[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 3, Chapter 200)

Chapter 200 Spring

Slumber Lingti didn't speak, but brought in a chamber pot, larger than a water bucket, from the warm pavilion and placed it beside the embroidered couch,

lifting the lid. Unlike ordinary chamber pots, it had an inner lid made of softer catalpa wood, which could be lifted.

In the center of the inner lid was a small, round hole, about a foot in diameter, specially made by Lingti for him.

No matter how clean the chamber pot was, it always had an odor. Wuyue felt that

the contrast with the fragrant aroma emanating from the embroidered couch and quilt was quite stark. Lingti seemed unconcerned, lifting the quilt, lifting him horizontally

off the bed , and placing him on the chamber pot. She supported his upper body with one hand to straighten him, and with the other, pulled his trousers down to

his thighs. Then, she grabbed a thick brocade robe and draped it over him, softly saying, "You can relieve yourself now."

He felt like he had been granted a pardon, quickly releasing his tightly clenched, sore, and swollen anus. Whoosh—so good! A series of loud farts followed

, and a clump of semi-digested waste gushed from his anus.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned, feeling deeply embarrassed. It turned out he had been lying in bed,

suffering from indigestion, and his bowel movements were incredibly smelly—absolutely pungent! He glanced up at Lingti, who also had furrowed

brows and was covering her nose, clearly in more discomfort than him.

After defecating, urination followed, the sound of the gushing urine lasting for about fifteen minutes

before he finally finished. He completely relaxed, feeling refreshed and invigorated—even more

comfortable than ejaculating after passionate intercourse!

Lingti cleaned him up, pulled up his trousers, and carried him back to the embroidered couch. She quickly closed the toilet lid and

took it to Bing'er, who promptly handed it to a lowly maid to handle.

Back in the bedroom, Lingti opened all the doors and windows to let in some fresh air, but not for too long for fear of him catching a cold. Once the stench

had mostly dissipated, she quickly closed them. Turning back, she saw Bing'er peeking in from outside and gave her an

inquiring look, as if asking if something was wrong.

She and Bing'er communicated more, mostly through eye contact. Bing'er, having been with her for a while,

could understand almost all of her glances.

Bing'er stretched lazily and said, "This little servant is feeling a bit sleepy. If there's nothing else here

, I'd like to go back to my room for a nap."

Lingti nodded, and Bing'er gracefully swayed away, her demeanor more like that of a wealthy young lady than a high-ranking

maid. Seeing that she was thinly dressed, and remembering that although it was spring, the mountain winds were strong, Lingti quickly grabbed a

cloak and chased after her to drape it over her shoulders. Bing'er bowed and thanked her before leaving.

During his recovery these past few days, Wuyue felt that Lingti and Bing'er, this master-servant pair, were really quite unusual. Among

the young ladies , only his second sister's personal maid was the most proper; his eldest sister's maid, Zhenwen, was quite funny,

and the three maids below her, including Xiaocui, were typical two-faced people, obsequious to superiors and wicked to inferiors, completely different people;

Xiaohong 's maid, Xiaoqing, was always fussing over her appearance, dressing up extravagantly, and single-mindedly trying to marry well; Zhirong

's maid seemed even fiercer than her, basically a thug...

But all these strange personal maids combined couldn't compare to a single finger of Bing'er. In the past few days, apart from

taking Harina out once, He had never seen Bing'er do anything. She went to bed earlier than Lingti every day and got up much later

than her. After getting up, she rushed here not to serve Lingti, but Lingti served her by washing and dressing

her up, making her look beautiful. Then she would stay in the warm pavilion with nothing to do. At most, she could pass on a message for her mistress.

When eating, she would sit at the same table as her mistress, and Lingti would often serve her food.

Such things were numerous. It could be said that she looked more

noble . If he did not know their identities, he would definitely think that Lingti was Bing'er's maid.

Lingti wasn't much of a talker, but he couldn't help but say, "Lingti, I think you could fire that lazy

girl . That would probably make things easier for you."

Lingti shook her head without speaking, returned to the bedside, took a hot towel from the steaming basin,

wrung it out until it was half-dry, and began to wipe his entire body. While wiping, she looked at him with a half-smile, scolding, "If you need to

relieve yourself , just tell me! You have to force yourself. You deserve to die from holding it in! In the dilapidated temple in Mianchi, when you couldn't move, I

served you like this, and you weren't polite at all."

Wuyue thought to himself, "That's Xiaoyu, like a little brat dug out of a garbage dump. Of course, it's different!"

He suddenly realized that Lingti and Xiaoyu weren't essentially different. Both were meticulous and thoughtful, both were gentle

and kind, and both took meticulous care of him. The only difference was that he used to spend much more time with Xiaoyu

, but now that he had luckily escaped death and been cared for by Lingti for so long, that only

difference had disappeared.

He finally rediscovered some of the intimacy he had felt with Xiaoyu, and was no longer so reserved.

After Lingti cleaned him and fed him a bowl of steaming ginseng soup,

it was already dinnertime before he knew it. Bing'er was still nowhere to be seen; she was probably still sleeping in.

