Maidservant's Sentiments

When I was still a child, Xiao Wu and I would listen to our great-uncle tell stories. I still remember him as a very easy-going person, and one of the few extremely talented people in Ningguo. He had profound insights into puppetry, illusion, medicine, and even political discourse.
Countless people would come to his door to entertain him, but he didn't particularly enjoy guests. Instead, he preferred playing with us children. When I grew up, Xiao Wu and I would always run to our great-uncle's place to hear fascinating tales. Those stories were far more interesting than the classical studies taught by our teachers or the flower sachets and embroidery lessons taught by the embroiderer.
I never understood how many more "little ladies" Father was going to bring back to the mansion. Their titles gradually rose from Third Lady to Fourth Lady to Fifth Lady. Over time, I stopped trying to remember them all; I just called them "little ladies," and they seemed happy about it.
This bad habit was probably inherited from my mother; the surname Lan was difficult to choose, and adding it to anything good became particularly "difficult." My eldest brother's family was clearly very well-mannered. They initially wanted to name him Yan Kuan, but after some consideration,
they realized it was "difficult to be Yan Kuan," so they gave up and changed his name to Lan Lixi. My second brother, Ke Feng, and third brother, Xiao Xiao, I can't think of any names for them either; their mothers probably just thought they sounded nice. My fifth brother took his parents' surnames and simply called himself Lan Qin.
Only my fourth sister and I share the same mother. My mother slapped my sister's head and said, "Wouldn't 'difficult to be Shan Wu' sound more elegant?" So a girl was named Shan Wu, but nobody could understand the elegance or refinement in that. As for me, my mother racked her brains for over an hour without coming up with a name, so she simply combined the colors she saw in front of her to form my name: Lan Baihong.
I hate it when people call me by this name. Every time I hear it, it feels like someone is calling me "Lan Bai Hong." Not to mention "Little Lan," "Little Bai," or "Little Hong," it all sounds like calling the neighbor's pet dog or turtle—utterly tasteless. Therefore, I asked my mother many times if I could change my name. After much deliberation, she would always suggest
names like "shooting star," "sun and moon," or "white cloud." I gave up and went to ask my great-uncle if I could change it. My great-uncle rubbed his brows and considered, "How about a single name, 'Butterfly'?" I immediately thought it was a good idea, that my great-uncle was insightful, at least he gave me a feminine name. But later, I remembered that his unconscious brow-rubbing gesture that day was always his usual way of being perfunctory; he probably saw a colorful butterfly then, most likely blue.
The first time I heard the name "Mo Haokong" was when my great-uncle returned home with a serious expression to discuss important matters, but soon my little brother and I gossiped about it, and it became a legendary tale of three thousand light cavalry defeating eight thousand brave generals of Ning Kingdom. Rumors are always half true and half false, exaggerated, saying that Mo Haokong was a famous general of Chu Kingdom, yet he had a feminine appearance. Many who saw his true face, even men, couldn't resist drooling over him, leading to numerous frivolous acts. Mo Haokong was disfigured and had to wear a half-face mask every day.
Later, Ningguo was annexed by Chu. My eldest, second, and third brothers, already in their early twenties, abandoned their country to go to Chu to take the imperial examinations to protect their family. My great-uncle said, "How can you protect the country if you can't protect your family?" Xiao Wu and I nodded vigorously, secretly wondering if we should also sell ourselves. At the time, we were just talking nonsense out of childish whims; little did we know that later it would be best to send children far away.
That day, I tearfully bid farewell to my parents. Looking back, it was truly childish, especially when I heard my mother call out "Xiao Hong" again and again. I only remember crying and saying, "Mother, I've changed my name now, it's Xiao Die, don't forget again." My fourth sister, who was only two years younger, could have left the dilapidated Ningguo with us, but she could only stand there indifferently. Only when I turned to leave did she come over and hug me tightly: "Little sister, you must take good care of yourself."
I wanted to turn around and hug her back, but she ran away. I cried bitterly, but my great-uncle pushed me away. In the carriage, I turned to look at Xiao Wu, wanting to talk to him about my troubles, but he lowered his eyes and shook his head, ignoring me. I thought, he must be too sad.
My great-uncle was indeed very famous, and even in Chu, many respectful people were willing to take him in, but after all, this was not a sustainable path. War never harms those skilled in cultivation. Xiao Wu and I finally acknowledged a master. Even our only remaining uncle, who had stayed with us, was leaving us. That day, he stroked my head and sighed, "Lan Die, I hope your delicate face will find you a good marriage when you grow up."
