The Little Maid in the Legend of the Ten Scenes Satin

The Ten Scenes of West Lake, each charming and graceful, perfectly capture the elegance and beauty of Jiangnan. Men and
women, dressed in their finest attire, stroll amidst the scenic landscape, adding vibrancy to the naturally beautiful scenery. As the sun sets, casting a crimson glow, several men and women stretch and prepare to leave beneath the green willows along the Bai Causeway. A young maidservant is tidying up the tea and wine utensils. Although it's late summer and a gentle breeze blows from the lake, it's still quite hot. The
maidservant, wiping away sweat with the back of her hand, exhales a sigh as she packs. Nearby, three men and a woman are chatting and laughing. Another maidservant is wiping the sweat from one of the middle-aged scholars, not because of the heat, but because he's been drinking and sweating profusely. A young woman nearby says, "Ping'er, hurry up, it's getting dark." The maidservant, busy tidying up, softly replies, "Yes, Madam." She quickly wraps up the various items.
The scholar, his eyes glazed with drunkenness, laughed, "Good, good! We've had our fill today, we don't need to come for three days." A scholar beside him chuckled, "Brother Song, you've had your fun, but we two brothers are still a little unsatisfied. Brother Song, we can never tire of looking at your two delicate young ladies. If you're not going boating on the lake tomorrow, how about we borrow them to keep you company while you drink?" The scholar surnamed Song chuckled, and the maidservant wiping his sweat beside him giggled, saying sweetly, "Master Zhang loves to bully people, we won't stand for it. Ping'er, Master will probably be drunk all day when he gets back, and Master Zhang is coming tomorrow, don't let him trick you!" Ping'er blushed and whispered, "Cuixiang, stop talking nonsense!" In a fleeting glance, she saw the man surnamed Zhang looking at her with a smile, and she panicked even more, quickly lowering her head.
This young maid, Ping'er, was sixteen years old. Originally from Suzhou, she was a well-bred young lady. Three years ago, due to her family's decline, she drifted to Hangzhou and was taken in by a family surnamed Song, becoming their maid. The scholar was the head of the family, Song Shangqian, and the young woman beside him was Madam Song. Another maid, Cuixiang, was quite close to Ping'er. The Song family was wealthy, and Ping'er served her master and mistress diligently, so their lives were relatively peaceful. Although she was quiet and not as clever and charming as Cuixiang, Song Shangqian took good care of her, never letting her work too hard. Even though she was living under someone else's roof, Ping'er was very grateful to him.
Today, she was visiting West Lake with two of Song Shangqian's friends, the Zhang brothers, Zhang Hede and Zhang Hefang. While they were enjoying tea and wine under the willows and admiring the scenery, Song Shangqian invited a young gentleman surnamed Wen to join them. He was extremely handsome, and Ping'er was immediately smitten. Later, after the young master Wen left the banquet, Song Shangqian and his companions, drunk, began to laugh and joke freely. The Zhang brothers
, in particular, became unruly towards Cuixiang, groping and fondling her with great pleasure. Ping'er, still a naive young girl, saw all this and, though blushing, could do nothing but silently serve them. Now the banquet was over, and everyone began their journey home. The Zhang brothers, who had come from Suzhou to visit Song Shangqian and were staying at the Song family residence, returned with him.
Back at the Song residence, Ping'er and Cuixiang helped the tipsy Song Shangqian back to his room. Song Shangqian, swaying and shaking his head, was helped to sit down on the edge of the bed by the two women. Suddenly, he burst into laughter, grabbed Ping'er, and reached out to touch her chest. Ping'er trembled, startled, and quickly pushed him away, her face flushed as she stood up. Cuixiang smiled and said, "Madam, look, Master is really drunk." Madam Song frowned slightly, waved her hand, and said, "You two can leave now, I'll take care of things here."
The two maids excused themselves and left. Ping'er patted her chest and exclaimed, "You scared me to death! Master is completely different when he's drunk." Cuixiang said coquettishly, "Oh, you're even shy! You've really never had a man touch you here before?" As she spoke, she quickly grabbed Ping'er's breast.
Ping'er jumped, quickly covering her chest with her hands, and glanced at Cuixiang, saying somewhat unhappily, "Cuixiang, I'm going to get angry if you touch me like that." Cuixiang smiled and said, "Alright, alright, Miss! If you were really a rich young lady, I wouldn't dare touch you!"
Ping'er remained silent, only smiled helplessly, and returned to the maids' quarters with Cuixiang. She sat before an old bronze mirror, sighing inwardly, thinking, "If my parents were still alive, how could I be such a lowly maid?"
Gazing at her reflection, she saw a sweet and delicate face; though the features were somewhat blurred, it didn't diminish her charm. Looking at her reflection, she saw a slender figure, with a remarkably full bust, surpassing that of girls her age. Looking down, she saw her hands were also soft and white, with slender, delicate fingers. Although she was too shy to praise them herself, she knew that men, given the chance, would never hesitate to utter a compliment to such a lovely girl.
She admired herself with a hint of happiness, shrugged at herself in the mirror, and thought to herself, "Oh well, it's my destiny. Since I'm a maid, I'll just have to do it well. Master has always treated me well, so I shouldn't complain."
