Rebirth from Silence

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"Hush—" The coachman skillfully pulled on the reins, bringing the magnificent four-horse carriage to a steady stop in front of the vermilion gate.
The entire carriage, carved from ebony wood, looked both imposing and luxurious. Its value was self-evident; just looking at the four tall, pure white horses was enough to leave onlookers speechless, attracting countless envious glances along the way.
See, after traveling a thousand miles, the horses showed no signs of fatigue, still standing proudly and spiritedly.
The family that could afford such fine horses was certainly not an ordinary person. In the entire city of Yanfu, perhaps only the Yao family, who owned thousands of acres of peony fields in the west of the city, could afford such a display.
The carriage was still some distance away when the servant was already waiting beside the stone kylin at the gate, ready to help his master alight.
As soon as the carriage stopped, the servant immediately and swiftly stood by the door, politely greeting inside, "Master, may I open the door?"
After speaking, there was no response from inside. The servant dared not move, standing quietly waiting for his master's reply. After
a while, the carriage door, adorned with red silk tassels, was pushed open from the inside. The servant quickly stepped aside, avoiding the door and the person getting out of the carriage.
Stepping out of the carriage, lifting her skirt, was a beautiful and sweet-looking young woman, Zhihong, the head maid who served her master.
As soon as Zhihong stepped out of the carriage, her lowered face was flushed, and she dared not lift her eyes, staring straight at the yellow earth beneath her feet. A few strands of her long braided hair had fallen loosely over her shoulders; her clothes were also disheveled, as if she had been hastily touched.
In short, she looked as if she had just rolled around in bed.
However, none of the servants waiting by the carriage were surprised by Zhihong's disheveled appearance. They were already used to this sight; after all, their master's romantic affairs were no different.
Anyone with a brain could see that the carriage had been filled with a scene of unbridled romance and eroticism. The
master's womanizing was notorious, and knowing this, the servant hadn't dared to open the carriage door rashly.
If he had witnessed something and displeased his master, he might have been kicked out of the Yao residence, leaving his entire family destitute.
Zhihong alighted from the carriage and had barely stepped aside when a dashing, handsome, and slightly wicked man strode out of the dimly lit carriage. A noble-looking man.
He was Yao Ye, the master of the Yao family.
Making no attempt to conceal the wicked, smug satisfaction on his handsome face, Yao Ye seemed completely unconcerned about letting anyone know of his unrestrained indulgence with the maid in the carriage. He
toyed with the peony petals embroidered in gold thread on his sleeve with his slender fingers, then strode past the servants and maids who bowed to him, stepping onto the bluestone steps leading to the vermilion gate. Qian Shoucheng
, the Yao family steward who had been waiting at the gate, hurriedly stepped forward to greet him. "Master, you're back!"
"Hmm!" Yao Ye glanced at the capable old steward, then turned and continued walking inside.
He knew Steward Qian would inevitably follow him, so he didn't stop, casually asking behind him, "During my absence, were there any problems at Qiufang Garden? Don't let it be ruined before the flower-growing season even begins." "
The days when peonies bloom are usually accompanied by a light breeze and drizzle, which people call 'flower-nurturing days.'
Yanfu City, where the Yao family lived, consistently produced peonies of the highest quality, with the most diverse blooms and varieties in the country.
The Yao family's ancestors became wealthy through peony cultivation. Over four or five generations, their wealth was enough for Yao Ye to live a life of luxury and indulgence for at least three lifetimes, even if he didn't engage in any production. What
's even more enviable is that, perhaps due to the virtue of the Yao family ancestors, or perhaps because one generation was buried in a place of auspicious feng shui, in the year Yao Ye was born, the Yao family inexplicably cultivated a precious peony variety—Yao Jin.
Yao Jin shares the same lineage as Yao Huang, possessing the beautiful pale golden-yellow petals of Yao Huang, with slender yet sturdy branches." The flower shape resembles a laurel branch, each bloom larger than an adult's face.
Unlike Yao Huang, each petal of Yao Jin has delicate folds along its edges, as if inlaid with gold thread, giving it an air of noble elegance and unparalleled magnificence. It shines even brighter than Yao Huang, like a beautiful woman standing gracefully, exuding boundless charm.
Yao Huang was already revered as the King of Flowers by many flower lovers, but the appearance of Yao Jin has only amplified everyone's admiration, leaving them utterly captivated by its opulent beauty.
For the next twenty-three years, Yao Jin reigned supreme as the King of Peonies at every annual flower appreciation banquet.