I looked at his sorrowful expression, puzzled. I pointed at Xiao Wu, "Can't Fifth Brother find a good marriage? Can't he take me along?" My uncle twitched his lips and bid farewell to our master and us. I didn't understand. Even my uncle, who always seemed to know everything, had things he couldn't explain. Our
master was a woman. She always had a cold face. She had over ten disciples, but she never seemed particularly interested in any of them, only knowing that most of them were from the old Ningguo. After spending several months with her, we learned her surname was Yuchi; she didn't tell us the rest.
Without our uncle to tell stories, Xiao Wu and I felt somewhat uneasy. Our favorite thing to do was wait for our master to go into seclusion, and then we would secretly sneak down the mountain to listen to her stories. Because we had no money, Xiao Wu and I always had to bring our own water bottles and dried biscuits, otherwise we would have to return to the mountain early due to thirst and hunger.
For a long time, I didn't understand why Master would go into seclusion, alone in a dark cave for almost a week. Didn't she get bored? I pondered this question for a short time before my mind went blank. Perhaps it was because I had inherited my mother's bad habit.
When I was twelve, Xiao Wu gradually lost interest in listening to storytelling and devoted himself to learning martial arts. I started to clap and cheer because that way I didn't have to study so hard, and I knew Xiao Wu would stand up for me if I was bullied.
But later, he wouldn't even go down the mountain with me to listen to storytelling. At first, I was afraid to go down the mountain alone, but as time went on, I couldn't resist the urge. Occasionally, I would steal a few coins from my senior brothers and sisters and sneak down the mountain.
I ate peanuts while listening to the storyteller, who seemed to be right there in the story, gesticulating wildly. "With just a few 'swish, swish' moves, the soldiers didn't even see what happened before their heads were cleanly severed by the swords. Legend has it, Mo Haokong is incredibly mysterious!..." I couldn't help but clap and cheer at each exciting moment.
It was rare to encounter such a good story, but the price was waiting until sunset before I was willing to head back. Walking up the mountain, I realized I seemed to be lost, because I had walked for a long time without seeing the landmark large yellow-black rock. Perhaps it was because it was too dark; even if it were right in front of me, I wouldn't be able to see it.
I felt like I was almost at another hilltop, but still no rock. I started to get scared. The mountain wind was particularly strong and cold at night. I rubbed my shoulders with my hands crossed, trying to be patient and continue walking.
"Silence!" I heard a voice. I thought about it; the storyteller's "silence" was always said by someone close to him when danger was imminent, but there was no one around me, so it probably wasn't meant for me. There
was a rustling sound in the grass, and before I could react, I was grabbed and pulled aside. The person who pulled me even knew to gag me, to keep me from making a sound. After being pulled inside, I saw a man in black standing among a group of men in black. When he saw me, he smiled.
"Report, just a little girl." The man waved his hand, and the men in black dispersed. At this moment, I was too scared to look at him. "How could a little girl like you be traveling on a mountain path at night? Have you lost your way?" Hearing his calm voice, I struggled to overcome my fear and looked up at him, only to be surprised to find that he was wearing a silver mask covering half of his face.
"You're Mo!..." The name was almost on my lips, but in this situation, I couldn't remember it at all. I slapped my forehead hard. I guess this is why Xiao Wu didn't want to listen to storytelling anymore; he was probably tired of the old stories, but I always found them fresh.
"Oh?" The man raised an eyebrow, squatted down, and looked at me. "You know me?" I nodded. "Storytellers spread your story everywhere; it's hard not to know, isn't it?" The man chuckled. "Is that so? May I ask how old you are, young lady?" I frowned and thought hard. "I was ten when I left the country, so now I'm about... about... um..."
The man looked at me: "From Ningguo? Then you must be over eleven." I smiled, "I think so." The man curled his lips: "Why do you need others to estimate your age? Don't you remember?" I pouted, "Age isn't important, why do I have to remember?"
He smiled, stood up, and held out his hand to me. I hesitated for a moment, looked at his palm, and shook my head: "My master said men and women shouldn't touch each other, even Xiao Wu doesn't hold hands much anymore." The man put his hands behind his back and said lightly: "I just wanted to help you up, if you mind, that's fine." I slowly propped myself up and looked at him, "Brother, you're so tall!"
He smiled: "Let's not talk about other things, it's late, I wonder if the young lady needs an escort?" I was overjoyed and clapped my hands: "Really? You're going to escort me home?" The man nodded: "May I ask where the young lady lives?" I held up a finger, "Here! Here... here..." I bit that finger, where is it? What's the name of that sect, what's the name of that road?
The man raised an eyebrow. "Miss, you don't forget, do you?" I bit my lip, feeling that if I said yes, he would probably just leave me alone... I had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "It should be a little further up from here..." The man chuckled softly, "Miss, do you know that there's a cliff above that?" My eyes widened. Really?!
