Green Garden Heart Palace

In Suzhou, the summer sun blazes overhead.
The cicadas outside the window have been chirping all morning. Wu Yu sits slumped in a rosewood armchair, constantly twirling
a calligraphy brush in her hand. Her maid, Liu'er, leans lazily against the incense table beside her, fanning her to cool her.
During the Zhengtong era of the Ming Dynasty, the "Three Yangs" governed the country effectively, bringing peace and prosperity. The governor of Yingtian responded to the court's call,
establishing many new merchant guilds to increase tax revenue. It was during this time that the Wu family of Suzhou rose to prominence.
Originally small merchants making "Wu fans" in Suzhou, when Emperor Yingzong ascended the throne, Wu Lingwen, the head of the Wu family
, taking advantage of the peace and prosperity, joined forces with the He family, another silk merchant family, to implement sweeping reforms. Unexpectedly, this success proved to be a stroke of luck; both families
' businesses flourished, making them the leading merchants in Suzhou.
After his sudden rise to wealth, Wu Lingwen felt that having only one wife made him seem poor among merchants.
Therefore, he discussed with his first wife the possibility of taking a young lady from a collateral branch of the He family as a concubine. Wu Yu was the son born to this
concubine .
This Mr. Wu Lingwen was truly a minor eccentric in Suzhou. He
had been married for five years without a son, only a daughter. Unexpectedly, after taking a concubine, the concubine first gave birth to a
son, and then his first wife, seemingly not to be outdone, gave birth to a second son. With two sons born within a year, Mr. Wu Lingwen
was overjoyed and distributed rice widely throughout Suzhou, earning him the reputation of a "philanthropic merchant."
Seventeen years passed, and the joint venture between the Wu and He families flourished in Suzhou. While not
the undisputed leader , they were still influential and held considerable status.
Now, the Zhengtong Emperor had abdicated; it was the fifth year of the Jingtai reign, summer.
We returned to Young Master Wu Yu's room. Bored, Wu Yu scratched his long, unadorned hair and tilted
his head, asking Liu'er, "Liu'er, come for a walk outside with me. It's so stuffy in here."
Liu'er fanned herself vigorously with her fan, pouting, "Young Master, I've told you so many times!
It's so it looks like it's going to rain heavily. Why do you want to go out?"
"Hehe, Sister Liu'er..." Wu Yu looked at Liu'er with a grin, "Look at the sky,
it's not going to rain anytime soon, but if I don't go out, I'll become depressed."
Liu'er was originally He Ruoxue's personal maid, having come
to the Wu family as part of He Ruoxue's dowry when she was ten years old. After Wu Yu was born, they couldn't find a suitable servant to take care of him, so He Ruoxue had Liu'er
serve him for seventeen years. Liu'er was ten years older than Wu Yu, so in private, they didn't distinguish between master and servant,
addressing as brother and sister.
At this moment, Liu'er was wearing a royal blue long dress, with a white jade shawl draped over her shoulders. Her long hair was tied up and hung down
her back. She had an oval face, almond-shaped eyes, and willow-leaf eyebrows, and her pretty face was looking at Wu
Yu with a slight smile. In such hot weather, Liu'er also felt that the room was too stuffy, so she shook Wu Yu's shoulder and said, "Alright,
alright, I'll do it this once, but you can't be out for too long. If it rains, you have to come back immediately."
"Okay!" Upon hearing Liu'er's agreement, Wu Yu leaped up from the armchair like a carp, quickly dressed, and then took
Liu'er's hand and walked towards the door.
Liu'er followed behind Wu Yu, carefully observing him: a jade hairpin on his head, a beige long robe casually
hanging on his body, giving him a rather unconventional air. A jade pendant was tied at his waist, and a Wu family-made fan was tucked into
his back. At this moment, Wu Yu looked like a dashing young master, swaying his head as he stepped out the door.
As they walked and chatted, Wu Yu teased Liu'er from time to time, making her quiver and
flutter like a butterfly among flowers in the sweltering heat. Her light gauze shawl seemed like her wings, a truly beautiful sight.
Just as they were about to cross the back garden, they saw the old servant Wu Gui, bent over, sneaking towards
the bedroom. Wu Yu and Liu'er exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes. Wu Gui usually managed the servants'
chores and rarely entered or left the bedroom; what was wrong with him today, and why was he acting so suspiciously?
Wu Yu gently pinched Liu'er's hand, signaling her to follow Wu Gui and see what he was doing in the bedroom.
So the two of them followed Wu Gui, bending over and trailing him to the bedroom door.
Wu Gui stopped abruptly at the door of the house, glancing around. Wu Yu and Liu'er quickly
hid in the bushes, afraid of being discovered. Logically, Wu Yu, as the eldest son of the Wu family, had nothing to fear. However
, this eldest son of the Wu family was simply of such temperament; he was extremely interested in gossip and strange tales, showing no airs of a young master, behaving like
a commoner, often seen with his arm around a servant.
After looking around and finding no one nearby, Wu Gui breathed a sigh of relief. A few
beads of sweat appeared on his khaki-colored cloth robe, showing his considerable tension. He strode to the
door, tapped it three times with his withered, aged hand, coughed twice, and then remained still, seemingly waiting for a response from inside.
Wu Yu and Liu'er, hidden in the bushes, stared intently at Wu Gui outside the house, not daring to breathe. Their shoulders pressed
tightly together, the sweltering grass making them itchy, sweat pouring down their foreheads. Liu'er turned
to look at Wu Yu, whose handsome face, with its sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, now held a mixture of curiosity and amusement as he looked at
the anxious Wu Gui. Liu'er couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, thinking Wu Yu was like a child who had never grown up, his childlike innocence undiminished.
Liu'er raised her delicate arm, rolled up her sleeve
,
and carefully wiped the sweat from Wu Yu's cheek. Just as Wu Yu was about to return the smile, the door to the room suddenly opened. Seeing Wu Gui rush into the room, Wu Yu and Liu'er quickly emerged from the grass, not even bothering to wipe their sweat, and hurried to the back of the room
. They built a small ladder with stones and peered into the room through the drafty window.
