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Finest Servant Chapter 457
🕑 Added 2023-09-10 12:16:05 +0000 UTCChapter 457 The Deceitful Husband and the Sensuous Wife
"Really?" Lin Wanrong was overjoyed, hugging Qin Xian'er's delicate and soft body tightly. His face was filled with disbelief. "Tell me quickly, what's the solution?"
"Do you think I would lie to you?" Qin Xian'er lowered her head to nestle in his embrace, her ears flushed red, her pretty face radiant as if kissed by fire. She lightly traced circles on his chest with her finger, incredibly shy as she spoke, "But I have a condition. After I tell you the method to get rid of the curse, you must not mock me. Xian'er is doing this all for you—"
"Alright, alright," Lin Wanrong was utterly infatuated, his passions aflame. He had been waiting impatiently for this moment. He lightly pressed her full, soft bosom and shamelessly chuckled, "Don't you know me by now? As long as my little Xian'er's wishes are fulfilled, I'm willing to try any method."
Flustered, Qin Xian'er hummed for a moment but was too shy to speak. Encouraged and enticed by Lin Wanrong, she finally mustered enough courage to whisper a few words in his ear. She buried her head in his chest immediately after, not daring to look up at him, her heart pounding like a drum.
Lin Wanrong let out a soft "Ah," his eyes filled with lascivious glee, yet his face feigned surprise. "Xian'er, is this really going to work? You do know that I'm quite pure at heart, right? I've never even heard of such unconventional methods of intimacy."
Her face flushed a deep red, Qin Xian'er playfully punched him. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's, filled with both shyness and annoyance. "You're teasing me. What about that picture book you have? It has every lovemaking technique known to man. I don't know how many hundreds or thousands of times you've looked at it, and now you pretend to be all pure? I'm not scared anymore, yet you still mock me."
Not embarrassed in the least at being exposed by Qin Xian'er, Lin Wanrong laughed heartily and caressed her smooth, soft belly, frivolously saying, "My little darling, who came up with this ingenious and challenging method? She must have looked at that erotic book even more than I have. When I have the time, I should definitely exchange ideas with her."
Qin Xian'er's eyebrows were tinged with red, her face as if painted with rouge, her red lips alluring. She lightly touched his forehead and scolded, "Who else but my master? She exhausted all her wits to think of this way for you to take advantage of me. Even you, a man as insensitive as you, should not make fun of her."
"That's true," Lin Wanrong nodded solemnly, "Reading an erotic book is really tough work, it subjects you to both psychological and physical torture. I speak from personal experience." His expression suddenly shifted, and he groped Qin Xian'er's curvaceous hips, his smile utterly lascivious, "In that case, my little darling, we shouldn't let Sister An's good intentions go to waste. Let me help you dispel the curse now. Ah, this is both hard work and technical work, it might take several hours."
Qin Xian'er was already too shy to contain herself, and hearing her husband's teasing made her entire body soften. She let out a soft cry and rested her cheek against his bare chest, her hands unsure of where to go.
Lin Wanrong chuckled heartily, rising to his full height. Qin Xian'er's voluptuous figure clung to him like a shy octopus, her smooth, jade-like legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
In the misty moisture, the atmosphere was warm and romantic, carrying a humid, fragrant scent. The dim light flickered, revealing a captivating body sculpted from jade and ice before his eyes.
Qin Xian'er's features were as if drawn by an artist, her delicate lips panting lightly, appearing as frail as a freshly budded flower. Her slender eyebrows, crystal-clear eyes, and jade-smooth cheeks framed her exquisite face, making it exceptionally charming. Her crimson lips opened and closed as if hiding endless expectations in her dreamy eyes.
Her body was as white as jade, flawless and voluptuous. Her curves were clear and distinct, and her bosom rose in high crimson points like freshly bloomed roses. Under the dim light, they shimmered in a rainbow of colors. Her flat abdomen was smooth as satin, and the soft curve of her waist and the swell of her hips formed a flowing line. Her long, slender, and lustrous legs were taut and powerful, as captivating as a newly risen moon.