Seeing that he seemed to be discussing something with someone else, I didn't dare trouble him, so I weakly said, "Then... then you don't need to see me off, I can find it myself." The man said "Oh," "Really not?" I bit my lip, nodded, and smiled. "Then I'll go first... otherwise, if Chenliang hasn't returned yet, my master will punish me."
The man nodded. Seeing that he really didn't want to continue, I had no choice but to give up and, biting my lip, groped my way out through the bushes in the dark. Suddenly remembering something, I quickly ran back. The man, hearing my footsteps, turned around alertly, only to see me again. He paused, "Have you changed your mind, young lady?"
I shook my head: "I forgot something! What's your name, Mo something?" I felt the grass on the other end tremble with a gasp. He looked at me with a smile: "Jinyan." Although the name didn't quite match my memory, I nodded: "My name is Lan Die." I waved to him and prepared to leave. At this moment, he slowly walked over, "I'll accompany you for a while."
Knowing he was following behind me, I walked boldly until dawn broke, when I realized I had indeed reached another hilltop. When I saw the large, yellowish-black rocks, I turned around to thank him, but Mo something was no longer there. Xiao Wu, standing beside the rock, rushed over anxiously, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me violently: "Little sister, where have you been! You haven't come back all night! If Master doesn't punish you properly when she comes out of seclusion, she's not Yuchi anymore!"
Adhering to the principle of not changing one's name or surname, Master was bound to punish me eventually, along with the anger of my fellow disciples caused by Shun Wenyin. I had to do cleaning work for over three months, and also wash clothes for my fellow disciples; I was so busy that I completely forgot I seemed to have something important to tell Xiao Wu. I looked at Xiao Wu, sniffling from my cold, and said apologetically, "Xiao Wu... I was wrong. I won't go to the storytelling class again without you."
Xiao Wu rolled her eyes at me and didn't say anything more. I pouted, "I don't even know when Uncle will come to take us back to Ningguo." Xiao Wu vigorously rubbed the clothes and said softly, "Little sister, don't think about it anymore. Ningguo is long gone." I frowned, "Gone? Then where do Father, Mother, the other concubines, and my sisters live...?"
Xiao Wu forcefully threw the clothes on the ground and banged them with a clothes stick, "I'm afraid they... are all gone too." I was shocked. What did she mean? I immediately stood up, feeling dizzy. "What nonsense are you talking about? Mother clearly said she'd go back when we were older." Xiao Wu wiped her tears with her sleeve and cried, "Back then, Chu only allowed the elderly and weak to leave the city. That night, I overheard my great-uncle and father saying that only we could be saved."
I swayed and shook my head. "You're lying! Didn't my eldest, second, and third brothers leave? You're lying!" Xiao Wu looked at me with tears in her eyes. "Back then, I heard Chu was recruiting talented people. If my eldest, second, and third brothers didn't pass the exam, I don't know what would happen to them." I covered my mouth in disbelief. I hadn't heard from them for so long.
My heart clenched. "What about Father and Mother...?" Xiao Wu grabbed her clothes and pounded them with the clothes stick. "Most likely, prisoners." I nodded. "Prisoners are better than a massacre. At least we can still eat. When we grow up, we'll go find them." Xiao Wu ignored me. I was so young then. I was so foolish, I didn't know anything.
Children's pain always seems to pass quickly. Having gotten used to life on the mountain, I gradually stopped nagging my great-uncle to come and take us away. Two years passed in the blink of an eye. I turned to look and saw my master looking at Xiao Wu calmly. "Lan Qin, you stay." He bowed respectfully. "Yes."
After sitting outside for a while, I saw Xiao Wu come out and quickly went to greet him. "Xiao Wu, what's wrong? Did you do something wrong and have to be punished?" Xiao Wu shook his head and continued walking towards the mountain gate. I quickly followed, tugging at his sleeve, and whispered, "If Xiao Wu is punished, I'll help you! Don't be afraid."
He stood at the door, looking out over the mountain, and said softly, "Little sister, if I'm not by your side, you must protect yourself." My heart skipped a beat! I rushed to him and whispered, "Where are you going, Xiao Wu? I'll go with you, don't... don't leave me behind." He didn't even look at me. "Revenge."
After Xiao Wu finished packing, he bid farewell to his master. I secretly followed him down the mountain. When we reached the foot of the mountain, Xiao Wu stood there without turning back. "Little sister, you can see me here." I was stunned for a moment, then rushed over and grabbed his sleeve. "Xiao Wu, please don't leave me behind..."
Xiao Wu shook his head. "Little sister is too young to understand what I'm going to do." I held his bundle in one hand and his clothes in the other, and said in a tearful voice, "My parents aren't here, my uncle isn't coming to find me, and my sister isn't here either. Is even Fifth Brother going to leave me behind too...?"