Other renowned flower growers in Yanfu City devoted their efforts and invested vast sums of money, yet they could not cultivate a peony more beautiful and delicate than Yao Jin. Thus
, in Yanfu City, a city renowned for its peonies, the other flower merchants could only willingly submit to the Yao family's monopoly on the leading position in the peony world.
Although possessing an inexhaustible fortune, Yao Ye possessed a shrewdness and competence befitting his seemingly dissolute exterior.
A shrewd businessman, he deeply understood the principle of scarcity driving value, and never widely planted the priceless Yao Jin peony to elevate its price and highlight its rarity.
Therefore, although the vast Nongfang Garden was filled with various peony varieties, including Agate Plate, Imperial Yellow, Nine-Petaled Pearl, Trembling Breeze, Guanyin Face, Yao Yellow, Fragrant Jade, and Purple Gold Plate, it lacked only the Yao Jin variety.
Nongfang Garden was a fertile and beautiful land; whatever variety of peony the Yao family planted, it always produced high-quality blooms as expected. The peonies were exceptional.
Therefore, during peony season, the peonies produced by the Yao family's Nongfang Garden were highly sought after. Even the imperial palace regularly ordered large quantities of peonies from the Yao family to enrich its gardens.
As a result, the Yao family not only became the leading force in the flower world of Yanfu City, but the emperor himself summoned Yao Ye and his father, bestowing upon Yao Jin the prestigious title of "Master of a Hundred Flowers," causing a sensation throughout the court and the country.
Aside from business and family fortune, Yao Ye's greatest interest, besides his carefree and pleasure-seeking life, was peonies. In his spare time, he devoted himself to cultivating peonies, insisting that the best and most beautiful peonies should come from the Yao family.
Therefore, this time, his trip south to visit friends was only seven or eight days long; despite his friends' pleas to stay, he hurriedly returned.
"Everything is normal at Nongfang Garden. Master Tian reports back on the flower arrangements every day, but we..." Manager Qian hesitated at the end.
Yao Ye, who had originally planned to go back to his room to freshen up, turned and headed towards the secluded inner garden on the west side of the mansion.
Seeing Yao Ye change direction, Zhi Hong, who had been following behind him, stopped and watched him and Manager Qian leave.
In the Yao mansion, Baotian Courtyard was a courtyard only the master, the head gardener, the manager, and the flower maids could enter.
Although Zhi Hong was a high-ranking maid in the main house, and had been fortunate enough to be favored by her master and become a concubine because of her beauty, her status was still significantly lower than that of the flower maids.
Selected into the Yao family... The requirements for maids working in the mansion were already high. Besides being beautiful and from respectable families, they also had to be of good character. The flower maids were selected from among the educated girls who knew flower arranging and were trained.
In addition to receiving a higher monthly salary than other maids, the flower maids enjoyed far better food, clothing, and lodging than other servants, because their job was to take care of Yao Jin, who was as precious as gold.
Although the treatment was good, it was also very hard work. Not only did they have to take good care of the peonies on ordinary days, but during the flowering season, they also had to take turns looking after Yao Jin day and night. Their responsibilities and pressures were much greater than those of ordinary maids.
Zhi Hong was not the only maid in the Yao household who had slept with Yao Ye, so she naturally did not dare to take advantage of his favor or break the rules. Instead, she knew her place and did not continue to follow Yao Ye.
"Explain clearly, what happened at Baotian Courtyard?" Yao Ye's previously carefree and languid expression vanished, replaced by a sharp and serious one.
Manager Qian dared not delay, quickly jogging to catch up with his master. "Master, don't be nervous, it's nothing serious, just that the flower-serving maid discovered something strange."
"Speak!" Yao Ye didn't stop, his steady steps carrying him across the winding stone bridge towards the archway densely planted with bamboo.
"The day before yesterday, Xiao Shuang found a translucent green butterfly on Yao Jin's branches..." The butterfly was a butterfly larva. The appearance of butterflies in the flowerbed was not a good sign, as butterflies specifically targeted delicate buds and shoots. The presence of butterflies meant that the quality of the flowers for that season would decline.
"Strangely, the butterfly didn't eat any of the peony's branches or leaves, nor did it damage any of the buds." Manager Qian clearly explained what had happened at Baotian Courtyard to Yao Ye.
"Are you sure?" Finding a butterfly on a peony is no joke. In any peony garden, several maids are always on the lookout for butterflies.
"Absolutely! As soon as Xiao Shuang reported it to me, I sent six more maids to patrol Baotian Courtyard. There's definitely only that one butterfly; I haven't seen any others. And that butterfly really didn't bite any of the peonies."
This was what Steward Qian couldn't understand.
