Transmigrating to Woo the Villainous Young Lady - Chapter 22

Having promised the little maid, she had to keep her word.

As night deepened, the full moon hung high in the sky. Fu Guiyi felt icy cold, like a water snake.

Though Shen Li had made bold claims, she now hesitated, unsure of what to do.

Nervous? Fu Guiyi smiled. The little maid was trembling like a sieve, as if desperate to be noticed. Where was the defiant girl from earlier today?

This servant is not nervous, Shen Li retorted, ever stubborn. She took a deep breath, braced her hands on the soft silk quilt, and leaned closer inch by inch.

But the gentle gaze fixed on her made it impossible to proceed.

Young Mistress, you should close your eyes.

Shen Li couldn’t help but feel nervous under such intense scrutiny.

Are you scared? Fu Guiyi chuckled softly, her voice gentle. Clearly, this person was just a paper tiger—all desire, no courage.

Serving the Young Mistress is this servant’s good fortune.

Despite her pride, Shen Li continued to offer flattering words. But a closer look would reveal her earlobes flushed crimson, her entire body trembling.

Is that so…

Fu Guiyi leaned back, her ink-black hair spreading across the pillow. In this moment, she seemed less sharp and more vulnerable.

Her robe had slipped open slightly, revealing scars that, rather than detracting from her beauty, served as a stark reminder to Shen Li of what she was doing.

The woman she now held was the most formidable villain in the novel.

If she betrayed Fu Guiyi, her fate was all but sealed. Yet the Young Mistress was simply too beautiful; no one could resist such temptation.

A pair of icy fingers gripped Shen Li’s wrist.

Shen Li, you know what to do, don’t you? Just like I did to you last night.

Fu Guiyi’s voice was cool, yet her words carried a unique allure, making it impossible to resist her commands.

Don’t be nervous. I’m the one who agreed to this. I adore you, and even if I gave myself completely to you, I wouldn’t regret it.

Shen Li’s heart pounded wildly. Overwhelmed by these tender words, she could only lower her head and capture the Young Mistress’s soft lips.

Cherry-red and cherry-sweet, they were utterly intoxicating, leaving an indelible mark on her memory.

Their breaths mingled, and it was impossible to tell who lost control first as everything spiraled into chaos.

Shen Li raised her hand, her burning palm gliding across the Young Mistress’s icy abdomen. Even after spending so many days together, she still couldn’t get used to Fu Guiyi’s frigid body.

But what choice did she have?

If you love someone, you must accept both their good and bad sides. Fu Guiyi closed her eyes, her icy hand resting on Shen Li’s neck.

The grip tightened, little by little.

The wind stirred the curtains, causing Shen Li’s hair to cascade down, tickling her nose unbearably.

Just then, urgent sounds erupted outside the door. Xu Wenqing, unwilling to knock, knelt on the ground.

Young Mistress, a fire has broken out in the western district. The flames are spreading rapidly, and the Black Armor Army needs your command!

Fu Guiyi had plenty of capable officers under her command, so this matter shouldn’t have troubled her. However, Xu Wenqing had received a tip-off from a maid.

She knew exactly what was happening inside the room.

She couldn’t let that lowly servant girl succeed!

How could a noble soul like the Young Mistress be defiled by a common slave?

Thus, Xu Wenqing risked the Young Mistress’s wrath by interrupting.

Though Fu Guiyi was usually unrestrained, she ultimately cared for the city’s people. Despite her reluctance, she reached out, her icy hand gently caressing Shen Li’s back.

Did you hear that?

I need to attend to official business now, Shen Li. We’ll continue tomorrow.

Though Fu Guiyi felt a pang of regret, she couldn’t abandon the city’s residents. Most of their homes were built of thatch and wood.

Once ignited, the fire spread like wildfire, unstoppable.

Shen Li was currently wearing only a thin inner robe, loosely draped over her shoulders. Her skin, nurtured in modern society, truly resembled jade, a beauty beyond the reach of most ancient people.

She suddenly recalled the novel’s plot: this fire had been set by the female lead to escape her family, but the flames had spread uncontrollably, devouring countless lives.

The female lead herself had fallen into the inferno.

She had only survived because the male lead rescued her, granting her a stroke of luck. If Shen Li could save the female lead before the male lead did, she could make the female lead owe Fu Guiyi a significant debt of gratitude.

Though Shen Li knew her bias was wrong, she couldn’t help it—she simply adored Fu Guiyi.

I’m sorry, Li Huaifeng, she apologized inwardly, resolutely fastening her robe and hurrying to her feet.

Fu Guiyi picked up a set of nomadic attire from the rack. Unlike the wide-sleeved robes of the court, these garments had narrow sleeves, making them easy to wear.

Seeing Fu Guiyi already fastening his belt, Shen Li rushed over and embraced him from behind.

Shen Li, I have urgent matters to attend to. Please be good, okay?

Fu Guiyi rarely had the patience to coax others, but the young maid shook her head, her voice firm.

Young Mistress, I want to go with you.

Fire disaster sites were often chaotic and disorderly. Fu Guiyi was going to command the soldiers, and she initially wanted to dismiss Shen Li’s idea as naive. What could a maid possibly do in such a dangerous place?

But she couldn’t bring herself to mock the girl.

Fu Guiyi was like that. She could trample those she didn’t care about into the dust, but once she cared about someone, she couldn’t bear to speak a harsh word.

Fine, she thought. Let this little maid gain some experience.

Fu Guiyi made up her mind. She turned around completely, nodded slightly, and reached out to close Shen Li’s collar.

If you want to come, then come along.

Traveling by sedan chair was far slower than riding a horse. Fu Manor’s stables housed over a dozen fine steeds, some descendants of horses bestowed by the late emperor during Fu Guiyi’s father’s lifetime, and others gifts from various parties.

Fu Guiyi’s favorite was a black horse with glossy, jet-black fur and exceptional speed, a prize she had claimed after killing a barbarian warrior.

Fu Guiyi planted her long boots in the stirrups, swung herself onto the black horse in a single fluid motion, and turned to look at Shen Li. Shen Li leaned down, extending her hand.

Though Fu Guiyi’s palm was icy cold, her grip was strong and her hand slightly larger than most women’s, conveying an indescribable sense of security when held.

Shen Li reached out and tightly clasped Fu Guiyi’s palm. The contrast between the scorching heat of Shen Li’s hand and the frigid cold of Fu Guiyi’s was stark. With a surge of strength in her arm, Fu Guiyi effortlessly pulled Shen Li onto the horse.

Hold tight around my waist, Fu Guiyi instructed.

Unlike a man, Fu Guiyi carried no sweaty odor. Even with Shen Li pressed close against her, only a faint, smoky fragrance lingered.

With a flick of the reins, the black horse bolted forward, its hooves pounding the ground. The ride was far more jarring than their hunting trip up the mountain.

Shen Li could only cling tighter.

Fu Guiyi, however, felt increasingly uneasy. She could sense Shen Li’s closeness too acutely, her heartbeat and softness pressing against her with undeniable clarity.