Finest Servant - Chapter 255

Chapter 255 The Two Madams

Lin Wanrong anxiously poked his head out of the carriage, still some ten li from Jinling. In the vast twilight, the city walls of Jinling loomed impressively high. The lanterns of the night patrol slowly roamed, bathing the city in an atmosphere of tranquility and peace. Although he had only been gone for half a month, it felt like he had been away for a much longer time. “Qiaoqiao, Eldest Miss, how have you been?”

Qin Xian’er was also revisiting old grounds. She was once a member of the White Lotus Sect, but now she was returning home with her husband, a naturally different experience. Thinking about past events, her heart was filled with both emotion and joy. Grabbing Lin Wanrong’s hand, she looked at him seductively and whispered into his ear, “Husband, have you visited Miaoyu Pavilion again since I left—”

“Absolutely not,” Lin Wanrong denied fervently, his face serious. “Xian’er, you know that I only went to Miaoyu Pavilion because of you. With you gone, why would I go there? How can those common rouges there compare to my dear wife, Xian’er?”

Qin Xian’er covered her lips and chuckled lightly, “If there was someone who could surpass me, would you have gone then?”

“Cough, cough.” This girl really knew how to twist words. Lin Wanrong hadn’t even responded when An Biru laughed, “Xian’er, you must keep a close eye on your husband. He seems to have quite the charm with young women; you can’t spoil him too much. Oh yes, General Lin, I heard there’s a lady named Xiao Qingxuan who seems to have a favorable opinion of you, is that true?”

Hearing the mention of Xiao Qingxuan, Xian’er turned her head and pouted, lightly humming from her nostrils. Lin Wanrong glanced at An Biru, this woman, she knew Xian’er’s personality, yet she deliberately brought up the one person Xian’er didn’t want to hear about.

Lin Wanrong pulled Xian’er close and laughed, “Yes, I have a very good relationship with Qingxuan. Xian’er, you will become good sisters with her in the future. Stop fighting each other and be caring towards each other, understand?”

“That woman, I just can’t stand her. Why would I be sisters with her? It would be better to kill her.” Qin Xian’er turned her head away and pouted slightly, carefully stealing a glance at her husband.

Xian’er was absolutely obedient to him, but she was not as kind to others. Lin Wanrong let out a wry smile. This girl, what problem did she have with Qingxuan that she had to make things difficult?

Qin Xian’er remembered something, her face suddenly turned red, she nestled in his arms and whispered in his ear, “Husband, have you and that vixen Xiao… Have you ever had…that?”

“That? What is that?” Lin Wanrong asked, puzzled.

“Annoying!” Qin Xian’er’s face flushed deeper, and she playfully hit his chest twice, “Husband, you’re so bad. How can you not know? I’m asking if you have… if you have made love with her! Ugh, you’re so naughty, Husband!”

Sweating, why would she ask such an embarrassing question? He was such a modest person. He really didn’t want to answer. Lin Wanrong groped her chest and lewdly chuckled, “Made love, huh? We did have that, you know. As you know, I am quite good at it. However, with Qingxuan, we have only tried one position. It is quite regrettable. Next time, I must continue our exploration. Ah, Xian’er, why are you biting me—”

Qin Xian’er nipped gently at his chest, her braided hair falling neatly. “Don’t tell me about your affairs with her,” she said, a touch of irritation seeping into her tone. “The more you speak, the harder it is for me to bear. If I end up killing her, you’ll die of heartache.”

This massive predicament seemed impossible to solve. It couldn’t be that he’d let his two wives stay at home and fight every day. Given their skills, even if he built the Great Wall himself, these two women could easily demolish it. Being a man caught between two women was indeed difficult!

“Before you pamper that vixen next time,” Qin Xian’er said, her delicate white teeth nibbling her crimson lips, “I will follow you.”

“Why?” Lin Wanrong asked, taken aback. He was not foolish enough to think that Xian’er wanted to join in some sort of love triangle.

“Hmph, no reason! I just can’t stand seeing that vixen being pampered,” Qin Xian’er declared, her face glowing a vibrant red, a hint of sensuality in her eyes. “Next time, take me first, then go favor that vixen. Is that okay?”

“Is that… right?” Lin Wanrong shivered slightly. So this was her plan. She seemed to harbor deep resentment towards Qingxuan.

“Tell me,” Qin Xian’er whispered softly, her breath sweet and fragrant. Her small hands tightened around his neck and her ample chest rubbed gently against his. “Is there anything that vixen can do that I can’t? Whatever she can do, I can do too. Whatever she can’t, I can learn. I’ll serve you better than she ever could. Promise me, alright? At most, I won’t kill her. I’ll just put a small bug on her to keep her in check.”

Sweat trickled down Lin Wanrong’s face. So, Xian’er was really determined to deal with Qingxuan. As he mulled over this, he felt a slight kiss on his neck. A warm sensation rippled through his body, as if hundreds of ants were crawling over him, making him itch unbearably. He caressed Xian’er’s upturned bottom, pulling her clothes tight against her form, enjoying the feel of her natural curves. An Biru, however, was watching the two with a mischievous smile, a glint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.

“Hey, Sister An, seeing all these inappropriate things, don’t you feel embarrassed?” Lin Wanrong quickly covered Qin Xian’er with his robes, holding her close.