The dimly lit room was bathed in a sliver of sunlight, illuminating even the dust motes floating in the air. Wu Yu
frowned, gradually adjusting to the brightness of the room. Once she could see what was
inside Liu'er, however, was too small and had to stand on tiptoe to see anything inside.
At this moment, besides Wu Gui, there was another woman in the room.
The woman was entangled with Wu Gui, her silk outer garment being constantly rubbed and
kneaded by his thin, old hands. The woman seemed to want to squeeze herself into Wu Gui's body, her two white arms wrapped around his
back , moving unconsciously.
"You old devil, be gentle...you've torn my clothes, look at your lustful state..." the woman panted
at Wu Gui, her voice filled with boundless seduction.
Wu Yu listened carefully; the woman was none other than Yuqin, the personal maid of Wu Lingwen's first wife. Yuqin had served the Wu family's matriarch for several years since Wu Lingwen's
marriage . The matriarch, hoping to bring good fortune, had specially
bestowed her upon Wu Lingwen's wife. Wu Yu was filled with doubt. Given Yu Qin's status, she could easily find
a young master from a good family. Why would she have an affair with this old and lowly servant?
Liu'er, hearing Yu Qin's voice, also covered her mouth in surprise. Having lived in the mansion for many years, she was no longer
a naive girl . The suspicious details immediately began to surface in her mind. Meanwhile, she continued to watch the movements inside the room.
Wu Gui was now completely captivated by the soft, fragrant body before him. His old face flushed with excitement, and his calloused
hands kneaded Yu Qin's plump buttocks. He thought of the steamed buns he had eaten that morning, which seemed incomparable to
the soft touch in his hands.
Yu Qin's breathing grew heavier, and her half-closed eyes completely overwhelmed Wu Gui. He suddenly stopped what he was
doing, pushed Yu Qin down onto a wooden box, and pounced on her high, round breasts, roughly fondling
them.
"Oh...wait, old Wu...I asked you to do that thing." Yuqin felt
waves of pleasure as Wu Gui ravaged her breasts, but she didn't forget the important matter she had obtained with her body.
Wu Gui played with her for a while, feeling that it wasn't enough through her clothes, so he had already pulled off Yuqin's outer garment, revealing
her brocade undergarment, her bright red nipples clearly visible through the thin silk. Hearing Yuqin's question, he quickly whispered
, "It's already taken care of...good Yuqin, for a night of passion...don't ask about that kind of thing..."
Hearing Wu Gui's urgent tone, Yuqin laughed coquettishly, "Hmph...you old lecher, I just gave you
one a few days ago, and you're so eager again today...oh..." Before she finished speaking, Wu Gui had already torn open the straps of her undergarment, revealing a patch of
white, tender breast flesh swaying, her pink, cherry-like nipples glistening with fine beads of sweat, like the most
perfect .
Dressed in tattered clothes and drenched in sweat, Wu Yu, watching from outside the window, swallowed hard. He felt that Yu Qin,
half-naked, exuded an alluring and seductive glow, and his manhood stirred with desire. Although Liu'er
couldn't see what was happening inside, she knew what the two were doing. Her pretty face flushed red, and seeing Wu Yu
staring intently, she couldn't help but pinch his waist in annoyance, silently cursing him for being lewd.
Looking inside, Wu Gui's old face was pressed against Yu Qin's breasts, as if he wanted to suffocate in those undulating,
verdant mounds. He stretched out his old, clumsy tongue, sliding back and forth between Yu Qin's breasts, saliva coating the downy hair on her
rounded breasts, glistening and tempting in the dim light.
"Old devil... oh... stop licking, I'm all wet down there..." Yu Qin
urged, reaching her jade-like hand towards Wu Gui's crotch. It was almost noon, and she had to serve her mistress lunch later, so time
was limited.
A sultry smell permeated the stuffy room, and sweat soaked the wooden box beneath them. Wu Gui
wiped his hand on Yuqin's genitals, leering, "You're even more eager than me, you're all wet...hehe..."
He held his hand up to Yuqin, a sticky fluid connecting his index and middle fingers. Yuqin
blushed , slapping Wu Gui's chest and saying in a coquettish voice, "You're so naughty...you're still teasing me..."
Wu Gui unzipped his pants, revealing a monstrous penis. A thick, yellowish-brown member stood erect
between . Yuqin quickly guided the head of the penis to her vulva. Wu Gui held her buttocks,
murmuring, "Good darling, I'm coming..."
"Oh..." A long sigh escaped Yuqin's lips as the thick, long member reached her core, their
thick , dark pubic hair intertwining, inseparable.
"Oh...it's so swollen...move faster, it's so itchy inside..."
"Yes, sir..."
"Slap slap slap slap!" Wu Gui felt like he had been granted a pardon. He took a horse stance and began to thrust hard with his old waist.
Yu Qin's legs, which were not long but straight and round, were tightly wrapped around Wu Gui's waist. Her embroidered shoes bounced up and down with his movements.
The two were disheveled, their hair was disheveled. An old man and a young woman were engaged in the most
intimate interaction.
"No...uh...it's so deep, it's hitting my heart..."
"You damned bastard...ah...so powerful, you're going to fuck me to death..."
"I'll squeeze you to death...you old lecher, isn't it great to be an old bull eating young grass...oh...much tighter than your wife,
right..."
Wu Gui listened to Yu Qin's moans and was stimulated so much that his penis grew even thicker. He thrust his lower body diligently,
feeling that Yu Qin's flesh was incredibly tender and wet, and her delicate flower-like clitoris was constantly sucking on his glans. Her tight
vagina writhed with each thrust, gripping his penis tightly.
"Good Yuqin, get down... I want to fuck your big ass..." Wu Gui slowed his pace, panting heavily.
