Chapter 759 – Is the Lady Back? (Part 1)
“Sigh—my neck hurts, and the tea is gone—”
Feng Zhen set down his brush, pounded his aching neck with his fist, and wiggled his toes. After sitting for so long, his legs felt like they belonged to someone else.
Yang Si was rifling through a pile of bamboo slips, not looking up as he said, “The tea is gone. Just call the maid from the tea room to bring another pot.”
Feng Zhen’s face showed a knowing grin, “Perfect timing, that maid’s massage skills are pretty good.”
Yang Si lowered his gaze, “You really don’t fear trouble, do you? Who knows what those maids were before?”
After the disaster in Chenzhou, many officials had been captured, leaving behind a handful of concubines, female slaves, maidservants, and housemaids raised by various ministers… The mansion they were temporarily residing in also belonged to someone else, and the maidservants were all hired later.
Feng Zhen replied, “I just want her to knead my shoulders a bit; it’s nothing more than that.”
To be honest, since Feng Zhen joined Jiang Pengji, he had toned it down a lot.
Before, he was a playboy, but now it had been months without being able to hold a lady’s hand, let alone develop any further relationship.
If compared to before, his life now felt like that of a ascetic.
Just as he was about to shed a tear over his fate, soft footsteps came from outside, and a shadow slowly approached the hall.
Without looking up, Feng Zhen said, “Fill the teapot on the table, then knead my shoulders for me just like yesterday.”
After a pause, there was no response.
“What? You want me to serve you tea and knead your shoulders?”
A somewhat familiar voice came from above, carrying a tone of inexplicable warning.
Feng Zhen took a moment to process and then burst into laughter, “Oh, so asking you to bring tea and knead my shoulders is too much for you?”
At that moment, the entire live stream’s comments were filled with sympathy for Feng Zhen while eagerly anticipating him getting scolded by the host.
【I love Jiang Qi: Warning for incoming high energy—your free-spirited idol Feng Zhen is about to be brutally dealt with by the host.】
【Windswept and Lonely: I really want to grab Feng Zhen’s shoulders and shake him hard. Is living not good enough? Why unnecessarily court death?】
【Changsun Wushuang: Seriously, why court death? Asking the host to refill his tea? I bet the host will just grab his chin and pour an entire pot of hot water down his throat. Knead his shoulders? Won’t she just break his collarbone?】
“Feng Zhen, I dare you to try. I’m just worried you don’t have the guts to let me do it. Living the good life, working, having maids to serve you, and asking for shoulder rubs?” Jiang Pengji took a couple of steps forward, her snow-white stockings coming into view.
When Feng Zhen heard her address him by name and title in that familiar voice, a shiver went down his spine.
He slowly raised his head, like a prisoner awaiting execution.
Eh—
She slightly knelt down to meet his gaze, “Zi Shi, do you want to have a taste of my skills?”
Feng Zhen was so startled that he leaned back too far, landing on the floor with a thud.
He scrambled up, straightened himself, and said earnestly, “I pay my respects to my Lord.”
Jiang Pengji smiled and asked, “You still haven’t answered my question.”
Feng Zhen’s expression turned sour, looking like he had eaten a whole basket of bitter melon.
What in the world is happening here!
Had he known the person walking in was not a maid but Jiang Pengji, he wouldn’t have dared to boss her around, unless he wished for death.
However, it seemed that his Lord in female attire wasn’t such an eyesore; she looked far better in woman’s clothing than he had imagined a muscular ‘big lady’ would.
Yang Si, watching the whole scene, couldn’t help but chuckle.
Feng Zhen brought this upon himself; he was asking for a scare.
“Ah, you Yang Jingrong, you’re just enjoying watching me make a fool of myself!”
Feng Zhen found it a bit odd at first facing his Lord dressed as a woman, but soon, his urge to retort at Yang Si took over.
Yang Si propped his chin up with one hand and laughed, “If you hadn’t handed them the ropes, who would be laughing at your expense?”
“Bad company leads to bad recommendations!”
Yang Si clearly knew Jiang Pengji was coming but didn’t bother to give Feng Zhen a heads-up. Instead, he watched him stumble in amusement.
Just when Feng Zhen wanted to say something, a servant’s voice came from outside.
“Lord, Huang Governor’s wife has come to pay a visit.”
Jiang Pengji was taken aback, “Huang Governor’s wife? Who’s that?”
Yang Si thought for a moment and said, “It should be Huang Song’s wife, but I’m not sure what she’s here for.”
Jiang Pengji was astonished, “Huang Gongao has a wife? When did they get married? How come no one informed me?”
With Huang Song’s wife arriving, Jiang Pengji couldn’t just leave her outside; she had to meet her personally.
Yang Si suggested, “My Lord, do you need to dress up a bit more? It seems a bit too plain for receiving visitors like this.”
Jiang Pengji shrugged, “Your Lord isn’t just any ordinary noble woman. Dressing up all colorful for whom? That’s just absurd!”
With that, she strode away confidently.
Each of her steps seemed to match two or three normal women’s steps.
And looking at her height, even average men felt the pressure, let alone petite women.
Yang Si watched, feeling a hint of gastritis coming on.
He couldn’t help but think that his Lord wasn’t wearing the wrong outfit; she seemed to have been born into the wrong body altogether.
As Huang Song’s wife settled in the living room, Jiang Pengji found two knife-wielding maidservants standing outside when she arrived.
Her brows didn’t even furrow; her expression was relaxed as she entered and spotted a stunning young woman sitting demurely to the right.
Not too old, her hair arranged in a woman’s hairstyle—this must be Huang Song’s wife.
【Night Sorrowful Heart: Good grief, Huang Song’s wife looks like a high school girl, and she’s already married!】
Jiang Pengji shared the same sentiment as this viewer.
Huang Song’s wife had the youthful innocence of a young girl, but there was a more mature composedness in her demeanor.
“I am Huang Qiqi, I greet the Liu County Official.”
Once Jiang Pengji was seated, Huang Song’s wife bowed to her, and the four knife-wielding maidservants behind her also bowed.
Jiang Pengji noticed not only were the maidservants armed, but Huang Song’s wife herself was skilled in martial arts, with two knives tucked into her belt.
Tsk tsk—such a spicy pepper! I wonder if Huang Song usually feels intimidated by his young wife?
“My husband and I were close friends; there’s no need for such excessive courtesy, Lady.”
In comparison to the lavishly adorned Huang Song’s wife, bedecked with beautifully crafted hairpin accessories, Jiang Pengji appeared rather plain.
Yet despite their different atmospheres, even without makeup, Jiang Pengji could still exert a formidable presence that pressured those around her.
“Liu County Official saved my husband at the court. Such courtesy cannot be omitted.”
Jiang Pengji replied with a casual “Oh,” and said, “It was nothing really, Lady Qiqi. Did you come to express your thanks?”
“Yes, however, I’m uncertain of your preferences, so if it’s inappropriate, please forgive me.”
Jiang Pengji glanced at the gifts displayed below, consisting entirely of high-quality cosmetics and fine fabrics.
She couldn’t help but chuckle, realizing the lady’s intentions.
“Thank you very much.”
Now, it was Huang Qiqi’s turn to be surprised.
“Are you not angry, County Official?”
“Why should I be angry?” Jiang Pengji asked, “These are all good things. I can’t use them, but there are certainly beautiful ladies who could use them.”
