Crazy Flower Loves Butterfly

Chapter One

"Hush—" The coachman skillfully pulled the reins, bringing the magnificent four-horse carriage to a steady stop before 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 breathtaking, 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, and the servants were already waiting beside the stone kylin at the gate, ready to serve their master as he disembarked.

As soon as the carriage stopped, the servant quickly stood by the door and politely greeted, "

Master, is the door open?"

Receiving no response, the servant dared not move, standing quietly awaiting his master's

reply .

After a while, the carriage door, adorned with red tassels, was pushed open from the inside. The servant quickly stepped aside,

avoiding the door and the person alighting from the carriage. Stepping

out, lifting her skirt, was a beautiful, sweet-looking young woman—Zhihong, the head maidservant who served her

master .

Zhihong's face was flushed, her eyes fixed on

the yellow earth beneath her feet, her long braid loosened and hung haphazardly over her shoulders; her clothes

were also disheveled, as if 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 escapades wouldn't be any different.

Anyone with a brain could see that the carriage had just been filled with passionate and alluring scenes.

Their master's womanizing was notorious, and knowing this, the servant had

n'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 had just stepped down from the carriage when a dashing,

handsome, and devilishly elegant man stepped out of the dimly lit carriage.

He was Yao Ye, the master of the Yao family.

Making no attempt to hide the wicked and smug look on his handsome face, Yao Ye was completely unconcerned about letting others know about his unrestrained

indulgence with the maid in the carriage.

With his slender fingers fiddled with the sleeve embroidered with peony petals in gold thread, Yao Ye strode past

the servants and maids who bowed to him, and stepped 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 behind him, so he didn't stop, casually asking as he turned back, "During my

absence, were there any problems at Qiufang Garden? Don't let it be ruined before the flower-growing season."

The days when peonies bloom are usually accompanied by a light breeze and drizzle, which people call "flower-growing days."

Yanfu City, where the Yao family resided, had always cultivated peonies of the best quality, with the most

diverse flower shapes and varieties in the country.

The Yao family had amassed their wealth through peony cultivation for four or five generations.

Even if Yao Ye didn't engage in any production, his accumulated wealth would have allowed him to live a life of luxury and indulgence for at least three lifetimes.

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 its beautiful pale golden petals, slender yet sturdy branches, and

a flower shape resembling a laurel wreath, each bloom larger than an adult's face.

Unlike Yao Huang, however, 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 splendor. It is even more radiant 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 emergence of Yao Jin further amplified

this admiration, leaving everyone captivated by its magnificent and opulent appearance.

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 poured their hearts and souls into cultivating peonies, but none could surpass

the beauty .

Thus, in Yanfu City, a city renowned for its peonies, the flower merchants could only willingly submit to the Yao family

's exclusive dominance in the peony world.

Despite 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, never widely cultivating the priceless Yao

Jin, thus elevating its worth and highlighting its rarity and preciousness.

Therefore, although the vast Nongfang Garden was filled with various varieties of peonies, including Agate Plate, Imperial Yellow, Nine-Petaled Pearl,

Trembling Breeze, Guanyin Face, Yao Yellow, Fragrant Jade, and Purple Gold Plate, it lacked only one variety: Yao Jin.

Nongfang Garden was a fertile and beautiful place; whatever variety of peony the Yao family planted, it always produced

peonies of excellent quality as expected.

Therefore, during peony season, the peonies produced in the Yao family's Nongfang Garden were highly sought after, and even the imperial palace

regularly ordered large quantities of peonies from the Yao family to enrich the palace gardens.

Thus, the Yao family not only became the leading force in the flower world of Yanfu City, but even the Emperor summoned Yao Ye and his father,

bestowing upon Yao Jin the honorary 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 romantic life, was also peonies. Besides his leisure time, he

also 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' attempts to persuade him to stay, he rushed

back.

"Everything is normal at Nongfang Garden. Master Tian reports back on the flower conditions every day, but we…" Manager Qian's tone

trailed off with a hint of hesitation.

Yao Ye, who had originally planned to return to his room to freshen up, turned around upon hearing this and

headed towards the secluded inner garden in the western part of the mansion.

Seeing Yao Ye change direction, Zhi Hong, who had been following him, stopped and

watched him and Steward Qian leave.

In the Yao mansion, Baotian Courtyard was a courtyard accessible only to the master, the head gardener, the steward, and the flower maids.

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.