"Husband, stop staring; you'll make me die of embarrassment!" Qin Xian'er seemed to feel the heat of his gaze piercing her body, her entire being quivering slightly, her face blushing unbearably.
"Xian'er, you are my wife, how could I not take a good look?" Lin Wanrong swallowed hard, picked up a towel next to him, and meticulously wiped away the droplets of water on her body, missing not a single detail. His slightly rough fingers gently moved over Qin Xian'er's delicate frame, arousing a wave of heat within her. She could no longer contain herself, throwing her arms around him and panting, "Husband, take me, take me—"
Planting a soft kiss on her alluring cheek, Lin Wanrong swiftly moved her to the warm bed. Her peerless face, her full and snowy bosom, and her round and elevated hips seemed like the best aphrodisiacs. His heart ablaze, Lin Wanrong licked his dry lips and chuckled, "Xian'er, let me rid you of your curse—"
"Husband, I am yours." The overwhelming heat carried a piercing sting, making Qin Xian'er let out a cry that sounded like both pain and, more so, joy. She bit her red lips and looked at him seductively, her slender fingers deeply digging into his back. Her hips swayed, accepting his embrace, and tears of joy spilled over her cheeks.
After an unknown period, Qin Xian'er's panting voice sounded in Lin Wanrong's ear, "Husband, quickly, let's change positions, dispel the curse, oh—"
Finally fulfilling her heart's desire, she became his true wife. Holding onto his strong arms, her eyes still wet with tears, she fell into a satisfying sleep, both joyful and relieved.
...
The next morning, Lin Wanrong was sound asleep when he heard a soft call from outside the door, "Lin San, Lin San, are you awake?"
"It's the Eldest Miss," Lin Wanrong lazily rolled over, embracing the delicate body beside him. He lightly caressed her ample breasts and yawned, "Of everyone in the Xiao family, she's the one who can't stand to see me idle."
Qin Xian'er, newlywed and deeply in love with her husband, was reluctant to let him leave. Her flushed face clung tightly to him, as she nuzzled against his chest and softly chided, "Ignore her, Husband, I want you to stay with me a little longer. I haven't slept this comfortably in a long time."
Now truly a woman, the love and affection in her eyes could not be concealed, like pools of autumn water, slowly swirling. An unspeakable affection flooded the room. Lin Wanrong felt the flames rise in his heart and playfully pinched her on her pert bottom, chuckling lasciviously, "Xian'er, are you trying to tempt me into staying in bed? Very well, let's take advantage of the early hour to 'untangle the knot' once more."
At that, Qin Xian'er blushed, her body slipping into the quilt. She covered her cheek with the silk quilt, revealing only her deeply affectionate eyes. "Husband, spare me some mercy. I haven't fully recovered yet," she said shyly, the temperature in the room seemingly rising even further.
Lin Wanrong swallowed hard, pulling her into his arms, and gently caressing her backside. He chuckled, "You really had a tough time last night, my little darling, playing the bride twice."
"You're awful, don't say that—" Qin Xian'er's cheeks flushed even redder, her slender jade fingers covering his lips as her body relaxed.
‘This girl is indeed sensitive,’ Lin Wanrong laughed out loud and then sighed, "I really have to hand it to Sister An, coming up with such a brilliant idea. We are kindred spirits. I must find time to consult her more—huh, Xian'er, why are you giving me that look? Sister An and I are merely engaged in academic discussions, don't get the wrong idea."
Qin Xian'er gave him a coquettish glance, "You men always want to take advantage without looking guilty. You even dare to say such things to my master? Aren't you ashamed?"
"That's a fair point," Lin Wanrong nodded, recalling the night with An Biru. He felt warmer and chuckled suggestively, "In that case, Xian'er, you can speak on my behalf. Discuss last night's positions with your master. I feel there are several aspects we didn't quite grasp. Consult Sister An; you're both women, it will be easier to discuss."