The door creaked open, and a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old walked into the room, smiling, "Cuixiang, Ping'er, you're back! Come, come, I just made some pastries and saved some for you. Does anyone want some?" Ping'er turned around, her face immediately beaming, and said, "Sister Chun, you've been hiding pastries again? Be careful, or you'll get scolded by Madam!" Cuixiang laughed, "Madam loves Sister Chun so much, she won't scold her." The girl took out a small bag from her bosom and smiled, "You've been out with Master and the others all day, shouldn't you give me something? If Madam finds out, she'll only praise me, not scold me." As she spoke, she opened the paper bag and distributed a few pastries to the two of them.
This girl was also a maid in the Song family, named Xiaochun. She was older than the other maids and favored by Madam Song, so the servants and maids all called her Sister Chun. Sister Chun was beautiful and kind, and very popular with the servants and maids. For Ping'er, she was her best friend in the Song family; they got along very well, chatting and laughing together.
The three maids shared pastries and chatted casually. Sister Chun said, "Ping'er, what were you doing looking in the mirror just now? You were swaying back and forth, what's wrong?" Ping'er blushed and lowered her head, laughing, "Nothing." Cuixiang laughed, "Sister Chun, you don't know, we went boating on the lake today, and Master invited a young gentleman. He's so handsome. Ping'er's eyes lit up when she saw him, and she was all over him. She was looking in the mirror just now, probably to dress up so that next time she sees him, then..." She pursed her lips and didn't say anything more, but she couldn't help but smile. Sister Chun said "Oh," and smiled meaningfully as well.
Ping'er hurriedly denied it, exclaiming, "Cuixiang, you...you don't talk nonsense! How could I have said that? Besides, didn't you pour the wine for Young Master Wen first?" Cuixiang said, "Oh, it was Master who asked me to pour it. Unlike others, one minute you're saying, 'Young Master Wen, you've finished your tea, shall I heat up another pot for you?' and the next you're saying, 'Young Master Wen, shall I trim your nails for you?' Oh dear, I've known you for three years, and I've never seen you trim the nails for Master and Madam!" As she spoke, she giggled.
Ping'er blushed crimson to her ears, crying out, "I...I...I just thought that if his nails were shorter, it would be easier for him to play the zither. Hey, you heard it too, didn't you? How well Young Master Wen plays the zither!" Cui Xiang laughed, "Yes, yes! He plays the zither beautifully, and he's gentle and refined, a young talent. I bet you fell for him at first sight."
Ping'er was about to speak again when Chun Jie nodded and smiled, "Is that so? Good, Ping'er, you've grown up, you're thinking about men now!" Ping'er blushed even more, and said hastily, "Chun Jie, if you say that, aren't you just bullying me?" Chun Jie laughed, "That's not how it works. You're not a child anymore. What's wrong with thinking about men? Anyway, we servants just think about it and forget about it. What else can we do?"
Hearing this, Ping'er fell silent. She was already sixteen years old, and recently her body had developed, and she felt a strange sensation all over her body. Seeing young men occasionally stirred up wild thoughts and a sense of unease within her body; sometimes her groin would feel damp and hot, harboring a strange, restless stirring. She began to yearn for men, fantasizing about one day becoming intimate with her dream lover.

But she was just a lowly maid. What could she do? Song Shangqian had no children, and the servants in his household were either elderly or rough men doing odd jobs. She had virtually no opportunity to meet young men she liked. No wonder she couldn't forget the young master Wen she had met during the day—she remembered his name was Wen Yuan—it was perfectly understandable.
The room fell silent for a moment, then someone called from outside the door, "Sister Chun, Sister Chun, are you there? Madam is looking for you."
Chun Jie stuck out her tongue and laughed, "You two eat slowly, I'm going to see Madam." Cui Xiang laughed, "Oh, you're going to get scolded, aren't you?" Chun Jie pretended to throw a punch and laughed, "You're so glib! If I get scolded, you'll all be in trouble too." Saying this, she straightened her clothes and quickly left the room.
Ping'er took a bite of the cake, chewing it gently, thinking, "Men... I... I probably... have no chance, right? I... I'm just a little maid..."
That night, Cui Xiang and Ping'er, tired from a long day, went to bed to rest. By candlelight, Chun Jie's bed was empty. Ping'er felt something was off and asked, "Cuixiang, did you see Chun-jie last night?" Cuixiang yawned and replied, "No, Master was probably quite drunk, and Madam asked her to take care of him."
Ping'er gave an "oh," and watching the flickering candlelight, she felt uneasy. She said, "Cuixiang, I'll go find Chun-jie. If Chun-jie isn't here, I... I can't sleep well." Cuixiang gave a casual reply, seemingly exhausted and already drifting off to sleep.
Ping'er took the candlestick and went out of the room, heading towards the side room of Song Shangqian and his wife. She reached the door and called softly, "Master, Madam!" She called several times, but there was no response; it seemed the couple had already gone to bed. She called again, "Chun-jie, are you there?" There was still no response. Ping'er scratched her cheek, thinking, "If she's not here, then where did Chun-jie go?"
She went around to the main hall, but it was dark and deserted. Holding a candle, Ping'er slowly walked to the courtyard, softly calling, "Sister Chun, Sister Chun!" The moonlight was as still as water, but there was no sign of Sister Chun.
Ping'er grew anxious. She hurried along the path, circling to the east wing, but still didn't see Sister Chun. She went to the west wing, but saw no one on the corridor either. She grew increasingly uneasy and was about to search elsewhere when she suddenly heard a woman's voice say, "Please, don't..." (
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