The requirements for maids selected to work in the Yao mansion were already high: besides being beautiful and from a respectable family, they

also had to . The flower maids, on the other hand, were selected from among the educated girls who knew flower arranging and were trained.

Besides receiving a higher monthly salary than other maids, the flower maids enjoyed far better food, clothing, and lodging, because

their job was to care for the precious Yao Jin.

Although the treatment was good, it was also very hard work. Not only did they have to take meticulous 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. The responsibility and pressure were much greater than that of ordinary maids.

Zhihong was not the only maid in the Yao household who had slept with Yao Ye, so naturally she did not dare to take advantage of his favor and lose

her manners . Instead, she knew her place and did not continue to follow Yao Ye.

"Explain clearly, what happened in Baotian Courtyard?" Yao Ye's arrogant and lazy expression had long since disappeared,

replaced by a sharp and serious expression.

Manager Qian did not dare to delay for even a moment and hurriedly jogged to catch up with his master. "Master, don't be nervous,

it's nothing serious, it's just that the flower-serving maid discovered something strange."

"Speak!" Yao Ye did not stop walking. He walked steadily across the winding stone bridge and headed towards

the archway .

"The day before yesterday, Xiao Shuang found a translucent green butterfly on Yao Jin's branches and leaves..." The butterfly was a butterfly

larva. The appearance of butterflies in a flowerbed was not a good sign, as butterflies specifically target delicate buds and tender shoots.

Their presence indicated a decline in the quality of the flowers that season.

"Strangely, the butterfly didn't nibble on the peony's branches or leaves, nor did it damage any buds."

Manager clearly told Yao Ye what had happened at Baotian Courtyard.

"Are you sure?" Finding a butterfly on a peony was no joke. In any peony garden,

several maids would be assigned to keep an eye out for butterflies.

"I'm sure! As soon as Xiao Shuang reported it to me, I sent six more maids to patrol Baotian Courtyard. There was 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 Manager Qian couldn't understand.

As the steward of the Yao family, he had naturally observed the butterfly himself. It scurried

about, climbing and moving , seemingly living on dew and able to survive without needing to eat tender leaves.

During their conversation, the two arrived at an inconspicuous wooden door. Steward Qian stepped past Yao Ye,

pushed , and made way for his master before following him inside, closing the door behind him.

The two quietly disappeared behind the door.

The other side of the door was completely different from its unassuming appearance.

Pavilions, terraces, waterside pavilions, and landscaped gardens exuded refined taste.

Beautiful buildings surrounded by dense trees, artificial mountains made of piled stones, and small bridges over flowing water

created a tranquil and elegant atmosphere that soothed the soul.

If someone were to stumble upon this place, they would likely assume it was where Yao Ye kept his concubines, as it

resembled a secret place suitable for clandestine affairs.

After crossing the red arched bridge in front of the pavilion and entering the house, they bypassed the outer hall and continued forward,

winding their way to the backyard. Pushing open the heavy double-folding door, they were greeted by a garden full of

Yao Jin peony buds, vibrant and full of life.

This was the only place in the Yao family where Yao Jin peony buds were planted.

Don't assume that Yao Ye was so careless about the safety of Yao Jin peony buds, casually planting them in what seemed like an ordinary

courtyard ; in fact, besides the Yao mansion's tight security, ten highly skilled martial arts

guards were hidden around this inconspicuous courtyard.

Yao Ye and his servant had only been allowed to enter the courtyard because of the guards' permission.

Yao Ye passed by seven or eight flower maids who bowed to him and went directly to Xiao Shuang near the pavilion.

Following Xiao Shuang's pointing finger, he lowered his head and carefully observed the emerald green

butterfly that seemed to be resting on a peony bud.

It looked as if it were asleep, slightly curled up.

Even when still, it looked as if it were carved from the finest jade, its entire body

shimmering 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 down to observe it.

Seeing its movement, 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 body and

turning its head towards him. Then, it suddenly straightened its upper body, swaying its small, emerald-green body up and down in his direction.

At the same time, Manager Qian and Xiao Shuang, standing beside Yao Ye, were both dumbfounded by the strange sight before them.

"M-Master, it...it seems..." Manager Qian was so astonished that he couldn't even finish his sentence, stammering for

a long time before he could complete it.

"It seems to be bowing to you, Master!"

Xiao Shuang, who had been watching the emerald green butterfly closely these past two days, was more effective than Steward Qian, cleverly picking up where

Steward had 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 intriguing 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 Jin plant where it had been perched. After waiting quietly for a while, it began to twist its small head, spinning fine

silver threads, and began to form a cocoon.