“Once you reach marriageable age, your great-uncle will come to fetch you and arrange a marriage for you. Then, you'll never be abandoned again.” I grabbed Xiao Wu’s sleeve, wiping my snot and tears. “I don’t care! If you abandon me, I’ll find you myself!” Xiao Wu turned around, frowning at me. “Don’t be silly, little sister!”
I shook my head. “It’s not silly! What’s the use of me living alone if all my family is gone? Anyway, if you abandon me, I’ll take revenge on myself when I grow up! Let’s go!” Finally, Xiao Wu sighed and took me with him.
When we arrived at a mansion, Xiao Wu bowed and said, “Please announce my arrival. I am Lan Qin, disciple of Master Yuchi.” After a while, we were welcomed inside. When I saw the man rushing out, my eyes widened, and I immediately rushed over. “Second brother!!!” Second brother hugged me tightly.
I thought, human emotions are truly strange. I’ve never been very close to my eldest brother and the others, and I don’t have the same deep affection for Xiao Wu and my sister. But then I realized that no matter how many other people I met or how much time I spent with them, nothing could compare to
the blood ties etched into my bones. "So, my eldest and third brothers failed the exam… what about them?" My second brother shook his head. "It's alright. We agreed that whoever passed would be fine. It's just that they'll have to work hard at the government office now." Little Five sighed. "As long as they're alive, that's good. Let's get together sometime."
I interjected, "What about Father and Mother?" My second brother paused, looking at Little Five. I turned away, puzzled. My second brother smiled at me. "Uncle wrote that there are some clues; they should be safe." I pouted, about to ask more, when Little Five said, "Second brother, take your little sister to rest first." My second brother nodded, and I followed him to the side room.
After dozing for a while, I tried to sneak back to eavesdrop, but I got lost. I was speechless for a moment. I didn't feel like I'd walked that far; how could I be lost?
"I'll go inform him right away." Just as the servant passed me, the man's voice rang out, "Wait." I looked up and saw a man slowly walking towards me. Seeing half of his left cheek, from his forehead down his nose to the silver mask covering his chin, I immediately clapped my hands, "It's you! Mo! Mo..." Mo what? I frowned and thought for a while. Since being punished, I hadn't dared to go down the mountain to listen to stories anymore. Two years had passed, and it was inevitable that I couldn't quite remember his full name.
I saw him narrow his right eye and ask, "What's your name?" I stammered, "Huh?" and then retaliated, "So you're not very good at remembering things either. My name is Lan Die, remember it this time." He raised an eyebrow. "Lan Die, a pseudonym?" I shook my head. "What's pseudonym? It's Lan Die, Lan as in floating mist and warm green, and Die as in butterfly."
He studied me for a moment. "I remember." He turned to the servant and said, "Go and announce it." "Yes!" I looked at him, and he looked at me. After a while, he slowly spoke, "Are you from Ningguo?" I nodded and smiled. "Yes!"
My second brother hurried over and bowed. "Qu Kefeng, Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, greets General Mo." I tilted my head in confusion. Had my second brother changed his surname? Mo grunted and walked forward. My second brother frantically winked at me from behind, but I couldn't understand at all. However, the servant beside me seemed to understand and led me back to my room.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw Xiao Wu sitting at the coffee table. I sat down and propped my head up with my hand. "Hey! Xiao Wu, do you remember what that General Mo's name was?" Xiao Wu sighed. "Mo Haokong." I nodded vigorously. That's right, that's his real name! He must have made up a fake name that I couldn't remember at all that night.
I propped my head up with my hand and said happily, "I never thought I'd meet the great hero the storyteller spoke of again today! I'm so excited!" Xiao Wu said coldly, "The enemy who destroyed a country, and you call him a 'hero'?" I widened my eyes, "Him?!" Xiao Wu snorted, "He's the general who led the attack on Ning Kingdom, but our real enemy isn't him." I frowned, "Then who is it?"
Xiao Wu stood up and looked out the window: "The King of Chu, Mo Haokong's nephew, Mo..." I interrupted in surprise, "He already has a nephew? I can't believe he's so old." Xiao Wu shook her head: "They're only a year apart in age..." A knock sounded at the door, and Xiao Wu asked warily, "Who is it?"
"It's me." My second brother pushed the door open and sat down solemnly. He stared at me intently for a moment, then turned to Xiao Wu and said, "Mo Haokong wants to let you into the royal city." Xiao Wu and my second brother both turned to look at me. I felt a chill from the cold gaze, rubbed my shoulders, and weakly said, "Why are you looking at me like that..."