As the Yao family's steward, he had naturally observed the butterfly himself. He saw it wandering and climbing around, seemingly living on dew and not needing to eat tender leaves to survive.
As they talked, the two had reached an inconspicuous wooden door. Steward Qian stepped past Yao Ye, pushed the door open, and made way for his master to enter before following him inside and closing the door again.
The two quietly disappeared behind the wooden door.
The other side of the wooden door was completely different from what it looked like from the outside.
Pavilions, terraces, waterside pavilions, and landscaped gardens all exude an elegant taste.
The beautiful pavilions, surrounded by dense trees, along with the artificial mountains made of piled boulders and the flowing streams and bridges, create a tranquil and elegant atmosphere that soothes the soul.
Anyone who were to stumble upon this place would likely mistake it for Yao Ye's private quarters, as it resembles a secluded haven for clandestine trysts.
After crossing the red-brick bridge in front of the pavilions and entering the house, they bypassed the outer hall and continued towards the back, winding their way to the rear courtyard. Pushing open the heavy double-folding door, they were greeted by a garden full of Yao Jin hibiscus, their tiny buds bursting with life.
This was the only place in the Yao family where Yao Jin hibiscus were planted.
Don't assume that Yao Ye was so careless about the safety of Yao Jin hibiscus, casually planting them in what appeared to be an ordinary courtyard; in fact, besides the Yao residence's tight security, this unassuming courtyard was also guarded by ten highly skilled martial arts practitioners.
Yao Ye and his servant had only been allowed into the courtyard by the guards' permission.
After passing seven or eight flower maids who bowed to him, Yao Ye went directly to Xiao Shuang near the pavilion. Following Xiao Shuang's pointing finger, he lowered his head to carefully observe the emerald green butterfly seemingly resting on a peony bud.
It looked as if it were asleep, slightly curled up.
In its still state, it appeared as if carved from the finest jade, its entire body gleaming with a beautiful, translucent green.
The butterfly, less than a third the size of Yao Ye's little finger, began to slowly wriggle as he leaned in to observe it.
Seeing its wriggling, Yao Ye forgot the gravity of the situation and couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. To him, the butterfly's movements seemed as adorable as if it had just woken up and was stretching.
A moment later, the butterfly seemed to notice Yao Ye's gaze, wriggling its emerald green body, turning its head towards him, and then suddenly raising its upper body, swaying its small emerald green body up and down in his direction.
Standing beside Yao Ye, Steward Qian and Xiao Shuang were both dumbfounded by the strange sight before them.
"M-Master, it...it seems..." Steward Qian was so surprised he couldn't even finish his sentence, stammering for a long time.
"It seems to be bowing to you, Master!"
Xiao Shuang, who had been watching the green butterfly closely these past two days, was more effective than Steward Qian, cleverly picking up where Steward Qian left off.
Yao Ye watched the butterfly flutter up and down a few times, and indeed, just as Xiao Shuang said, it looked like it was bowing to him.
Already fond of its unique and beautiful appearance, he was now even more curious about its interesting movements. Yao Ye patiently waited for its next move.
After fluttering its body towards him, the butterfly wriggled again, crawling to the largest and widest leaf on the Yao Golden Plant where it had been perched. After waiting quietly for a while, it began to twist its small head, spitting out fine silver threads, and began to spin a cocoon.
Seeing this, Yao Ye straightened up and asked Steward Qian and Xiao Shuang behind her, "Is this the only butterfly found here?"
"Yes, I and the sisters checked them all carefully. Apart from this one, there wasn't a single egg anywhere else, and it really didn't harm any of the flowers..."
Xiao Shuang was the head maid of Baotian Courtyard, so she naturally answered on behalf of all the maids.
After observing for two days, she had developed a liking for this butterfly.
Because it wasn't ugly like other butterflies, it looked beautiful and cute; and since it hadn't harmed the precious Yao Jin in any way, her words implied that she was pleading for it.
"Well, since it has started to spin a cocoon, it won't harm Yao Jin either, so let it be! Watch the flowers carefully, understand?" Butterflies only eat plants when they are young; once they spin their cocoons and emerge, they won't harm the delicate flowers.
As Yao Ye spoke, she glanced at the green figure already wrapped in a thin layer of silvery white, and then turned and walked back the way she came.
"Yes!" Watching her mistress's departing figure, Xiao Shuang was relieved that her mistress wouldn't hold them responsible for not immediately killing the butterfly, and quickly answered loudly.
After giving a few more instructions on what to pay attention to, Steward Qian hurriedly followed Yao Ye out of Baotian Courtyard to instruct the servants to prepare hot water and food for their mistress's bath.
At night, the soft, white moonlight shone gently.