Seeing this, Yao Ye straightened up and asked Steward Qian and Xiao Shuang behind him, "Is this the only butterfly we've found here

?"

"Yes, I checked them all carefully with my sisters. Apart from this one,

there wasn't a single egg anywhere else, and it really didn't harm any of the flowers..."

Xiao Shuang, the head maid of Baotian Courtyard, naturally spoke on behalf of all the maids.

After observing it for two days, she had developed a liking for the butterfly.

Unlike other butterflies, it wasn't ugly; it looked beautiful and cute. Plus, it hadn't

harmed the precious Yao Jin in any way, so her words implied a plea for its safety.

"Hmm, since it's started spinning its cocoon, it's even less likely to harm Yao Jin. Let it be! Watch

the flowers carefully, understand?" Butterflies only eat plants when they're young; once they've spun their cocoons and emerged, they

wo harm the delicate flowers.

As Yao Ye spoke, she glanced at the green figure already enveloped in a thin layer of silvery white, 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

killing , and quickly answered loudly.

After giving a few more instructions, 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.

The soft, pale moonlight shone through the night.

The flower maids, patrolling the Yao Jin garden, carrying lanterns and their skirts hemmed, carefully inspected

each Yao Jin plant in the courtyard.

Xiao Shuang, leading the other maids, paid special attention to the Yao Jin plant where the emerald butterfly resided.

Today was the third day since the emerald butterfly had spun its cocoon. Looking at the silvery-white cocoon hanging beneath the leaves, Xiao Shuang unconsciously

imagined its beautiful appearance after metamorphosis…

After confirming that everything was normal, Xiao Shuang led all the maids quietly through the narrow

paths , returning to their rooms to rest briefly 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-shaped cocoon, originally shimmering 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 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 its wings were fully extended, beautiful silver patterns were perfectly outlined on the flawless turquoise wings,

shimmering with a wondrous, dazzling light.

After its metamorphosis, it gently flapped its beautiful wings, silently circling above Yao Jin a few times,

before taking flight into the eastern night sky.

As it flew, each flap of its delicate wings created tiny specks of silver light

that shimmered in the night sky it passed through, but 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 dense flowers and trees in 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 warm yellow light.

A strange sight occurred at that moment, at that window!

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.

The misty green gauze enveloped her, her long, soft, glossy black hair flowed behind her as she gently landed

, and her wide sleeves fluttered in the wind. She was unbelievably beautiful.

After landing lightly on the ground, she blinked her bright, round eyes, raised her arms, waved them twice,

then looked down at her human form and nodded cutely, seemingly quite satisfied with her

appearance .

She moved her small, embroidered feet to the open window and peered inside.

The spacious hall, besides two or three lamps and dark peachwood furniture, was deserted

. A look of doubt crossed her face. "This should be it!"

Her soft, melodious voice perfectly expressed her bewilderment.

This woman, 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, twenty-three years ago in the human world, the Peony Flower Fairy she served was reborn into

the human world . 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. Therefore, she had to be reborn as

a butterfly and then transform into a human. Otherwise, if she had waited for normal human birth, she might still be

in some woman's womb awaiting birth!

Biyao closed her eyes, sniffing the subtle scents floating in the air with her delicate nose. "Yes! He

should be here, but there's a strange smell..."

She smelled a rich fragrance filling the air; she was certain the person she was looking for was in this room!

Without hesitation, she lifted her skirt, nimbly leaped over the windowsill, and entered the room in the blink of an eye.

Instinctively, she followed the direction of the strongest fragrance.

Passing through the front hall, through the round archway, she reached the inner room at the back. She pushed open a slightly ajar door,

walked inside, and went around the screen embroidered with peonies. Turning a corner, she saw a scene of lewd lust behind transparent gauze curtains and a pale

yellow veil, where flesh lay sprawled.

Yao Ye leaned against the headboard, his head, face, and upper chest hidden by the pale yellow veil; only his

shadow could be vaguely seen.

A completely naked woman with a seductive figure was kneeling between his spread legs, grasping his erect penis

and sucking on it.

She repeated this act, using her nimble lips and hands to please Yao Ye. After an unknown amount of time,

seemingly unable to resist her desire, she released the wet, thick penis from her mouth, rose, straddled it, and

willingly lowered herself to take it in. She then began to move her hips, causing their genitals to rub intimately and passionately together

.

The woman's soft moans and cries filled the room, echoing clearly…

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