Xiao Wu suddenly slammed his fist on the table and roared, "I told you not to come down the mountain with me! But you wouldn't listen!" I was so frightened that tears welled up in my eyes, and I didn't know what to do. Second Brother stood up and patted Xiao Wu's shoulder, "Fifth Brother, don't be angry, you scared your little sister."
Xiao Wu sighed, "I never thought that even my little sister would be..." Second Brother shook his head, "National humiliation and family feud, doesn't my little sister also bear some responsibility?" Xiao Wu closed his eyes, raised his chin, "What good things can the people of Chu have? Sending my little sister to the royal city is like sending a sheep into the tiger's den, isn't it?"
As if I was used to being sent back and forth, I was pressed in front of the sofa and dressed up. I sighed, thinking that since Xiao Wu and Second Brother were both in Chu, I felt a little more at ease. As my second brother left, he held my hand and told me a lot of things to be careful about. I could only weakly say, "Second brother, I can't remember them all, can you write them down?"
My second brother's eyes twitched, and he mumbled, "It's fate..." I turned my head back and forth, "Where's Xiao Wu?" My second brother smiled bitterly, "Little sister, do you really want your fifth brother to dress you up in fine clothes and send you off?" I said sadly, "Then why did you come, second brother..." I
frowned and touched my forehead where my second brother had flicked my finger heavily, swaying back and forth in the sedan chair. I hadn't ridden in a sedan chair much when I was little, so I naturally felt a little dizzy and nauseous. After swaying for what seemed like forever, we finally arrived at our destination. I was about to get off the sedan chair when I saw Mo Haokong.
He saw me struggling to get down from the enormous skirt and asked casually, "How old are you this year?" I felt a little dizzy, and the heavy crown on my head made it hard to breathe. I gasped, "I think, a little over thirteen. Ugh!" Mo Haokong frowned. "Aren't you going to serve me?" "Yes!"
I was helped to my room, and I begged the maids to quickly remove all the heavy ornaments from my body, wipe away the yellow paper blush on my cheeks that made me uncomfortable, and the rouge on my lips. I sighed, finally able to breathe a heavy sigh of relief. Mo Haokong walked in, waved his hand, and the maids knelt and left.
He went to the table, poured a glass of water, and took a sip. "Did your cousin tell you what you need to do in the capital this time?" I shuddered and frowned. Cousin? My second brother seemed to have told me something like that, but what I was supposed to do in the palace, I couldn't remember. I could only bite my lip and shake my head.
Mo Haokong frowned slightly. "What can you do?" I bit my finger. "I know a little needlework, a little disguise, a little gunpowder, a little..." Mo Haokong raised his hand. "Enough." "I'm not asking you those things." I frowned in confusion. "Then what are you asking?" He slowly approached me, so close I could feel the cold air emanating from his silver mask. I gasped. Mo Haokong smiled, cupped the back of my head, and kissed me.
I clutched my skirt tightly, staring at him with wide eyes. I saw a playful look in his eyes. "This, you can't do?" I suddenly remembered something and shouted at him, "Men and women shouldn't touch! Your flirting with me will make me unable to get married! Waaah..." Just as I was about to cry, Mo Haokong suddenly chuckled deeply.
"Flirting? Where did you hear that, little girl?" I sniffed. "The storyteller said... if an unmarried virgin is flirted with by a man, no one will want her..." As soon as I finished speaking, my eyes welled up with tears again. Mo Haokong seemed to be in a great mood, and sat down beside me. "Lan Die, you only have a few months left. There's still so much I need you to learn, understand?"
Hearing that I had to study again, I pouted unhappily and weakly asked, "Can't I not study...?" Mo Haokong shook his head. I looked down at my skirt and could only say "Oh." Mo Haokong stood up: "For the sake of your former relatives in Ningguo, you must study hard."
I looked up at him in surprise: "What do you mean?!" Mo Haokong turned his back to me: "If you can't satisfy me in a year, they will cease to exist." My heart skipped a beat, frightened by his cold voice and words. I could only tug at his sleeve: "I will study hard! Until then, don't do anything to them...!"
Mo Haokong turned to look at me, "It's not up to you, but as long as you learn it, I'll be happy and consider it." With that, he flicked his sleeve, and my hand holding his sleeve was shaken off. As soon as he left, I collapsed to the ground, covering my face in fear. Suddenly, my great-uncle's words flashed through my mind: "If you can't protect your family
, how can you protect your country?" A year would normally be far too short for someone like me to learn anything. But Mo Haokong was incredibly patient, personally teaching me everything. He was truly remarkable; before long, it seemed like my mind suddenly clicked. Unfortunately, much of what I had to learn was 'highly difficult,' like teaching someone as uncoordinated as me to dance, making someone with a poor memory memorize poems and recite scriptures, and making someone who treated politics like a story try to decipher tactics on their own, and so on.