Qin Xian'er scoffed lightly, covering his eyes with her hand and laughing shyly, "Positions? I think you know more than my master does. She only taught me the basics, how to 'untangle knots.' You, however, are a lecher wanting to make groundbreaking contributions to the 'doctrine of lechery.'"
"To become a grandmaster in that field, I am still far too inexperienced and need more cultivation. It would be best if Sister An could personally guide me. That way, I would progress faster," Lin Wanrong sighed with a look of regret on his face.
Xian'er slapped him lightly on the face and giggled, "Keep dreaming! My master is busy; she has no time for you."
"Busy?" Lin Wanrong asked in surprise, "Isn't she home visiting relatives? What's so busy about that?"
Qin Xian'er shook her head and chuckled softly. "It's not as simple as you think. My master is busy with matchmaking; how could she have time to entertain you?"
"What? Matchmaking?!" Lin Wanrong exclaimed, his tongue almost sticking out. He sprang up from his bed, the covers falling away, exposing his muscular physique.
"Lin San, what's going on? Are you up?" Eldest Miss had been waiting outside the room for some time. Hearing the commotion inside, she hastily called out.
Lin Wanrong responded, "Eldest Miss, please wait. I'll be out in a moment." He grabbed Qin Xian'er's hand and asked frantically, "Xian'er, who is Sister An meeting for matchmaking? By heavens, when I'm not home she's busy with this? Where is justice, where is law?"
Qin Xian'er giggled again and glanced at his exposed body. Blushing, she quickly pulled him back under the covers and teased, "What's your rush? What does my master's matchmaking have to do with you? She is a Miao leader, and according to their customs, only someone who is married can lead the tribe. My master has been drifting outside for many years; it's rare that she can finally reunite with her people. Therefore, she has to go through matchmaking."
"Matchmaking can't be better than love by choice," Lin Wanrong grumbled, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Xian'er, who are the men Sister An is meeting? Are any of them taller or handsomer than me? If so, I'll go cut them down!"
Xian'er laughed and shot him a flirtatious glance. "You've been spoiled by my master. How can you say such things? If she succeeds in matchmaking, then she will have found her life's partner and we will have a new master. We should congratulate her, not talk about cutting him down."
‘I want to be your master,’ Lin Wanrong mouthed silently to Xian'er. The very thought excited him so much that he felt like he was being scratched by a cat. He wished he could fly to the Miao village right then to take that vixen into his arms and ravish her to death.
"Husband, what did you say?" Not hearing his words but seeing his peculiar expression, Qin Xian'er looked at him curiously and whispered.
"Ah, I said I want to be your husband," Lin Wanrong grinned, and then clenched his teeth. "Xian'er, tell me, who are the men meeting Sister An for matchmaking? Are they men or women, Han or Miao? If any are handsomer or more talented than me, list their names. I'll personally investigate them. Those that Sister An doesn't like, she can eliminate—and those she likes, I'll eliminate!"
Seeing his brash and domineering attitude, and recalling how he was accustomed to fooling around with her master as well, Qin Xian'er didn't take him seriously and giggled. "Both Miao and Han people are involved, and yes, some are better looking than you. However, none of that matters. Since my master is the leader of the Miao village, the matchmaking will naturally follow the village's traditions. They have to pass through the Peach Blossom Miasma, walk on fire, duel in songs, and choose the bravest warrior—there are many such customs in the Miao village."
Peach Blossom Miasma? Walk on fire? Duel in songs? Lin Wanrong's head felt like it was about to burst. He knew nothing about Miao customs, and it was clear to him that Sister An was setting up a situation that would benefit someone else.
Qin Xian'er wore a faint smile on her face as she softly spoke, "I visited the Miao Village festival when I was a child. It's quite lively. Husband, when you return from the frontier, we can go visit my master and also see how her matchmaking is going."
