venture into the White Miao village, he couldn't help but laugh. As the lights began to glow and the birds returned to their nests, he was about to return to his stilted house when he heard a timid call from behind, "Ah Lin Ge!"
Turning, he saw a charming Miao girl standing silently by the pond, gazing at him.
"Yilian, what are you doing here?!" Lin Wanrong exclaimed in surprise.
The girl slowly approached, tears shimmering in her eyes, "Brother, are you leaving tomorrow?"
From their first meeting by the Jinsha River, the simple Miao maiden, the little sister, had wholeheartedly protected him, secretly bringing him warm rice wine to keep him warm, braving her mother's scolding to prepare the finest Miao garments for him, and even helping him during his song duels with the Holy Maiden. Her devoted love shone as brightly as the sun and moon.
Lin Wanrong sighed with emotion and nodded earnestly, "Yilian, I'm sorry."
The girl's nose tingled, and she spoke softly, "Ah Lin Ge, never say such things to me. Being with you, I'm always so happy. Even though you married the Holy Maiden, seeing you happy makes me happy too."
"Why go through such pain?" Lin Wanrong silently smiled bitterly. "I'm not worth all this!"
"I know what's worth it," she replied, pulling out a broken piece of soft jade from her bosom, her eyes tender and warm. "The jade may be broken and worthless, but it's dear to me. When you gave it to me, I knew then that in this lifetime, my heart could only have room for you, Ah Lin Ge."
"Yilian—" Lin Wanrong was speechless, finally sighing, "Do you know how hard it is to be the Holy Maiden?"
She nodded firmly, "I know. But I'm willing!"
Lin Wanrong looked at her, puzzled, "What promise did Sister An make to you that you're so fearless?"
Yilian's cheeks flushed, "It's a secret between me and the Holy Maiden! If one day you decide to visit the Miao village, I'll tell you this secret."
Lin Wanrong laughed and nodded, "So I must come back, is that it? No wonder Sister An chose you as her successor. Your temperament is just like hers!"
The girl smiled joyfully, gazing at him silently, "Ah Lin Ge, I have a favor to ask!"
"Hmm?"
Tears welled up in Yilian's eyes, "Please, hug me!"
He hesitated for a moment, but the little sister had already burrowed into his arms, clinging to his chest and weeping, "This departure, who knows how many years it will be? I just fear growing old! Ah Lin Ge, Ah Ge—"
She choked up, as if running out of breath. Lin Wanrong's nose tingled, and he gently patted her soft shoulder, unable to utter a word.
"Ah Ge, you were wrong earlier. I'm not fearless," Yilian murmured, curled up in his arms. "Actually, there's something I'm afraid of!"
The little sister, who even took on the heavy responsibility of the Holy Maiden, had fears? Lin Wanrong smiled and shook his head, "You're afraid? I can't see it!"
Yilian looked at him tenderly, smiling, "I'm afraid of death."
Afraid of death? Before Lin Wanrong could react, he felt her warm, trembling lips gently press against his cheek. Yilian jumped out of his arms, looking at him, and declared loudly, "Brother, I'll wait for you! Always waiting for you!"
Her cheeks, tear-stained yet smiling, gave Ah Ge a deep look before turning and running away like the wind, her swaying figure resembling the blooming flowers on Wulian Peak.