The flower maids who patrolled Yao Jin at night, holding hand lanterns and with their skirts gathered, carefully inspected each Yao Jin flower plant in the courtyard.
Xiao Shuang, leading the other sisters in their work, paid special attention to the Yao Jin plant where the emerald butterfly resided.
Today was the third day after the emerald butterfly had spun its cocoon. Looking at the silvery-white cocoon hanging under the leaves, Xiao Shuang unconsciously imagined its beautiful appearance after emerging from its cocoon...
After confirming that everything was normal, Xiao Shuang led all the maids quietly through the narrow paths between the plants, and they all returned to their rooms to rest for a while before coming out to patrol again in the next hour.
Not long after they entered the room, in the quiet stillness, the silvery-white cocoon hidden beneath the leaves began to change.
The oval cocoon, which had initially shimmered with a silvery sheen, suddenly transformed from bottom to top into a clear, transparent layer. Within the transparent cocoon, a turquoise object could be clearly seen curled up inside.
The turquoise object slowly began to wriggle, and soon it emerged from the top of the cocoon.
It grasped the empty, transparent cocoon with its newly grown, delicate claws, hanging upside down, struggling to unfold its wrinkled, damp wings, allowing the thin feathers to dry slowly in the cool air.
When the wings were fully open, beautiful silver patterns were perfectly outlined on the flawless turquoise wings, shimmering with a wondrous, dazzling light.
After it completed its metamorphosis, it gently flapped its beautiful wings, silently circling above Yao Jin a few times before soaring into the eastern night sky.
As it flew, each flap of its delicate wings created tiny, shimmering silver specks in the night sky it passed through; sadly, no one was fortunate enough to witness this beautiful sight.
It flew and flew, over the high walls of Baotian Courtyard, around winding paths and bamboo groves, over exquisite pavilions and the dense flowers and trees of the garden, finally flying into the main courtyard where Yao Ye lived in the east wing.
Trailing a shimmering silver light, it gracefully flew straight towards a window that was open, emitting a soft, yellowish light.
At that moment, before that window, a strange sight occurred!
As it gradually descended, in the blink of an eye, the silver-green butterfly suddenly transformed in mid-air into a delicate woman dressed in silver-embroidered emerald green gauze.
A light, misty green veil enveloped her, her long, glossy black hair flowing behind her as she landed lightly, her wide sleeves billowing in the wind. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
After landing gracefully on the ground, she blinked her bright, round eyes, raised her arms, and waved them twice. Then, looking down at her transformed human form, she nodded cutely, seemingly quite pleased with her appearance.
She moved her small, embroidered feet to the slightly ajar window and peered inside.
The spacious hall was empty except for two or three lamps and dark peachwood furniture; no one was there. A look of confusion crossed her face. "This should be the place!"
Her soft, delicate voice perfectly expressed her bewilderment.
The woman who transformed from a butterfly into a human was named Biyao. Originally, she was a female official serving the Peony Flower Fairy in the Flower Realm. Forty-six days ago in the Flower Realm, which is twenty-three years ago in the human world, the Peony Flower Fairy she served was reborn into the human world for some reason and left the Flower Realm. In order to follow her master, she also entered the human world.
However, because she was forty-six days late, twenty-three years had already passed in the human world, so she had to be reborn as a butterfly and then transform into a human body. Otherwise, if she had waited for a normal human birth, she might still be waiting to be born in some woman's womb!
Biyao closed her eyes and sniffed the subtle scents floating in the air with her small nose. "Yes! He should be here, but there is also a strange smell..."
She smelled a rich fragrance in the air, and she was sure that the person she was looking for was in this room!
Without hesitation, she lifted her skirt and lightly leaped over the windowsill, entering the room in the blink of an eye.
Instinctively, she followed the direction where the fragrance was strongest.
Passing through the front hall and the round archway, she reached the inner room at the back. Pushing open a slightly ajar door, she went inside, rounded a screen embroidered with peonies, and turned a corner. There, she saw a scene of lewd lust behind transparent gauze curtains and pale yellow drapes.
Yao Ye leaned against the headboard, his head, face, and upper chest obscured by the pale yellow drapes, only his silhouette vaguely visible.
A naked woman with a seductive figure knelt between his spread legs, grasping his erect penis and sucking on it.
She repeated this pleasing motion, using her nimble lips and small hands to serve Yao Ye. After an unknown amount of time, seemingly unable to resist her own desire, she spat out the wet, thick penis from her mouth, rose, straddled it, and actively lowered herself to take it in, then began to move, their lower bodies rubbing intimately and passionately together.
The woman's soft moans and cries filled the room, echoing clearly...

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