The thought of watching the vixen An match with another man was more unbearable for Lin Wanrong than death itself. He grunted and reluctantly said, "I have to set off immediately. There's no time to go to the Miao Village. How about this, Xian'er? Write a letter to Sister An and ask her to delay the matchmaking for a decade or so. After I finish the battle and return, I'll accompany her in the matchmaking."
Seeing her husband's face tinged with bitterness, looking thoroughly vexed, Qin Xian'er shook her head and smiled. She recalled the times when her master and her husband would banter and argue, while she listened attentively at the side, feeling immensely warm at heart. She missed her master a little. Grabbing Lin Wanrong's hand, she giggled, "Don't worry. Every year around June or July, the Miao Village holds a Torch Festival. It's a time when unmarried men and women are free to meet and match. My master will also be matchmaking then. If you can't make it back, I will find a way to ruin it—hmph, I don't like seeing other men beside my master either."
"Exactly, exactly," Lin Wanrong exclaimed, overjoyed, and gave her a thumbs-up. "My darling, we are truly of one heart. I can't stand the sight of other men with Sister An either. So this crucial task is yours. Once I return from battle, I'll go to match—"
"Hm?!" Xian'er looked at him quizzically.
"Ah, no, no, I mean to watch Sister An's matchmaking," Lin Wanrong hastily corrected himself, a smile blossoming in his heart.
When it came to causing trouble, this couple was indeed a match made in heaven. Qin Xian'er was top-notch at spoiling others' plans, and Lin Wanrong was no gentleman keen on making people's lives better either. They quickly conspired and set a major plan in motion. With Xian'er taking care of things, Lin Wanrong was completely at ease—these were lessons learned from his own experiences, after all.
Eldest Miss called from outside the room several times before the two finally emerged. Xiao Yuruo's face looked pale, and there were traces of red in her eyes as if she hadn't slept well the previous night.
"What happened to you, Eldest Miss?" Lin Wanrong was concerned and was about to take her jade-like hand, but Qin Xian'er preemptively stepped between them, holding Xiao Yuruo's delicate hand, asking affectionately, "Yes, Sister Xiao, what's the matter? Didn't you sleep well last night?"
‘This girl still couldn't change her jealous nature,’ Lin Wanrong thought, smiling without taking offense.
Upon seeing the couple step out together, with Lin San looking pleased, and his face blooming with smiles, and Qin Xian'er had a gleam in her eyes, her beauty seemed to blossom overnight, transforming into a mesmerizing young woman, Xiao Yuruo sensed something had happened; she felt a twinge of sorrow and her nose tingled. She turned her head away and spoke defiantly, "Nothing. I stayed up talking with Yushuang and Mother until late. I didn't sleep until the third watch of the night and woke up early. So I'm a bit down."
"So that's how it is," Qin Xian'er's beautiful eyes flickered as she smiled and nodded. "Eldest Miss and her family, mother and daughters, all get along so well. I'm envious. I, on the other hand, have been unfortunate, sharing a bed only with my husband and being teased by him. Sister Xiao—" She slowly lowered her head, a tempting blush appearing at the roots of her ears. Her lips parted shyly, and she whispered, "You probably don't know yet. I won't be the subject of your mockery anymore. Last night, I—I became his wife. He also—oh, it's too embarrassing—"
Qin Xian'er lowered her head, unable to conceal the happiness and pride on her face. Though she had mended her relationship with Xiao Yuruo, her competitive spirit was hard to change overnight. By saying this, she intended to recover the ground she had lost to Xiao Yuruo's taunts the previous night.
Noticing the raging fire in Eldest Miss's eyes, Lin Wanrong hurriedly shrank his neck and chuckled awkwardly. "Well, I was injured last night and needed someone to take care of me—"
"You dare to speak—Who told me last night that taking care of each other was something very pure?" Tears began to form in Eldest Miss's eyes. She bit her red lips, wishing she could punch him.
Qin Xian'er, sensing victory, couldn't help but giggle. With flushed cheeks, she warmly took Xiao Yuruo's hand and said, "Eldest Miss, don't you know your husband? When he speaks of purity, he means purity of the soul. He won't shirk any of his responsibilities."
