Chapter 759: Has The Lady Returned? (I)

Chapter 759: Has The Lady Returned? (I)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"Ah... my neck hurts and there's no more tea..."

Feng Zhen put down his pen, pounded his sore neck with his fist, and moved his toes. After sitting for a long time, he felt like legs didn't even belong to him anymore.

Yang Si rummaged through a pile of bamboo writing slips and said without looking up, "If there's no more tea, just call for the maid in the tea room to refill the pot."

Feng Zhen revealed a somewhat meaningful smile. "It just so happens that the maid in the tea room has some good massage skills."

Yang Si looked down and said, "You're really fearless! Who knows what the previous statuses of these maids were?"

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The imperial city of Chenzhou had experienced a calamity and many of the officials had been taken captive. Many of the concubines, maids, female slaves, servants, etc. who were kept by the ministers were left behind. Even the official residence that they were temporarily staying in had been left by someone else. The maids and servants waiting upon them had been brought over later on.

Feng Zhen said, "I'm just getting her to knead my shoulders so I can relax. I won't be doing anything else."

Truthfully, Feng Zhen had been exercising a lot of restraint since becoming Jiang Pengji's subordinate.

In the past, he'd visited prostitutes every day. He hadn't even squeezed the hands of those ladies for many months now, let alone developed their relationships further.

If one were to compare his current behavior with how he'd acted in the past, the life that he was leading today was like that of a suffering monk with a pure heart and few desires.

He was about to cry copiously for himself when light footsteps were heard from outside. A shadow in the hall slowly approached.

Feng Zhen said without looking up, "Fill up the teapot on the table and then knead my shoulders. Use the same strength that you did yesterday."

Feng Zhen did not see the other party take any action.

"You're asking me to refill your tea and knead your shoulders?"

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A somewhat familiar voice rang out from over the top of his head. The tone of the voice carried a warning that was hard to describe.

For a moment, Feng Zhen didn't hear the warning tone. He immediately laughed. "What, am I giving you a hard time by asking you to refill the tea and to knead my shoulders?"

At this moment, all the comments on the livestream's bullet screen were expressing the viewers' heartache for Feng Zhen. They were also excitedly anticipating how the host would deal with him.

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I love myself very much: Danger Warning!! The dissolute Prince Charming, Feng Zhen, is about to be decked by the host.

Rustling with the wind: I really want to grab him by the shoulders and give him a good shake. Is it so bad to be alive? Why is he digging his grave?

The eldest grandson is incomparable: Yeah, why dig his own grave? Telling the host to refill his tea? I think the host will immediately grab his jaw and pour a whole pot of hot water into his mouth. Telling the host to knead his shoulders? Is he sure that she won't knead his collarbones until they break?

"Feng Zi Shi, I would knead your shoulders, but I'm afraid that you don't have the guts to let me do that. You're living well, huh? What about working? You're even in the mood for some leisure and enjoyment! You're asking the maids to serve you and knead your shoulders?" Jiang Pengji took two steps forward. Her snow-white socks came into his line of sight.

Feng Zhen heard the other person using his courtesy name. Also, the voice had now changed to a tone that he had long been familiar with. His heart dropped to the bottom of his stomach.

He slowly looked up like a prisoner waiting for the death penalty.

Eh...

She bent her knees slightly and squatted down, fully entering his line of sight. "Zi Shi, do you want to experience my skills?"

Feng Zhen was so frightened that he jerked back and looked up. His motions were a little too excessive, causing him to fall straight onto the ground.

He got up in a hurry and said in all seriousness, "My lord, I offer my respect."

Jiang Pengji smiled and told him, "You haven't answered my question."

Feng Zhen's expression suddenly became pained and bitter. It was as if he had eaten a bucket of bitter coffee grounds.

How could he even explain this?

He wouldn't have said any of that if he'd known that the woman who'd come in was Jiang Pengji. Unless he wanted to die, he would never have bossed her around

However, seeing his lord in women's clothing wasn't so bad on the eyes. She looked much better than the burly man in women's clothing that Feng Zhen had imagined.