Yuqin gave him a seductive look, coquettishly scolding, "You old geezer, useless... you always have to come from
behind ..." Although Wu Gui's penis was strong, he was old and lacked stamina, so he used the rear-entry position, letting Yuqin
thrust her round buttocks against him.
"Hurry up... I'm so itchy... ah..." Yuqin got into position, offering her fragrant buttocks, and
eagerly twisted her slender waist towards Wu Gui's lower abdomen, the two of them pressed together once again.
"Plop! Plop!" The sounds of intercourse mixed with the dripping of vaginal fluid echoed in the narrow room, while
Wu Yu outside watched with bloodshot eyes and throbbing blood. Sweat streamed from his forehead to his chin, forming a stream.
Liu'er couldn't listen anymore, feeling a surge of heat throughout her body. She quickly pulled Wu Yu away and dragged him back to their room.
The two inside, however, remained oblivious to their shameful act being discovered, engrossed in their lewd game.
Back in their room, Wu Yu and Liu'er quickly downed several pots of tea, their chests heaving as they tried to calm their aroused
emotions .
"Young Master, listen..." Liu'er only addressed Wu Yu as "Young Master" when she was extremely serious.
Looking into Wu Yu's eyes, she said, "What I saw today must not be told to anyone. Yuqin's inexplicable affair with Wu Gui
must be part of some conspiracy."
Wu Yu frowned, somewhat annoyed, and said, "Sister Liu'er, don't speculate wildly. Yuqin is Madam's personal
maid; what conspiracy could she possibly have?"
Liu'er interjected, "Young Master! Trust me, time will tell. This matter will soon become clear
..."
Seeing Liu'er's seriousness, Wu Yu could only nod, slumping into his chair, processing
what .
Inside the room, their physical struggle was nearing its end. Wu Gui leaned over Yuqin's back, their tongues entwined,
his manhood thrusting rapidly in and out of her mons pubis. His lower abdomen was reddened from the impact of Yuqin's buttocks, but his momentum didn't diminish,
penetrating straight to her core.
"Ugh... old man, it's almost here..."
"I can't take it anymore, I'll cum inside you first..."
"Ugh... together, together..."
"Ah... oh..."
With an aged groan, Wu Gui ejaculated his hot semen, then thrust a few more times, and Yu Qin also
reached her climax.
"You old bastard, you shot so much inside again..."
"Good Yu Qin, I just couldn't help it..."
"Then I have one more thing for you to do..."
"No problem, then tomorrow night..."
"Hmph... lecher! Alright, alright, come to my room tomorrow night..."
A conspiracy seemed to be unfolding amidst the lewdness of Wu Gui and Yu Qin.
(Chapter Two: Splendid Years)
The sudden rain had just stopped, the banana leaves leaned against the green, and the pedestrians in Suzhou City gradually increased again.
In the bustling market of Suzhou City, there was a shop, richly decorated, with a bustling entrance, and a gold-lacquered signboard hanging
above it. From a distance, four large, elegant characters in slender gold script read: "Splendid Years".
This was the old Wu Fan shop of the Wu family in Suzhou.
After Wu Lingwen partnered with the He family, business flourished, bringing in a fortune daily.
The small shop, originally tucked away at the end of the street, moved to the bustling city center. Wu Lingwen even built a small building for his main shop, named
"Biluo Tower." For a time, Wu family fans became famous throughout Suzhou, and even the governor of Yingtian personally bestowed upon
the shop the name "Splendid Years."
At this moment, the rain had just stopped, and Master Wu was conversing with a distinguished guest in his shop. He wore a
rich , a jade-embroidered belt around his slightly plump waist, and a jade-patterned thumb ring. His large
hand rested on his stomach, giving him a憨态可掬 (simple and honest) appearance.
Wu Lingwen was originally a failed scholar, penniless and destitute. However, hearing that the governor of Yingtian enjoyed
collecting Wu fans, he started from scratch, selling them. Now in his fifties, his appearance hasn't changed much.
His handsome face shows he never grows a beard; his hair and headwear are always meticulously groomed. With his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes,
it's clear he must have been a handsome man in his youth.
"Brother Lingwen, have you had any fine Wu fans lately?"
asked . The man was dressed in fine clothes, his features subtly exuding the air of a superior. Though his attire was simple,
it carried an unyielding authority. This man was none other than Jiang Min, the Governor of Yingtian.
Wu Lingwen clapped his hands and laughed, "Governor Jiang, you truly are a fan enthusiast. My humble shop has just finished making a few
fine fans, and you've come at just the right time, hehe..." Wu Lingwen seemed to be in a good mood, and as he spoke, he smiled as he gestured for
the shopkeeper to bring out two newly made Wu fans.
Seeing the two Wu fans wrapped in a brocade bag and the shopkeeper's cautious expression, Jiang Min knew that today's
trip would be worthwhile. Just as they were about to step forward to receive the gift, a man suddenly entered from outside the door. Travel-worn and with
sweat still clinging to his brow, he bowed deeply to Jiang Min, saying, "Lord Jiang, please wait!"
Wu Lingwen and Jiang Min both looked towards the newcomer. His hair was streaked with silver, his face beaming, and he wore a simple robe,
his expression extremely respectful. It was none other than the head steward, Wu Gui
. "Uncle Gui, what is it? Perhaps we can discuss it after the Governor has finished admiring the Wu fan," Wu Lingwen said, frowning slightly, somewhat displeased.
Wu Gui had served the Wu family for decades, serving Wu Lingwen's father since childhood, and later Wu
Lingwen himself. Now, as the head steward, even Master Wu Lingwen addressed him respectfully as "Uncle Gui." Wu Gui was usually tactful and measured in his dealings
, but today he was quite reckless, leaving Wu Lingwen puzzled.
Wu Gui bowed to Wu Lingwen with a smile, "Please be at ease, sir, and allow me to explain." He then slowly approached
Jiang Min, bowing slightly, and said, "The Wu fan you hold, Lord Jiang, was completed three days ago. Yesterday, the second
young master came to the shop for an inspection and, inspired by something, added a few strokes to the fan. I happened to see it and felt
it truly had a finishing touch effect."
