Chapter Thirty-Eight: A Woman's Face

n't know where they came from. They probably heard about the reputation of our Fengxiang Building and came to eat, but when they saw the prices, they thought it was too expensive and couldn't afford i...Fu Zi Mo let out a cold snort, then shoved her off the horse with his hand.

Qin Luoyan staggered two steps before regaining her balance. She didn't care about her own disheveled state and immediately rushed to Yisheng's side, carefully checking his injuries. "Who hurt you"

Yisheng glanced in Fu Zimo's direction, his eyes darkened for a moment, then he shook his head and remained silent.

“Don't be afraid, sister won't let you be wronged!” Qin Luoyan even felt she didn't have the confidence when she said this, but in front of Yisheng, she still chose to hold on. If she herself didn't have the confidence, wouldn't this child have even less hope in his heart

Ji Ying still remained silent. Qin Luoyan felt a bit anxious. Though young, the child was surprisingly sensible. She knew he only stayed quiet because he worried about causing trouble for her.

She stroked his head and whispered, "Yingsheng, sister tells you, no matter what trouble, your sister will stand in front of you. Unless your sister dies and can't protect you anymore, otherwise, your sister will definitely not let you be wronged."

"Don't die." Yisheng hugged her in fear, his small hands tender as they rested on her waist.

The warmth made her heart swell with sweetness. She reached back and hugged him, gently patting his back in a soothing manner.

This scene of deep sibling love fell into Fu Zimo's profound eyes, suddenly causing him to laugh out loud. However, in that laughter, there was a hint of mockery.

He suddenly clamped his horse's belly and galloped into the courtyard. Immediately, someone came up to meet him. He pointed at Yisheng outside the gate and asked, "Who did this"

Several guards, disguised as civilians, looked at each other nervously but all lowered their heads and remained silent.

Fu Zimu let out a cold snort and said, “Since you won’t speak, then you are all accomplices. Bring them here, cut off the hands and feet of each of these unruly people!”

Although there were only a few guards disguised as commoners in the courtyard, upon Fu Zi Mo's command, several soldiers emerged from nowhere and subdued the guards without hesitation.

"Spare us, my lord, spare us! Please, for the sake of the young mistress, show mercy and let us go this time." A guard spoke up, begging for mercy. The others quickly followed suit, echoing his plea.

They are just guards of Miss Xiao, only taking orders and acting according to them. The mistress was frightened and upset, so naturally, she wanted to vent her anger on someone. In this courtyard, who is the best target for her anger than this lowly bastard, Yisheng

Qin Luoyan, clutching Wing Sheng's arm, strode towards the courtyard gate when she heard these words. Anger surged within her. Seeing several guards pinned down by others, she didn't hesitate to pick up a stone from the ground and charge forward.

So this is what they call a brawl, I guess.

Only Qin Luoyan was seen wielding the stone, her movements were ruthless and decisive, smashing it towards the guards relentlessly. Her ferocity made even the soldiers in the courtyard draw back their lips and feel a chill down their spines.

Fu Zimo was also stunned by Qin Luo'yan's boldness. For a moment, he forgot to stop it. He didn't speak, and the soldiers, following those guards, wouldn't let go. In a short while, all those guards were bleeding profusely.

Exhausted, Qin Luoyan felt a twinge of pain in her wrist. She then sullenly dropped the stone she had been holding.

Just as the stone landed, she suddenly stiffened and realized what she had done. She swallowed nervously and forced herself to turn back to Fu Zimo, stammering, "That... that, I was impulsive..."

"It was rather savage, but... being the consort of this king, it's better to be bold." Fu ZiMo said this, then walked before those guards, "Go back and tell your master that since she has been frightened, it's best to behave. In a few days we will return to Beijing. Before returning to Beijing, if she is still restless, this king cannot guarantee her safety."

There's a hint of dissatisfaction in this statement.

Several guards, having heard this, didn't dare to delay any longer. They immediately scrambled and crawled towards Xiao Changyue's house.

Qin Luoyan was about to take Yingsheng back to her room to treat his wounds when she felt Fu Zimu's cold gaze sweep over her. "Don't forget, you are this king's bed warmer," he said coldly. "It's late, and this king needs to rest."

"Warm the bed girl," he said, very heavily, very clearly.

In front of Yisheng, Qin Luoyan was called a "warmer", her pride was slightly hurt, and her face flushed involuntarily. She wanted to see Yisheng's reaction, but she saw Yisheng bowing his head, seemingly not understanding the meaning of these words. This made her feel a little more at ease.

"Yīshēng, you go back to your room and rest first. Your elder sister will be back in a while." Qín Luòyān said softly.

Yisheng didn't raise his head, but he clutched her hand tightly and refused to let go. His head was buried too low, concealing the resentment and defiance in his eyes. He absolutely wouldn't let her know that he had actually understood Fu Zimo's words; he knew what a "warming the bed" girl meant.

He would never tell her that when he was sold to a wealthy household, the old master used to insult the maids who warmed his bed every day. He had personally witnessed several of them jump into wells after enduring it for too long.

"Don't worry, elder sister will be back in a while." Qin Luoyan withdrew her hand from his small one, pushed him into the room and then turned to follow Fu Zimo.

The four corners of the room were lit by candles, their flames flickering and casting dancing shadows on the two figures who entered one after the other.

A pot of red charcoal was placed in the center of the room. The window was open, and when the cold wind blew in, the red embers seemed to burn even brighter.

"Warm the bed." Fu Zimu stood by the brazier, roasting fire, and uttered three words faintly.

Qin Luoyan gritted her teeth, took off her shoes and socks, and was about to climb onto the bed. Damn it, these aristocrats are really perverted! In winter, just putting a hot water bottle in the quilt would keep you warm, but they actually want people's body heat to warm the bed. And according to rumors, some particular ones even require a virgin's "maidenhood" to warm the bed.

Isn't it just about warming up the quilt Could the body temperature of a virgin be any different from that of other women

"Are you just going to go up there Using your dirty clothes to stain this king's bed" Fu Zi Mo frowned, his gaze falling on her pair of smooth and fair jade feet.

"Then what do you want to do" Qin Luoyan asked through gritted teeth.

Fu Zi Mo's eyes were deep, he uttered a single word, "Leave!"

What

Damn you!

Can it get any more domineering

Qin Luo's smoke was getting angry, she really had no words for this person's rogue behavior. But, did she have any room to resist

"Master Wang, I..." Qin Luo smoked her saliva and silently pulled her skirt down. "I got my period. If I take off my clothes, it will stain your bed."

"Oh" Fu Zi Mo's eyes grew even deeper, he walked closer to her step by step, but the smile on his lips was a little eerie, "This Gui Shui, it came so coincidentally"

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