Yang Si, who was watching the entire process from the other side of the room, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Feng Zhen was just reaping what he had sown. It served him right to be scared out of his skin.

"Damn you, Yang Jing Rong! You truly enjoy watching me embarrass myself."

In the beginning, Feng Zhen hadn't been able to get used to it. He couldn't help but feeling strange whenever he faced his lord in women's clothing. Even so, the impulse to verbally attack Yang Si prevailed.

Yang Si cupped his cheek with one hand and laughed. "If you hadn't given her information that could be used against you, how would I have been able to watch you make a fool of yourself?"

"I should have thought twice before making a friend like you!"

Yang Si clearly knew that Jiang Pengji had entered the room, but he hadn't said anything to alert him. Instead, he had watched him with cold eyes as Feng Zhen embarrassed himself.

Feng Zhen wanted to say more when the voice of a servant rang out from outside.

"My lord, the wife of County Chief Huang has come to visit."

Jiang Pengji was astonished. "The wife of County Chief Huang? Who is that?"

Yang Si thought for a while and said, "It should be Huang Song's wife. I don't know why she's here."

Jiang Pengji was stunned. "Huang Bogao has a wife? When did he get married? He didn't even let me know."

Since Huang Song's wife was at her door, Jiang Pengji naturally could not leave her outside. She could only receive her in person.

Yang Si said, "My lord, do you need to dress up a little more? Your appearance would be too plain if you were to receive a visitor like this."

Jiang Pengji said nonchalantly, "I'm not an ordinary woman who stays at home. Who would I show to off by dressing to the nines? How is that appropriate?"

She strode away after she finished speaking.

One step of hers was more than two or three steps of an ordinary woman.

Looking at her size again, she was so tall that an ordinary man would feel nervous around her, let alone a petite woman.

Yang Si looked at her and felt his stomach start to hurt a little.

His lord wasn't wearing the wrong clothes, he'd just clearly been born in the wrong body.

Huang Song's wife was settled in the living room. When Jiang Pengji went over, she found two maids with knives strapped to their waists standing outside the door.

She didn't frown. Her expression was natural as she looked inside and saw a beautiful young girl with a bright complexion sitting in the seat of honor in the lower right corner of the room.

She was quite young and she wore her hair in the style of a married lady. This must be Huang Song's wife.

Night anxieties: Holy sh*t, Huang Song's wife looks like a girl in her first year of high school. She's actually married?

Jiang Pengji happened to hold the same opinion as this audience member.

Huang Song's wife was a girl still possessing the innocence of childhood, but there was an adult's steadiness to her countenance.

"I'm from the Huang and Qi family. It's my pleasure to meet you, Governor of Liuzhou."

When Jiang Pengji sat down, Huang Song's wife faced her and bowed to pay her respects. Behind her, her four maids with knives also made their salutations together.

Jiang Pengji discovered that not only were the maids carrying knives, but Huang Song's wife also practiced martial arts. She had two knives at her waist belt.

Tsk tsk... what a little firecracker. She wondered if Huang Song usually feared this young lady?

"Bogao and I are close friends. Lady, this generous gift is too much.

Compared to Huang Song's wife, who had come here dressed in her best clothes and not one hair comb or pin missing from her attire, Jiang Pengji looked particularly dull and sad.

However, their auras were different. Even if Jiang Pengji presented herself just as she was, without any artifice, she could still put tremendous pressure on the other party with her imposing manner.

"Governor, you saved my husband's life at the court assembly. I can't possibly pinch pennies with this gift."

Jiang Pengji nodded in affirmation and replied, "It was just a slight effort. Lady Qi, you came over just to express your thanks?"

"Yes, but I don't know what you like. Please forgive me if anything I brought is inappropriate."

Jiang Pengji took a look at the gifts set out below her. She'd brought along the finest rouge, face powder, fabrics, and jewelry.

She couldn't help become speechless. She knew Lady Qi's purpose in coming here

"Thanks."

This time, it was Lady Qi who was astonished.

"You're not angry?"

"Why would I be angry?" Jiang Pengji said. "These are all fine things. I can't use them, but some beautiful women need them."