"Oh!" Jiang Min's eyes lit up, his expression filled with curiosity. "I'd like to hear the details!"
Wu Lingwen was also somewhat puzzled. Although his second son loved poetry and literature and was knowledgeable in etiquette and music, he had always disliked labor and farming
, even calling it "strange and frivolous skills," which gave him, the father, a great headache. Now, he could actually add
color to a fan—in Master Wu's eyes, this was truly a remarkable discovery.
Wu Gui took the brocade bag from Jiang Min, carefully took out the Wu fan, and held it horizontally in his hand. Jiang Min and Wu Lingwen
both looked at the Wu fan in his hand. Wu Gui straightened his back and said loudly, "Lord Jiang, please look. The fan ribs
are made of white bamboo, smooth and lustrous, with a warm and lustrous wood color. And look at the gold foil paper on the fan surface, with thirteen strands of gold-leafed paper that opens and closes freely.
The fan pendant is made of Hetian pear blossom white jade, with a jade cicada carved in the Han eight-stroke technique, which is extremely exquisite and has a
cooling refreshing effect."
Having been in the Wu family business for decades, Wu Gui's knowledge of Suzhou fans is unparalleled in the world. Even Wu Lingwen
is far behind him . Apart from the elders of the Wu family clan, Wu Gui is undoubtedly the number one person when it comes to appreciating folding fans.
Hearing Wu Gui's detailed explanation, Jiang Min became even more fond of the folding fan in his hand and quickly asked,
"Then where is the so-called finishing touch?"
"Click!" Wu Gui suddenly unfolded the folding fan in his hand and said to Jiang Min, "Suzhou fans have always been loved by literati and scholars,
and are called 'elegant objects to be carried in one's sleeve.' My second young master has been skilled in calligraphy and painting since childhood, and knowing that Lord Jiang would definitely come to appreciate the new
fans in the shop, he specially painted a landscape on the fan surface and inscribed a poem by Qing Teng."
Before he could finish speaking, Wu Lingwen's face turned a little pale and said, "Is this the finishing touch? It's utterly
absurd ! There are countless talented men and beautiful women in Suzhou, and in terms of calligraphy and painting, there are countless people who are a hundred times better than that rebellious son."
"..." Just as Wu Lingwen was about to begin criticizing his son, Wu Gui quickly interrupted, "Master, please calm down,
there's more to it than that."
Wu Lingwen let out a "Huh," gave Wu Gui a sidelong glance, and gestured for him to hurry up and tell the story. Wu Gui wiped
the sweat from his brow, feeling a little nervous: Yuqin, Yuqin, this old servant has racked his brains to help the Second Young Master. You
must make it up to me tonight... Putting aside these distracting thoughts, Wu Gui coughed lightly and continued, "The paper fan in the sleeve is often played with by
scholars and literati , and inevitably fades and becomes worn. But the Second Young Master had a sudden inspiration, inlaying glass around the fan
ribs and sewing gold thread around the fan surface. This not only preserves it but also enhances its beauty. Isn't this the finishing touch?"
Jiang Min and Wu Lingwen exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes. Looking more closely at the Wu fan,
they indeed saw glass beads inlaid around it, and some simple embroidery around the edges, which made the fan even more magnificent. Jiang Min's
rating of the fan rose by a few points. His throat was parched
from talking, but Wu Gui dared not ask for tea. He simply stood quietly to the side, his mind filled with thoughts of Yuqin's
fair body, her high breasts, and her long, slender legs… His throat trembled, and the saliva he swallowed was more than enough to quench his
thirst.
On the other side, Jiang Min's eyes were fixed on the Wu fan, as if he were looking at his beloved woman
. The saying "love a fan as much as life itself" couldn't be more apt.
Wu Lingwen stroked his stubble, calculating the value of this fan, his eyes gleaming
. Seeing him lost in thought, Jiang Min quickly interrupted, "Brother Lingwen, I think this fan has great potential.
If we make them all in the future, they'll definitely sell out. But the first one must be reserved for your younger brother!" For
a fan, Lord Jiang even referred to himself as "younger brother," which was truly amusing.
Wu Lingwen chuckled and said cheerfully, "Since Lord Jiang likes it, then I'll consider this first fan
a gift to you as a token of my appreciation."
"In that case, I'll shamelessly refuse," Jiang Min replied, overjoyed. He didn't bother with formalities and quickly
snatched the fan, admiring it with obvious delight.
Seeing Jiang Min's delight, Wu Gui, standing nearby, was also very proud of his own creation. Although he wanted to attribute the credit to
the second young master, the reward from Yuqin made him secretly pleased. At this moment, Wu Lingwen and Jiang Min began talking
again Wu Gui knew their conversation involved the inner workings of official and commercial affairs, so he wisely whispered,
"Lord Jiang, Master, this old servant must return to the manor to work, so I'll take my leave."
Jiang Min and Wu Lingwen, both in high spirits, nodded and said, "Then you may leave." After bowing and taking his leave, Wu Gui
hurried out of the shop and headed towards the pharmacy.
The Suzhou sun shone brighter, illuminating the other side of the city, the Wu family mansion.
Rockeries, stone bridges, and a lake surrounded the area, lined with apricot and peach trees, their petals falling like
rain. Willow branches were almost broken, creating a scene of idyllic beauty. This was the residence of He Ruoxue, the second wife of the Wu family and the favored concubine of Master Wu: Penglai Residence.
This second wife of the Wu family was naturally elegant and unassuming, and although greatly favored by Wu Lingwen, she
never became arrogant. She preferred tranquility and simply requested that Wu Lingwen build Penglai Residence in the side wing of the Wu family mansion
so she could often come here to relax and escape the summer heat.