I collapsed onto the bed, sprawled out, groaning, panting, my whole body aching. This high-intensity practice every day was leaving me exhausted. I missed Xiao Wu, I missed my second brother, I missed my great-uncle. I covered my eyes, brimming with tears, with the back of my hand. "Die'er?" I was startled by the voice and quickly sat up on the bed with my legs together, pouting, "Why does Master walk so quietly?"
Mo Haokong smiled deeply, "It's clearly because Die'er's senses are too poor." I sniffed and smiled, "Yes, disciple knows her mistake." Mo Haokong's eyes flashed without saying a word, and he slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at me. I don't know why, but I was incredibly nervous. He curled his lips into a smile. "There are still four months until you can enter the palace. I'm very satisfied with your results. Your great-uncle is also being well taken care of by Qu Kefeng."
I smiled happily. "Then can I meet them before entering the palace?" Mo Haokong chuckled. "Once the mission is completed, you can enjoy family life with them." I lowered my head and said "Oh," feeling a tightness in my chest. I could only ask, "Then what is the mission?" Mo Haokong pinched my chin and lifted it up, looking at me carefully. He answered irrelevantly, his voice low and almost a sigh. "Indeed, you have a handsome face."
He pulled away, slowly reaching out to untie the thin string hanging from the back of his head, then twirling the mask with his fingers, and asked in a low voice, "Is disciple ready to see what master looks like?" I swallowed hard, remembering the storyteller saying that Mo Haokong had disfigured himself. I just didn't know how disfigured he was. I had been curious for a long time, but I could only suppress it.
I nodded excitedly. The moment he pulled off his mask, I felt like I couldn't breathe. A long, gruesome scar ran from his forehead to his jaw on his left cheek, and his left eye was veiled, the pupil grayish. Even so, his handsome face was undeniable, only the scar was too…horrifying…
“Well, is your disciple too frightened to speak?” I blinked, unable to resist reaching out to touch his scar, stopping at his left eye. I felt him tremble, and I asked softly, “Can you still see…?” Mo Haokong softly replied, “Half-clear, not completely blind.” I trembled and lowered my hand, not daring to look at him. “Why is this happening?” Mo Haokong
lifted my chin, looking me straight in the eye, a smile playing on his lips. “Because of a woman.” My heart trembled, a pang of sadness rising within me. I didn't understand what that woman was, only that it was something he shouldn't know.
He slowly approached, whispering in my ear, "Once Die'er learns this final move, it'll be alright." I couldn't help but tremble, sensing that this couldn't be anything good. Sure enough, Mo Haokong pressed me down on the bed. I grabbed his shoulders, trying to push him away, but he said calmly, "Does Die'er not want her family to live well?" Resigned
, I let go, closed my eyes, and he kissed my face, sighing softly, "I've wanted this for a long time." Feeling Mo Haokong loosen my belt, I still couldn't control my trembling hands, placing them on the back of his palms. But the moment he kissed my neck, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.
"Hmm!" I frowned, feeling an unbearable itch on my collarbone. Mo Haokong held the fabric of my clothes by my shoulders and slowly pulled it open. I couldn't help but cry shyly, "Master, please don't..." Mo Haokong pulled my hands behind his head, nibbling at my lips, and mumbled, "Untie my hair." I touched his hair, my whole body heating up. At the moment he licked my neck, I finally found the knot in his hair with trembling hands and slowly pulled it open.
Mo Haokong's black hair was spread over my face and neck, cool to the touch. His kisses traveled down, taking my sensitive nipple into his mouth. I held his head, trying to pull him up, shaking my head and whispering, "No..." Mo Haokong grabbed his other breast and kneaded it, "Butterfly's breasts are so soft." I felt a soreness in my lower body and started to twist uncontrollably. Suddenly, I felt something hard pressing against me, and Mo Haokong responded with a muffled groan.
Mo Haokong straightened up, loosening his black robe, which slowly slid down. I stared at the numerous sword scars on his muscular chest, but none were as gruesome as the one on his face. I swallowed hard. He smiled, then pinched my chin and kissed me. Pulling me up, he nuzzled me with his nose and said in a hoarse voice, "Butterfly, today I will teach you how to serve a man."
He guided my hand to his chest. The heat of his chest burned my hand, but I couldn't pull it away. Touching his nipples, I subconsciously played with them with my fingertips, then pinched them. Mo Haokong tilted his head back and panted, then bent down to cup my face and kiss me. I frowned, feeling his kisses were too hot and almost unbearable.