“Inappropriate?” An Biru laughed, a provocative smile tugging at her lips. “Little brother Lin, I quite like the words you’ve chosen. Xian’er is my disciple. The more intimate you two are, the happier I am. Watching you doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t take a piece of flesh from you. If a woman like me doesn’t mind, why should a man like you be so coy?” She turned to Xian’er, “Silly girl, if you ever don’t understand something, feel free to ask me. Don’t let this rascal bully you. I’ll teach you a few tricks to make sure he enjoys every moment with you and never wants to leave.”

With a soft moan, Qin Xian’er’s face flushed and she nestled from her husband’s arms into those of An Biru. “Master, you’re also teasing me—”

An Biru whispered something into Qin Xian’er’s ear. Her face reddened as though water was about to drip from it. An Biru let her gaze travel up and down Lin Wanrong’s body, laughing as she fixed her eyes on a certain part of him.

Speechless, Lin Wanrong marveled at An Biru’s lack of distinction between right and wrong, who boldly joined her disciple in roasting him with their gaze. It was powerful, far too powerful.

Watching the master and disciple pair before him, both laughing coquettishly, Lin Wanrong was suddenly overcome by a sense of fear. Marrying Xian’er wasn’t a problem, but the issue of the accompanying dowry in the form of her master was far more complicated. For the past few days, dealing with her had caused major disruption.

“General Lin, since you’re so close with Xiao Qingxuan, you must have seen her master too, right?” An Biru suddenly laughed. “How does she look? Is she prettier than me?”

“I haven’t met her. No comment!” Lin Wanrong denied hastily, unsure of her intentions. Every time he spoke more than a few words to this peculiar woman, he felt a sense of impending disaster.

“You haven’t seen her? Yet you’ve stolen her disciple?” An Biru giggled, amused. “Interesting, this is too interesting. Little brother, I’m growing more fond of you. You’re exceedingly handsome!” An Biru laughed heartily, her voluptuous bosom swaying like flower branches in the wind, enough to captivate any man’s eyes.

“Xian’er, protect me, otherwise, I might be devoured by a beautiful snake,” Lin Wanrong pleaded.

Qin Xian’er immediately grabbed his hand. “Husband, Master is just joking with you. I’ve grown used to her temperament since childhood. You’ll get used to it too.”

‘Hopefully not in the future,’ Lin Wanrong thought. He had roamed the sea of love for decades without fail, but in the face of this bold woman, he was completely out of his depth. It seemed he had met his match.

“Sir, Madams, we’ve arrived at Jinling City—” The driver announced courteously from outside.

“What did you say?” Before Lin Wanrong could speak, An Biru, who was just laughing charmingly moments ago, furrowed her eyebrows and snapped back.

The driver was taken aback and hastily replied, “Madam—”

“I’ll kill you—” An Biru flipped her hand and was about to lunge forward.

‘Damn, still want to revolt?’ Lin Wanrong thought, amused. He grabbed An Biru and sternly said, “What are you yelling about? Wasteful woman! Where do you get off interrupting when I’m speaking? You’ve got no manners!”

An Biru was stunned, but Lin Wanrong had already composed himself and courteously asked the driver, “Sir, she’s impudent and ignorant. I’ll deal with her when we get home. Ah, we’re already at Jinling City? That was quick, only two days! This carriage rides as smoothly as a sedan chair. I’ll patronize your business next time. How much is the fare altogether?”

The driver promptly replied, “Sir, Madams, it’s ten taels of silver in total.”

“Here are twenty taels of silver, a reward from the madam and me. Take it and head home early.” Lin Wanrong smiled as he handed over the silver. He, along with Xian’er and her master, disembarked the carriage and watched as the driver departed.

“Home, sweet home!” Standing beneath the towering walls of Jinling City, Lin Wanrong stretched leisurely. Despite the late hour, his heart thrummed with excitement. Xian’er leaned into him, her eyebrows unfurling in a light laugh, equally joyous.

An Biru humphed, “You felt quite pleased with yourself when you were scolding me earlier, didn’t you?”

“Not at all, not at all,” Lin Wanrong quickly dismissed, “We should spare others when we can. The driver just misunderstood, so, Sister An, don’t hold a grudge. After all, who can blame him when you’re so youthful and beautiful? If I were twenty years older, I’d definitely be a match for you. Xian’er, let’s get going—”

It took An Biru a moment to grasp his words. ‘This little brat is saying I’m old.’ She gritted her teeth, seething, “Little brother Lin, if you dare, don’t run—”

“If you dare, don’t chase—” Lin Wanrong shouted, leading the way.

After a few steps, An Biru’s fury gradually subsided. She halted, gazing at the receding figures. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as a wave of tranquillity washed over her.

“Husband, I’m afraid you’ve angered my Master,” Qin Xian’er giggled. They had reached the outskirts of the city. In the distance, there was a shelter for sending off travelers. Despite the late hour, several figures could still be seen.

With her keen sight, Qin Xian’er noticed that in the pavilion stood a woman gazing into the distance, like a wife longing for her husband returning from battle. Now a married woman herself, Xian’er empathized with this poignant sentiment and couldn’t help but sigh, “Whoever her husband is, he’s far too heartless and ungrateful, leaving his wife to pine for him like this.”

“As long as it’s not my wife—” Lin Wanrong chuckled. But before his words could fade, a call came from the pavilion, “Brother San, Brother San—”