It was the height of summer, and the weather in Suzhou was becoming increasingly hot. He Ruoxue had moved here early, spending her days
embroidering and enjoying the scenery, thoroughly enjoying herself. But this rare peace was broken today.
"Mother!" A young man in fine clothes called out loudly as he stepped into Penglai Residence. The man
, with his striking features and piercing gaze, possessed an extraordinary air. His smile carried a hint of roguishness, seven parts nobility, and two parts wickedness—it was none other than
Wu Yu, the eldest son of the Wu family.
Beside him stood a young woman, her figure exquisite, her breasts like bamboo shoots, her waist slender as a willow, her eyebrows
rosy, her cheeks flushed, her beautiful face as alluring as a summer night. This was undoubtedly Wu Yu's personal maid, Liu'er.
Calling out, Wu Yu led Liu'er by the hand and headed upstairs.
"My young master, slow down..." Liu'er said helplessly. Every time Wu Yu came to see He Ruoxue,
he was always this eager. Because Wu Lingwen had to manage the family business, Wu Yu had lived with his mother since childhood and
rarely saw Wu Lingwen. He Ruoxue was a quiet and gentle woman, never losing her temper with Wu Yu,
so the level of intimacy Wu Yu showed towards his mother was extremely rare among the wealthy families of Suzhou.
As soon as I stepped into the small building, a graceful lady descended the stairs. Her elegant face
was unadorned, her eyebrows like distant mountains, her eyes like shooting stars, her nose delicate, her lips cherry-like. Her perfect face belied
her age at first glance to be in her early twenties, yet upon closer inspection, it carried a hint of melancholy and weariness. Her long, black hair flowed like
the most beautiful tassels in summer, and her graceful steps exuded an air of detachment from the world, neither too close nor too distant, her smile
subtle and unassuming. She wore a simple green dress, the sheer fabric concealing her figure. Her tall figure rivaled that of a man, her breasts firm and full
, their perfection evident even through her clothing. Her waist swayed slightly in the breeze, her hips round and shapely,
neither too plump nor too thin. Her long, straight legs stood gracefully, seemingly telling a story. Her bare feet touched the clean
floor, her toes peeking out from under her skirt, cute and delicate, slightly upturned, smooth and alluring.
This beautiful young woman was none other than He Ruoxue, Wu Yu's biological mother. She married Wu Lingwen at the age of eighteen, and now
eighteen years have passed. Time seems to have left no trace on her face; her flawless, fair face only bears
the marks of years of vicissitudes, and she exudes a mature charm.
Upon seeing his mother, Wu Yu rushed to her side, fanning her with his sleeve as he said with a smile,
"Mother, you seem even younger than me!"
He Ruoxue chuckled and spat at Wu Yu, saying, "You little rascal, daring to tease your own mother." Then,
she affectionately patted the back of Wu Yu's head and said softly, "Yu'er, you're not a child anymore. You should go to the shop to help your
father and learn how to do business, so you won't be idle and do nothing in the future."
Hearing his mother's slightly nagging words, Wu Yu showed no impatience, still coaxing her with a playful smile,
"Of course I know. I've been learning bookkeeping lately. You can ask Sister Liu'er if you don't believe me." He then quickly looked at
Liu'er , blinking his eyes repeatedly.
Liu'er made a face at him and ran to He Ruoxue's side, saying, "Miss, don't listen to his nonsense. He
just spends all day at home fiddling with those strange Western gadgets, I don't know what's
so great about them..." Even though He Ruoxue was already married, Liu'er still habitually called her "Miss.
" "Hehe, let him play with those new things to his heart's content," He Ruoxue said gracefully as she walked
to a chair and sat down.
Wu Yu ran to her mother's side and obediently massaged her shoulders, saying, "By the way, Mother,
are you familiar with Aunt's personal maid, Yuqin?" Ever since she witnessed Yuqin and Wu Gui's affair, Wu Yu
couldn't help but think about it every day.
"Not very familiar, why?" He Ruoxue picked up her teacup, the porcelain lid tapping against the rim, making a "tap tap" sound.
Upon hearing this, Wu Yu chuckled and said, "Nothing, just asking out of boredom."
He Ruoxue rolled her eyes at Wu Yu, a slight blush rising on her face, and teased, "Could it be that you've taken a fancy to Yuqin
and want to keep her in your room? At such a young age, you're already thinking about such lewd things, you really deserve a beating..." As she spoke, she raised her jade hand,
as if to hit her.
Wu Yu quickly put on a crying face and complained, "I'm innocent! I never thought of such things, and even if I did
..." Her eyes couldn't help but glance at Liu'er, and she continued, "Even if I did, it would be for Sister Liu'er..."
"You! You...you're going to die!" Liu'er blushed instantly, and in a fit of anger, she lifted her skirt and
kicked Wu Yu. But secretly, a few ripples of joy stirred within her.
"Mother, look at her, so disrespectful..." Wu Yu said to He
Ruoxue .
He Ruoxue watched the two of them playfully bickering and couldn't help but smile. She stopped Liu'er and scolded Wu Yu with a laugh, "I think you
're the one who's disrespectful! What are you thinking about Liu'er?"
"Miss!" Liu'er quickly stamped her foot in embarrassment.
"I think..." Wu Yu pretended to be deep in thought, shaking his head as he said, "I think, I think about her...
purse ." Because she didn't want Wu Yu to become a spendthrift playboy, He Ruoxue had entrusted his finances
to Liu'er to prevent him from squandering money.
"You!" Liu'er, who had been somewhat expectant after hearing Wu Yu's introduction, suddenly felt wronged when he uttered
the word She looked at Wu Yu with red eyes, unable to utter a word.
He Ruoxue quickly patted Liu'er's back gently and said softly, "You love listening to his nonsense.
Don't you know what he's thinking?" Although He Ruoxue was born into the Wu family, her thinking wasn't as conservative as most people's
. Her views on relationships between men and women were often unexpected and unconventional. In raising Wu Yu over the years, He Ruoxue hadn't shied away from such
matters. She believed that if she kept things hidden, it would easily lead Wu Yu astray, so she simply spoke frankly about it.