He pulled my hand to his erect penis. I felt it throb, and I quickly pulled my hand back, covering my surprised mouth, but unconsciously inhaled his masculine scent. A thousand words of shame flashed through my mind, yet none could adequately describe the blushing I felt. Mo Haokong chuckled softly, kissing my forehead and taking my hand, placing it on his genitals.
"Like this, encircling each other, hmm! Move it." Mo Haokong closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing. For some reason, I was captivated by his appearance and couldn't resist leaning in for a kiss. He abruptly opened his eyes, startling me, and I quickly pulled back. Mo Haokong, however, pressed me down on the bed, kissing me fiercely.
I let out a dazed sound, one I'd never made before, but suddenly heard a boy roar, "Damn it! That's enough for today!" Mo Haokong finished speaking, immediately put on his clothes, and forcefully pushed open the door and left. I clutched the blanket to cover my naked body, stunned and bewildered, not knowing what was happening. How was I supposed to face this alone? I didn't understand, and no one taught me.
A few days later, I discovered a new woman had arrived at the mansion; she was quite pretty. She looked at Mo Haokong with infatuation, and I secretly watched her several times. I even saw him holding her hand and teaching her swordplay. For some reason, I felt uneasy, unable to describe the feeling. So, taking advantage of the few days when Mo Haokong didn't come to see me, I started copying his portrait.
"What are you doing, Die'er?" I turned around in surprise, quickly crumpled the portrait into a ball, and stammered, "Just practicing calligraphy out of boredom, nothing much..." He sat down opposite me, looking at me calmly. I felt nervous and quietly tossed the crumpled paper under the table. His deep voice said, "I heard from the steward that you haven't been practicing these past few days."
Alarm bells rang in my mind, and I hurriedly stood up and said, "I'll go practice now!" Mo Haokong said calmly, "No need." I quickly knelt down and couldn't help but cry, "Master, please don't abandon your disciple!" "My family depends on me to complete this mission, I beg you, I beg you..."
Mo Haokong raised his chin and looked at me. "Die'er, why are you so flustered? I didn't say I didn't want you." Hearing this, I quickly wiped away my tears with my sleeve and smiled, "I knew Master wouldn't abandon his disciple! But... but that woman..." Mo Haokong shook his hand, "She has nothing to do with Die'er's mission, get up." I stood up, sniffed, "Then does she have some other mission?"
Mo Haokong lowered his eyes and turned his jade ring, casually 'Hmm'. I sighed, then thought for a long time before stammering, "Then... she also needs to learn... the last move Master taught me?" Mo Haokong lifted his eyelids to glance at me, then slowly stood up and walked towards me. He pinched my chin and asked softly, "What's wrong, Die'er? Are you jealous?"
I frowned and hesitated for a moment before nodding, "It's like when Xiao Wu said he wanted to learn martial arts and wouldn't accompany me to listen to the storytelling anymore. It hurts so much." Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my chin, and I looked straight into his deep black right eye. He said coldly, "Who is Xiao Wu?" I was startled by the sharp look in his right eye, and slowly came to my senses: "He's...he's Die'er's brother."
Mo Haokong said "Oh" and released me. "Why do you call your own brother 'Xiao'?" I thought of the days in Hanlan Mansion, and my heart warmed. I smiled and said, "Because my great-uncle called me Fifth Brother that way, I got used to it and can't change it." Seeing Mo Haokong close his eyes and take a deep breath, I walked up to him and asked softly, "Master, what's wrong?"
Before I could react, Mo Haokong pulled me into his arms. My face turned red, and I reached out to tug at his clothes. "If," a low, pleasant voice whispered in my ear, "someone who has planned something for so long suddenly hesitates, wouldn't that be foolish?" I thought for a moment and nodded, "A little, isn't it? We've worked so hard for so long; if we give up in the end, wouldn't all our sacrifices be wasted?"
I felt Mo Haokong's body tremble. "Indeed." He pulled away, reaching out to stroke my cheek, and whispered, "If I gave you to someone else, would you hate me?" My heart clenched, and I lowered my eyes, giving a self-deprecating laugh, "My family's lives are all tied to me, and Die'er has no complaints."
For some reason, the atmosphere around me seemed to turn cold. Mo Haokong's voice came from above me, "So, no matter who controls your family's lives now, you'd willingly let that man pin you down?" I pondered for a moment, then closed my eyes in anguish and nodded honestly.
The first time I saw Mo Haokong lose control was that day. He pressed me hard onto the bed, violently tearing off my clothes, pulling open my bodice and kneading my breasts forcefully. I gritted my teeth in pain, but he bent down and pried open my lips, sucking hard as if demanding something from me.
