Transmigrating to Woo the Villainous Young Lady - Chapter 36
Shen Li couldn’t resist the Young Mistress’s insistence and was eventually carried away in her arms. Terrified of the prying eyes, she buried her face in the Young Mistress’s neck.
The faint scent of soapberry still lingered in her hair, intoxicating Shen Li with every breath.
As expected, as they approached the torches, Shen Li could feel curious gazes landing on her, even without looking.
But no one dared to stare for long, not with the Young Mistress present.
Fu Guiyi carried Shen Li directly into the carriage, where a charcoal fire had already been lit, warming the interior.
The chill that had clung to Shen Li’s body vanished instantly. However, the fire had little effect on Fu Guiyi, who merely removed her outer robe before preparing to lie down and sleep.
Seeing this, Shen Li obediently leaned closer.
Outside, faint voices could still be heard, but as the Young Mistress settled in for the night, the noise gradually subsided, leaving only the occasional sounds of the Black Armor Army patrolling.
The clinking of armor and the rustling of scabbards were barely audible.
Shen Li couldn’t fall asleep, the alternating chills and warmth keeping her wide awake.
Still awake?
Fu Guiyi sensed the rapid breathing beside her. It was clear Shen Li hadn’t drifted off.
I napped too much in the carriage during the day. Now I can’t sleep at night, Shen Li offered a flimsy excuse to avoid further questioning. To her surprise, Fu Guiyi simply nodded, a faint glimmer in her pale golden eyes.
In that case…
A cool hand slid onto Shen Li’s rounded shoulder as Fu Guiyi scrutinized the maid, her gaze heavy with desire.
Why don’t we do something else?
Though Shen Li knew a little about such matters, her understanding paled in comparison to Fu Guiyi’s extensive knowledge gleaned from countless illustrated books and scrolls.
Hearing the Young Mistress’s suggestion, Shen Li perked up instantly. Recalling their previous interrupted encounter, she sat up abruptly, her eyes shining like the brightest stars in the night sky.
Really, Miss? You promised me you’d…
Shen Li couldn’t bring herself to say the words, instead placing her hand on Fu Guiyi’s slender waist.
Fu Guiyi nodded, her red lips pressed into a thin line.
She was curious to see what the little maid was capable of—whether she could truly bring her pleasure.
Seeing the Young Mistress’s consent, Shen Li immediately perked up, arching her neck. Her snow-white throat glowed enticingly in the flickering candlelight.
Fu Guiyi neither dodged nor evaded, gently responding to Shen Li’s advances as she tightened her grip around the maid’s waist.
Though they were in a carriage, Fu Guiyi paid no mind. She had already secretly resolved to remain unmarried for life, dedicating herself to Shen Li.
The single candle illuminated the carriage clearly enough. Shen Li, having never been in a relationship before transmigrating, was rather clumsy at kissing.
The kiss was messy, but fortunately, Fu Guiyi’s experience was limited as well, allowing her to barely reciprocate.
However, Fu Guiyi had overestimated the maid’s stamina. Shen Li quickly grew exhausted.
Noticing the glistening beads of sweat at Shen Li’s temples, Fu Guiyi withdrew a handkerchief to wipe them away, propping herself up on the tiger-skin cushion with one hand.
A smile played across her face.
Shen Li, your Young Mistress isn’t satisfied yet.
These words startled the dazed Shen Li, who looked at Fu Guiyi in disbelief.
Really?
She was already so tired she felt faint.
Still, the System had just sent a notification: her conquest points had increased by 20. This bolstered Shen Li’s confidence in her progress.
As she pondered this, her waist was suddenly gripped, the icy palm sending a shiver down her spine.
Shen Li sensed the approaching storm.
She instinctively tried to turn her head, but Fu Guiyi’s hand clamped down on her chin, immobilizing her.
Don’t hide.
Let me enjoy this.
Fu Guiyi’s words hung in the air, her intense presence almost suffocating.
Shen Li could only surrender to it.
She felt like crying, but no tears would come. Was it really so easy to farm favor points?
Fu Guiyi wasn’t some delicate young mistress from the inner palace; she was a supervillain! Her physical strength was beyond that of ordinary people.
The next day, as dawn broke, Fu Guiyi merely lifted the carriage curtain and coldly ordered, Set out.
The rested caravan immediately broke camp and resumed its journey.
By noon, they reached an inn where the caravan halted to replenish supplies, with fresh water being the top priority.
Only then did Fu Guiyi leisurely descend from her carriage.
She had changed into a deep black robe, a more understated choice compared to her previous attire. However, the gold and jade belt around her waist was dazzling enough to blind passersby.
In the novel, Fu Guiyi was portrayed as willful and unrestrained, so she made no attempt to conceal her extravagance. Moreover, her command of the Black Armor Army was entirely due to her own capabilities, making her even more fearless.
The robe, however, failed to fully conceal her neck, where faint purple marks hinted at recent intimacy.
Xu Wenqing’s breathing quickened. As an adult woman and the manager of the vast Fu Manor, she had witnessed countless illicit affairs between maids and servants within the estate. She knew exactly what those marks signified.
Her murderous gaze locked onto Shen Li.
Unfortunately, Shen Li had no time to be afraid. She merely rubbed her aching lower back discreetly.
Though it might seem like Shen Li was taking advantage of the Young Mistress, she was actually the one suffering the most.
Fu Guiyi dismounted from the carriage first.
Then she turned back and helped Shen Li down, her intimate gesture nearly making the soldiers’ eyes pop out of their sockets.
Is this the same ruthless Young Mistress we know?
How could she be so gentle?!
Fu Guiyi paid no attention to what others thought. She simply lowered her head, her soft lips brushing against Shen Li’s ear as she patiently asked, word by word:
Still feeling unwell? Should I help you walk?
Before leaving, Fu Guiyi had prepared several boxes of medicinal ointment and hidden them in the most discreet corner of the carriage.
She suspected they might come in handy tonight.
I’m fine. You don’t need to help me.
Shen Li couldn’t bear the gazes clinging to her.
Seeing the little maid’s insistence, Fu Guiyi released her arm. But without support, Shen Li’s steps became even more labored.
Fu Guiyi shook her head gently.
She stepped forward and resumed supporting Shen Li.
If you were so uncomfortable, why didn’t you tell me last night?
Shen Li nearly choked on her own words. She had told her countless times yesterday, hadn’t she? But the Young Mistress hadn’t listened at all.
She merely coaxed herself to continue.
Fu Guiyi’s status was far from low, and the post station immediately prepared a resting room for her. However, she had no intention of lingering, so she instructed the caravan to replenish their supplies and prepare to set off again.
Unbeknownst to Fu Guiyi, as the caravan restocked, Xu Wenqing rode a large chestnut horse out of the post station alone.
Cloudsea City wasn’t far from here. Xu Wenqing clutched a map in her hand and carried a heavy pack on her back—a pack filled with silver.
As the Fu Family’s steward, she had access to an astonishing amount of gold and silver.
With these dozen or so silver ingots, she could easily hire a band of bandits to do her bidding, provided she could find a way to separate Shen Li from the Young Mistress’s watchful eyes.
Then she could have that lowly servant captured by the bandits and tortured to death!
That way, she would never have to witness Fu Guiyi being so utterly bewitched by that maid again.