"Hehe..." Seeing Liu'er's red eyes, Wu Yu became a little anxious and said with a shameless smile, "Sister Liu'er, I
was just joking with you. I just missed you..."
Liu'er pouted and snorted, "Missed you my foot!"
He Ruoxue shook her head, thinking to herself: I can't control the affairs of young people. Let nature take its course
. She pulled Liu'er to sit down and gestured for Wu Yu to come to her side as well.
"Yu'er," He Ruoxue said to Wu Yu, "You're not young anymore. You'll be eighteen next spring. Seeing
you grow up, your father is quite pleased and wants to arrange a marriage for you so you won't have to think about it all the time
."
"Marriage!" Wu Yu and Liu'er exclaimed in unison.
"Yes, marriage," He Ruoxue said calmly, "Of course, your father is your father. The marriage he arranges is just what he
wants. Whether it goes through or not depends on our consent. Don't panic too much."
Liu'er's eyes reddened again as she stared blankly at Wu Yu. Wu Yu sensed her intentions and
said to He Ruoxue, "Mother, if we're going to get married, I want to marry Sister Liu'er first."
"Nonsense!" He Ruoxue said sternly, "Of course you have to marry Liu'er, but no matter what, in
the eyes of outsiders, she's still a servant. Your legal wife must be someone of equal social standing."
Liu'er and Wu Yu could only lower their heads helplessly upon hearing this. Seeing this, He Ruoxue didn't know whether to laugh or be annoyed, and said,
"You silly boy, why are you being so stupid now... Saying she's the legal wife is for outsiders to see. Back home,
isn't it you, the head of the family, who makes the decisions?"
Wu Yu looked up with delight upon hearing this, thinking: That's right, isn't that the situation in my family? My aunt is the legal wife, and
although my father and aunt are quite loving, they never dote on me as much as they dote on my mother.
Liu'er, standing to the side, also smiled broadly, looking at Wu Yu with tears in her eyes. Her flushed face carried a hint of charm, and
she couldn't wait to marry Wu Yu.
Having figured things out, Wu Yu calmed down and casually asked, "Then whose
daughter did Father arrange for me to marry?"
He Ruoxue's tone faltered, and she sighed softly, "The He family."
(Chapter 3: The Chaos of the Earth Dragon)
A cool breeze blew by, and the apricot and peach blossoms of Penglai Residence fell like rain, the petals drifting into mist.
He Ruoxue glanced out the window, her beautiful face constantly shifting expressions—joy, sadness, regret,
and happiness—all flashing through her mind as past scenes played back like paintings. She turned to look at Wu Yu,
hesitant to . She sighed again and quietly walked to the railing, as if saying to the scenery outside the window, "The He family,
it has to be the He family again..."
Wu Yu and Liu'er looked at He Ruoxue's retreating figure in bewilderment, unsure of what to say.
After a long silence, He Ruoxue let out a soft sigh, her dignified smile returning to her face. Looking at Wu Yu and
Liu'er, she said, "It's good that you know about this. Your father doesn't seem to have made a decision yet, so it's not appropriate to tell outsiders." She
paused , then looked at Liu'er and said, "Liu'er, Yu'er is now seventeen, of marriageable age. Are you willing to let
him take you?"
Although Wu Yu was born into a wealthy family, and his mother was quite open-minded, he had never lost his virginity. He
Ruoxue had long ago explained to him that matters between men and women were nothing more than this, but Wu Yu was still young, and He Ruoxue feared he would become addicted
to lust, so she had always strictly forbidden him from engaging in sexual relations. Now that Wu Lingwen wanted to arrange a marriage for Wu Yu, it was time for Wu Yu to understand the rites of
marriage as soon as possible.
Hearing He Ruoxue's frank words, Liu'er blushed, her cheeks turning rosy like the sunset.
For some reason, she suddenly remembered Wu Gui and Yuqin's moans that day, and a hot, moist sensation rose between her legs, her whole body aching and itchy.
Both mother and son stared at Liu'er, who looked down and then up again, her pearly white teeth biting her lower lip so hard it
almost bled, before finally lowering her head shyly. Wu Yu found it amusing and said to He Ruoxue, "Mother,
Sister Liu'er is shy, don't ask her, ask me! I'm willing! Hehe..."
"You little pervert!" He Ruoxue and Liu'er glared at Wu Yu simultaneously, whimpering.
Seeing Wu Yu and Liu'er exchanging glances, especially Liu'er's alluring eyes almost dripping with moisture, full of
spring -like desire, He Ruoxue knew they were mutually attracted and their hearts were intertwined, so she said, "Very well. Liu'er, then I
'll make the decision for you. Tonight, you and Yu'er will consummate your marriage, so that it's before his official wife enters the house."
One sentence was He Ruoxue deliberately teasing Liu'er.
"Hmm." Liu'er's voice was barely audible. She secretly looked up at Wu Yu and saw that he was also staring at her. She felt a surge of
joy.
The breeze outside the window suddenly stopped, the coolness dissipated, and only the heat of the garden remained.
On the other side of the city, Huichuntang.
Wu Gui was sitting in Huichuntang drinking tea, shaking the wallet in his arms. The owner stood in front of him with a smile,
the scene was extremely strange, as if Wu Gui was the owner.
"Boss, I have a favor to ask of you..." Wu Gui said in a rough voice after finishing a cup of tea.
The Wu family was a well-known wealthy family in Suzhou. As the head steward, Wu Gui's status had naturally risen,
making him more prestigious than the average small-time tycoon in the city.
"Oh, you flatter me, Steward Wu, please just tell me what you need. There's no need for a favor, I dare not
..." the owner quickly replied. The Wu family had dozens or even hundreds of members. Inevitably, some of them would fall ill and come to
Huichuntang for medicine. As the bread and butter of Huichuntang, the shop owner treated Wu Gui with utmost respect, daring not to disobey him.