I gasped, feeling his lips and tongue igniting fire all over my body. I suddenly remembered what he had taught me that day, and reached out to touch his chest. He became even more enraged, biting at every inch of my skin, feeling his fingers teasing my lower body. I grabbed his clothes, gasping for breath. As his fingers penetrated, I fell onto the pillow, tilting my head back to gasp for air, "Master, no... ah!"
"What a slut! She gets so wet just from being touched!" I thought in a daze. Was I really a slut, willingly letting anyone do this to me? Or was it because it was him, Mo Haokong? Seeing him hurriedly pull aside his clothes and thrust into my opening, I gripped the mattress tightly, feeling something hard, like an egg, being inserted into my opening, instantly causing my whole body to tense up in pain.
"Ugh!" Seeing his restrained expression, I shrank back in fear. But Mo Haokong didn't continue pushing in. Instead, he closed my legs, pulled out his thick member, smeared the fluid from my opening between my thighs, and then put my legs on his shoulders. His purplish-black, thick member pierced the gap between my legs, moving in and out with his thrusting.
I looked down and saw his purplish-black member inside his soft skin, with some thick, white fluid overflowing from the center. I swallowed, unable to look away. I felt something like a fleshy sac beneath his hardness, constantly slapping against my opening. The hair on it made me unbearably itchy, and I let out a low moan.
Mo Haokong suddenly leaned down, grabbing my face and sucking and biting it fiercely, roaring, "Damn you! Damn you! Why did it have to be you! Hmm!" Hearing his heavy breathing and roars, my heart ached. I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face in his neck, panting softly.
I felt Mo Haokong going faster and faster, my whole body rubbing against the pillow from his thrusts. Mo Haokong got up and crossed my legs, rubbing even faster. I felt as if sparks were being drilled between my legs. "Ugh!" Hearing Mo Haokong's low growl, his body trembled. Suddenly, something hot sprayed onto my stomach, my lower abdomen contracted slightly, and my legs clenched even tighter.
Mo Haokong pressed down on me, and I felt his fingers caressing my clitoris. I wrapped my arms around his neck and moaned softly. He breathed heavily in my ear, "You little vixen, you're so tight, I can't even insert a finger! You've got me so tight I can't move, relax!" I tossed my hair, not quite understanding what he meant, only wanting to suck his finger deeper, so I wriggled my lower abdomen.
Mo Haokong's eyes darkened, and he leaned down, grabbing my waist and lifting me up in front of him. I resisted nervously, afraid of what he was about to do. "So beautiful..." Mo Haokong sighed and began to play with my clitoris, even pushing two knuckles inside. I could only grip the sheets tightly, unsure of how to react, only able to follow my instincts.
I opened my eyes wide and saw his lips and tongue approaching that spot. I swung my legs off his shoulders, "Master! Don't... it's dirty...! Ah!" Mo Haokong ignored me, sealing my urethra. I covered my eyes, sobbing softly, unable to bear it any longer. I was completely captivated by Mo Haokong, yet I felt like a doll being manipulated, unable to experience the emotions of its master.
The hand covering my eyes felt the spot where my face had been pressed against was now filled with moisture. A strange sensation assaulted my body, and I cried out softly, "Master! How strange! Something's coming! Ahh..." Mo Haokong's lips and tongue tightened my core, and I screamed, my body convulsing. I felt a loss of control, as if I were about to die, about to ascend to heaven.
After I finished convulsing, Mo Haokong leaned down and wrapped me in his arms. I sobbed softly, my head resting on his chest. He wiped my tears with his fingertips. "Die'er can't even handle this? You're far from mastering it." I said childishly, "Master, can we not learn this? Can we learn something else?" Mo Haokong smiled deeply and kissed my cheek. "Die'er, without this, a man can't be satisfied."
I lowered my head, biting my lip as I looked at him. I felt he was radiant. I thought, he was my childhood hero, and now he's the master who taught me so much. I think I must be longing for him, but I always feel that this is something I shouldn't let him know. I buried my face in his chest, nuzzling him. "Then is Master satisfied?"
Mo Haokong breathed heavily on my head, got up, grabbed his clothes, and started to dress. I propped myself up to help him adjust his clothes. Mo Haokong let me help him, staring at my lower abdomen for a while before getting up to fetch a towel and wiping it for me. He lowered his eyes and carefully wiped my lips, whispering, "Before entering the palace, did you have any wishes you wanted to fulfill?" I was about to speak when he stopped me, "Besides seeing your family." I
pouted. Mo Haokong was truly a mind reader; he knew my thoughts before I even spoke. He smiled, "That's easy to guess, but I can't let you push your luck, you little brat." I frowned, "Then how can Master satisfy me enough to let me push my luck?" Mo Haokong's eyes were deep as he touched my lips, "One day, I will teach you how to satisfy me."

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