Two maids came in, set up the kang table on the embroidered couch, and tidied up the bandages that had been removed from the bedside table,

preparing to take them out to wash.

Lingti said, "Didn't I tell you not to wash them?"

One of the maids quickly bowed and said, "We wanted to take them to the courtyard to soak them in clean water first, so that Miss can wash them more easily

later ."

Lingti instructed, "Bing'er hasn't gotten up yet; remember to keep her food warm." Then she waved for the two maids

to leave.

A moment later, silver platters and jade dishes were brought in one after another and placed on the kang table.

Wu Yue looked up and saw a table laden with dishes: bird's nest soup, pickled pig's tail, goose gizzards and feet, steamed and pan-fried fish, chicken

legs , seaweed and sea bream, and several other unnamed delicacies.

The imperial chef's skills were extraordinary; the food was a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate, served in exquisite jade bowls and plates—a truly beautiful sight! Even

from several feet away, Wu Yue could smell the enticing aromas, making his mouth water. Strangely enough,

his appetite was unusually good despite his injuries.

Ling Ti picked up a small dish and silver chopsticks, eating very little herself, mostly vegetables, and feeding Wu Yue the majority of

the food. Seeing him wolfing it down, she advised, "Your digestion isn't good, so don't eat too quickly or too much.

Once you're healed, I'll personally cook you a delicious meal."

Wu Yue asked in surprise, "You can cook?" He thought to himself how strange the world was; the more noble the young lady, the more diligent she was.

" My eldest sister is also a culinary expert

," Lingti nodded. "I'm bored at home all day, so I just keep experimenting. Not only cooking, but

I can do everything a girl should know."

Wuyue sighed, "My injury is probably hard to heal... I'm just a burden to you."

Lingti comforted him, "Good people are always blessed. You have to have confidence and not lose heart!"

Wuyue sighed, "Any man who marries you in the future will be truly lucky!"

Lingti looked at him and went to the courtyard to wash the bandages she had changed.

Wuyue lay alone on the bed, feeling empty and bored. He was seriously injured and difficult to heal. With Meihua's miraculous healing,

he wondered if Sister Beifeng had regained consciousness. And what about his eldest sister and the others? He wondered how they were doing. His heart

was filled with , and all sorts of thoughts rushed in, making his mind even more chaotic!

Before, in Muyun Mansion, he always felt like a caged bird, longing to break free of the cage and spread his wings

to fly. Having been away for so long, surviving countless near-death experiences, he had only just begun to settle down, and suddenly

realized he was starting to miss home.

Yes, although his godmother was clumsy and inept at childcare, and quite frightening when angry, her

care and love for him were so profound. And then there were Sister Beifeng and his eldest sister, all so good to him! This

trip had finally taught him what the dangers of the world truly meant. On the street, a stranger could pull a knife at you at any moment;

sleeping in an inn, a window could be kicked open by an assassin who would jump in and kill you; lying in the wilderness,

even farmers and herders could be enemies.

He lived in constant fear, unable to eat or sleep! But then he thought, this trip hadn't been without its rewards. At least he had learned how to face various

difficulties. At the very least, he had never realized before how difficult it could be to get a decent meal! Sometimes, for

a night's food and shelter, he would do even the most menial things!

He was like a child who had been badly bullied by other kids, and all he wanted to do was rush home and hide in his godmother's

warm and safe embrace.

Lost in thought, Zhao Fengyin gracefully entered. He quickly composed himself, unable to move, and could

only nod and say, "Greetings, Your Highness! This humble subject is injured and cannot perform the full ceremony." Finally figuring out

the true identity of Lady Yunmeng was his second greatest achievement of this trip.

Zhao Fengyin smiled, "Wuyue, stop with the sour grapes. This isn't my first time here, no need to be so polite."

She sat down by the bed, lifted the quilt, and pressed her hand on his dantian

, channeling her inner energy. She dared not try to unblock his meridians anymore. It wasn't a matter of skill, but rather that

after , the proper pathways were blocked, and it kept wandering aimlessly into chaotic and uncontrollable paths, completely beyond her guidance and

control—a classic sign of qi deviation!

All she could do was use the "Pushing the Palace and Passing the Acupoints" technique to circulate his barely functioning meridians several times,

lest they become blocked and atrophied due to his prolonged bed rest and inability to move, which could truly result in

lifelong paralysis!

About half an hour later, after completing three cycles of the practice, seeing that Wu Yue's complexion had slightly improved, she stopped, tucked

him back into the quilt, and softly asked, "Are you feeling better?"

Wu Yue nodded, "Much better, thank you, Princess! By the way, was Ying'er

saved by the divine physician in the desert, on the shores of the North Sea?"

Zhao Fengyin asked curiously, "What...?" Seeing his face suddenly turn deathly pale, she seemed to remember something and

quickly stopped speaking.

Wu Yue blinked, two lines of tears streaming down his cheeks and dripping onto the pillow, sobbing, "Ying'er, she

... she isn't...

"

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