Wu Gui glanced at the shop owner, hummed in agreement, and said softly, "I've come to Huichuntang today
to pick up some medicinal herbs, but I must not remember what happened today, I must not remember clearly, how about that?" "
Cannot remember" meant that today's matter must not be known to anyone. The shop owner's heart tightened,
his mind raced, and he repeatedly said, "I am old and frail, of course I cannot remember, I cannot remember clearly."
"Hmm, very good." Wu Gui leaned back in his chair, recalling the two prescriptions Yuqin had given him,
and then slowly said, "Three qian of *Fengxia'er*, one qian each of *Caowu* and *Danggui*, I've got it."
The shop owner mumbled along with Wu Gui, memorizing the names of the herbs, and nodded, "I've got it."
"Good, and... five qian of *Yinyanghuo*." Wu Gui pronounced each word carefully.
The shopkeeper, a prophet specializing in aphrodisiacs, was filled with curiosity. Could it be that this Steward Wu was impotent?
Seeing the shopkeeper's strange expression, Wu Gui coughed lightly and said, "Don't interrupt! Also, three qian of Cistanche deserticola,
two qian of deer antler, ginseng… well, I have ginseng at home, no need for that."
The shopkeeper didn't dare think too much, muttering the names of the herbs to himself before quickly turning around to gather the herbs and handing them to
Wu Gui . Wu Gui took out a silver ingot from his purse and brought it close to the shopkeeper, saying, "This is one tael of silver
. Please forget about today's matter."
"What happened today?" the shopkeeper asked, feigning doubt.
"Hehe, nothing, nothing." Wu Gui thought to himself that this old man knew how to handle people, cupped his hands in farewell, and headed towards the Wu residence.
At midday in Suzhou, pedestrians hurried by, some rushing home, others leisurely strolling. Wu Gui weaved through the crowd
, his mind filled with thoughts of Yuqin's seductive charm, a sense of smug satisfaction rising within him. He quickened his pace, his face
beaming .
"Uncle Gui!" As Wu Gui was walking, he suddenly heard a shout behind him. Turning around, he saw
a young man in white not far away. His hair was tied back, with a jade pendant and gold belt tied around his head, and his hair fell to one side,
making him look dashing and extraordinary. He had delicate eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a handsome face, and a humble smile on his face. His clothes were simple
but impeccably clean, with a purple jade pendant hanging from his waist and a pear wood folding fan in his hand. He was a truly elegant gentleman .
As soon as Wu Gui saw the man, he quickly turned around and ran to him, bowing his head and smiling, "Second Young Master, what a coincidence!"
This man was none other than Wu Feng, the second young master of the Wu family. His birth mother was Shen Yanlin, the first wife of Wu Lingwen. Originally
from , she followed Wu
Lingwen to Suzhou to do business after marrying him. The two had been married for many years but only had one daughter. It wasn't until He Ruoxue married into the family and gave birth to Wu Yu that Madam Wu became pregnant again and gave birth to a son, Wu Feng, who was standing before him.
Wu Feng was the youngest son in the family and the most favored, so Wu Lingwen always indulged him. Fortunately, Wu Feng was also very
obedient and never did anything immoral. On the contrary, he loved reading Confucian classics, was proficient in poetry and prose, and enjoyed drinking and composing poems
. However, Wu Lingwen, the master of the house, was a failed scholar and always harbored resentment towards studying, so in recent years he had
gradually become annoyed with his second son.
Wu Feng stood in the marketplace, yet his smile remained unchanged. He
didn't . Occasionally, a deep glint would flash in his eyes, but it would be hidden in an instant. He patted
Wu Gui on the shoulder and said loudly, "Uncle Gui, haven't I told you many times that you are an elder in the family? You don't need to bow to me."
"Hehe, it's alright," Wu Gui's wrinkles deepened, and he smiled broadly.
"By the way, Uncle Gui, Father sent me to find you." Wu Feng suddenly remembered his father's instructions and said as he walked with
Wu Gui , "Father received an imperial edict saying that a dragon's rebellion has occurred in Sichuan, causing mountain torrents, city walls to collapse, and
thousands of people to suffer in the city. The court is collecting donations, and when it comes to Suzhou, our 'Splendid Years' is the first to be targeted."
"That's natural. Our Wu family is known as 'merchants who do good deeds,' so we can't escape such a major event,"
Wu Gui said solemnly.
Wu Feng chuckled and continued, "When natural disasters strike, our Wu family, as wealthy merchants in Suzhou, naturally has to
do good and save lives. As Confucius and Mencius said, 'Respect the elderly as you would your own parents, and care for the young as you would your own children.' However, it seems there have been some
recent , so Father asked me to find you to discuss them together."
Wu Gui had some doubts about the situation but didn't say it outright, replying, "Then let's hurry back."
Wu Feng responded and quickened his pace, but his expression changed slightly, as if he was pondering something.
Wu Mansion.
A set of eight-immortal chairs was arranged in the spacious living room, and a Western Region carpet was spread on the floor
, leading all the way to the head of the table. Next to the pillars were rows of cloisonné enamel porcelain vases. A plaque hung in the center of the hall, inscribed with the words "Merchants Who Do Good."
At this moment, Wu Lingwen sat upright in the main seat, flanked by Shen Yanlin and He Ruoxue. The two young masters,
summoned to the hall without even a chance to greet him, sat beside their mothers, barely daring to breathe,
watching their stern father. The old steward, Wu Gui, sat at the end of the table, his eyes constantly glancing at Yuqin. The other maids and servants
stood behind the tables and chairs.
"Alright, everyone's here now." Wu Lingwen surveyed the room and said, "You all probably
know what's going on. The court is collecting donations, and my Wu family should be obligated to do so. However, we're currently short of cash, as all our funds have
been invested in the first batch of newly made Wu fans. We need to find thousands, even tens of thousands, of taels of silver right now, and we simply can't manage."