‘This little minx is undermining me,’ thought Lin Wanrong as he glared at her. Qin Xian'er ignored him, fluttering her eyelashes seductively and smiling coquettishly, her whole demeanor exuding a sense of spring that even Xiao Yuruo could somewhat feel.
"He indeed shirked no responsibilities," said Xiao Yuruo, her competitive spirit roused by Qin Xian'er's triumph. She hummed dismissively and said, half-mocking, half-serious, "Sister Xian'er, you are indeed charming. No wonder he cherishes you so much. Even I feel a bit of heartache hearing it. 'Husband, quickly, quickly, change position, lift the curse, oh—'. My mother, Yushuang, and I listened to your melodious cries all night."
Even the bold Qin Xian'er was struck dumb by Xiao Yuruo's sharp retort. Her cheeks instantly turned red, and she hurriedly covered her face, stomping her feet, "You—you all heard? What should I do, how can I face people now?"
‘These two women, neither of them is easy to handle,’ thought Lin Wanrong. Xian'er did indeed make quite a noise last night, but it wouldn't have been audible unless one was intentionally listening. He chuckled nervously and patted her on the shoulder, "Don't worry, don't worry. This courtyard is only occupied by a few women, all of whom you know—Eldest Miss and the Second Miss. We're all one family now; there's nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, didn't I make more noise than you?"
This wasn't consoling; it was more like mutual self-indulgence. Eldest Miss blushed and huffed softly.
Qin Xian'er nodded, incredibly shy, and said softly, "Letting Eldest Miss and Yushuang hear is one thing; after all, we'll be sharing a bed as sisters in the future. It's no big deal if they hear and I hear back. But what about Madam Xiao, the elder? If our behavior reaches her ears, wouldn't it be against propriety?"
‘Is this what you call chaos?’ Lin Wanrong chuckled. "It's fine, it's fine. I bet that the Madam didn't hear anything. If you don't believe me, go ask her yourself."
Qin Xian'er chuckled, her face flushed with color. Suddenly, she turned to Xiao Yuruo and softly said, "Sister Xiao, if you must laugh, then laugh. I, Qin Xian'er, love as deeply as I hate. Since everything already belongs to my husband, I give myself completely to him without any reservations, and I'm not afraid of being laughed at. Husband, don't you agree?"
She shot Lin Wanrong a seductive smile, surpassing the beauty of blooming flowers, causing even the Eldest Miss to stare in awe.
Lin Wanrong felt a warmth inside, and hurriedly nodded his head. Xian'er giggled, "Husband, Sister Xiao is looking for you. I won't disturb you any longer. I'll go and see Sister Yushuang and chat with the Madam."
With that, she turned and left, her petite figure as captivating as ever, leaving Lin Wanrong feeling as warm as if he were bathed in bright sunlight.
"Even your soul has been charmed away, hasn't it?" Eldest Miss gazed at him sadly, her tone laced with a mixture of bitterness and melancholy.
Lin Wanrong quickly replied with a smile, "If it were you, my soul would've scattered long ago."
Xiao Yuruo's expression softened slightly. She hummed, lowering her head, "Then you may not stay in her room tonight."
"What?!" Lin Wanrong exclaimed, "Where will I sleep, then?"
"I don't care." The Eldest Miss felt her cheeks burn. Her fists clenched as she saw his bewildered expression. Hurriedly lowering her head, she whispered, "Someone will take care of you tonight."
"What do you mean by that?" Lin Wanrong was utterly confused.
"You fool!" Xiao Yuruo was a mix of embarrassment and frustration, yet unable to explain herself. Suddenly remembering that they had been squabbling for quite a while without addressing the important matter, her cheeks flushed even more. She hurriedly reached out to straighten his clothes and softly said, "Quickly go to the front hall; Mr. Xu has been waiting for you all morning. I heard something happened in the palace."