"Perhaps I should take my jewelry to the pawnshop to exchange for some cash to tide us over,"
suggested the woman sitting to Wu Lingwen's right. She wore a purple dress, her dark gold bodice barely concealed by the thin gauze, her breasts
heaving , full and firm. Her long, black hair was styled in an updo, adorned with two pearl hairpins. Despite being nearly forty, she still
possessed a captivating charm. Her slightly rounded, auspicious face was alluring. Her eyes were like water, her lips full, and when she smiled, two pearls appeared at the corners of her mouth.
Her dimples only enhanced her sexiness and radiance. Her full figure appeared quite voluptuous, yet not obese.
She sat languidly in her chair, captivating everyone, her beauty mirroring the elegant He Ruoxue beside her.
Upon hearing Shen Yanlin's words, Wu Lingwen pondered for a moment before objecting, "Mistress's jewelry is mostly
from her dowry over the years; how can we easily pawn it off?"
When everyone seemed at a loss, Wu Yu timidly said, "Father, I have a way." Everyone's
expressions changed upon hearing this. Shen Yanlin's smile remained, but it held a deeper meaning; He Ruoxue had already guessed Wu Yu's
solution, her face unchanged, like an ancient snow lotus; Wu Feng looked at his brother with a smile, seemingly encouraging yet
mocking; Liu'er, on the other hand, was extremely worried, her palms sweating.
Wu Lingwen looked at Wu Yu, his serious face revealing no emotion, and uttered a single word: "Speak."
"We can 'exchange goods for money,' announcing to the people of Suzhou that we'll place our Wu family's Suzhou fans in the bustling city,
ostensibly for collection, but actually for auction..." Wu Yu swallowed, and seeing that her father didn't interrupt, continued, "
The highest bidder wins. My sister is the owner of the Suzhou Inn, so she can..."
Before Wu Yu could finish, Wu Lingwen waved his hand to interrupt, "Alright! Don't mention that unfilial daughter. The 'exchange goods for money'
method is feasible; let's do it that way."
Shen Yanlin, seeing Wu Yu taking the lead, remained unmoved... Unperturbed, she said sweetly to Wu Lingwen, "Yu'er is so clever!
If you can raise the funds, Yu'er will have done a great service." Wu Yu was delighted to hear this, as it was rare for his aunt to praise him.
However, he suddenly heard her tone change, and she continued, "If you raise the funds, Yu'er must see it through to the end and transport
them to Sichuan."
Liu'er's face changed. Sichuan was mountainous and the roads were treacherous. How could she let her young master transport the funds? What if
they encountered bandits along the way? The funds were a small matter, but his life was a big deal! Just as she was about to step forward and refuse on Wu Yu's behalf, Wu Yu seemed
oblivious to the conspiracy and readily agreed, "Okay!"
Seeing Wu Yu agree, Liu'er became anxious and looked to He Ruoxue for help, but seeing her unwavering confidence, she was filled
with confusion . Just as she was getting anxious, Wu Feng spoke up, "Big brother is indeed thoughtful. Then I'll wait for your successful return."
Wu Yu smiled and said, "Okay, hehe."
For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall seemed harmonious, but undercurrents were brewing. Wu Lingwen was also carefully observing his two sons
' performance. In truth, this fundraising was a small matter, but Wu Lingwen wanted his sons to gradually become involved
in the family business, so he made a big deal out of it, gathering them in the hall to observe the public's reaction.
At this moment, the two brothers were praising and deferring to each other, their expressions natural and genuine. However, Wu Lingwen felt something
was amiss , but couldn't quite put his finger on it. He simply said, "Since that's the case, let's decide. Go back to your rooms."
"Father, please rest well. We're going back to our rooms," Wu Feng and Wu Yu quickly said, rising to their feet.
Night fell in Wu Yu's room.
The night was cool and still, with occasional breezes even in the sweltering summer heat. Lifting the curtains by the window, one could see
the scene inside.
Liu'er sat on Wu Yu's lap, her jade arms wrapped around the back of his neck, muttering, "My young master,
why are you acting so foolish today? How could you agree to go to Sichuan?"
"It's a secret, I naturally have my reasons, hehe," Wu Yu said, feigning profundity. Liu'er scoffed
at his words , unconvinced.
A gentle breeze blew in through the window, ruffling Liu'er's hair, making the beauty before him appear even more alluring and charming,
her . He leered, "Sister Liu'er, stop thinking about such things. Tonight we
have an important mission..."
Liu'er blushed, looking down and saying, "You naughty boy, all you ever think about is that..."
Sitting in Wu Yu's lap, Liu'er fidgeted with the hem of her dress, her breasts rising and falling gently, her eyes fixed on her
embroidered shoes. Wu Yu tightened his arms, pulling Liu'er close to his chest. Liu'er gasped, then playfully scolded,
"You bad man, are you trying to kill me?"
"Sister Liu'er..." Wu Yu suddenly called out softly, gazing at Liu'er with deep affection.
Liu'er stopped abruptly, mustering her courage to look up and meet Wu Yu's gaze, her eyes overflowing with love.
Their faces drew closer, their warm breaths mingling on each other's lips, their heartbeats
gradually merging into one.
Finally, their lips touched, the warmth spreading from their lips to their hearts. In that moment, all their emotions intertwined
in a single kiss. Wu Yu felt Liu'er's lips were incredibly smooth and soft. He gently shook his head, their lips
rubbing together, slightly parted, intertwined.
After a long while, their lips parted.
Wu Yu quietly looked at the woman in his arms, her pretty face like a peach, shy yet expectant, alluring and captivating.
Although she was well past twenty, Liu'er was still a naive young woman. Having been with Wu Yu for over ten years,
all the affection, kinship, and love he had for her were now intertwined, and before her was her most intimate lover.
Wu Yu gently kissed Liu'er's forehead and whispered, "Good sister, shall we begin?"
"Mmm..." came a barely audible agreement.

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